At the door walk on the wild side

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Dropped on the pavement, the hand with red nails looked like a broken rose.I picked it up and put it into my case. In the war I killed with makeup and dresses hidden but as an 'hero' I came out. Except it was Christmas so Jack's hand was screwed on and family lies maintained.

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Singing for Supper

Fiery Fox’s favourite trick at night was to sing On the Road to Nowhere.

Flopsy Bunny bounced in to listen. Oh, I hear you cry, 'Someone better BE careful or they'll be supper.'

You were right.

Flopsy Bunny so liked being a wererabbit, it made crunching bones so much easier.

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A blind tasting

'Now what do you think the vintage is?'   

'I am not sure, it could be a ‘24. I taste blackcurrants, warm summers, even a hint of steak, if you pardon my language.'   

'Yes, quite.'

'But a bit too heavy and rough for me.'

'It's the neighbourhood now, but try this neck.' 

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One day the setting sun won't be fun

140 character story – drop by to Grandma's Goulash to leave your own

But don't forget who's takin' you home

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Wearing the silver swirly skirt, brought on a champagne fuelled weekend in the '80's, she walked out barefoot.  Sitting on the window ledges, her boys cheered as Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) got louder. Will, in Don Johnson jacket and stubble, reached up to her and got ready to dance for the last time.

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A Historical Mistake

 
Old meets new. The dirty yellowing bandaged body smeared the lab of white tiles and shiny steel in a room dark except for the pulsating green light in a single tube of glass. To its beat a  ripped brown leather and blackened bone face appeared and faded from each shiny surface . Each a frozen death scream.

Looking down, Professor Williams hesitated to press the activate button. Failure would be to lose what Narmer the founder Pharaoh of Egypt could reveal. Yet could success be worse? Absolute power in any age made for men difficult to control. Yet the prize was recognition of his life's work. The University and department would be his! Calmer, he pressed the Energern.

The body under its rays began to shine and pulsate ever brighter and louder before a flash turned the room searing white. Professor Williams screamed in a language unheard since the Saharan crocodiles roamed free,

'Again will I fill the earth and subdue any living thing that moves on the earth.'

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And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good

Thinking she's alone, Ann licked the coffee-cup lid. A creak said she wasn't but she continued anyway. He'd kill, but it'd be her death.

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