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Piddle and Whizz ran out into the street... their pace only slowed when the blazing sun dried them into pavement stains.

Burrrilliant! From attention grabbing first line to grin inducing last. Very well written.

I really like this! :D Nice and Lovecraftian without the purple prose. The atmosphere reminds me alot of a short story by Chad Fifer of the HPL Literary Podcast from ages ago, although his one is from the Dragon's perspective. Heres a link, I think you'd enjoy it. http://hppodcraft.com/2010/11/17/th...

Doh! Editing now. Thanks for the heads up!

Good twist! Keep em coming!!!

There had been much excitement amongst the canine community in anticipation of the ‘Pooches Promenade’. They arrived in droves, genteelly unfastening their tails at the door and hanging them on endless rows of hooks around the foyer. There was dancing and merrymaking until the wee small hours when a...

I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather... not screaming hysterically like the passengers in his car.

I really like the ambiguity of this one, it makes you think about the possible relationships between the characters. I took it that the narrator and Joanne were perhaps Terrance's daughters, that the police or social services were hammering on the door, and that it took so long to clean the floorboa...

It was October when they first arrived. Great wings carried them over rooftops and into our city squares. They dragged us from our houses, herded us, corralled us then branded our flesh with metal symbols heated in the roaring pyres where once our churches stood. Few attempted escape, and those that...

Algernon Sydney is Dead wrote:

unreliable narrator wrote:After the funeral I sit and cry.
My little boy appears, asking why I'm upset.
I look away and answer, "Because I miss you."

But as my boy jabs ghostly claws into my kidneys, he snarls, "But you didn't miss me with that cricket bat; did you Daddy?"

Burrilliant!

To celibrate my 100th post I thought I'd share an epitaph that I saw on a gravestone as a kid. It resonated with the teenage-me so much I have never forgotten it, so I've clumsily cobbled it into a Twabble... here goes. An Epitaph Remember as you pass me by As you are now so once was I, As I am now ...

After the funeral I sit and cry.
My little boy appears, asking why I'm upset.
I look away and answer, "Because I miss you."

Samantha wiggled her nose and Darren was decapitated before an astounded studio audience.
Later the show got axed too.

... I land with a jolt. Shake my head clear. Run to the control desk. Must stop timeloop! Too late. Jump into the vortex...

I awoke to a loud gurgling noise from the wardrobe.
Then came the roaring and an icy scream...
Narnia was flooding again.

I too was wondering where it would go and was not disappointed. Excellent job! I really enjoyed this one.

The desperate screams and the rattling of chains were becoming a nightly incident... I'd have to sedate grandma again.

Algernon Sydney is Dead wrote:Yes, I might not be well-adjusted or sane by any measure of the words, but that just means I have more options to work with.

Nice!

pondspider wrote:Finding his feet, he sat on the chair to put them on.
It was then he saw the problem. He'd left his hands in his other jacket.

Great!

Wow! I am both shocked and honoured at the same time! Great narration... not unreliable at all. The music is great too. Thank you tibbi