Monday, 21 September 2009

Four Jaws you don’t forget

'Random Story ImageThey hunt in fours but divide into singles to corner you.’
Rosemary knew—she had lost a finger to one. Hearing the rosters, she jumped up. 'Sir, I want to partner up with Kawasaki when we go south.'
'Granted.
Sitting down, she smiled. Her growing babies would enjoy his bones.

Friday, 18 September 2009

Love at the movies

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‘Don’t you just love it when the good guy wins,’ Ryan said, grabbing a handful of popcorn from Meryl’s  carton -his had kept the trailers unheard. 
           Meryl, just chewed her gum.
           On the screen, Bret smashed the UV ray-gun and turning saw her—his reason for crossing over to flesh world.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Guesthouse Manners

 

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'Don't look now but that little madam has had a second orange juice.'
            Harold turned round.
            May manage to say, 'Good Morning, nice view isn’t it.'
            'Harold,' she hissed, 'Thank you! I'll have to chat now.’
            Harold just shrugged, women always made it so complicated—he’d just smile and ignore.

Monday, 14 September 2009

Looks aren't everything

 

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Zelda wiped the grease away from her mouth, she has real class, before saying, 'You don’t want to cross Hash Brown's woman. She did a John Bobbitt, if you get my drift.' 
            I didn't. She just sighed and said something about lights being on but they weren't, it was noon.

Sunday, 13 September 2009

Script conference from Hell


Random Story ImageYou’ll be Texas toast when I get you.’
‘Where's the bloody writer.’
‘What can’t you understand now?’
‘What he’s saying, the character is supposed to be Cool not some Beverley Hill twink.’
‘Its a metaphor!’
‘God, to think I turned down Spielberg for this crock.’
‘It’s not what I heard.’

Saturday, 12 September 2009

Sticks and stones

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‘I ain't firing blanks, its yor eggs that are scrambled.'
            He regretted saying it, as soon as he saw her eyes empty
            'I'm sorry, let me—’
            'Just go and stay with yor brother. Shame it's too late to swop, at least he wer better in bed then you ever managed.'

Friday, 11 September 2009

The first step


'Are you knowndrunks-1?' 
            The words slapped him. What accept that drink doesn’t killed the pain—it merely distracts 
            'Let yourself be known by your own words' 
             Rick, looked up to the outstretched hand, hesitated, then turned to pick up his bottle and walk away. ' Do you know?, echoed his footsteps.