Horn of Harrisburg, the life and times of "Billy" Peacock.Brian Peacock wrote: ↑Thu Mar 11, 2021 2:44 amHe came at me with a knife and a raging thirst for blood. I defended myself with reasoned pursuasion and a thirst for truth. The aluminium billy club secreted in my sleeve also helped impose the terms of our discussion upon his pocked, shaven skull.
Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest
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Clinton Huxley » 21 Jun 2012 » 14:10:36 GMT
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He was two-thirds of the way through his fourth Wolf Blitzer when the geese suddenly attacked.
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Clinton Huxley » 21 Jun 2012 » 14:10:36 GMT
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"This is how humanity ends; bickering over the irrelevant."
Clinton Huxley » 21 Jun 2012 » 14:10:36 GMT
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Nurse, where the fuck's my cardigan?
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Her words cut like a dull knife through a tomato, more of a mash than a slice really, messy too; the work of one who no longer cares...
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Sarah gazed in the mirror. Her naked body chronicled her life. Scars that recalled the children that had been dragged unnaturally from her abdomen, competed with the vertical etchings of the stretching that had nearly torn her belly in two, to accommodate the dawn of their lives. A hashtag of silvery tissue.
Faded tattoos recorded the whims of youth, the rebellion of middle age and the yearning she had to reclaim her body with statements of her self. Who she was. But had she ever known?
This was now. A gift of a life still in existence. A casing that she had inhabited and would continue to lumber through life in, until her time came. To rest. To stop.
Who would want this now? Hell... she didn't even want it herself.
She turned away. Best not to look. Best not to feel. Best not to hope.
Faded tattoos recorded the whims of youth, the rebellion of middle age and the yearning she had to reclaim her body with statements of her self. Who she was. But had she ever known?
This was now. A gift of a life still in existence. A casing that she had inhabited and would continue to lumber through life in, until her time came. To rest. To stop.
Who would want this now? Hell... she didn't even want it herself.
She turned away. Best not to look. Best not to feel. Best not to hope.
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Said Peter...what you're requesting just isn't my bag
Said Daemon, who's sorry too, but y'see we didn't have no choice
And our hands they are many and we'd be of one voice
We've come all the way from Wigan to get up and state
Our case for survival before it's too late
Turn stone to bread, said Daemon Duncetan
Turn stone to bread right away...
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She could probably pull a few members here.stripes4 wrote: ↑Sat Feb 05, 2022 11:41 amSarah gazed in the mirror. Her naked body chronicled her life. Scars that recalled the children that had been dragged unnaturally from her abdomen, competed with the vertical etchings of the stretching that had nearly torn her belly in two, to accommodate the dawn of their lives. A hashtag of silvery tissue.
Faded tattoos recorded the whims of youth, the rebellion of middle age and the yearning she had to reclaim her body with statements of her self. Who she was. But had she ever known?
This was now. A gift of a life still in existence. A casing that she had inhabited and would continue to lumber through life in, until her time came. To rest. To stop.
Who would want this now? Hell... she didn't even want it herself.
She turned away. Best not to look. Best not to feel. Best not to hope.
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Berlin, thought by many to be the world's most romantic city.
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PlatzSean Hayden wrote: ↑Wed Feb 09, 2022 4:00 pmBerlin, thought by many to be the world's most romantic city.
I call bullshit - Alfred E Einstein
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I wish it were that simple
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She stared into his dark eyes, as he slowly drew a paper wrapped package from his coat. No, look here, he said. Her eyes were drawn to the package as he slowly, sensuously unwrapped it. A heady fragrance rose lazily from the smooth, slightly oily surface. Cheddar. Strong, aged cheddar.
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