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SpookyFrank
Don't swallow the cap
The flying boulders sailed through him like he wasn't there, then when the beast charged he became of granite, steel and spider silk. The beast shattered instantly. Those who watched our hero saw not even a flicker of his eyelids through the whole battle.
DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
As he observed he reflected, that this was hardly an ending
chegrimandi
associated with adultery
holy shit - is this thread still going.
Something about the dark made him nervous. He felt its ominous presence as a possibility behind every light, felt its cold fingers rapping against the window as the day drew to a close.
It screamed at him. In his head.
It spoke of pain and of loss, in a voice that whispered persistently. It showed him eternity and infinity.
And it stole his shadow. At least it would have.. if he had had one.
Yes, something about the dark made him nervous... perhaps it was himself.
It screamed at him. In his head.
It spoke of pain and of loss, in a voice that whispered persistently. It showed him eternity and infinity.
And it stole his shadow. At least it would have.. if he had had one.
Yes, something about the dark made him nervous... perhaps it was himself.
redsnapper
Vintage Urban
Thinking about you Odds, if you wanna chat you know where I am. If msn's off pm me if needs be. 
arattebury
New Member
50 words best place for roaming half asleep madness. Glad the thread woke up after its long coma she placed it through the needle and stitched up the hole in her tights that had been tormenting her for days.
SpookyFrank
Don't swallow the cap
A welcome return indeed, so says my brain but then why the knots in my stomach? Could my guts have a better memory of what happened last time than I do? Or do they merely shun the rose-tinted spectacles brought on by a possible shag?
based on two stories I heard:
I feel guilty and stupid and like I've exploited people and wasted their time -
I was on my way to this prematurely air-conditioned supermarket.. No.
I was on my way to tesco to buy whatever food and crap it was I needed for that week. I could already taste the tomato puree microwaved to the point where there was no water left in it. I was buying grapefruits as well, I can remember them hitting the side of my leg inside the bottom of the bag with the handle digging into my hand from the weight of the fruit. On the way there I ran into a charity mugger (I should stop using that term..). I can't even remember what the charity was now. Possibly help the aged. It was raining a little bit outside the stationa/ery (never can remember) shop. Anyway this guy started talking to me about sponsoring a grandparent. I let him run off his spiel that he must do dozens of times a day.. and then he wanted me to sponsor a grandparent, and I attempted to make it look like I sort of understood by talking to him about my experiences with my grandmother.. which seemed to put him off his speech a little bit. He had a vague accent that I couldnt quite place (turned out it was sweden). Then I tried to fob him off and told him I had to get to the shops but that I would be back in a minute, and that I would be here again every week, and he told me they'd have moved on by then, which they had, thankfully. I told him about the insignificant contributions I make to a medical project in Tanzania whenever the doctor who works their comes back to the UK to remind us all about the situation there. The sexually transmitted diseases, the amount of money that it takes to save someone with medicine for an easily preventable disease, the fake medicines from china, the expired medicines from the pharmaceutical companies, the mobile clinic, the church, the villages, the buses, the special cards to put in your phone to make calls, receiving emergency calls from the nurse and switching effortlessly into swahili (I think).. Guilt. Pointless guilt, that I'll forget, and then remember periodically. I'm not sure he was convinced about this, even though it was actually true. I told him I would be back when I'd been shopping, he didn't believe me, he told me he heard that all the time and then never saw people again.
On the way back from tesco with the grapefruit and so on I was about the make the turning to avoid him.. And then, inexplicably, I didn't. I walked straight towards him and caught his eye. The part of me that constantly wants to win kicked in. I think I thought I could win this. That somehow I would get one over on him by proving him wrong, by coming back in spite of his expectations. I'll spare you the details, but suffice it to say I fed him a pack of fucking disgusting lies. As soon as I started the winning part slipped away like it had known this would happen and left me to work out the actual awful details of deceiving this selfless man collecting money on the street.
And then I went home and felt like a piece of shit for quite a while and didn't answer the phone. What a stupid moron I had been. Why would a person do that? Was I that bored? Was my life that empty and pointless? Evidently, yes.
Getting on for a year later and we meet the German doctor from the Tanzania project again in a pizza place in a town near where I live. And after about an hour of talking about what we've been up to this year, travel.. etc. Out of the blue she tells us this story about a boy in one of the villages in Tanzania. It was very loud in the restaurant and my hearing is not quite as good as it used to be, so I might have misheard some it. But anyway - when he was young this boy had a very severe bought of malaria which caused some brain damage (I think that's what she said), and epilepsy also ran in the family. So, the family being very poor and not very well educated did not seek help for him, and he was not sent to school, and grew up "totally wild" as she put it. So one day this boy (I think she said his name was Luca, but I don't think that was right..) climbs a tree in the middle of nowhere, and when he reaches the top, he has an epileptic fit. He falls out of the tree and breaks his neck - its completely snapped so that his chin is pressed to his chest and he can't move his head back up into its normal position. So eventually, he walks to the regional hospital with this family, which is about 8 km - they skip the German doctor's clinic, which is closer, but which they know has no X-Ray machine, unlike the hospital, which has an X-ray machine, but then again, has no qualified doctors. They x-ray him at the hospital but they have no idea what they're looking at, or maybe they do, but have no way of treating it. So he goes back to the village with the family. And one day he gets so frustrated with not being able to move his head that he tries to snap it back into place. You can kind of see where this is going. Shortly after this attempt, he ends up paraplegic - no movement from the neck down, and he keeps getting terrible headaches. And his family have been lifting him up by the head to give him water, which has slowly been filling his lungs, giving him a terrible cough. So they finally decide to carry him into the local clinic where the German doctor who's telling us the story is. And their is essentially nothing that can be done, certainly not without surgery, which is unlikely, so the doctor basically has to treat it as a terminal case. The palliative care consists of a mattress (brough specially in the bishop's car) to replace the plastic sheet he's been lying on upto this point. So the German doctor goes away for a while, but eventually gets a call to tell her that somehow, unexpectedly, the boy is "better". She can't imagine how this can possibly be, but pays him a visit and finds that he can move his toes - so he isn't paralysed after all. After this she finally gets the x-rays from the hospital and sees that the head and the neck are completely disconnected, there's a big gap. Even someone who isn't a qualified radiologist can tell that this would appear to be a condition incompatible with life.
So given that he has some movement, they being to treat him by giving him a "halo", a collar and bolts attached to the head. At this point I can feel the blood had gone to my legs, and there's a bright green glare where my peripheral vision should be. But she carries on.
Eventually he starts regaining movement in the rest of his body, to the point where he has been out hunting with a slingshot. Its pretty miraculous. I feel like I want to faint.. and then I think, you know, maybe hearing this long story is kind of a tiny way of atoning for the charity worker I lied to and whose time I wasted. But I don't really believe in karma or anything like that.
And now my neck hurts and I feel guilty again, in my own tiny, pathetic, inconsequential, hidden way.
I feel guilty and stupid and like I've exploited people and wasted their time -
I was on my way to this prematurely air-conditioned supermarket.. No.
I was on my way to tesco to buy whatever food and crap it was I needed for that week. I could already taste the tomato puree microwaved to the point where there was no water left in it. I was buying grapefruits as well, I can remember them hitting the side of my leg inside the bottom of the bag with the handle digging into my hand from the weight of the fruit. On the way there I ran into a charity mugger (I should stop using that term..). I can't even remember what the charity was now. Possibly help the aged. It was raining a little bit outside the stationa/ery (never can remember) shop. Anyway this guy started talking to me about sponsoring a grandparent. I let him run off his spiel that he must do dozens of times a day.. and then he wanted me to sponsor a grandparent, and I attempted to make it look like I sort of understood by talking to him about my experiences with my grandmother.. which seemed to put him off his speech a little bit. He had a vague accent that I couldnt quite place (turned out it was sweden). Then I tried to fob him off and told him I had to get to the shops but that I would be back in a minute, and that I would be here again every week, and he told me they'd have moved on by then, which they had, thankfully. I told him about the insignificant contributions I make to a medical project in Tanzania whenever the doctor who works their comes back to the UK to remind us all about the situation there. The sexually transmitted diseases, the amount of money that it takes to save someone with medicine for an easily preventable disease, the fake medicines from china, the expired medicines from the pharmaceutical companies, the mobile clinic, the church, the villages, the buses, the special cards to put in your phone to make calls, receiving emergency calls from the nurse and switching effortlessly into swahili (I think).. Guilt. Pointless guilt, that I'll forget, and then remember periodically. I'm not sure he was convinced about this, even though it was actually true. I told him I would be back when I'd been shopping, he didn't believe me, he told me he heard that all the time and then never saw people again.
On the way back from tesco with the grapefruit and so on I was about the make the turning to avoid him.. And then, inexplicably, I didn't. I walked straight towards him and caught his eye. The part of me that constantly wants to win kicked in. I think I thought I could win this. That somehow I would get one over on him by proving him wrong, by coming back in spite of his expectations. I'll spare you the details, but suffice it to say I fed him a pack of fucking disgusting lies. As soon as I started the winning part slipped away like it had known this would happen and left me to work out the actual awful details of deceiving this selfless man collecting money on the street.
And then I went home and felt like a piece of shit for quite a while and didn't answer the phone. What a stupid moron I had been. Why would a person do that? Was I that bored? Was my life that empty and pointless? Evidently, yes.
Getting on for a year later and we meet the German doctor from the Tanzania project again in a pizza place in a town near where I live. And after about an hour of talking about what we've been up to this year, travel.. etc. Out of the blue she tells us this story about a boy in one of the villages in Tanzania. It was very loud in the restaurant and my hearing is not quite as good as it used to be, so I might have misheard some it. But anyway - when he was young this boy had a very severe bought of malaria which caused some brain damage (I think that's what she said), and epilepsy also ran in the family. So, the family being very poor and not very well educated did not seek help for him, and he was not sent to school, and grew up "totally wild" as she put it. So one day this boy (I think she said his name was Luca, but I don't think that was right..) climbs a tree in the middle of nowhere, and when he reaches the top, he has an epileptic fit. He falls out of the tree and breaks his neck - its completely snapped so that his chin is pressed to his chest and he can't move his head back up into its normal position. So eventually, he walks to the regional hospital with this family, which is about 8 km - they skip the German doctor's clinic, which is closer, but which they know has no X-Ray machine, unlike the hospital, which has an X-ray machine, but then again, has no qualified doctors. They x-ray him at the hospital but they have no idea what they're looking at, or maybe they do, but have no way of treating it. So he goes back to the village with the family. And one day he gets so frustrated with not being able to move his head that he tries to snap it back into place. You can kind of see where this is going. Shortly after this attempt, he ends up paraplegic - no movement from the neck down, and he keeps getting terrible headaches. And his family have been lifting him up by the head to give him water, which has slowly been filling his lungs, giving him a terrible cough. So they finally decide to carry him into the local clinic where the German doctor who's telling us the story is. And their is essentially nothing that can be done, certainly not without surgery, which is unlikely, so the doctor basically has to treat it as a terminal case. The palliative care consists of a mattress (brough specially in the bishop's car) to replace the plastic sheet he's been lying on upto this point. So the German doctor goes away for a while, but eventually gets a call to tell her that somehow, unexpectedly, the boy is "better". She can't imagine how this can possibly be, but pays him a visit and finds that he can move his toes - so he isn't paralysed after all. After this she finally gets the x-rays from the hospital and sees that the head and the neck are completely disconnected, there's a big gap. Even someone who isn't a qualified radiologist can tell that this would appear to be a condition incompatible with life.
So given that he has some movement, they being to treat him by giving him a "halo", a collar and bolts attached to the head. At this point I can feel the blood had gone to my legs, and there's a bright green glare where my peripheral vision should be. But she carries on.
Eventually he starts regaining movement in the rest of his body, to the point where he has been out hunting with a slingshot. Its pretty miraculous. I feel like I want to faint.. and then I think, you know, maybe hearing this long story is kind of a tiny way of atoning for the charity worker I lied to and whose time I wasted. But I don't really believe in karma or anything like that.
And now my neck hurts and I feel guilty again, in my own tiny, pathetic, inconsequential, hidden way.
System restore
As soon as It was found in the asteroid belt, they probed it, instrumented it. Isotopes and micrometeorite pitting showed its age as twothousandmillion years. It couldn't possibly be more dangerous than rust after that time, could it? Solar panels unfurled, it dislodged the probes attached to it, and panic raced thru the indian space programme governance, then the world as its activity grew to an unignorable then blatantly large scale.
Sixty years later, dinosaurs again roamed mars.
As soon as It was found in the asteroid belt, they probed it, instrumented it. Isotopes and micrometeorite pitting showed its age as twothousandmillion years. It couldn't possibly be more dangerous than rust after that time, could it? Solar panels unfurled, it dislodged the probes attached to it, and panic raced thru the indian space programme governance, then the world as its activity grew to an unignorable then blatantly large scale.
Sixty years later, dinosaurs again roamed mars.
Everyone knows how babies are made, like any other mushroom they grow on damp rotting vegetable matter. But then people adopt them as they crawl the undergrowth or they are auctioned at the child market to labour contractors. People never know their parents, who have long since embraced and turned to dust by the time the next generation has been dispersed by the wind, probably to the other side of the world anyway.
They saw earth and realised the way humans and other animals reproduced created an immense incentive for nepotism. They could never have true Freedom and democracy, so when earthlings were distracted by the truth about elvis, the bombing began...
They saw earth and realised the way humans and other animals reproduced created an immense incentive for nepotism. They could never have true Freedom and democracy, so when earthlings were distracted by the truth about elvis, the bombing began...
Maurice Picarda
Actually, might as well flounce.
The wich strikes again
Once upon a time there was a princess. She was a artis. She had a puppy and a kitten. The puppy was cold max and the kitten was colld daisy. Now do you think they really wantid it to be peasful? Becusse there was a wich lercking about.
The wich was ugly. She only had one prity drees. Do you think the titel has annything to do with it? Last time her plan faild and the time befor. The wich was angry. Her plans always faild.
At night she did her plans. Once she did something so evel I don't think you want to know. All right I will tell you. She soll the kitten. It workt.
In the morning the princess was shokt. "Who coald have toake my kitten". Woof woof said the puppy wich ment . . . The wich. "You are kiding" said the princess. "I miss our kitten".
They hedded off to the jungle to find a castle. The princess said "oh how are we ggoing to clime up all this bamboo". "Woof woof" said the dog wich ment I'v got a idea. PS are you wundaring what the idea was? "Climb up the bamboos. Silly" said the dog.
They had some rope luckily wich they used to climb the bamboo. The princess hesatatid "be careful" said the princess. Meanwhile the cat was getting her food. The cat "when will I be home".
Meanwhile in the jungle the princess met a prince. They ran up the bamboo. They managed to dfeet the wich. They got the cat then got maird and the dog and cat were bridsmaids.
The End.
Once upon a time there was a princess. She was a artis. She had a puppy and a kitten. The puppy was cold max and the kitten was colld daisy. Now do you think they really wantid it to be peasful? Becusse there was a wich lercking about.
The wich was ugly. She only had one prity drees. Do you think the titel has annything to do with it? Last time her plan faild and the time befor. The wich was angry. Her plans always faild.
At night she did her plans. Once she did something so evel I don't think you want to know. All right I will tell you. She soll the kitten. It workt.
In the morning the princess was shokt. "Who coald have toake my kitten". Woof woof said the puppy wich ment . . . The wich. "You are kiding" said the princess. "I miss our kitten".
They hedded off to the jungle to find a castle. The princess said "oh how are we ggoing to clime up all this bamboo". "Woof woof" said the dog wich ment I'v got a idea. PS are you wundaring what the idea was? "Climb up the bamboos. Silly" said the dog.
They had some rope luckily wich they used to climb the bamboo. The princess hesatatid "be careful" said the princess. Meanwhile the cat was getting her food. The cat "when will I be home".
Meanwhile in the jungle the princess met a prince. They ran up the bamboo. They managed to dfeet the wich. They got the cat then got maird and the dog and cat were bridsmaids.
The End.
Maurice Picarda
Actually, might as well flounce.
She was feeling unsure, uncertain. So, which one.
He was inexperienced and amplifed that insecurity.
He was from the past, she'd moved on, bad news, will he ever learn to back off
He was almost everything she wanted. Apart from the massive pain.
To be alone, was that the answer. Was that the one.
She wasnt at all sure.
He was inexperienced and amplifed that insecurity.
He was from the past, she'd moved on, bad news, will he ever learn to back off
He was almost everything she wanted. Apart from the massive pain.
To be alone, was that the answer. Was that the one.
She wasnt at all sure.
She'd done something that she much regret.
Sitting alone with the feeling.
Is not very appealing.
To hope that it goes away
And doesnt come back to bite
is all that she might
(thats more like a poem really. what makes something a poem v's a story anyway
)
Sitting alone with the feeling.
Is not very appealing.
To hope that it goes away
And doesnt come back to bite
is all that she might
(thats more like a poem really. what makes something a poem v's a story anyway
)chainsaw cat
Tea. Biccies. Happy now?
The boy cried on his way home from school.
No one cared.
He got over it.
No one cared about that either.
Now he's old, and still no one cares.
The End.
No one cared.
He got over it.
No one cared about that either.
Now he's old, and still no one cares.
The End.
AnnO'Neemus
Is so vanilla
Boy meets girl. They live happily ever after. The end.
It's a work of fiction, of course.
It's a work of fiction, of course.
arattebury
New Member
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arattebury
New Member
Boy meets girl. Boy discovers nightmare to live with girl. Buys sausage dog to get him out of the house and away from her. Wishes now he had bought a dog with longer legs.
Nanker Phelge
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
The boy came out crying. His Mother had hung herself. I knew it was because her doctor husband had left her for a patient I had been the gardener there all summer and she hadn’t come out all that day. The police said I was going to be late home.
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