Stories featuring Zero

April 2011

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Going postal
/ England
My frustration was cut short as siologen turned in silence and began gesturing wildly. Looking over my shoulder I couldn't work out what he was trying to tell me. The giant Australian crept over and whispered in my ear, pointing to the corner behind him where a security guard sat reclined in a chair, fast asleep. We left, quickly.

March 2010

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Colossus of the South
/ England
The Internet is plagued with repetition to such an extent that I wonder if the information age damps it's own progress. Such easy access to existing material - be it music, graphic design or, as in this case, drain exploration - makes imitation just so easy.
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Olympic sized ambitions
/ England
The fence, the wasteland, and then in front of us the stadium itself. An unconventional triathlon, I agree, but it satisfied our thirst. Quietly we spirited up the stairs and out into the seating area, taking immediately to the steel stairs and walkways that would lead us up above this theatre of achievements.

January 2010

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Completing the square
/ England
Quietly the two of us crept across the open wasteland, not far from a perimeter cast by bright floodlights that had been dotted here and there amongst the weeds and the dirt. Before us shone the bright white stacks of that giant cathedral to British Industry, Battersea Power Station.
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Distant Lights: climbing the London skyrises
/ England
There was no activity on site, no reason to suspect one should be caught other than that feeling that such a thing shouldn't be possible. I grasped the top of the board and hauled myself over. Two meters away, the reefdog was doing the same. We dropped onto the slippery wall below and edged towards the side of the building.

November 2008

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Going Forth
/ Scotland
As the sun rose on that Saturday morning I may aswell have been flying. The handsome black Volkswagen at my command effortlessly climbed over the summits, swooping down into the valleys with ease, its powerful diesel engine purring softly as together we navigated our way through the Lake District.

July 2008

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The Magic Door
/ England
Loud and fast, always swamped with thousands of people. That's what initial memories of the Tube describe, jam packed into the round-topped cars as they careered through pitch black tunnels beneath the London streets. Faces of all kinds, of all walks, all staring into space, avoiding eye contact, avoiding interaction.

May 2007

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24hrs below Paris
/ France
There's not enough room to stand up, so a half walk, half crawl is required, bag dragged along behind. I'm last, the others waiting round the corner. Reaching them comes with the realisation that my spare torch has detached itself from my belt, so back down the tunnel to find it... I've been underground for all of a minute, and I hate it.