SARDINES IN A TIN_On the Drift_leaving the room_Catchphrase of a Killer
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SARDINES IN A TIN
My first thought was – this is fun. My second, third and immediate thoughts thereafter were also ones of amusement. None ofwww.onedoor.cc us were drunk – just merry, and we were laughing and exuberant the way people are, having spent a couple of hours in the pub.My boyfriend had been playing football in the Sunday league and I was his faithful fair weather supporter. Each week if the sun was shining, all the girlfriends could be found pacing up and down the side lines shouting words of encouragement – chatting amongst themselves if the play was boring – which to a gaggle of girls who didn’t understand the r...
On the Drift
Trapped in the darkness of the cockpit, I look around the blank screens on my console and feel a sense of dread begin to well up in my chest. It has been some time since the overhead lighting had cut off throughout the ship. The only remaining source of illumination is the piercing red streaks of the emergency lights that sporadically dot the metal grating of the floor. To be honest, it only seems to give everything a hellish red tint, rather than providing any sort of practical light source to work by. I imagine that will impede the Recovery Team’s efforts to get my vessel operational again s...
leaving the room
I recall my first term teaching at the Fitzhammond School with a mixture of anguish and self-assured satisfaction. The inner city school had a variety of kids from backgrounds ranging from good to bad or indifferent. Most of them looked permanently downcast. For the boys there, school had no wow factor: it was no fun. They solved this problem by temporarily creating mayhem in the classroom… my classroom usually.I seemed powerless to command any kind of respectful behaviour.Several teachers in the staff room had forewarned me that class 5C in particular would lead most teachers to the brink of ...
Catchphrase of a Killer
I’m staring down the scope of my rifle, a wooden target is positioned just over a kilometre away. I inhale deeply and steady myself, my finger pressed lightly on the trigger. Ready.“arrivederci… which is goodbye in another language. Italian, I think. And now you’re, erm, goodbye!” I say before firing my shot and watching the bullet sink into the bullseye of the target. I turn to my mentor, Rico, expectantly. He is shaking his head in disappointment.“I’m not fooling around with you, Hugo. If you can’t master the art of the catchphrase before the kill then they won’t keep you on the course.” He ...