More on a similar theme…I particularly like the use of the word ‘Wild’
Once a man of esteemed reputation
Quite addicted to wild masturbation
The real thing he would shirk
Instead content to jerk
And enjoy solo gratification
I promise. You know I wouldn’t lie to you.
Once A brave young knight of Camelot
Yearned for pork chops and ham piping hot
Sadly times were austere
So each night with his beer
He had trotters and snout in his pot
We’ve all seen them on those tv shows…
An incestuous chap, fan of twister
Darkest urge as he played with his sister
Remarked “oh my dear Wendy
You’re so supple and bendy”
Late that night on his palm quite the blister
He leaves, free at last
this time he will find true love
dies sad and alone
He leaves, free at last
this time he will find true love
dies sad and alone
Clarella folder her arms and turned to look out of the window of the ship. There was nothing in particular to look at, a few stars blinked and twinkled in the inky blackness of space, but that aside it was simply preferable to looking at his face.
These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only (apart from this one). They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Catastrophic Calamities’.
Clarella folder her arms and turned to look out of the window of the ship. There was nothing in particular to look at, a few stars blinked and twinkled in the inky blackness of space, but that aside it was simply preferable to looking at his face.
“You must have pressed it” Gard insisted. “I certainly didn’t, I would never do something like that by mistake.”
Clarella’s jaw tightened and she remained defiantly quiet.
“It’s okay” Gard continued placing a hand on her shoulder. “It’s done now, it can’t be helped.”
She shrugged and brushed his hand away continuing to stare blankly out into the darkness. The silence was making Gard wholly uncomfortable.
“Look…just…” He started but then stopped as Clarella turned towards him. Her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared.
“Do you really think I pressed it?” she asked, her head tilting menacingly to one side. Gard couldn’t decide if she was going to gouge his eyes out or savage his throat.
“It..I just…” his voice trailed away as she turned again to look out of the window.
“you know what this is like don’t you?” she asked.
Gard mumbled a response that she really was not interested in hearing.
“This is just like that time at your mothers.”
Gard’s already cool reptilian blood ran colder still. “Babe please.” He pleaded but she was not one for listening once it got to this point.
“You know quite well that I was not at fault then but you chose to side with her.”
“Clar please” he said leaning in to try and let her see how very sorry he was.
The ship shuddered, tilted to starboard and then righted itself again as a large piece of planet collided with her hull.
“No Gard” she replied. Her scales flushed and shimmered a light blue indicating her heightened emotional state. “It’s always the same with you isn’t it. You never believe me one. If it was your mother I am sure you’d believe her.”
Gard checked the console. Damage was minimal, the bulk of the impact absorbed by the vessels shields.
“Babe” he replied desperately, his attention again focussed on Clarella. “I’m sorry okay, it must have been me. I must have done it. Let’s just get back en route, they’re waiting for us.”
“What? You really think I’m going there with you after how you’ve treatd me?” She shouted flashing him a vicious look. “Just take me home I am going nowhere with you.”
Gard winced. He knew she was not for changing her mind.
He brought up the control holo panel and reaching up punched in the coordinates for home.
“Clar, are you sure we…” he started but she cut him short.
“Just take me home” she said, her voice now quiet yet still quite menacing. “You can tell them I have a really bad headache, which incidentally I now do so thank you for that also.”
Gard fired up the light drives and confirmed the coordinates, the Aspartila turning slowly on her axis as the navcomp plotted the best route home.
“Course confirmed” the ship’s navcomp said as she began to move slowly through the belt of debris that surrounded her. “Once we have cleared the remains of the planet the estimated journey time at warp 3 will be in the region of 3 quintells.”
Clarella pulled on her safety harness and refolded her arms.
Straightening his seat Gard pulled on his own harness saying nothing. He was still pretty sure she had hit the button and accidentally discharged the ship’s ion cannon and vaporised the planet but it really wasn’t worth getting into an even bigger fight over.
It’s wasn’t as if Earth mattered really.
Him. Not me. Okay maybe a bit me but mostly him.
A commuter perverted young Justin
in packed carriages often found thrusting
against strangers unknown
he would shudder and moan
and head home quite aroused his loins busting
It’s a thing by the way…look. Okay that ones about something else but look up frotteurism!
Entering my office the first thing I noticed was her legs were as long as the days were hot.
These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Jet Lagged and Jilted’. I am going to try tell a short tale in 6 one hundred and one word pieces. To be honest this was rather rushed and it might end at 1 of 6. Just trying something different.
Entering my office the first thing I noticed was her legs were as long as the days were hot. Or was it that she was as hot as the days were long? Either way I knew she was going to be trouble.
I watched as she lit a cigarette and used my favourite cup as an ashtray. She smiled in a way that told me that this was going to be cost me no matter what I charged her, and as smoke curled from her dark red lips she spoke, her voice like syrup.
“I need you to find my husband”
Shockingly poor but hey ho, it’s something.
A fine gent who went off of the rails
whose dark deeds insignificant pail
when compared to his wife
cos she’s living the life
having threesomes with clowns in North Wales
I’m just kidding. Honest.
There’s a saying that runs in our family, coming from fishing stock as I do, and it goes something along the lines of “Worse things happen at sea.” It’s pretty patronising and somewhat dismissive and gets trotted out most often when you bemoan a situation that the other person couldn’t give a monkey’s chuff about.
“Mom I’ve banged my knee…”
“Oh it’s just a scratch, worse things happen at sea son.”
with me?
Thing is there comes a point though when through indifference and old age I am finding it becoming my standard response to even more serious situations and it has me thinking that perhaps things really were quite terrible at sea and granddad was a quiet man not because of all the time he spent out on the water but because of all the awful things that must have befallen him.
Should my kids want sympathy then you know, I want to see a leg dangling limp with bone sticking through the skin because I am pretty sure something worse happened to granddad Tom at sea and it probably involved biting down hard on something and crying for his dead mother.
Should they be feeling a little blue then I find myself resisting a fatherly hug but instead insisting that it is considerably more taxing out on the waves and that they should pull themselves together, pack their bags and stop crying over being put up for adoption because it is just a waste of good tears and they should keep them for the orphanage because they’re going to need them.
I know it may seem harsh but I tell you, they just don’t make them like those salty sea dogs do they.
Okay maybe not…
A young prudish chap found it perverted
when his bride screamed, eyes closed and then squirted
he thought she was possessed
when he witnessed the mess
as she thrashed about still quite night shirted
Inspired by electric six which just happened to be on my playlist.
Happily married
or so he always insists
at the blue oyster
You know you want it.
Handsome jeweller quite fond of the girls
Lovely hair, rather thick full of curls
He would tempt and seduce
Be they proper or loose
Give them necklaces, often of pearls
Why not eh…
A rugby fan Jennifer smalls
For big men in tight shorts climbed the walls
And she couldn’t resist
The intense violent hits
And the wonderfully misshapen balls
Jillfax shuddered as Vor caressed his brunther with her blood red claws, his trill turning a vibrant shade of purple and his moistening mandalor quivering with delight.
This is in response to M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Spasmodic Juice’
Jillfax shuddered as Vor caressed his brunther with her blood red claws, his trill turning a vibrant shade of purple and his moistening mandalor quivering with delight.
Running her rough tongue the length of his thrombus, she placed a talon inside the entrance to his bare gaping bartex. He gasped as she moved her claw in a clockwise direction, her full green lips revealing two rows of sharp white teeth in her warm wet mouth before pulling it out and licking the oozing fripple from it hungrily.
“Oh sweet snarx” Jillfax groaned as she wrapped her claws tight around his throat and pushed her body against him, her scales bristling with desire. “Don’t stop…”
Her face mere millimetres from his she hissed in pleasure as her grampus began to swell and both of her zizz throbbed alternating greens and yellows.
“Do it” she urged him, “you know you want to.”
Jillfax rose to his full height, his thrombus now fully wet and glistening in the low light of the lair. He took it in his hand, running it between his claws. Vor looked up at him in desperation, her flictus now dripping and her scales in a full purple flush.
“Do it now” she begged rubbing her grampus frantically against her splosh as a sweet syrup leaked from her zizz and ran down her stomach, pooling in the creases of her charnock.
Jillfax took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet, spinning her around and forcing her to bend before him. Vor looked back at him, her eye wide and her body shaking with pleasure.
“Do me like one of your earth girls” she begged.
Salty goodness
A young Muslim was really quite shaken
When he realised he rather loved bacon
He tried to be devout
But he rather loved snout
Judgement day he is sure to be shakin’
“I’m sorry” he repeated, “I…” He paused. How could he explain that he had no idea who she was or why he had wanted to strangle her moments before.
These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Orbital Orangutans’. I am going to try tell a short tale in 6 one hundred and one word pieces and publish them all today.
Orbital Orangutans
Henderson felt instantly clear headed as he followed her outside to the balcony.
“I’m sorry” he repeated, “I…” He paused. How could he explain that he had no idea who she was or why he had wanted to strangle her moments before.
She didn’t respond. He placed a hand on her arm. “ I said …”
Wide eyed she spun around, and before he could finish she grabbed him and dragged him over the rail and into the blackness of night.
Cal watched their vitals peak then flatlined, ‘Nanites Offline’ flashing across his screen.
“Mission accomplished” he said smiling to himself.
Henderson’s mind was foggy, he was already losing control again and his head was pounding.
These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Space Jam on Toast’. I am going to try tell a short tale in 6 one hundred and one word pieces and publish them all today. The prompt reminded me of a joke I once heard but I can’t tell it because it would give things away…
“What’s wrong?” she asked sitting up on the bed breathing heavily.
Henderson’s mind was foggy, he was already losing control again and his head was pounding.
“I…don’t…” he stammered placing his head in his hands and repeating “this isn’t me”.
She leaned across and lowered her head until it was an inch from his.
“It’s okay” she said placing her hand on his cheek.
“It’s not…” he began before again losing control.
“I understand” she said kissing him gently. She then climbed from the bed pulling on her gown just as a large “Nanite Transfer Complete” confirmation flashed across Cal’s screen.
“Oh god yes” she groaned, eyes closed in pleasure and her body pressed against him.
These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘A measure of improbability’. I am going to try tell a short tale in 6 one hundred and one word pieces and publish them all today.
Cal’s screen flashed amber as Gill fought the impulses sent to his cortex.
“Well you are a good boy” he said to himself as he instructed Gill to tighten his grip around her throat.
“Oh god yes” she groaned, eyes closed in pleasure and her body pressed against him.
The screen flashed again, this time red and with it Gill’s grip relaxing as he fought the almost irresistible urge to strangle her.
“Fuck no” he said pushing her off breathing heavily and his eyes wild with fear. “This isn’t me.”
Cal typed frantically, code streaming across the screen and hit ‘/Send’.
Cal whispered words that were like warm chocolate as they spilled from Gill’s mouth, and she had a sweet tooth.
These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Platinum Plutonium’. I am going to try tell a short tale in 6 one hundred and one word pieces and publish them all today.
Cal whispered words that were like warm chocolate as they spilled from Gill’s mouth, and she had a sweet tooth. The nanites coursing through Henderson’s body made him a puppet and though he fought every instruction he was powerless to resist as they left the Platinum Plutonium and caught a sky cab to hers.
He watched her undress, soft curves silhouetted against the moonlight streaming through the 200th floor windows and his body instinctively responding to her touch.
He thought of his wife at home as she closed her eyes and kissed him, her lips soft and warm, unable to resist.
Henderson watched her closely from the shadows as she sat alone at the bar.
These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Galactic Garble Blasters’. I am going to try tell a short tale in 6 one hundred and one word pieces and publish them all today.
Henderson watched her closely from the shadows as she sat alone at the bar. Somewhere in the depths of his mind he knew he needed to be somewhere else but still he found himself walking across to her.
He watched himself in the mirrors behind them, everything surreal and seemingly detached yet he knew it was no dream. She smiled at him and placed her hand on his arm as words spilled from his mouth that weren’t his.
Laughing she stood and whispered in his ear, a passenger in his own body and the smell of her perfume filling his senses.
All the top politicians love to shape young minds. They’re such good types.
Politician in Lords, landed Gentry
loved to instruct young boys by the plenty
every night as a rule
he’d head down to the school
and insist “open up, give me entry!”
A revisiting of sorts
In response to Sue’s photo prompt.
“Hey Boss, have you seen what Mary’s been writing?”
“That footprints in the sand woman?”
“Yeah her”. Jonah scratched his head and laughed. “Did you have anything to do with it? I know what you’re like, whispering in their ears like you care”
“Look, I never asked to get stuck on this planet ok, I never asked to be immortal and I certainly never asked to be anyone’s lord and saviour. He continued, quite vexed, “2500 years I’ve been here. I get bored. Not once have those upstairs even bothered to so much as pop in and say ‘Good Job’ or read one of my reports, I’m sorry”
“What did you do?”
“Ok so I popped into her dream and I gave it all that ‘I was carrying you ‘ business. I also gave her cancer.”
“Boss, you’re such a dick.”
After that first winter we thought the worse of it might be over, and with some of the other farmers in the area we started to try and rebuild some semblance of society again.
These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Hyroglyphic hineys’. I am going to try tell a short tale in 3 one hundred and one word pieces. Why? Why not.
After that first winter we thought the worse of it might be over, and with some of the other farmers in the area we started to try and rebuild some semblance of society again.
Stories of how bad things were in the cities filtered through from time to time but for us, until they arrived at least, things did start to get better. Their pyramid ships brought supplies and power and a promise of peace, but we quickly realised that their offer would come at a massive cost to us all, and that they had been behind everything from the outset.
That is kind of that really. I hadn’t done much in the first person before and was just a wee experiment. I might try it again.
The first thing I remember afterwards were the stars. It was like seeing them for the first time and despite the chaos around me each night I would head to the block roof top to watch them.
These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Filaments of Frustration’. I am going to try tell a short tale in 3 one hundred and one word pieces. Why? Why not.
The first thing I remember afterwards were the stars. It was like seeing them for the first time and despite the chaos around me each night I would head to the block roof top to watch them.
Down below fires illuminated the darkness, gun shots and screams echoing through the night but up here the stars burned bright.
At the time I had no idea if we’d make it through winter, and many times I wanted to give up but somehow there was something in the stars that spoke to me, bringing hope that things would be okay.
I was wrong.
The first we knew was when the lights went out. We thought it was just a power cut but it wasn’t.
These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. They are, this month at least, just 101 words only. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene. I also decided to combine this with M’s prompts. Today it was ‘Filaments of Frustration’. I am going to try tell a short tale in 3 one hundred and one word pieces. Why? Why not.
The first we knew was when the lights went out. We thought it was just a power cut but it wasn’t. They never came back on, but it wasn’t just the lights, everything stopped.
In the blink of an eye we were thrown back in time nearly two hundred years, and people being people things got bad real fast. Cities had it worse, people turned on each other and millions starved that first winter.
Dad said we were the lucky ones, that living on the farms we were better prepared, but even out here things were pretty bad that first winter.
Afterwards 