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Night On The Town

It was always the same. “It’s never going to happen again ever! Not this time! It will be good!” then five minutes in the weekend, War was trying to mediate a lover's argument by offering a variety of firearms at discount prices, Famine had ordered everything off the menu thirty times and Pestilence was snorting petri dishes in an effort to cure a cold after sneezing and decorating the walls with gooey snot.

Death gazed down at the dead waiter lying by their table and sighed inwardly, Death had forgot the non-lethal rubber gloves sitting on the dining room table.

Cat Burglar

A sound in the middle of the night was never just a sound in the middle night. In Gary’s case a sound in the middle of the night usually meant been woken up by a jab in the ribs followed by a whispered “go downstairs and take a look”.

He had given up roaming around in the dark after he had fallen down the stairs the one night, while thinking he was being murdered, Janet his wife had screamed her lungs out. It was lights all the way and a naughty dabble in the biscuit tin before returning to bed.

Fish Tank

There was solitude in a window Mary thought, the world rolled by full of people day on their invisible preoccupied lines going from a to b or maybe a to be to a to c nevertheless every day bought new faces amongst the usual. It was almost like watching fish swimming in a tank, she thought.

The city had always been a fascination with its architecture but now Mary was finding people were her new Carlo Scarpa. Every day was different and today most definitely was as she found herself returning a wave to a smiling stranger in a suit.

Spanners In The Works

Gary the Gremlin was fed up of throwing spanners in the works. It looked easy but it was bloody dangerous work. Gordon had got himself killed last week when he threw a spanner into a combine harvester and it failed to get stuck but shot out and went straight Gordon’s protective helmet just before he got ran over. Then there was Grant who accidentally dropped his spanner on his foot and fell fifteen stories off a skyscraper building site.

Teaching, thought Garry, yeah teaching sounded great, maybe a sky diving instructor although he had not better pack his own parachute.

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