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Monkey hopped out of the way,ignoring the suggestion,and cast aggrieved looks at the retreating backs.
MsDaisy appeared not long after,and covering her nose with a scented tissue,she spoke with Monkey.She cursed softly,"Why couldn't you delay them? A simple beating of your person would have held them up at the least."
Crestfallen,Monkeyboy knew then that he would never get to reign,let alone get drawing ideas. -
It was early morning,within the precincts of a plaza,which was littered with disorder,corpses of dead animals, and general filth,when a long-legged lad of short torso walked into the bright light of day.One would instantly notice the damp locks of mouse-brown hair,the unhealthy pallid complexion and long drooping nose which hung over his top lip.
This was the self-proclaimed Lord Garrett.He looked around imperiously. The images of pigs browsing through refuse and big-eyed children burning ants reflected in his pair of milky grey eyes. -
The sun pressed a white-hot thumb upon his smallish head as he waited in the plaza for the ranks of his seemingly zealous followers.A thin stick he tapped rhythmically against his sparse shanks.None took the proper notice of his person he thought and,in a sudden fit of vexation,he lashed out at a passing baby in its pram,waving away the cries of the mother.
Soon however, the mother turned the contents of the baby's commode over Garrett's under-sized head,causing him to beat a hasty retreat.The children,taken much by this spectacle,began to fling their caked ordure in his direction,wheeling and jumping with glee at the shrill unanswered screams of "Alliance to me!". -
Oh goody another installment 👏🏻👏🏻
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Jimmy Crack read carefully the sign,in front of an old house,advertising an answer to everything and was extra pleased to read that today all knowledge was to be free.He entered and was directed to write his question onto a piece of paper by a kindly old man."Y are there so many stupid people on this planet?" He wrote in spidery capitals.This he slipped into a slot and was bade to take a seat.
From a side door came an almost naked man of great size,with massive shoulders and torso and big belly.A knot of hair sprouted from his greasy cod-strap which encased his member but failed to conceal his great big hairy beans set like pendulums between wide hips.A copper-coloured length of hair curled around his head which was the colour of a blight-eaten potato.A wispy beard clung in patches around his wet mouth.The giant scratched his armpits and looked suspiciously at the intruder under red-rimmed long lashed eyes. -
Jimmy decided the venture to be a waste of time and so made to leave but before he could back away,in a flash,he had his face thrust violently against the soothsayer's expansive pock-marked hams and actually felt the great release of gases let loose from deep within before they blasted him,coating him in a warm fetid air and the odd pulsating chunk.
Jimmy uttered a screeching cry and cursed his ignorance in ever weakening croaks.
"Ignorance is sometimes best" was the answer that came to Jimmy's now rotten head. -
So funny! Great story Vish! 👍
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Love this
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U the man Vish
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On a bench nearby sat a dishevelled youth,dressed in filthy grease-spotted silks and tattered knee-length "Aladdin"slippers .A matt of straw coloured hair tied up in a top knot crowned his over-large head.He sported a half-grown beard with a wilted cucumber of a nose taking prominence on his waxen face.His small eyes darted from left to right and his face was one of rage and of ill disposition.His cock was on display and he fumbled with the sad member dispassionately.Nexx halted to appraise the fellow and was met with a lambent piercing cock-eyed glare and the chap pointedly put away his swizzler. He was drunk.
He reeked of booze,farts and stale sweat and Nexx visibly wilted against the nose-twitching cocktail.Dragon was on hand to catch him as he swooned and dragged the ashen-faced Nexx upwind to the next bench.The youth's slurred voice reached them,"I'll have his arse.I'll be walking around with this out," here he signalled his private parts.
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"That's that Boy James," volunteered the helpful Pugshark,"he wants Razor's ass."
The threats ceased to be replaced by wild chatterings as "that Boy James" spotted who appeared to be the object of his hatred enter a nearby bar.
Half running,half loping ,he ran into the bar and leapt onto a table.He wrapped himself around the hapless head of Zag and fumbled and gyrated,winking all the whilst,blissfully ignoring the indignant glares from the table.Big Cat suddenly shot a latex-gloved thumb straight and true up into "that Boy's" bum-hole expediting the disentanglement,and causing James to leap back and glower at him.It was blatantly obvious that he would find no satisfaction here amongst folk such as these,and so,with a half-gurgling bum-hole,he strode from the premises,leaving a slug-like trail of watery juice in his wake. -
Looking out over the city landscape,I sit thinking of the many players past and present.Names and their personalities; many reset or long inactive.A sense of experiencing something drifting and ephemeral.I try to hold on to the instant,absorb it,make it part of myself,so that I might have it with me always;that I might,in effect,freeze time.Arrest the mutability of my memory.
An unreal feeling,like a photo from a happy time seen through clouded glass.I look at my glass of beer as it catches the sunlight,and drain it with a silent curse. -
Fucking brilliant👏🏼👏🏼
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Quality Mate 👍
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👍 You should write a book about this.
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Love my addition to the story👍
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Outstanding as always vish you are truly a master of wit and whim
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There is a district of gamblers,clowns,illusionists,acrobats,clairvoyants and food sellers within the city where the atmosphere is sordid,pungent,fascinating and awash in a tumult of colour and noise.
At the hub of this carnival of sorts are pavilions of rest where come persons who wish to disappear or reset .
They mount a podium in front of a pavilion of choice and there deliver a valedictory declamation,sometimes spontaneous,sometimes rehearsed over a period of tentative time and many times an angry rant from disgruntled citizen.
The audience is usually attentive,cheering,goading,applauding or offering groans of sympathy.Sometimes the sentiments are unpopular and the speech is reward/greeted with catcalls and rotten fruit (which can be bought readily from specialised vendors). -
The flaps of the pavilion open and a conveyor belt sets into motion drawing the person into the pavilion.The postulant and his talk are heard no more as he disappears into a tunnel seen within,sometimes looking back almost hesitant.The friends and foes watch from the outside with angst in contrast to the glowing looks of unfettered pleasure of his enemies.His form becomes indistinct,he transforms and fizzles out and seen no more.
The service is short and painless they say once undertaken with the suffering all in the before.
The character is macerated and flushed into a special drain leaving not a trace but the memory and name in the minds of people. -
A large crowd gathered today with the hope and promise that Onemadsquid would be turned into sludge.Onemansquid was unaware of his surroundings and sought only to search out an audience for his gripes.He spoke at length and many watched his feet rather than his flapping lips as he circled the area,throwing his arms out from the sides,gesticulating wildly.They watched his red-cloth covered feet hover closer to the podiums.Keen to take a flutter,money changed hands as odds were reduced.Some belts were whirring on turbo rather than their usual sedate pace.Some wanted to trip or push but were held back so as to circumvent the charge of cheating.But Onesquid was oblivious to all of this such was his fervour in his prattle.
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"You are all INCREDIBLY IDIOTIC MORONS! You never open your mouth to defile a decorated, honorably discharged veteran like myself again.I was in Sang-bang,all over the place.I was special agent orange.Stood on a landmine which destroyed my converse sneakers.NOW WHAT YOU GOT TO SAY ABOUT THAT,you damn commie gook?"
Wiping away the spray of spittle from her glasses,a person named Jenni responded,"You mad bro?"
OneSquid,his face like a livid purple bruise,held sheafs of crumpled newspaper and skinmag cuttings aloft for all to see."You want more proof?!" Hoots of laughter from the audience drowned out Jenni's reply. -
😂😂😂 Perfect.
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Brilliant!
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Next iteration?👀
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⇛Ͷᴇxx⇚ wrote:
👆👍👍👍Next iteration?👀
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Beyond spread the last of a radiant day,,with the sky now madder-lake flecked with pomegranate and indigo-grey,with only the faintest tinge of amber to mark the passage of the day."Leave him alone," advised the heavily maked-up ancient."He's not all there," she mouthed from ruby-red painted lips while tapping her head significantly."Who?," I asked looking around searchingly,spotting Shush,Creepshow and such ilk."Take your pick," she cackled as she voided onto a tray of freshly picked strawberries.
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Oh please continue oh master of wit and whimsy. ''Tis been far too long since the last chapter of TW city. Many things have changed some have not. Some have gone some have stayed
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The morning was bright but a strong wind blew,slamming doors shut and sending hats and hair askew.A local named Dragon sat waiting for a diligence.One appeared but it was waved on for Dragon's attention was given to the ungainly lope of a lanky,spindly limbed and bulbous headed youth called Mur,who just happened to be approaching a sloe-eyed,red-haired chap taking rest with thin hams pressed atop a fire hydrant.A heavy reek of offal distended the youth's kidney-bean sized nostrils which twitched involuntarily.Ignoring the rich aroma,Mur tried to make small talk,"Sooo how 'bout that weather?"
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Saintly gave a fatalistic shrug and licked the air,displaying undigested chunks of haggis.His tongue coiled back and he swallowed.
"Well?" Mur asked,"how 'bout that weather?" repeating,with the idea that he hadn't been heard.Saintly's face became lachrymose and he started to cough,hacking into a soiled rag.Wiping his mouth,Saintly invested great energy into his reply,"You racist cunthawk;blow it outta your hairy arse" and proceeded to fling the contents of his handkerchief at Mur's open maw.
"Sooo how's the weather now?" quizzed Saintly ambling away without waiting for reply.
"Fetid" mouthed Mur.
Feeling the delay justified,Dragon caught the transport,gratified to have stayed and that somethings hadn't changed. -
* I am sorry for deleting and reposting but found much to edit and clarify for I had been writing on the spur of the moment.
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