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Everybody was sad and angry in democracy land,so they had an election in the land of democracy,and the sad and angry won,but this made everybody else sad and angry too ,and the sad and angry got angrier and sadder,what a bunch of BASTARDS.
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Now that's how you get the Competitions going again such an amazing prize. Better get the brain juices flowing for this one.
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Mmm....oddly i'd never been much for sporting events of any sort. But there i was, a baseball match. Damned if i know why, i wasn't even American. And there during some random little leagues defeat of their anonymous rival i spot a guy sat across from me in the bleachers (how the hell did i know what these seats were called?), when i say a guy i mean to say an old guy. A familiar guy. Guy, even that is an American term. I spot a bloke, a chap, a fella. An old, white haired misrable looking chap. A fake smile (as usual) forced across his aged face. Awkwardly i gaze at the man, waiting til i can get his attention, when i finally do, when those old deceptively blue eyes meet mine an odd chill skips down my spine, the man stares back at me. Why do i feel so accustomed to this indignant glare? I get up, push past the row of knees and hotdogs, make my way toward this stranger. This face that somehow stirs feelings that i can't quite identify. Strange that the seats should nearly all be taken yet i could take my pick of half a dozen around a man that as i get closer i begin to understand shouldn't even be here. Given the options i still decide to sit to the rear of my father, he turns as much as his pride will apparently allow and says "....". I don't know, for some reason whatever he says to me he has no voice, yet i know, i just know that disapproval is the gist of his remark. I'm aware that i begin to respond and yet just as i am about to question his presence i find myself in the dark. Staring at the ceiling, as I've done nearly every night for about two months now. Wondering why a man that cancer took from me two months ago (surprise surprise) is alive and well and still disappointed with me every night.
Last edited by J Harker; 7th July 2016 at 10:46 PM. |
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A young man starts being stalked by someone in a hooded top until he eventually ends up being attacked by them, but during the struggle, the young man pulls the attackers hood down to see that the attacker is actually the older version of himself...
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The Aliens are already here. Picture a time when there existed a country ruled by an alien race, named the unaccountables. The everyday creatures went to and fro over the lands, wrapped up in their own thoughts, leaving the aliens in charge with the freedom to do and say whatever they wanted. The aliens told the everyday’s whatever they wanted to hear and assured them everything would be taken care of,their existences would be safe and that the aliens and the everyday's were always equal and united. Unaccountable, the aliens told lies, made hollow promises and then slept soundly in their comfy beds. They took the everyday’s money and squandered it on fancy fineries and trinkets, when all the money had been spent they patted each others backs, laughing at how they’d fooled everyone again. one day the unnacountables dressed up in silly disguises and argued once again. Taking part was the honey monster, toad of toad hall, albert steptoe and count dracula. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() This kept the everyday's confused and when the argument needed to be resolved nobody really knew what to do. Afterwards the entire country entered a state of Limbo,neither here nor there, where the only thing certain was uncertainty. The unaccountable ones dissolved. The country from then on became known as Brexitannia. And from then on it and the everyday’s resided somewhere in the Twilight zone. ![]() ![]()
__________________ ![]() MIKE: I've got it! Peter Cushing! We've got to drive a stake through his heart! VYVYAN: Great! I'll get the car! NEIL: I'll get a cushion. |
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The Videovore ![]() Here is a man beginning his new job, his name is James. Deciding to do some tidying, he finds a small door behind filing cabinets in his office, he opens it and discovers a small creature with scissors for hands and razor sharp teeth. The creature whipped it’s tail around James neck and made him stare into it’s eyes. Hypnotised and sodomised James had now become it’s slave. The creature craved videotape and was always hungry for more, luckily for James he was the new state film censor, and the creature set about slicing it’s way into as many films it could. No one outside the B.B.F.C ever suspected anything and everyday the monster grew fat. For many years it fed. And James did it’s twisted bidding. Scientists stumbled across a way to kill the monster by accident, inventing a new way of watching film. The creature could not feed on the hard shiny discs they created and slowly it began to starve. Eventually it died and James came to his senses. Tired and worn down by the creature, he decided to retire, asked for porn to be legal and went home to relax with a box of tissues. ![]() James had finally escaped from the Twilight Zone. ![]()
__________________ ![]() MIKE: I've got it! Peter Cushing! We've got to drive a stake through his heart! VYVYAN: Great! I'll get the car! NEIL: I'll get a cushion. |
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When i was a child i was in my bedroom playing, David i heard my mum shout out, as i was walking down the corridor suddenly a hand grabbed me and pulled me into the other bedroom, i looked up it was my mum looking scared, i said mummy what do you want, she put her finger on my lips and whispered shhhhh i heard that voice too.
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