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“Hurry up in there!”
The kitchen porter swears quietly to himself as he unloads the dishwasher and throws in another tray of dirty plates, cups and cutlery. He starts it and breathes, but then turns his head, and his heart drops as he realises just how much left he has to do.Posted By Salem On 08.18.2012 @ 12:22 pm
The car skids to the side of the road wildly. He grasps the wheel firmly in both hands, concentrating on not rearing further off the road and into the countryside.
Eventually it skids to a halt, and he breathes freely once more.
All because of a broken bottle.Posted By Salem On 08.06.2012 @ 11:14 am
“I dare you.”
“Come on, really?!”
“Yuh-huh! Really! Go on, right now!”
She darts out from behind the corner and walks up to the mustached gentleman who is reading a newspaper on a bench. Very well-to-do. Isn’t he missing a top hat and monacle?
The man looks up. “Yes, what is it dear?”
“Your flies are undone.” She darts away, face flushing, stifling giggles.Posted By Salem On 08.06.2012 @ 10:46 am
He looked about the dark room. He didn’t dare turn on the lights, in case even the buzz of electricity alerted someone else in the house to his position. He crept across the room until he reached the old desk in the corner, and reached out towards the third drawer from the bottom.
This was it. This was the diary he’d been looking for. Now, he could uncover the secret.Posted By Salem On 08.04.2012 @ 6:51 am
He looked at the camera. It was an antique, yet still in good condition. He raised his eyebrows and inspected it further. It spoke of another time, so far away and yet in comparison to the rest of Earth’s age, not that long ago at all. He reached out and took it in his hands, startled by its weight.Posted By Salem On 08.02.2012 @ 11:33 am
“My methods are flawless, absolute. Why do you see fault in them? You should look at your own rules,” the dark being stated, exuding shadows from every part of its being. “You have exceptions here and clauses there. I am merciless, but it is absolute, and my methods are fully efficient.”Posted By Salem On 07.31.2012 @ 11:45 am
He knocked on the door.
The principal’s office was immaculate in its neatness. All files were stacked on shelves in alphabetical order, and no signs of mess or untidiness could be found. That is, until the boy walked into the room, scruffy, unshowered, and bloody.Posted By Salem On 07.29.2012 @ 12:36 pm
The young stage attendant rushed about in a panic. Props, props, props!! Where were they?! The show was due to start in twenty minutes, and he couldn’t find them anywhere! Where could they be?
It turned out they were in his car the whole time – the place he least expected it.Posted By Salem On 07.27.2012 @ 11:16 am