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Based on sketches on the back of the piece of paper this was on, I can date this back to Year Seven, especially given the um some of the elements that appear in the story.
I'm really hoping Mr. Binoculars isn't a codename for Dr. Strange or Peter Parker. You do not want to get involved with Mephisto, dude.
Unfinished and incomplete.

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It was a brutally hot Summer's day, and a man called Mr. Binoculars had lost his fan so he couldn't cool down. The fan shop has closed as everyone was to hot to move. The only shop open was 'True Harry Potter - The Magic Store'. He went along there so he could get buy a book of spells so he could summon the devil. "Abra-ca-heat-da!" he said, and was cast down to the pits of hell.

"What do you want?" A red figure asked, with giant horns and a lots of brown hair covering the bits which shouldn't be seen.

© 2009 Peter Webb

As If...

Sorting through boxes, I found two stories. I don't know when I wrote this one, or why.

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I was snoring in bed. "Snore, snore, snore." In the middle of the night, I heard screams. Loud screams. As if they someowone were falling from a great height. As if they were in a car driving at 99 miles per hour. As if the car was driving usp upside down. As if their clothes blew up to reveal their underwear. As if their shoe hit their friend in the face. As if they dropped their candy floss on the floor. As if... well, that's about it.

I picked myself up, without dropping back to sleep.