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(In response to @Glens swimming posts) So @Glen says he's gonna swim the Atlantic. Well that's no challenge, there's no danger in it I would think.
So, I was showing this young couple around this flat. To be honest I hadn’t been looking forward to this one all day.
#weeklyopusschallenge BREAKING NEWS. FATHER CHRISTMAS HAS MYSTERIOUSLY VANISHED. Pippa Latipus reports. Yesterday evening, at 11:43, Mrs M. Claus, 839, noticed her husband, Mr S.
The following events I am about to retell I wish for the love of God weren't true, because of them I'm now stuck somewhere outside of Birmingham in a motel with someone who says their me...or at...
The world today is waking up to news that Christopher Kringle, the inventor of Christmas has disappeared.
I was running again. Running from whatever it was behind me and darkness was before me too. I couldn't see much at all. "Simmy." Someone called out.
Rob the white had a very, very bad habit. He was a blood thirsty, meat eating, heart wrenching rabbit.
!!!WARNING!!. If you believe in, fairy tales, Santa, The Tooth Fairy etc... !!!TURN AWAY NOW!!. !!!THAT IS ESSENTIAL!!. Santa, Santa. Hear me please, I want some presents and toast with peas.
Now, gentle fatties, warm yourselves before the fire as I begin once more with tales of Jimmothy's heroic deeds.
Chapter One The Other Side Of Her "Yeah okay I'll see you later then" said Ginger. She was just done talking to her best friend Rebekah. She was acting strange lately and Ginger wondered why.
#beginningline I was stood, frozen, facing the old ornate mirror, and too scared to open my eyes.
Don't worry, I would never lead you astray, can't you see my perfectness, in this confused fray.
About fifteen hundred and five years ago a young gentleman by the name of Ronald Van Aushvistesnsteinbergenstein, the third earl of Balaclava engaged in fisticuffs with a pauper named Jamal.
(@patdolan83) I saw it........it happened Right in front of my eyes But wait........it couldn't of happened My brains telling me a lie.
(@patdolan83) I saw it......it happened Right in front of my eyes But wait......it couldn't of happened My brains telling me a lie.
This is the 3rd stanza in the group poem started by @patdolan with @sjw doing the 2nd.
I was raised by a sheep hoarder in the Swiss alps. Yes, a sheep hoarder. You did read that correctly. My mother was one of my parents and she raised me in the ways of a sheep herder.
When I was but a boy I discovered the secrets of salt. Yes, I was that pioneer.
“Granted I am an inmate of a mental hospital but that doesn’t mean I am mad you know.” People gathered around when Chris spoke; he had a way of attracting attention and keeping it.
I showed utter dissatisfaction, With the hospitals reaction, To my myocardial Infarction, That I had at work today.
I could tell you the earth is flat. And I promise you'd believe me. You wouldn't have a doubt. I'm good at what I do, you see. All people are nice, Love is easy and the sky is green.
FICTION. Hello, my name is Evey. I am fifteen summers old. I am an only child. I am in foster care, living with foster parents. I am Mad. Do you want to know why I am Mad. You can't.
Big up ya self me likkle girly. You gots me pee pee rising up all early. Me woke up singin wid da birdies. She gots me screaming and da neighbours heard me. Me likke girly gwan off to Jamaica.
When I was a young lad we didn't have stairs, nope, none. You kids have it easy. Access to upstairs, access to downstairs whenever you feel like it.