As he watched the football results in an electrical retailer’s window, he saw that the only goal scored in the Denwick-Whitelaw match was scored by Tristan Simian, a Swedish striker. It didn’t surprise him one iota. Tristan played for Denwick in the third division, and at his current firing rate, his team were heading for the top of the league. They were fourth. It wouldn’t have surprised him if talent scouts had already...

Twas the night before the big game  And all through the town  All the people were cheering For their team to win the crown   Which side of the river  Will be the big winner  Whose gonna go home  For the best tasting dinner    Rovers of Easton   Black and red to the end Will the trophy go with them  Or will they be on the mend   The Liners of Pburg  Bleed garnet and gray With Suzie beside them  They are ready to play   The...

Rain hit the window, and my eyes traced the lines of water traveling down the glass. Long streaks trailed behind each one, telling the story of where it had been. Every splatter would leave its own reminder behind, letting the person seated know it had existed and where it had gone. I let my finger rest against the cool surface and traced one of those paths wistfully. In truth, I was the tiniest bit jealous. This rain cou...

Ramblings of a Madman by kscorn080 (pete) I took a walk one fine fall day Stopped for a bit, to watch some kids at play They were playing a game called tackle the man All were piled onto a kid named Dan I kinda felt sorry for the little guy Cause he had got smeared and had mud in his eye He had a scraped place on the side of his head A huge hole torn in his shirt of red I started to go and give him some aid And for that m...

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ooooooooooooo!” Everybody throws theirhands down as the kicker punts the ball. The entire stadium falls silent. The receiver catches it, and as he starts running everything comes back to life. A sea of garnet is cheering as he passes the 30, then 40 yard lines. As the tackle takes place, the Marching Chiefs start playing the warchant, and thousands of fans start doing the tomahawk chop. Cameras can’t do...

Something strange happened... Some time this week. Time has bled so much, I can’t tell what day it is, or what I’m doing much, apart from a peach fuzzy sort of fuzz. Buzz. Probably the lack of sleeping causing all the buzzy fuzz, but that’s not my point. I’ll get to my point in a moment, but first some background. Background is important to this story, musing, whatever. Writing piece, we shall call it. I love guitars, of...

'Tis the season to be jolly, and, here in the U.S., watch football games, especially college bowl games. Every year more of them appear on our screens. With the media talent pool stretched thin, two seldom used TV sportscasters are given the assignment of covering the newest, most obscure, least important bowl game.--“Hello sports fans. This is Greg Gumball coming to you from fabled Waterproof Stadium in the heart of beau...

Denlea wasn’t the sort of town you’d expect to see a tattoo-come-body-piercing parlour, but there it stood. 'HIBISCUS - Body Art and Massage' shared a row of grey stone terraced buildings with a chip shop, a boutique for mature ladies, a hardware shop, a butcher’s and The Copper Kettle Café. Its neighbours had opposed the opening of the tattoo parlour, objecting to the type of clientele it might attract. Jimmy Marshall wa...