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My father was a car lover. He brought me to a rally one hot Summer’s day, as a desperate attempt to spark some enthusiasm in me for cars. But his efforts were wasted on me.
» Posted By clarekins On 07.31.2013 @ 4:12 am
The nest appeared to be moving, curling in on itself and out again. With a closer look I noticed it was not the nest that moved, but hundreds of fleshy pale slimey maggots, fighting over the stinking remains of a rotting pigeon.
» Posted By clarekins On 05.15.2012 @ 2:59 am
In all her glorious hatred of others, she couldn’t even bring herself to lend me a pound for the bus fare.
» Posted By clarekins On 05.13.2012 @ 3:32 am
Days had passed and I could still taste him after at the back of my mouth. With every exhalation I could detect that scent, so distinctly his. A misty muskness with a tangy after-taste.
» Posted By clarekins On 05.08.2012 @ 7:13 am
You thought it was so damn clever of you, to slip that dead beatle into my ham sandwich. I worried for a split second that the crunch was cucumber. I hate cucumber.
» Posted By clarekins On 09.07.2011 @ 6:08 am
Ill. illness. illy dilly pilly illness.
Yup, it struck again. There’s no denying it. She’s practically yellow.
Crispy dry skin. Dry mouth. Sticky hands.
and the stench…
» Posted By clarekins On 07.25.2011 @ 10:28 am
“TICKETS! TICKETS PLEASE! …Sir, your ticket please..”
and so he advanced through the carriage, standing tall and proud.
“Such posture” thought Aunt Vera….”What a fine figure of a man”, she whispered to her sister, who chuckled to herself, avoiding eye contact with me and my sisters.
» Posted By clarekins On 07.22.2011 @ 2:18 pm
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“So he has a violent streak in him, does he?”
“Well, you know how its done here – we respond to violence with violence. Give the fellow a taste of his own medecine.”
“Martha! … Be a dear and fetch me the hammer.”
» Posted By clarekins On 07.21.2011 @ 6:12 am