Entries By Paul Day

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platinum

I wanted platinum for so long. I had Silver, but it wasn’t enough, then I applied for Gold, but still I was thirsty for more. When my platinum card arrived I was so excited I jumped in the pool with my clothes on.

Posted By Paul Day On 12.07.2011 @ 4:25 pm

crouch

I crouch down to see if I can hear what they are saying, but the cold stone wall doesn’t allow the sound to reach me very easily. Instead all I hear is a muffled conversation. I can only make out some of the words. One word I do recognise. Adopted.

Posted By Paul Day On 09.20.2011 @ 2:50 pm

celebrate

Let’s celebrate the goodness and the mercy and the love and all great things from our Lord from up above. let’s celebrate the music and the singing and the laughter. Let’s celebrate our love both now and forever after.

Posted By Paul Day On 09.19.2011 @ 2:00 pm

concern

I have no concern whatsoever for the state of this world. I’ve given up on all those red necks, complainers, do-gooders, money hungry street murchants and all others who would seek to make my life a misery. I’ve also given up on love. May she rest in peace.

Posted By Paul Day On 09.18.2011 @ 2:10 pm

shootout

The two of them stood there with their hands to their sides. Neither moved at first. Suddenly there was a loud bang and both of them shook, then checked each one’s private parts. To their right, a young man fell to the ground. Confused, they looked at each other and shrugged.

Posted By Paul Day On 09.17.2011 @ 2:23 pm

pouch

In the pouch was an old diary. He had not seen it before. He hesitated, before reaching into the pocket and carefully pulling it out. He turned the cover and there on the first page was his name, not the name his friends call him, but his full name, the one his mother had given him.

Posted By Paul Day On 09.17.2011 @ 3:14 am

There in his pouch was what he had been looking for the whole time. Now he knew he was in trouble. Now he knew he would have to appologise. He had to swallow his pride and make the slow walk back down the corridor to where his mother was waiting. “Sorry” he said, almost too quietly for her to hear.

Posted By Paul Day On 09.17.2011 @ 3:09 am