So, what's the score here?

We had danced for much of the night on a false premise; I was not her dead husband, I didn't even look like him. We were so enamoured with the lie that I had even taken his name: Ronald Dickenson…

- Oh Ronald… I missed you so much, she whispered softly as we moved to the tune and the beat.

- Err, yeah, I missed you too, honey. The alcohol was wearing off and the guilt was weighing heavily on my mood. Take me home, honey… I needed to get mine while I could still live in the lie.

We left the club and jumped into a taxi. She whispered sweet meaningless nothings into my sobering ear but dawn was coming early for me and with it crushing guilt. This woman was obviously mad and I had played along for the ride I no longer wanted. I took twenty pounds out of my wallet, handed it to the driver and jumped out running into the spreading night and away from her vile shrieks of treachery.

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I sidled into the corner shop; a casual browse with the poignant knowledge that I’m a bit low on milk and need some brown sugar, its eight fifty two and the shop closes in about eight minutes. The woman at the till looks awful, worse than that, horrifying. 

- Store’s closing now, sir, you’ll have to hurry up… You’re horrifying, don’t speak to me. I decided to vocalise this view.

- You’re horrifying, don’t speak to me. She’s staring at me with contempt and I deserve her contempt. I feel for the .45 I normally carry in the inside pocket of my coat and grip, smirking as I go.  


One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots, five shots with each I step a little closer to her watching her face rip to shreds. I watch her jaw bone shatter, her skull break in, the charred skin flop over her neck and I keep on firing. I stare down at the stump her neck has now become, fuck, where did that come from? Oh well, I grab some milk and brown sugar and leave. There’s a guy running away from a taxi, tempting but, no.

His name is Timothy and this is his hraoadfs pt 2.

Loneliness is a feeling I have no comfort with, I don't suppose I'm supposed to. I relate loneliness to my friends with whom sometimes I feel no comfort at all, ill at ease with who I am I only ever seem to project this as detest at who they are. So when I'm alone, with nobody to detest, my mind declares a civil war with desolate self destruction on the menu. 

I am such a bitter hateful soul, I shouldn't have a single friend, I shouldn't have anything.

His name is Timothy and this is his hraoadfs.

God's watching me, he watches me gorge on alcohol until I'm nothing but an inappropriate mess, he watches as I crawl to the toilet to be sick. This kind of desolation is either fueled by my unhealthy mind or stupidity and I consider both to play their part. The mirror is the only honest friend I have, discerning my ever little flaw beneath the glare of my heavy bathroom lights. My eyes? Rung, wrinkled and tired. My hair? Knotted, greasy and flat. These are my bodies outward cries for me to wash and sleep, while inside by stomach turns anxiously, restlessly awaiting time to process all the shit I've pumped into it. I step into the shower, I'm clean. I lie in my bed, I sleep...

When I get up I feel ashamed and inside while I know it's a lie to help my body live with me, I promise I'll never drink again.

Chromakay Dreamcoat.

A boy and a girl lay on a trampoline in cool, suffocating darkness. Facing each their hands clasped together, their warm breathe evaporating into the cool clear night sky. Their eyes were closed and behind their eyes they lay on top of a mountain in a world full of subtle beauty and chaotic vigour. The world shook, rocked and slowly faded away like ink in the rain as the boys eyes opened. He stared into the girls deep brown eyes, welled with tears.
"It's lost…" he whispered softly into her ear.

I saw you with a fish in your mouth and I said, "Hi."

Cauliflower was an angler fishing off some rocks on Easter Island. Cauliflower had a friend called Radish, Radish was a ganet and they often talked about fish.
"So, Radish did you catch any fish today?"
"Just some mackerel...."
"Ouch...I caught a couple of codd, do you want one?"
"Hmmm, yeah, go on."
Radish always thought it was strange that Cauliflower didn't spend any time with the people in the town, so he asked him.
"Why don't you want to spend any time with people....?"
"I'm scared."
"Why?"
"People are so strange, it's not simple at all really... I won't meet a girl, I always smell of fish."
"So stop fishing."
"But you're my best friend."
"Just fish sometimes, we can still talk."
Radish flew off into the clouds. Cauliflower packed away his fish and his rod and started walking back to the town.

Radish got caught up in fishing nets and drowned later that spring. 
Cauliflower met a girl called Olive, and they lived happily in the town.
Each year Cauliflower planted a radish in his back garden, and would lay it on the rocks each spring.

The End.

It was slightly less pointless I feel :)

Excuse me.

Theodore didn't like to do maths, maths sat on his head and bumped it until it was blank, he, he certainly didn't like maths. Theodore didn't like his friends they insulted his tired eyes and bumped his head until he felt sad, no he certainly didn't like his friends. His dad was far away and his mother even more so, though she was so far away Theodore could only dream of her. Theodore had one good friend though, her name was Helen and she was a tiger from Siberia though Theodore was vaguely aware she wasn't real, he didn't like to think about that. Helen was huge and she kept him safe at night, she told him stories of cold nights and fearsome bears and when it was time to sleep she'd lay down beside Theodore and keep him warm, though she wasn't really there, but shh.

One day when Theodore woke up his dad was sitting in his arm chair but he wasn't really there, he'd gone as far away as mum... Theodore sat in the corner of his livingroom, Helen licked up his tears and wrapped her tail around him, though she wasn't really there. Now, nothing was.

I found you sleeping under an apple tree....

I'm perplexed, tired and ever so slightly angry. I'm also uninspired so here, I'm going to try to freestyle a story off the top of my head, just for fun and boredoms sake :)

Adam saw a bear sitting in an apple tree, the bear was black, as black as the deepest oceans. The bear looked down at Adam but disregarded him as if he were a falling leaf. 
 "What are you doing in the tree, bear?"
 "Leaves don't talk..."
 "What?"
 "Nothing..."
The bear stared off into the distance, but at nothing in particular.
 "What are you doing in the tree?"
The bear sighed "I'm hunting."
 "What?"
 "When it's dark, I shall be invisible in all but scent, I am in this tree because it is an apple tree. My scent will be masked just enough, and my prey will come to feed on fallen apples."
 "You're a very clever bear."
 "And you're a very stupid boy"
Adam didn't get a chance to ask why, the black bear lepted from the tree and knocked him out cold.
 "Poor children, Disney has entirely disarmed them."
The black bear left the boy, as only a very stupid bear would kill a boy. 

You might think this story is pointless, but it's not, don't trust bears that talk, that's the lesson and be sure you learn it! *shakes fists*