Everything that's in my head

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Chapter 1

Adam had been crying now for a staggering three hours and thirty seven minutes and if truth be known, he was getting really sick of it.

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Chapter 2

‘I’m telling you’, said JC waving a yellow, nicotined finger around the room and at no one in particular,
‘They are using a JCB to dig a tunnel under the Atlantic, surfacing in Hollywood and kidnapping certain movie stars and bringing them back to England…….

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Chapter 3

Adam is falling in a deep, still fathomless ocean. He sinks like a stone, deeper and deeper into an all enveloping blanket of ink. As the weight of water increases so the pressure mounts until all movement becomes impossible.

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Chapter 4

Adam lay there for how long he didn’t know. He slept and slept only to wake porpoise like from the depths of sleep. Sometimes, there was a cluster of concerned pink faces gathered around his bed, which Adam presumed were the same faces behind the screen. At other times, he was utterly alone in the blue swirling miasma. It was akin to having flu, Adam thought, aching all over, high temperature, cough but not so much as an aspirin to relieve the pain.

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Chapter 5

The beetle polished off the last of the crumb, wiped his mouth with the back of one of his hands and leant back against the bed frame. It had been some time since certain events had taken place and he had only now calmed down.

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Chapter 6

Adam woke from a fitful dream where someone had been playing a guitar at the end of his bed and every time he opened his eyes as if to say ’do you mind?’ the apparition vanished. He also dreamt he had murdered the Archbishop of Canterbury and buried him in his back garden and just as people were getting suspicious, he woke up.

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Chapter 7

During late afternoon as the neon strip flickered on automatically, the beetle got too cocky and was caught in the open, too far either for the skirting board or the safety of the bed frame, he was scooped up and placed upon a blanket that smelt of sick.

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Chapter 8

Next morning, Adam lay in as he was exhausted after the night’s excursions. The nurse came to give him his bath but Adam waved her away with a speechless hand and rolled over. As the rope of memory descended, he began to put the pieces of the night before into some kind of narrative.

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Chapter 9

Cupped in a hot sweaty hand, the beetle was conveyed down a dimly lit corridor, wrapped in a piece of toilet paper. He waited breathlessly in the inky confines of his captor’s dressing gown pocket and waited for an unknown fate.

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Chapter One

As Adam reached the deep end, he turned and sucked in as much air as he could into his lungs. Doing one more length of crawl was out of the question so he decided on a more sedate breast stroke and spluttered his way back on the final length.

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Chapter 2

They adjourned to the billiard room and Dougal lit a cigar.
They played with brisk efficiency, each moving uncommanded by the other, around the baize, fishing out balls from pockets and replacing them on their correct spot with each saying 'shot' once in a while,
Adam took a 3-0 lead in no time and Dougal complained he was still ‘too full of dinner’ and that it affected his concentration.

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Chapter 3

Dougal already had. In total about 327 times and into 15 different languages, He felt that medieval French lent it something that perhaps Mandarin didn’t.

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Chapter 4

When Adam awoke he was alone. He drowsily lifted himself onto his elbows and took in his surroundings. As the drowsiness wore off, he slowly became aware of an ungodly smell emanating from the under the blankets.

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Chapter 5

The smell of Dougal's lab reminded Adam of the science lab of his school days. He was half expecting to see disemboweled rats staked out with pins and Bunsen burners heating mysterious solutions. Instead, all that was evident was a large glass tank in which a body lay inert.
'Is this her?', asked Adam.

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Chapter 6

The atmosphere in Adam's room was febrile as the final preparations for his coronation gathered apace. He sat on the end of the bed, while Dougal lay out the garments, the new king would wear that evening. He whistled quietly under his breath while Adam contemplated his new and disgusting form.

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Chapter 7

When Dougal tapped on Adam’s door at seven, he was met by a distant, haughty voice that he recognised as Adam’s but was different in its tone. Gone was the vagueness and irresolution; a deeper, more serious timbre had replaced it.

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