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A wouldbe writer always finds it hard to start the first line. The following one liners are one liners you are welcome to use. Click here to read some real stories. Click here to read the poems in Poetry Corner. Click here to read some anecdotal messages. Click here to read contributions to Poetry Corner.
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Jack was pouring a cup of Tetley tea when, all of a sudden, a loud crash
came from outside.
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High in the alpine coutry where the dingoes run wild
is a small log cabin.
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"Oh, I'll never get this right!" said Amanda Jones as she was
trying to arrange the beautiful bunch of daffodils that
had arrived on her doorstep unexpectedly.
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Was it me? Was it the way I dressed? My personality? I left.
With my hands buried deep into my pockets and my head hanging low, I walked slowly down the path, through the gateway, and turned left towards the paper shop on the corner of the street. It was only a quarter to nine by my watch (which I had to buy myself because my parents did not believe in buying presents) and as I reached the shop I found it to be closed. Not wanting to go home so early I decided to go for a bit of a stroll. A moonlight walk, one might say, although there was no moon out tonight.
I headed towards the city park. It was usually deserted at this time of night except for a couple of young lovers necking on the park benches and several homeless cats searching for food scraps. A few minutes later and I was entering the main street side of the park. I don't know why I keep coming here: I hate the dark, the shadows, and the loneliness. I suppose I am just a masochist.
I found an empty park bench facing towards the center of the park. As I sat down, I cleared my throat rather loudly; nervousness does that to you. I consider myself a bit of a loner and at times, to try and get attention, I tell a few outlandish stories. That's probably why no one talks to me at parties. They don't believe me. It's funny, you know, that when you're alone you think up a lot of strange fantasies. Like the time I climbed Mount Everest....
Suddenly, from behind, I was hit. I fell forward onto the ground. I was still conscious but had a terrific headache. I got up from the ground to see who had struck me and there, behind the park bench stood a young man. He looked only eighteen or nineteen but deadly.
He stealthily humped over the seat towards me. From the dark shadows, one by one, his followers did the same. I figured he was the leader of this band of cut-throats. I counted eight all together.
They surrounded me. My only hope was to grab their leader in such a position that his followers would not dare to attack. I did so with not much difficulty because they did not expect me to attack one of them when I was surrounded by eight of them. As soon as I had him in a double-arm-lock position I spoke to his followers in such a way that they would not notice my shaky voice. "If any of you move, I'll break his arm!" I said firmly. I tightened the hold so that the leader would give a cry of pain. I then said "Drop your weapons in front of you, all of them." The leader of this motley crew squealed in agony "DO IT...DO IT! Aaaargh!!". And in front of me I saw an assortment of flick-knives, bike chains, broken bottles, steel pipes, hand guns (even a machine gun), ammunition, and swords. What an arsenal!
In the deepest voice I could muster I told them all to back away slowly. When I felt they had gone far enough, I told them all to lie down on their stomachs facing towards the center of the park and grab their ankles.
Now what!
I remembered a small pond I passed on the way to this park bench. Backing up, captor still in my grip, I paced myself backwards toward the pond. Feeling secure, I pushed my my prisoner into the pond and raced as fast as I could out of the park. Behind me i could hear splashing and yelling, and I figured it wouldn't be too long before they were after me. But with the excitement and all, I felt the adrenalin pulsating through my body and ran so fast that I lost my attackers within seconds.
I returned to the party dying to tell everyone of my heroic incident. In the excitement I tripped on the step near the door and skinned my shin. I limped in and tried to tell some people what had happened. Just when I was getting to the best part someone shouted from the back of the room "What happened? Did you trip on the step coming in?" Everybody laughed. Nobody wanted to listen or believe me. But I know what happened and sat down with a glass of beer smiling and content...
There he stood; hands deep in his trouser pockets and slumping shallowly against an old lamp-lit iron post. The evening was quite chilly as frost had already begun to form on the grass surrounding his feet. The shivering boy quickly slid a hand from his pocket to pull his woollen cap over his numb ears. As he did so he saw his watch and remembered how he came to acquire such a beautiful time-piece.
For the past year or so this skilful young man had picked the pockets of many innocent passers-by. The new watch had come from an old gentleman who had asked for directions. As the boy explained the way, he quickly slipped the watch off the gents wrist and put it in his own. Other items such as wallets and jewelry came the same way. This manner of pick-pocketing was his main source for survival. He would pawn his goods for money to buy food.
The time was nearly six o'clock. It was at this time that the old man from down the street would be returning home in his chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce after a slack day at the office. The young lad was never the begging type but he always held a special performance for this man. He pretended to be half-dead or sick or mentally ill so that he could squeeze a few dollars from his spectator.
Six bells rang out from a nearby churchyard and, as usual, the Rolls Royce came slowly cruising towards the boys' territory. The young scoundrel decided the mentally ill act would be the call for the day. He walked around in a peculiar way then banged his head on the lamp post. Staggering, he clutched at his cap and held it with outstretched arms.
The old man gestured to his driver to stop the car and get out to give the poor boy a few dollars to help him on his way. The chauffeur was now well aware of the "6pn" situation, as it always occured on the same street at the same time. He was rather pleased to be giving away some of his employers' money, especially to someone who earned it.
This was the time of day he could not forget:
Six PM on the street corner....
Outcast Lourde from the planet Appull steals a treet from the plantation owned by the government and escapes in his vessel with his pilot, Suppint. This tree yields fruit that enhances brain cells to such an extent that knowledge is the interpretation, thinking, from thoughts and ideas to real term.
Lourde was turned outcast through his own actions. Formerly a head of state, he used the plantation of knowledge for his own devious needs. Lourde felt it was his right to govern and control all. He stole the fruit when his desires overwhelmed him and gained a higher level of intellect not known by any other. Therefore, Lourde felt he had the distinct right of being the Supreme Ruler. The Council of Liberties felt that individuality still belonged to each self, and not to Lourde. Lourde gained great powers of mind-touch, wisdom, and immortality, from his over-indulgence of the fruit of knowledge.
To be continued....
DREAMS. MY DREAMS ARE SO FANTASTIC AND ADVENTEROUS THAT I JUST DO NOT WANT TO WAKE UP. FLYING THROUGH THE SKY, OVER THE TREE TOPS, THE HOUSE ROOFS, AND SEEING PEOPLE DOWN ON THE STREET, SO SMALL AND VULNERABLE.
I WANT TO BE A WEALTHY PERSON. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO BUY ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING WHEN I WANT AND WHERE I WANT.
I WANT TO LIVE FOREVER. I WANT TO SEE THE PEOPLE IN ONE HUNDRED YEARS AND TELL THEM WHAT IT WAS LIKE WHEN I WAS A CHILD. I WANT TO LIVE RIGHT ONTO THE THIRTIETH CENTURY, AND I WANT TO SEE HOW THINGS HAVE CHANGED AND TO REMEMBER HOW THINGS WERE IN THE TWENTIETH CENTURY.
I WANT TO TRAVEL THROUGH TIME ITSELF. I WANT TO TRAVEL BACK IN TIME, TO AN ERA WHERE PEOPLE TREATED EACH OTHER WITH RESPECT, KINDNESS, UNDERSTANDING...AND WILL I EVER FIND SUCH A TIME? WILL I CONTINUE ON REVERSING THROUGH THE SANDS OF TIME FOREVER TRYING TO FIND A TIME WHERE EVERYONE WAS PERFECT? NO, BECAUSE THESE ARE MY DREAMS AND I CAN STOP IN TIME ANYWHERE AND THAT WILL BE THE TIME I WANT.
Krypto and I are an excellent pair,
The tricks we do are done with flair.
Now I think you've guessed that we are clowns
We've come from many cities and towns.
And now that we are known,
and our starship has grown,
Superman (that's me) and Krypto...are finally goin'.
Your windswept hair a-blowing in the breeze,
And you walk with such ease
That you will be mine
will be mine.
Thoughts that are mellow and sweet
A mind that allows you to breathe
And mine you will be
you will be.
A touch of your lips, so wet and moist,
Caresses so soft and shy
soon you'll be mine
all mine.
A kiss of sweet heaven
and love is forever
You are mine
You are mine.
| How Well Do You Follow Instructions? |
| If you follow all of the directions below carefully, you will change the words CLASSIC HORROR STORIES into the name of a famous author of books that falls into that category. Consider every letter a consonant except a, e, i, o, and u. |
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| The answer is |
| PARKING VIOLATION | |
| STREET ...................................................................................... | |
| REG No. .................................... MAKE ........................................... | |
| TIME .................am/pm | |
| This is not a ticket, but if it were within my power,
you would receive two. Because of your bull-headed,
inconsiderate, feeble attempt at parking you have
taken enough room for a 20-mule team, two elephants,
one goat, and a safari of pygmies from the African
Interior. The reason for giving you this is so that,
in future, you may think of someone other than yourself.
Besides, I do not like domineering, egotistical, or
simple-minded drivers and you fit all these categories.
I sign off wishing you an early transmission failure (on the freeway at about 5.30pm). Also, may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits.
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| With My Compliments | |