Made me laugh, fiendishly / weirdly.unreliable narrator wrote:The desperate screams and the rattling of chains were becoming a nightly incident... I'd have to sedate grandma again.

Made me laugh, fiendishly / weirdly.unreliable narrator wrote:The desperate screams and the rattling of chains were becoming a nightly incident... I'd have to sedate grandma again.
Likestrawman wrote:LIAR
If the truth were known, would knowing it make a difference?
What if it were difficult?
I would change it; make it easier.
scary sad and sweet. I'm a fan!Once more, I kiss my baby son goodnight.
Once more, he looks up at me in wonder.
Returning to the grave I pray, "Once more."
You're doing fineRhett Kahn wrote:I don't know how to work forums lol.
Ahh, memories. I had a crush on Samatha. One of my fav U.S. shows in the late 60s.unreliable narrator wrote:Samantha wiggled her nose and Darren was decapitated before an astounded studio audience.
Later the show got axed too.
Brilliant! It's all there. We can feel his/her painunreliable narrator wrote:... I land with a jolt. Shake my head clear. Run to the control desk. Must stop timeloop! Too late. Jump into the vortex...
Very.unreliable narrator wrote: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 you soon will be,
Prepare yourself to follow me.
Cheery aint it!
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?"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."
Burrilliant!Algernon Sydney is Dead wrote: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?"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."