Chapter 2 by Kari and Khadaji While the men confronted each other, Sive had the time to assess her would-be saviour. He had the look of no nonsense about him. She put her knife back in her boot, trying to decide how to put herself in the best possible light.If I play my cards right this might just be my ticket out of this hell hole. Damsel in distress? No, he would see right through that one...hey, I could be just a helpl...

By Kari and Khadaji Chapter 1. Jason DeBois watched the last of the cargo off-load onto the dock for the client's inspection. Now came the moment of truth. Was this one honest or would he try to cheat? Jason had already ordered the steward into the dorsal turret with instructions to have it pointed near the client's vehicle. Not at it, no need to be rude. But close enough to blast it into next week if something went wrong...

Stabbage would have been awfully savage and maybewould have turned meinto a cabbage.No, give me some kissage,huggage and lotsa of loveage,for love is niceageand better than sliceage.I talk a lot about love,I am a love-monger,slightly cheesy,but oh, so bright, and very breezy.Breezy is the fan,a-blowing my face,best shut it off,or you'll feel my mace!To fight with a mace, must have been fun,crunch! broken bones,and another...

I feel like walking on a rainbow. I walk, I tred lightly, but suddenly I fall right through it. It is light, for goodess sake, I cannot walk upon light! I feel like a fool, but then, out of nowhere, an angel sweeps me up. I am returned to my cloud and I feel like walking on a rainbow. I walk, I tred lightly, but suddenly I fall. Light is a stupid thing to try and walk upon! Thanks go to Poppet for inspiring me and for fin...

 Morning,What an absolutely absurd concept.The very thought of it makes me shudder.It makes me confuserated,Cranky and spitting mad...Mad at what?People, just being.Noise, perpetuating.Friction, being all frictious,As is its wont.Give me a nice afternoon any day,Warm and cosy in my bed,For half the day, that’s the life for me,Arising only when rested.Afternoon is my natural morning.It allows me to avoid confrontation,Madn...

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Steve in the Canteen Steve when he's eating doesn't make a sound, for his teeth are in a bag, on the table or ground. He sucks the filling through his bread and the butter, he makes no sound, except the words that he mutters. “ Mfwmf!" I'll hear him trying to say, as I dodge the bits of sandwich heading my way.I'll tell him some jokes, and when he starts to choke, he'll cough, and then he'll, spray. Then he'll repeat his...

Lols to Tits I've noticed that I use the abbreviation 'lol' far too much when chatting online, typing stories, poems or texting. Even though what's being said is hardly funny at all. Sometimes I use it to take the sting out of an amusing or cutting comment that I've made, so the person on the other end doesn't feel slighted or possibly offended in any way. We all use 'lol' every time we type, without actually laughing, an...

Yeah yeah, that’s right, bash my head in. You don’t seem to mind that my brain is pouring out, do you? What’s that? You wanted that to happen? Huh, that’s just sick, how could you?How could I? You ask that, but you don’t seem to realise what a silly question that is! You do realise that you deserve this!Deserve it? How come? What did I do?Well, duh, Edna! You ate the last lettuce leaf! So that merits me getting my head ki...

Thirty Forever Back when I was in my thirties, after a particularly heavy snow-storm, I noticed the school-kids having snowball fights every day as they walked by my house on their way to school. I decided to have a little fun with them. I hid behind the hedgerow in my front garden. After stock-piling snowballs ready for the attack, the kids eventually started drifting past, in their two's and three's. I started throwing,...

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FIRE Packed in like sardines with our luggage more than needed the newbies, jet-lagged and agog supplies and groceries, enough for weeks tucked into every crevasse seven, altogether, in the Rover lurching down the highway at the end of the dry season from Bolívar, to Guri across la Gran Sabana glowing hot and overladen And the selva smouldered where smoke plumes echoed lightning's ghosts more substantial even than the gen...

No Title Yet Superlatives and adjectives, are words to describe. A verb-ing word is a doing term, behind which I can hide. Full stops and commas, I infuse, with words to halt or pause. Without such things, I'd soon be seen, writing, un-verbose? I get so tired of trying to be, thought of inter-est-ing, I use the words upon my page to try to say some-thing. Anything will do, to provoke you, into verbage or admission. When y...

Geordie Martin's Budgie We were all sitting in the Pit Canteen, at one thirty in the afternoon, half an hour from the time we have to go down. It was mid-summer as well, quite a hot day and the last thing we wanted, was to be down the hot smelly dark pit. We'd all rather be on the beach, with a few beers. But we were all trying to be positive. Laughing and joking, trying to keep our spirits up, when in walks Geordie Marti...