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“Lady and Gentlemen… Lady and Gentlemen, thank you. Your attention, please!” Montague was a patient man faced with an arrogant audience. “Lady… Gentlemen, please, your attention.” To Montague’s annoyance, the dining hall’s general disregarding hubbub continued unabated.“Hear yea, hear yea, time to shut ya gobs!” was bellowed out louder than an elephant’s trumpet by Whip. Montague self-consciously adjusted his cravat as the dining hall noise settled as the gas lights bore down...
“Oh, my goodness, golly gosh, it hurts so bad!” “Well, Lennard, you shouldn’t have overindulged now, should you!” An ominous creaking sound bled from the branch upon which Lennard lay rubbing his overly round and stretched stomach. “I know. I know.” Lennard commented lazily over the top of his stomach gurgles. “But there were so many flavours, and they were all s...
“Are you really going to wear that?”“What?”“Don’t be dumb; you know what I mean.”“Yes.”“So, you’re going to do it even though you know it’s a dumb move.”“I pretty much think so, yes!”“Are you sure, ‘cos you won’t be able to take it back!”“When has that ever stopped me in the past?”“Unfortunately, Zorro, it’s never stopped you in the past. I was just hoping you woul...
I wouldn’t say murder per se was a terrible thing.I mean, it all depends on the motive, doesn’t it?And if we’re being honest, the recipient plays a part in it too!For example, the people who tried to murder Hitler. We didn't sit back and judge them with negative condemnation. We all went, darn it! Close but not quite over the line. Try a bit harder next time.Honestly, you can be the nicest person, who’s kind, donates to charities and looks ...
Old lady MacIntosh was a weird old bird who was best left alone. Just ask the neighbourhood kids. Over the last five years, they had lost countless stray pieces of sports equipment or toys over her fence. It was your typical grumpy old lady who moves into a friendly neighbourhood and just ‘Wants to be left alone’ story… until last week. Last week changed everything. ...
I have something to confess. I know it’s stupid, but I’ve always hated having my curtains open. If I opened them, it meant, at some point, I would have to close them. Not during the day; I mean, come on, I’m not a baby or anything! … It was just having to close them at night. When it was pitch black and dark. Reflective glass gives nothing away a...
Talking is not permitted. Line up. Look forwards, don’t engage with anyone. Keep your hands to yourself and makes sure they’re clean. Don’t look at other people. Don’t look at others’ food. Don’t look at individuals when they’re eating. Sit st...
Warning: this is political satire! “Oh, Sir, I just wanted to thank you for this opportunity; I won’t let you down!” Karla pulled at the collar of her brand-new dark blue business suit. She’d been in a hurry this morning to buy it, and by the scratching sensation on the back of her neck, she’d missed a tag. The Secretary to the President wearily placed his reading glasses down and looked u...
A shaft of lightning smacked the ground in a resonating roar, illuminating the graveyard into an eery half-shadowed glow.A banshee-like wail of “It’s a sign!” erupted, piercing the darkness, then echoed across the grey headstones reverberating back and forth.Whispered irritation emerged from a freshly dug hole, “Will you shut up!”Wrapped in a mud-stained cloak, Boris West, a local lad who up until this point had only been accused of some five-finger discounting, looked up wi...
“Mr Casey.”“Yes, Mr Worthington?”“Your train, Mr Casey.”“Yes, Mr Worthington?”There was a quiet and uncomfortable pause where Mr Casey nervously ran his dark bowler hats rim through his hands until he could bear the truth no longer. “Well, when I say yes, it’s not really ‘my train’, per see. In actual fact, I think the train prefers it when we all call him Larry. We're trying to get him to think of a last name and then we thought we'd throw him ...
“I can’t believe you just did that!” “What I did! What about what you did!” “What? I did nothing!” “I didn’t kill him! That’s totally on you, buddy!” * It’s not often that co-workers are responsible for the ‘accidental’ death of their boss. But unfortunately for Tom and Barbara, an undeniable dead body is hard to ignore. *...
“I do find policemen frightfully tiresome!’Mrs Marigold Smith sat at the round table waving away the Detective Sargent’s polite question with a bored hand. The table had been moved to the window side of the dining hall so as not to interfere with the resident’s lunch service. Detective Wallace reminded himself not to take anything personally. ‘Keep the professional wall up’ was his own internal advice. But as the old woman’s blue rinse hair and necklace of huge round glist...
On a hot summer’s night, have you ever eaten scallops seasoned with sliced garlic, salt and pepper cooked in their shell on a BBQ whilst sitting under a silver starlight night surrounded by family? Or maybe abalone, beaten to an inch of its life and quickly seared then smeared with a mild chilli-oil? What about crayfish cut in half, grilled and drizzled with a hollandaise sauce? Or even calamari and octo...
In the dining hall, silence consumed everyone’s breath before a resonating yell broke the spell.“You did what?”“Well, I didn’t mean to!”Six of the dumbfound dinner guests quietly put their knives and forks down, hoping in doing so the waters would be calm enough, at some point soon, for their dinner to continue.Grumpy’s eyebrows knitted together as Snow White sat nervously at the head of the table, smiling as best she could, considering the circumstances.
Finally, Zorro Lobo managed to get his hair slicked into the right style; his reflection smiled appreciatively back. “Rock’n’roll” was said with devotion as Zorro took in his magnificence. His brand new, straight-out-of-the-box blue swede shoes screamed cool, as did his black pinstriped pants; the black short-sleeved shirt with an up-turned collar just finished everything off nicely, and after a week of ...
I have a dark sense of humour which pervades most of what I write. I’m dyslexic… which pervades most of what I write. I love an accidental hero!
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