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Somewhere between Darjeeling and Calcutta is a place called Sevoke Bridge.It is certainly what it purports to be-a mere bridge.It is early winter now and a Scorpio is making its way over the bridge.The Scorpio is actually a grand-looking SUV.This particular car has five people sitting in it.As the Scorpio is about to descend into the freeway the driver spots a girl.The girl is wearing expensive clothes and is trying to secure a ride on the car.Half out of pity and half out of a very ancient instinct the driver stops the car.The girl explains that she lives in Darjeeling and is trying to get some medicines for her ailing father from nearby Tenzing Stand.The passengers who have all paid the driver individually for the ride are happy to accomodate a very pretty girl.The girl tries to make small talk.Suddenly she produces a revolver and asks her co-passengers to hand over their belongings.The passengers,who are all men,offer little resistance.One of them stays with her after he introduces himself as her husband.After the others are offloaded at Tenzing Stand the girl tells the lanky boy,"You drive!".It is apparent that the girl doesn't know how to steer an automobile.As the vehicle speeds off towards Calcutta the two passengers introduce themselves to each other.The boy is called Bunty and the pretty girl is Bubbles.Both have set out from Darjeeling with the aim of becoming filmstars in distant Bombay.
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"Ride The Donkey" - Chapter 2
Yanks, (Americans) consisted of several different groups: There were the larger-than-life, loudmouthed caricatures of an officer; they usually had big bellies, bulging out from above low-slung army belts sporting a handgun. A few of these guns were service issue; many were ostentatious Wild West revolvers, or such. A half-chewed cigar usually hung dribbling slaver from podgy lips. They must have seen themselves as the epitome of John Wayne, or Errol Flynn. Sad really, as although on films, those two won every war single-handed, in fact, I got the impression that those two managed to avoid any contact with military service ' unlike other film stars who served willingly and with distinction. Those Yank officers were all mouth and trousers to me. If they had a superiority of ten to one in battle, they were heroes. Any less odds than this, and they would retire to a safer Headquarters, and scream for the Air Force, or Navy, to bail them out. These officers would have been more useful to us if they had been in charge of the enemy...
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ABSURDLAND
ABSURDLAND If you take the road to the end of the earth, bypassing Yeovil, Nairn, and Holmfirth, chances are you'll eventually come by a steeple that doesn't point to the sky. Go where it points across shifting sand
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"TICIANITA ARABELLA WOBBLES - ARLOTT" - Chapter 2
.... It seemed just moments before ' with a loud wailing of sirens ' two large fire engines appeared outside the school gymnasium. Suddenly there were firemen with hosepipes and ladders EVERYWHERE. Well, the next hour was the most embarrassing one the Convent and Nuns had ever experienced. You can just imagine the fun the firemen had getting the struggling Sister Teresa down, as she tried to hide her red bloomers. Once they even threatened to use a hosepipe to wash her off the ceiling. Sister Teresa screamed in panic at the thought....
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Departure
"Terribly sorry. I said "I wasn't expecting you to stop - yet again. At this her head snapped round like some mechanical contraption on a stick and she turned to glare at me. Her hair was dyed black, and very badly at that - I could see the grey roots ' and her skin was sallow, pale and white. She was obviously a heavy smoker as she wore a matt magenta lipstick, that already at this early juncture of the day was beginning to seep into the cracks around her lips and mouth. That said it was difficult to guess her age; she had a child-like aspect to her face but could have been any age from forty to late sixties. She fixed me with beady little bloodshot eyes and spoke, or rather hissed, in a haughty, clipped voice: "Well watch where you're going in future! My little kick had done the trick though, for she let me pass and I continued on my way.
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My destiny
Story about a boy who is unfortunate in love, life has been decided for him.
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the portrait
The Portrait Prologue: "Did you have to buy such an expensive gift for Hank? Debbie asked. Robert sighed. He drove his Mercedes out of the parking lot and turned left. " For the umpteenth time, yes. Hank is my best friend and it's his birthday today. He's going to love it.
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National novel writing month (chapters 7 and 8 - unedited)
Chapter 7 Joe, on the defence. Joe was curious about the favour Lance was asking about, but forgot about it as he entered the office the next day. Peter was pacing around his office as joe sat at his desk and fired up his PC. Peter beckoned
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Four Step
Sliding solo. Beat ten and blow. Flamenco heel, the clicking toe. Spinning meanness, soft shell shuffle. From mirror ball, to Spanish hustle. A powdered nose Columbian twist. This ugly man,
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"Ride The Donkey" - Chapter 1 ' Shafted by Bastards. A Taste of Tit.
..... My head drops, as euphoric sleep threatens to engulf me, transporting me into times long passed. Eyelids flicker, jaw twitches: I am back there, reliving youthful events - seeing visions of Angie, the insatiable Sally, and all my other girls for hire. 'My little mares' - The thoughts and visions produce a sigh. Unconsciously, one hand reaches to caress a nubile breast, and then slowly lowers, as memory morphs into another mental image. In indecent haste, each in turn flashes vividly by ' Patricia, who took my virginity, and the girls whose virginal cherries I plucked - the happy apparitions smile at me. I smile back, recalling sensuously their sexual expertise. My hand moves automatically to cover my stirring loins....
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"TICIANITA ARABELLA WOBELLS-ARLOTT" Tales
These are stories about Ticianita Arabella Wobbles-Arlott' Her friends call her 'Tish'. She has a talking Kitten 'Kitty'. Tish comes from a rather 'Posh' English family. ( Her Papa is a VERY important man. ) Tish has a series of exciting adventures. She meets Fairies; Elves; Santa Claus; Space Men; Kings and Queens- among others. Her adventures take her to castles, an 'old tyme fayre', into the desert, the seaside, a camping holiday, and many more adventures around the world - and even out to planets in Space! Each Chapter is a Complete Story, told as 'Bedtime Stories', by a Father to his children. The story starts one morning when Tish is discovers that she has lost her Tummy Button in the bath. Fortunately The Man In The Moon glides down a moonbeam and replaces it with a special Magical Silver Tummy Button. By reciting a verse, and twisting it ' One Turn to the Right ', Tish is granted three wishes each day until her sixteenth birthday.
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IT ISN'T OVER TILL THEY PULL THE PLUG
You'll see a great change in him, his sister said, allowing him to go first into the ward. She didn't say - specially since you haven't been here since last year - but it was implied. In the high side hospital bed, Brian's father appeared to be already dead. Waxen, bluish eyelids, sweeping glossy black eyebrows, fine prominent nose. He seemed his old handsome self again, spruced up, ready to meet his maker No longer the dishevelled, unkempt, unshaven, huddled bundle, chain smoking in front of the television, lost in the imaginary community he had come to rely on for company, resenting unwanted visitors who asked him silly questions during his favourite programmes
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LAST TRAIN THROUGH ALTON TOWER
'There's an old man sitting on a platform chair, And he feels the breeze as it ruffles his hair, And he stares at the bushes and the weeds where the rails should be;'
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GATES OF GLORY
'He'd worked on the footplate for forty long years, he remembered the sweat and he remembered the tears, And he remembered the thrill of just being alive, with a full head of steam on an old Black Five;'
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For readers only
Who is beyond every writing? A beardless punk who's smiling?
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"Wendy and Patrick's Monster Adventure." - modern Fairystory.
As their eyes got used to the dim violet light Wendy screamed. Patrick simply froze. ....They were in a large cargo hold. Just a few feet in front of them was the largest most terrifying creature they could ever imagine. It was looking right at them, and opened its fearsome mouth wide. Just then Grat's voice came through a speaker set in the wall. "Have no fear of the Sea Dragon; it is held secure inside a magna-cage. If you reach out you can feel the cage. It is like a one-way mirror. You can see inside, but the Dragon cannot see out. He carried on speaking and sounded as if he was working,
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She Walked in Beauty
...still walks in a beauty even dreams can't beat.
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"Ride The Donkey" - prepare to be shocked...
Be warned: It is absolutely raw. It is a 'no punches pulled' and 'just as it happened' frank record of one man's life. (And what a man). It is in no way reading suitable for minors, prudes, or the faint-hearted. Whilst the early pages mostly give an illuminating historical insight into life in England during the 1930's and 1940's for those country kids born into poverty, do not be lulled into any sense of security. As the story unfolds, the many explicit sex situations are so graphically described in some profusion, that the combined contents of the Karma Sutra, Marquis de Sade, James Joyce, and Arthur Miller's works pale into insignificance. This is 'hands on' and unexpurgated. The first part - 'Book One' ' is what many will consider a catalogue of evil. It is the biography of a youth hell bent on monetary gain and sexual self-gratification. And of the mostly teenage nymphomaniacs who formed his stable of call-girls, whores, and adult-show performers. He made the girls rich, and in doing so amassed a fortune of his own whilst still a teenager.
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Fireworks
I'm frankly shocked that there aren't more fireworks poems on the site following on from last Saturday,
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ANOTHER "Ugly duckling"
Another ugly Duckling I'm sure you all know about the little ugly duckling that grew to be a beautiful swan; well this is about a little girl all the other children thought was ugly:
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