Certificate 18

‘Just like the old guy in the cell then,’ offered Jill. ‘The one who drew out the tunnels for us. He said he was one-hundred and thirty-six, yet he looked no older than what… fifty?

*A/N: PROFANITY contained within.
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stop inflicting your reality on me
catholic protestant jewish islamic bureaucracy
of belief
that isn't mine

Johnny Mondays was fast becoming the least popular private dick in all Norwich, and he wasn’t even a private dick.

She was distracted by something she saw in the shop.

Inspired by Maddan's efforts, this is the first 1,500 words of a rewrite of my NaNoWriMo 2007 entry. Too dialogue heavy or a good pace?

Thoughts appreciated.

Ben

“Can you believe you’re making love to this body?” Tabitha asked rhetorically, admiring and petting herself as I grinded it out, thinking of something else and looked for a cue to end it.

I’d say she was in her early twenties.’ She passed back the licence.
‘So would I, but Marianna was also in those photographs at the Brontrose place… sixty-years ago.’

...already caught, any thoughts of the future had to involve prison. How would anyone fill their time waiting to be locked in a cell? Maybe he needed to learn a new skill.

We're in Luke's world now.

Laryngitis my kneecap.

‘Have you got absolutely no fuckin’ idea as to who we got in the back?’
‘No, ya done told me fuck all Dane. Ever since you took over the drivin’ ya aint told me shit!’

I prefer profundity to profanity. There is no fucking joy in shallowness. But the depth of her ignorance was like a stick of dynamite in a bon-bon; it shocked me so much it nearly killed me.

Tanaga

A short poetic form, from the Philippines,
which dates back to 1500.

Tanaga has four lines with seven syllables each.

Pleiades

A form where only a...1 word title is allowed.
This poem consists of one seven line stanza
there is no rhyme scheme and no syllable count

Starburst

I like to walk alone with incandescent
stars of lemon-yellow bodies sown with
prisms of blue, where I am moved to
tears by the experience of such beauty.

Gregg carried on sprinting towards the light and then heard screaming in the room above, he hurriedly climbed the steps to find a young girl kneeling on the floor between two of the hanging corpses...

Luke is 19, a bit of a loner, a bit of a no-mark and a bit of a virgin. He's also got an obsession. And a secret.

‘So, what’s the story with you and Gregg then?’ shouted Nick.
‘There is no story Nick, I’m helping him and he’s helping me! It’s a kind of mutual agreement okay?’

I come off the dance floor and I’m dripping with sweat, screaming at everybody and nobody and tasting blood on my lips.

Everything is fine until I take that second pill. I come up too fast.