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What have they done with my Jimmy?

By Yutka on Sun, 09 Oct 2005

His hospital room was seething with frustrations. His duvet was flimsy and slithered from him like a snakeskin as he lay, one knee pulled up, the other leg dangling down the side of his bed. Having called the nurse in his irksome voice, he bent backwards to avoid brushing against her dangling bosoms when she tried lifting his headrest to make him more comfortable. So he could sit up, a pitifully thin figure in his flapping knee-length night dress, his face drawn in at the cheeks, his needle-sharp nose rising over a thin-lipped downward crescent mouth. The straggly hair on his chin called out to be cut with scissors. Sometimes he slid down the bed like a fish that wants to return to the water, but was now caught, wriggling uncomfortably as if attached to the wrong electrodes, twitching feverishly from one pole to the other.
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U

8 Oct 05: 'Brian Blessed'

By pepsoid on Sat, 08 Oct 2005

9.30am Brian Blessed... He has the same initials as Big Brother. And he's going to be in our local Videodrome shop today, 12-4.
Journal
Biography
Certificate PG

'4our Knives thrown'

By Evan.T.Dearhart on Sat, 08 Oct 2005

erm, i wrote this at work and the '4our' bit was a mistake that i put down to my growing habit of 'L33t' speak which was brought on by Mega tokyo. A good explanation of 'L33t' speak can be found here: ' http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A787917 ' on the BBC website. (an obsure place i thought but it has its reasons) 1 F34r 4 m4 L1f3! he he he!
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

Untitled

By ralph on Sat, 08 Oct 2005

I've lit the match that extinguishes I've burned it all to the black and blown there's my ashes dirtying this moment that cannot be swept
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Chapter One - Losing Matt

By La Belle Helena on Sat, 08 Oct 2005

'Is he dead?' 'His brain is. The machines are keeping him going. Once we switch off, that'll be it.' No, it won't . . . I can breath on my own . . . I'm not brain dead . . . can't you see that, you stupid idiots . . . do an EEG. 'Didn't the EEG show anything at all?' 'Not a flicker. Still it's not all bad news. There's a young girl on the renal unit with a perfect tissue match.' You can't use me as a donor . . . I'm not dead . . . look, I can move my fingers . . . can't you see my fingers moving? Look! Damn you! Look at my hands. 'How long do we have to wait?' 'Until the next of kin give the OK. There shouldn't be any problem, there's no close relatives. Shit! What's that? He's fibrillating . . . get the crash team . . . now!' 'We're loosing him . . . blood pressure 50/30 . . . no pulse.' 'Shit! Turn off that alarm . . . somebody, turn off that bloody alarm!' I turned off the alarm by thrashing my arm out, knocking my bleeper on to the floor. When I retrieved it, the display flashed up Intensive Care's number - Shirley-Anne's parents had arrived. I had been asleep for two hours, the only sleep to come my way in the last twenty-four hours, and I didn't feel the least bit refreshed.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate 15

The Fight

By john p on Sat, 08 Oct 2005

Bloody, broken, bruised, and branded, Fractured ribs, the punch has landed. Battered, wounded, twisted legs, "Let me go!" the victim begs. Now doubled over, spitting teeth, His mother screams, consumed with grief.
Other Fiction
Poem
Certificate U

Betrayal In The Dark

By john p on Sat, 08 Oct 2005

Alone in the darkness, And so afraid -
Other Fiction
Poem
Certificate U

Marked by Anger

By john p on Sat, 08 Oct 2005

Marked by Anger When I was younger, I started doing something I never thought I would do. I'd heard so many stories, and seen so many scars from people who cut themselves to relieve their pain. And at some point, I thought it could help me too. I have always had a bad relationship with my mother. I always felt neglected, and un-loved. And after a while, I realized I was angry at her. I wanted to make her suffer. And as I thought then, the best way to do it, was to hurt myself.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate PG

Dear Friend

By dolphingirl on Fri, 07 Oct 2005

Dear Friend Graduation is comming up, We have had so many laughs together, We have been through thick and thin, We have helped each other with problems, We have helped each other with homework, Listened to each other's concerns,
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

One tide

By jvriesema on Fri, 07 Oct 2005

When I hear you awaken in the soul of my dream, I see the wind run and chase you in the early keflavik light
Love
Story
Certificate U

HELP; I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE VIRGIN AIR-TIME BALANCE RECORDED ANNOUNCEMENT GIRL

By alp on Fri, 07 Oct 2005

This is your fault, pepsoid! Had to stick something in front though, because I had no spare I!
Humour
Certificate PG

Scrumtastic

By Laura Callender on Fri, 07 Oct 2005

A light hearted poem about how yummy the world is, even in the most negative of sights!
Children's
Poem
Certificate U

SINEAD

By alp on Fri, 07 Oct 2005

The Sinead in this short bit of fiction is not a singer!
Romance
Other
Certificate PG

London jazz

By jvriesema on Fri, 07 Oct 2005

Morning rush-hour sounds cavort with newspapers that fly across cobblestone streets into open doorways. Subway sounds rush through London's waking dreams
Spiritual
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

Only parentheses

By Brooklands on Fri, 07 Oct 2005

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Other Fiction
Poem
Certificate PG

Photos I wish I had taken

By span on Fri, 07 Oct 2005

A list
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Things that I have found on pavements

By span on Fri, 07 Oct 2005

An exercise
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Dreams 3 - An End To Dreams

By Evan.T.Dearhart on Thu, 06 Oct 2005

The third written in the Dreams set. The 'Viewers' Veiw in the Dream. Thought of as a woman by me and a strange obsesion by the man 'Storm Dreaming' can be somewhat explained by reading the Web Comic 'Esuna Soul' which can be found in my bookmarks section.
Autobiography
Certificate U

Dreams 2 - Save Me From My Dreams

By Evan.T.Dearhart on Thu, 06 Oct 2005

The Second in the Dreams Set. The Mans view in the dreams. A 'Knell' is a tolling bell, particularly a Funeral Bell. (Knell: To ring slowly and solemnly, especially for a funeral; toll. ) ( To give forth a mournful or ominous sound. )
Autobiography
Certificate U

Dreams 1 - Awake In The Dark

By Evan.T.Dearhart on Thu, 06 Oct 2005

The first written in the Dreams Set. My View of the Dreams and the moments after waking. As with the others it was written in the dark, or more precisly for this one Scrawled in the dark.
Autobiography
Certificate U

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