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		<title>No End</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>There was something there. Angela could see an image of a mouse but it was more like a ghost.   It wasn’t coming and going like those old Star trek re-materialisations. No, but Angela could see through it. “How long does it take?” she queried, looking puzzled. “Just a minute, I mean, it should be . [...]</p><p><a href="http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/02/no-end/">No End</a>
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		<title>Nosy Neighbours</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Magnus Stote scratched contemplatively at the two-day stubble decorating his chin before carefully removing the stethoscope from around his neck. Something was afoot. Tuning in, as he called it, was all very well but it wasn’t getting him anywhere. What he needed, he decided, was one of those twee little wormlike surveillance cameras, the sort [...]</p><p><a href="http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/02/nosy-neighbours/">Nosy Neighbours</a>
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		<title>Prototype</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>“Er, well, not all of ‘em,” he responded sheepishly. “Come with me. I’ll show you.” Frank led the way down the passage, passed the open bathroom door, and stopped in front of a closed and locked room. Fumbling for a key in his trouser pocket, he released the latch and pushed open the door. Standing [...]</p><p><a href="http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/02/prototype/">Prototype</a>
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		<title>Poor mice</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Back at Frank’s flat in North London, Angela sat with a glass of wine and looked on with feigned indifference while he set up a peculiar-looking contraption on the coffee table. ‘It’s no more than a working model, really,’ he muttered, peering into an eyepiece and focusing a lens on a small white dish. ‘Just [...]</p><p><a href="http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/02/poor-mice/">Poor mice</a>
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		<title>ALTERNATIVE ENDING #5: ALL CHOI&#8217;S and NO CHOICE</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>There were more fashion shows, all uneventful, though Kirsty had sent an upcoming star in the company called Maribea to most of them.  This time she had chosen to come herself.  Just as in that fateful show three years previously, Mr Choi had appeared and had sat in the very same place he had at [...]</p><p><a href="http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/02/alternative-5-chois-choice/">ALTERNATIVE ENDING #5: ALL CHOI&#8217;S and NO CHOICE</a>
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		<link>http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/02/alternative-5-chois-choice/</link>
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		<title>Death by Design now complete</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Thatcham writers have finally completed Death by Design, a twisting tale of intrigue and disaster that follows the fortunes of six characters involved in a London fashion show. It wasn’t originally planned that death would feature in the story – in fact, we had a rule specifically prohibiting the killing off of characters – but [...]</p><p><a href="http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/02/death-design-complete/">Death by Design now complete</a>
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		<title>Telling Angela</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Frank met Angela Weiss in a Starbucks merely six months before the forced migration of half of humanity. At the time, he had no idea what the take-up would be (except that he, Frank, would be one of them), and Angela had no notion that a leave-taking would be required. She thought she was merely chatting [...]</p><p><a href="http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/02/telling-angela/">Telling Angela</a>
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		<title>The end of the world as we know it</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The world’s about to end. There’s a star two thousand light years away that&#8217;s about to go supernova and emit a gamma ray burst that will wipe out life on earth. Frank Hope works for a government agency, and has wind of this impending catastrophe. He also has a potential solution. A teleportation machine that, [...]</p><p><a href="http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/02/world/">The end of the world as we know it</a>
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		<title>Alternative Ending #4: End Game</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Mr Choi burst into raucous laughter, an unpleasant noise somewhere between a faulty cistern and a cat with a spike up its arse. It was something the girl had said. Sitting opposite Choi, she smiled coyly and slung one leg over the other, revealing a tantalising glimpse of stocking top. Choi leaned forward for a [...]</p><p><a href="http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/01/game/">Alternative Ending #4: End Game</a>
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		<title>Alternative Ending #3: Stranger Than Fiction</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>“Hello and welcome to Book Week. I’m Jeremy Cornhill and today my guest is the author of the hottest new crime thriller storming its way up the best seller chart, Martha S. Twitcher. Hello, Martha and welcome to the show.” “Thank you, Jeremy.” “Tell us about Fashionably Dead. How did you came up with the [...]</p><p><a href="http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/01/alternative-3-stranger-fiction/">Alternative Ending #3: Stranger Than Fiction</a>
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		<link>http://www.thatchamwriters.co.uk/2012/01/alternative-3-stranger-fiction/</link>
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