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Can you pack? Have you any idea what is involved? Do you dare to attempt it unsupervised? Well, no I can’t, no I haven’t the faintest idea and no not in a month of Sundays. All that clear enough? I don’t even have the courage to pack my own sandwiches for lunchtime at work. I’d rather give tablets to either of our cats and that is deserving of at least an award for bravery above and beyond the call of duty – there&...
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In our age of high speed satellite communication news gathering is almost instantaneous but for those reporting events in earlier times, weeks or even months may have passed before any details emerged. The circumstances surrounding the Norman invasion of England, if related using modern technology, may have sounded something like this…………………
Good evening I am Tim McDougall in the ...
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Tuesday, 5th June
Dear Mom
How unfair is this? I get done out of my birthright by that cow Hera, dad can’t do anything about it because he’d already opened his big mouth about the succession and Eurystheus gets the job, and now I’m up for murder because I let myself get all worked up about it. I tell you if this is justice, I’m a monkey’s uncle.
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A story about a girlfriend's family and their strange grieving habits.
Holly had invited me to her grandfather’s funeral in the exact fashion one would a wedding. I received a black invitation with white lace cordially inviting me to the Peskidan’s send off ceremony for their deceased. Holly and I had been going out for two months and now I was finally being forced to meet her family&...
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[I know, I know, finally...I apologize for the delay. I've just been lazy.]
So it’s finally Wednesday, that day in the school week by when you’re already exhausted but you’re still clinging on with your last sweaty finger because you’ve reached the peak, the top, the summit. It only goes downhill from there...and for once, I mean that in a good way. After Wednesday, my mind has offic...
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A 'petrol powered catholic' Dad sat snugly in his ‘wing backed’ chair facing his solar powered protestant son. Forlorn of face was the mechanised catholic, and slack of arm was the environmentally friendly protestant offspring. The purple velvet material of the chair pressed against the dads leathery old pig skin so hard that it made seven beef burgers and a wrench which had been shrink wrapped in polythene look like something you cou...
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Sinai
31st July
Dear God
Further to our little chat on the
mountain the other day and the instructions you gave to me for forwarding to
the masses, there are a few things that have been puzzling me. I think its
best, if it’s alright with you, that we sort this out before I release them for
publication. I know you are our God almighty, Omniscient, Omnipresent and all
that, I appreciate that a lot of thought must have...
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Keith and Joe, two young lads, started running through the tree and rock littered field. The sun was high in the clear blue, cloudless sky, but that offered no protection. They ran through the dirt patches; and when they went threw the thick, green grass, they were reminded of what haunted them. Sweat dripped down from their baseball caps. They were just walking to Joe’s home from their practice. But they made one serious m...
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Life for Jimmy Colten was uneventful; even predictable, but today he would soon discover his ordinary world would be anything but.
Jimmy Colten’s ordinary world was that of a ninja. He would plod along through work everyday, assasinate someone here, spy on someone there, all the while thinking to himself: sigh! Why is life so boring? Jimmy had been doing his job for ten years now, and he was sick of it. Sick of the routine of c...
05/03/2008 | 65 Hits | 9 comments |  (4 votes) | Read more...
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For some reason, over the last few days, with all my teachers rabidly force-feeding any and all information that may be vaguely pertinent to the looming final exams coming up in just a few weeks, I don’t have much time to investigate what exactly had gone on with Will & Grace over there in Emoville; instead I’m finding myself poring over textbooks I had never opened before, reading facts about events I know I should remember but c...
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My feet are killing me – I’ve been on them all day at that market stall and it’s been hot enough to fry an egg on a Roman’s breastplate. Mind you frying a Roman would be preferable right now considering all the restrictions they out on us these days. That Herod’s no good, he’s just a patsy kowtowing to the governor instead of standing up for his own people – still, I suppose someone’s got to be &l...
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Everyday I’m made to handle countless people in this gas station. I hear their complaints, stories, suggestions for the store, conversations on their cell phones, and their problems. I touch more people than I should really be allowed too. Why? Because it’s my job. I was behind the counter counting back change to a young woman in her mid twenties repressing my sexual aggression like any other day. Her body was slim yet supple and...
05/01/2008 | 79 Hits | 3 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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I don’t really get to talk with either of my two close comrades until lunch, which for some reason the guidance department decided to put exceedingly late on my schedule. By the time 7th period finally rolls around I can feel my stomach crying itself to sleep, so I grab whatever gourmet crap the cafeteria ladies have so lovingly whipped up today first before heading into the beautiful summer weather and towards the stone steps Em, Morgue, a...
04/30/2008 | 68 Hits | 2 comments | (3 votes) | Read more...
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Em and I ended up not checking up on Morgue at all on Sunday. We sort of realized we had been overreacting just a tiny little bit– Morgue is a big kid, after all, he can handle himself. He’s actually older than both of us– he’s already 17, while Em and I won’t be until July. Our birthdays are only a week apart, I forgot if I mentioned that before. We actually have a lot more in common than at first glance, Em and I. ...
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It had been a normal saturday morning and Elizabeth Hanz had just woken up to the sound of birds chirping from outside her window.
Why the hell did those birds have to make such a noise? She wondered as she grasped the handle of a shiny metal bat. The bird was oblivious to the approaching danger and so did not fly away before Beth swung the bat at it. It fell off it's purch and hit the ground with a thud. Beth felt satisfied that the vil...
04/30/2008 | 272 Hits | 7 comments |  (5 votes) | Read more...
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Once you start you cannot get enough. Its like a tumor that spreads around your body creating a mutant self, then it drags you to a black void that leaves you in lonely despair. But there is hope; there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I can cleanse myself, make everything right. How to do it is the question. And who will help me. My mother rejected me and I never knew my father. I have no friends they all left me. Oh how I regret my fat...
04/29/2008 | 147 Hits | 1 comment | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Dennis was
disappointed not to find the face of the Virgin Mary inside the potato. He
positioned his fingers around its belly like you might a spider, and turned it
upside down so light danced on its face. The sad fact was, however you looked
at it, it was just the same as all the others - white, wet and potatoey. He
would have settled for any member of the Holy Family, to spark a media scrum.
"How many
more 'av we got?"
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04/28/2008 | 266 Hits | 4 comments | (7 votes) | Read more...
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Hi.
I am Okendra. Okendra Dixit; Age: Twenty five years, height: 5’9,
weight: 75 Kgs. I am a mechanical engineer by study and a software
engineer by profession. And to tell you all, I don’t look bad, at least
not to me and my mom, but never had a girlfriend in last twenty five
years of my life ( and that’s my earnest confession!)
But I did fall in love, many times.
First
time i...
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This shift feels as if it’s dragged on for centuries, but finally I’m in the home stretch: there’s a mere forty minutes left until I’m gone, and there isn’t a customer in sight. Kay’s in the back catching up on some beauty sleep, so I’ve been handling the register for a while. I’m bored to tears, though. We only have Cosmo and some ancient issues of People around, and I can only look at glitzy outfi...
04/27/2008 | 84 Hits | 2 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Recipe for a TV serial? You might ask. Yes, for every food preparation there is recipe. TV Serial is also a preparation – a food for eyes, or food for thoughts. Now let us examine what ingredients go into making a popular TV serial.
First of all you need a channel for telecasting it. Then get some gullible advertisers to sponsor your work. Bribe someone in the higher ups to get a prime time for the serial...
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