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EscapeTwo people are couching behind a wall on stage. A is holding his head, and looking to see if anyone is coming and B is staring at the back of the auditorium in an unsettling way.Escape by `scaramoushe
A: It hurts.
B: I know
A: No you don't
B: You're right. I just thought-
A: Well don't think. Thinking leads you into this mess.
B: I'm sorry, but we had to get out of there.
A: We… no my friend, I was fine.
B: You was unhappy
A: I'm bi polar, of course I'm un-bloody-happy
B: but-
A: Two words, Free. Food
B: but-
A: shut up, good two personalities
B: you can talk…
A: You'd better have taken your medication
B: He did.
A: oh for god - , if you
ZipZip!Zip by `scaramoushe
I zipped up my coat against the cold wind and battled on down the road. Why anyone would want to be out in this weather I don't know. The rain beat down like daggers on the road. I sped up, feeling the cold rain trickle down my back. I opened the shop door. The bell tinkled a melancholy sound. The sound of the bell startled Detective Jack.
He turned round and greeted me with a sigh. I edged towards the side of the little shop and looked around. Detective Jack pointed to the till. I took out my wallet and gave the shop keeper a note. The shop keeper sighed and pinned the note to the notice board, next to the rest of the IOU notes the po
Can you change the lightbulb?"Honey!"Can you change the lightbulb? by `scaramoushe
"Yes, Mum?"
"Can you change the lightbulb for me please?"
"Agh, I have homework to do!"
"Well, I have ironing to do! Stepladder is under the stairs"
"Where are the lightblubs?"
"Under the Sink, where they always are"
Trudge down the stairs. So much effort. Into the kitchen. Light's too bright. One stepladder and one light bulb. Back up the stairs to the bathroom. Stepladder down.
"Honey!"
"Yes, Mum!"
"Can you open the front door please"
"But I'm changing the lightbulb"
"Yes and I'm ironing your uniform"
Oh. For. God's. Sake. Back down the stairs. To the front door. Open door. Help Dad carry the shopping. Put back down. G
The Darkness of the NightIt's the middle of the nightThe Darkness of the Night by `scaramoushe
And you stumble towards the light,
Completely drunk and yet
The voice in your head makes a bet
That it is nowhere near drunk
Enough to stop the thunk
And thud pounding in your head.
You make it to the light and now it is time for bed.
You sleep and you dream
But you seem
to be being invaded by a noise
so you wake and step over the toys
that litter the floor,
which your niece left by your door.
You carefully undergo
An operation to avoid the lego
Which is scattered about the room
And you know your feet are doomed
And you feel the pain as the brick
Enters your feet and so you pick
It out and hop
dA village entryShe walked around the empty town of the unknown, portfolio case tightly tucked under her left arm. She pulled her thin, multicoloured coat around her, partly because of the cold, and partly because she was frightened. Down town dA is a scary place to be. A tile fell off the building below and a scurry of small children ran over to it with deposable cameras. Blinding flashes lit the dark ally way which she walked down. She lifted her grey eyes up to the black, imposing clouds above and let the watercolour rain splash on her face.dA village entry by `scaramoushe
"Are you alright darlin'? Wanna see my profile?" screeched a high pitched voice. She turned around and came face t
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