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A pungent analysis evolving an abstruse theory suggesting a system of public and self-appointed rank based on mob numbers,each more subservient to the entity looming ahead in size.Nonetheless one must beware the pitfalls: the innumerable booby traps set by lascivious giants that lurk in the shadows of every turning and byway (their spoon is not silver but they are accomplished in its use).Godheads,(prize-fighters,firebrands,accomplished arbitrators,conversationalists,debaters,comedians,etcetera ),who add immensely to the game are to be found to occupy all stratum and whose derrières touch nought but the finest of cloth regardless of mob,whereas,by the same token,many a bumptious villein can be seen to walk about with a puffed out chest,wiping snot on their sleeve who sport an imposing mob count.
Billy gave a stare so blank and incurious that the smile froze on his plump pink lips.Suddenly he recalled that he had urgent business elsewhere.Perhaps to touch and royally stain aristocratic cloth himself? -
Cleveland Slim sat glowering at the screen,then grabbed a slice of bread,smeared it with margarine and strawberry jam.His phone was silent and he got up from the table and made for the fridge.His small hands reached for the synthetic cream.He squirted the cream straight into his mouth,filling it to capacity.No sooner had he done so that his device started to vibrate and light up with notifications.Cursing and coughing cream across the room,he ran for the phone and watched helplessly as his influence dropped rapidly.Wiping his mouth and the snot from his nose with his sleeve violently,he took to howling and cursing,crying and railing against the injustices of his life.His outburst was cut short by his mother's questioning shout from upstairs.Choking back his tears,he took to writing on the general forum of his fantasy adventures,casting himself as a daring and much loved bandit,with his midnight snack all but forgotten.
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His story rambled and took root in his head to such an extent that he took to wearing a straw cowboy hat on his small skull."The homework can wait,"he thought as he imagined himself running for the hills,shooting his revolver blindly over his shoulder at his pursuers,heedless of the occasional tear blurring the screen.
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I was soooo waiting to see how Vish would tell this tale. Exceeded expectations as always!
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Much pleased with his story,and not wanting to awaken the wrath of his mother,Slim decided to go out into the back alley to relieve himself.Squatting he peered up at the glowing moon,considering his lot with both glee and dread between bowel movements.All was creepily still with only the odd dog bark or yelp in the distance.A pale blue light loaned a dream quality to the scene,with the distant towers looking more distant and eerie by night.The only apparent movement being from the twin plumes of steam that issued from Slim.
One peculiar shape at the entrance of the alley resembled a brooding statue.Immensely tall,legs set apart,hands behind its back and head turned down as if in deep concentration,the state looked out of place in such a place.With each blink of the eye,the form seemed to have moved closer to the hunkered down and employed form of Slim.The shape moved,taking long furtive steps forward to again freeze into position. -
The victim,giggled aloud as he ripped a loud one,blissfully unaware of the impending danger.Four great strides brought the "statue" to within three foot of its target.Slim seemed to sense something amiss through the fetid air and nervously pulled up his trousers as he stood up.The figure inched forward and its shadow darkened Slim's moony face.His face terror stricken,he winced and leapt for the safety of his house,but his trousers slipped down and the entity sprang explosively onto his back,flinging Slim down into his own discharge.All around could be seen more such beings who broke into laughter as Chucky let Slim run wildly limping back into his home,leaving spoor in his wake.
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And there's been a lot of discharge to muck about in. I absolutely love these Vish! -
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Soo good!! 😂😂😂😂
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Vish - always love reading your posts! U got a way with them words fella 👍
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Cleveland Slim turned the page of his Wild West novelette as he crammed a handful of fruit jellies into his orifice.Licking the sugar from his fingertips noisily caused his father,the local embalmer,to tut in displeasure and sigh in dismay.Putting down the book,Slim became absorbed in the contents of his belly button as his tongue sought out and massaged the delectable bits.Better conversation could be had with the cadaver upon the table thought his father."Why the corpse even has a better complexion",he muttered to himself as he reached for his make-up kit.
"Bring this home to your mother for supper tonight boy", said the father handing Slim a bag of shredded intestines.Sent away,Slim ran home with his awkward gait drawing pointing fingers,guffaws and the odd hurled rock.The "bandit" was oblivious to the lot such was his nervousness to be seen abroad before nightfall. -
Arriving to his house in waning light,he pushed the door but it was locked.Looking over his shoulder,he thought to see a tall still shape standing not far off.He knocked on the door.There was a stealthy sound of steps and crunching of gravel.With greater urgency,he banged and rapped on the door,hopping from one leg to the other.The steps grew audibly more noticeable and Slim soiled his breeches."Mother,where the fuck are you?" The door opened with a creak and protest and Slim was buffeted across the head from the woman within."We shall have to soap your foul mouth again lad and your poor father waiting inside,half starved,for his supper.Get upstairs and give me that shite you've been reading,you mooncalf."
Slim found himself holed up in his bedroom that night,and without supper nor novelette. -
Visɧɓuɱe wrote:
😂😂😂😂 top stuff Vish.Arriving to his house in waning light,he pushed the door but it was locked.Looking over his shoulder,he thought to see a tall still shape standing not far off.He knocked on the door.There was a stealthy sound of steps and crunching of gravel.With greater urgency,he banged and rapped on the door,hopping from one leg to the other.The steps grew audibly more noticeable and Slim soiled his breeches."Mother,where the fuck are you?" The door opened with a creak and protest and Slim was buffeted across the head from the woman within."We shall have to soap your foul mouth again lad and your poor father waiting inside,half starved,for his supper.Get upstairs and give me that shite you've been reading,you mooncalf."
Slim found himself holed up in his bedroom that night,and without supper nor novelette.
Mooncalf! Few lashes with the sally rod too for soiling the britches -
Visɧɓuɱe wrote:
I feel avenged!"Why the corpse even has a better complexion",he muttered to himself as he reached for his make-up kit.
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Ever so eloquent Vish!👏
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With tall buildings everywhere,the streets in the heart of the old part of the city are transformed into deep,narrow canyons into which the sun sometimes penetrates for only an hour or two each day.An echo of running feet splashing in the grey soapy water of open drains sounded in our ears and awakened Big Cat from one of his many naps.A ferret headed individual appeared,calculating and beady eyed.Sweating,he pulled forward his toupee on his brain case that had almost slipped off his head altogether.Cocking his head to the side he listened intently,heedless of the excrement washing around his felt boots.A blare of a horn caused him to jump and he dashed further down the street without a backward glance,toupee sliding back.
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A charabanc came into view next.A party of revellers occupied the seats with the straight-backed Saba holding the reins at the front.The party spoke of vaping,dropped tags,and squatting to pee,amongst other things.
Saba occasionally looked back first in easy condensation and then with something more than casual interest.Legoman happened to spot the stare and immediately disliked the quality of it,"Best be about your business minger gawker or there'll be no gratuities "..."nor sloppy seconds" he added triumphantly,and so Legoman got back to the task in hand of unbuttoning Vertigo's corset.Saba paid little heed to the scolding and steered the charabanc with a light twitch towards the source of the horn blasts. -
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The noise grew louder and the street opened onto a square filled with brawling and shouting.The passengers at once took to protesting which Saba pointedly ignored.From the side staggered a heavy figure,bloody nosed and grinning.He jumped and snatched the most winsome about the neck and dragged him flailing and screaming into the melee,using him as a human shield.The others protested and called for Saba to briskly take them away but Saba could only scratch his head and stare in apparent befuddlement at his map,turning it this way and that,watching attentively sidewise as a heavy figure,with a bludgeon,sneaked up on tippy toes from behind the party.Finally tiring of the expostulations,Saba gleefully kicked out with his infamous foot and bid the now pallid party a very happy welcome to the festive occasion.
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Quench the thirst o master wordsmith, please provide another installment!
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Many a passerby were abroad with sacks full of Brens.Their broad toothsome and toothless grins feigning indifference to the shrivelled purses.Tiny Tim Cratchit wouldn't even get the pus drippings off of Skip Donnelly's arse this year.
A group of musicians had arrived at a bar.They took to a stage and busily began to tune and blow on their instruments.The serving wench brought them tankards of frothy beer.All was apparently ready.Once satisfied,they started a simple tune.
Zraygo swallowed ale from his mug,ran his fingers across a table as if playing an imaginary piano.KT slapped the air erratically with a look of blissful absorption on his face with his "drum spectacular",whereas Maz commenced to strum his privates.Iamcandian slapped his cock out on bass with Nexx clenching and unclenching his butt cheeks to fire a volley of chunks and whistles. -
Feet began to tap and fingers to rap while some folk got up to dance,singly and in pairs.The tune changed and others took to the floor,dancing in tune with the phantom music.
Deadly shifted his shoulders and wagged his head.Quaffing down his stout,he stood poised and impassive,and suddenly set off at a bent kneed running glide which startled his neighbours.He swooped 5 steps forward,executed a spin,and repeated the manoeuvre in reverse.
Others twirled this way and that,making allowance to avoid Deadly who jigged with growing confidence.His face rapt in total absorption,he lashed out with his long legs,jerked and shuffled this way and that,arms rigid by his side.His performance drew much admiration from the crowd -
Faster the beat went and up and down the floor he kicked,kicking out high and low,when one kicked true and struck the luckless "Sigh,feck life" just below the chin,who had been sipping frugally from a pint of dregs.
The slops fell to the floor and Sigh uttered a cry of protest at which Deadly made an easy gesture,both recognising the blame and dismissing it as no big deal and sprang away to continue his caper.
Dissatisfied,Sigh slung insults at the jumping form and watched as Deadly danced a complete circle,leaping with fantastic dexterity,to collide yet again with him.The music grew louder and all present cheered as Deadly practiced a fine and mortal jig over the stricken form,mashing him into a soupy paste.Cursing Sigh for his having broken a sweat,Deadly retired to the bar and was duly invited to a drink on the house. -
Nice work my old friend! Happy new year👍
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this is too cool. :)
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About time for the next chapter, don't cha think?
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Just took the time to read some of this... Very nice lol
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Wow so nice
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Monkeyboy stood up from behind an apple barrel and adjusted his muslin loincloth.He went boldly to Cando and Blames,tilted his meagre head,and stared quizzically into their eyes."I seek", he explained,tapping the side of his great beak of a nose with a long dirty finger.
They both stared uncomprehendingly,and started to go around Monkey or "upwind" as Brock recommended from his fruit stand.Monkey put himself between them and their goal,"I seek to draw thingies."
Disliking the perceived lewdness,Cando grabbed for his walking stick,a thing that could help sway an argument,help change an opinion,expedite quicker service,or evince a forced empathy or belligerence."Go paint yonder fruit seller's banana.Now, Stand aside or we hop on your head".
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