Behind Closed Doors Ch.1More Like This
It's around nighttime and we focus our attention on the streets of an urban L.A. city where we see someone running so fast as if they're running for their life. As we look closer, it seems to be a boy. He appears to be african american and he is wearing a solid black hoodie with matching pants and shoes. He has black hair that is in a tape haircut along with light green eyes. While he is running he looks back and he sees something that is built like a person with wings flying and its speeding towards him. He sees that and he tries to shake it off so he sees an alley and turns there. While running down the alley, he sees there is a fence in the way.
"Aww crap" says the boy who then jumps on the fence and starts to climb it "I got no time for complaints"
Moments later he is on the top of the fence and he jumps off, but as he does so the figure is charging at him and it rams into him and he flies to a wall and falls to the ground hard. The boy slowly rises up and as he is doi
I Took Granny to a Strip Show!A birthday to be celebratedMore Like This
Was Granny’s ninety third,
So I took her to a strip show,
Which may sound quite absurd!
But the church hall was quite fully booked
Or so that I had heard
A poetry recitation,
By some literary nerd.
Now Granny has a youthful side,
She’s not just cardigans and slippers,
So instead of something ‘churchy’
I booked a show, which had male strippers!
The first act was a skinny guy,
Of muscles he was lacking,
He performed the obligatory thrusts,
Then the audience sent him packing.
The second act was not much better
And left Granny unimpressed
‘His todger is quite small,’ she said
‘And his bum is not the best!’
But then the third act: ‘Massive Mick’
Had a packet that was huge!
Granny’s cheeks were very red,
And not just with her rouge!
‘Get ‘em off,’ she shouted loud,
As Mick went through his number
But then his leather jock strap slipped
And out fell...a cucumber!!
When we got home,
Cat's CradleI used to play ‘Cat’s Cradle’More Like This
At the tender age of ten
But now I think I’ve lost the knack,
Because I’ve not played it since then.
Knobbly fingers are not nimble,
But they do remember touch,
The feel of children’s and lovers’ skin
Perhaps I think too much?
From this bright window,
Where I sit, I look outside,
Reminiscing on my life
From toddler to a bride.
Many years ago I was a nurse,
My hands tended to the sick,
My hands were white and smooth then
And now they're red and thick.
My daughter came to see me,
Can’t remember when at all?
But last time in her pocket,
She took out this small ball.
It was actually a ball of wool,
Round my fingers, wool was tied,
I played Cat’s Cradle with my daughter...
And afterwards I cried.
The Worst Case of Plague I've Ever SeenOf illness and its description, I tend to be quite vagueMore Like This
I’m quite a dunce, but just for once, I knew I had the plague!
Two boils broke out last Saturday, when preparing for a date,
They blackened quickly, I felt sickly, and in a right old state.
I phoned my date – this hunky man – and said I might not make it,
Gave boils a squeeze, fell to my knees, the pain I couldn’t take it!
So, I went on my computer, googling symptom list for ages,
My boils were soggy, mind quite foggy and I was probably contagious.
The information that I found then shocked me to the core,
Pronounced no cure, would not endure, then soon fall to the floor.
I called my trusty Doc at once, urged him to come post haste.
He said ‘Don’t worry, I will hurry, there is no time to waste.’
Well, good old Doc, give him his due, he rushed round to my bed,
Looked at me, quite puzzledly and said ‘You should be dead.
This is quite the worst case of bubonic plague I’ve seen,