Charlie and the pound coins:_Pitbully_Chief Scientist VS Master Chef_Torchlight
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Charlie and the pound coins:
Are you coming tonight came the dulcet tones of the local beautician hoping to confirm another victim’s presence to her widely publicised lip inflator party being held later that day. No came the sharp reply whose voice I recognised to be my neighbour albeit heard through the open top window of my double glazed front room window. I’ll speak to you later was her final words as her garage door slammed shut preventing further discussion and putting an impenetrable barrier between herself and the advancing beautician. My neighbour, Hortense who one could affectionately describe as having sixpence ...
Pitbully
The pure breeds dominated the side of the schoolyard the bleachers were on. On the top of the stack of six long benches, a large Pitbull terrier sat with his buddies. Fat Freddy, a Bassett hound, said to the pit, “Hey Conan, get a loada the new pup? He’s so mutt I’m gonna call him Heinz…hiyuck hiyuck!” Frenchie La Pooch, a black French Bulldog, elbowed Fat Freddy in his jiggling girth and said, “That’s such an old one dude! Give it up.” They looked over at Conan because he remained silent, which was so unlike him. Without a word, Conan got up. He was Fat Freddy’s size but all brindle coated ...
Chief Scientist VS Master Chef
It was dark inside the science lab dining hall. All the lights were off. No voice can be heard of spoons or food pouring in plates or chit chatting of scientists while eating dinner. But it was dinner time in the Science lab. In fact its 9:00 pm. Whereas dinner time starts at 8:00 pm. And still no sound is coming out from the science lab dining hall. But why???? Today was supposed to be a big dinner arrangement in the dining hall. The chief scientist of this country, who was the most brilliant scientist ever born in this country, was coming to this science laboratory for an annual dinner. He ...
Torchlight
The darkness hides secrets, but sometimes, it also holds a small measure of comfort. The power goes out on Friday night, plunging the city into total darkness. It’s large shadow, seemingly cast by the footprints of a giant, overwhelming, and only eclipsed by the pale ring of the moon. (Sickly, ill light standing alone against the void; a single person standing tall, defying judgement before wrathful armies. There’s something fascinating about that that holds your attention, makes you breathless.)There’s barely a whisper of warning beforehand. It’s sudden and abrupt. You have come to dislike su...