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The wall shuddered and dust fell down upon the head of the king. Revolt! how dare they!? "Send out the guards damn you, shoot on sight!" screamed the king, frothing at the lip.
'Ya mad rocket!' , thats what we would say back at primary school. Certain ways of speaking change when you get older I suppose, I wouldnt call any of mymates a 'rocket' these days, they would probably laugh there ass's off if I did!
I can't wait for summer to come round, the cold bites into my flesh like something live and hateful. Can't afford to put the heating on so it's warmer for me to go camp in the wood and have a big fire . . .stay drunk.
Fiction inspires people to create things in the real world that would otherwise not exist. If not for novels of fiction I believe I would be a less intelligent man today.
Success is measured by your own interpretation of the difference between then and now.
optimism can keep you alive sometimes. have you ever been locked in a cage for days without food or water with only the knowledge that your friend is out there somewhere and is trying to rescue you. Gotta remain optimistic, he's coming for me and when he does he will help me get my revenge on those who did this to me.
"It's a fucking cannon man!" he shouts.
"Cannon?" Sllick replies, "this six shooter here is my most trusted companion, show him some respect muchacho"
He shifts the revolver to his left hand . . .his death dealing hand, and waits for the arrival of the bastard who is going to feel it's full brunt.
Sitting at the typwriter he soon realised that it had been far too long since he had used one of these things. So used to his new fancy laptop he was a little nervous to start using a machine that didnt check his spelling for him.
The stick was sharp now, no longer just a peice of wood but a spear ready to be used to fight that bastard. Let him come and find me, I'll hold up here and wait for him. . .let him come!
I've wrote about the stick already, lets have a new one.
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