A Wave of Pirates 13) Shots Fired

By TCTSTONE on Sun, 12 May 2013

Suddenly I was hit hard on top of the head and I collapsed to the floor.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate 15
Cherry

The Sin of Bliss

By Chelsea.Anne on Sun, 12 May 2013

The ambrosia of sex.
Erotica
Poem
Certificate 18
Story of the week

The Election Problem

By The Other Terrence Oblong on Sun, 12 May 2013

It was 6.30 a.m. when I was woken by a hammering on my back door. I quickly dressed and shouted for Alun to come in. He was clearly agitated and refused to sit while I made us both coffee.
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate 15

Untitled

By Jonathan_Dalton on Sun, 12 May 2013

'Untitled', written on 21 April 2013
Nature
Poem
Certificate U

Mother's Day without a mother

By randy-johnson on Sun, 12 May 2013

This is first time in over four decades that I don't have a mother on Mother's Day. Mom's name was Agnes Johnson. She was sixty-four.
Other Non-fiction
Non-fiction
Certificate U

A Bronx Tale, BBC 2, 11.30,

Posted by celticman on Sun, 12 May 2013

Released 1993, written by Chazz Palmaterri directed by Robert De Niro and starring Robert De Niro and Chazz Palmaterrri. It’s 1960 in the Bronx and everything is Italian. Lorenzo Anello (Robert De Niro) drives a city bus for a living. His son Calogero (Francis Capro, aged 9) sometimes jumps on and accompanies him, to chat about baseball and be with his dad. But he’s a smart kid. When his dad drops him off and waits until he goes upstairs to the...

Silly Buggers (Part Two)

By The Walrus on Sun, 12 May 2013

A drug-induced group hallucination, or a paranormal experience? You decide.
Horror
Story
Certificate 18

Silly Buggers (Part One)

By The Walrus on Sun, 12 May 2013

A drug-induced group hallucination, or a paranormal experience? You decide.
Horror
Story
Certificate 18

My Dog And Flute Don't Agree II

By adbates on Sun, 12 May 2013

Second version of My Dog And Flute Don't Agree
Humour
Poem
Certificate U

FA Cup Final: Wigan 1 Manchester City 0.

Posted by celticman on Sun, 12 May 2013

I got up late. Laughing Boy phoned and asked if I was going out to watch the football. Usually that would be a given. Celtic’s last league game at Parkhead this season. It’s on Sky. The pubs are open and I could expect to be steamin-drunk by half-time since I’m a bit of a lightweight and that’s 45 minutes of valuable drinking time. But I couldn’t be arsed, which is the Celtic equivalent of a mortal sin and despite ten minutes of badgering I...

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