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Fiction is great you wankheaded ****s
- Thread starter GIMH
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Gnske
Well-known member
"This is the day" trundler said, "this is the day I finally leave Cricketweb"
As he passed the Flem's cubicle, the man being notably absent, trundler couldn't help but think back on his time at CW as it was so called. He never intended on joining an advertising agency for the now world famous Betway, but that PLUS account years ago had forced the abandonment of the best made plans. Marriage, five kids, healthy living all fell the way of the Reikshalle.
A knock on the door, this was it. It all came down to this.
"Come in" said the voice from the dark office.
Trundler opened the door, sure enough there was HE, the only. Many things were said of him, some said under UV his office was a Jackson Pollock painting of that same colour of almost yellowish white. All variations on a theme of debauchery. This was the manner in which sledger, lover, enterpeneur and boss ruled CW.
The scene that greeted him was all too familiar. There he was, feet on his desk and a cigar perched upon his bottom lip burning an eternal inferno of desire. Sure enough, a woman of olive skin and delicious scent was adjusting her panties while laying her substantial bosom on sledger's lap. Trundler didn't know her that well, she appeared in the office from time to time and apparently had a supervisory position despite her infrequent appearances. This bothered him little, for work was Trundler's own reward, not the flesh of a woman.
"Come in" greeted sledger through a plume of smoke
"See honey, you should always wait for someone to say come in before one actually comes in." retorted the vision of Pandora
"Perhaps if one's door does not look like the road often travelled one will not feel the inclination to come forth." sledger deflected.
The wrong answer. He was greeted with a slap. Then Flem crawled out from under the desk.
"Better to just spit on the door in my opinion"
trundler walked out.
The end
sorry i tried
As he passed the Flem's cubicle, the man being notably absent, trundler couldn't help but think back on his time at CW as it was so called. He never intended on joining an advertising agency for the now world famous Betway, but that PLUS account years ago had forced the abandonment of the best made plans. Marriage, five kids, healthy living all fell the way of the Reikshalle.
A knock on the door, this was it. It all came down to this.
"Come in" said the voice from the dark office.
Trundler opened the door, sure enough there was HE, the only. Many things were said of him, some said under UV his office was a Jackson Pollock painting of that same colour of almost yellowish white. All variations on a theme of debauchery. This was the manner in which sledger, lover, enterpeneur and boss ruled CW.
The scene that greeted him was all too familiar. There he was, feet on his desk and a cigar perched upon his bottom lip burning an eternal inferno of desire. Sure enough, a woman of olive skin and delicious scent was adjusting her panties while laying her substantial bosom on sledger's lap. Trundler didn't know her that well, she appeared in the office from time to time and apparently had a supervisory position despite her infrequent appearances. This bothered him little, for work was Trundler's own reward, not the flesh of a woman.
"Come in" greeted sledger through a plume of smoke
"See honey, you should always wait for someone to say come in before one actually comes in." retorted the vision of Pandora
"Perhaps if one's door does not look like the road often travelled one will not feel the inclination to come forth." sledger deflected.
The wrong answer. He was greeted with a slap. Then Flem crawled out from under the desk.
"Better to just spit on the door in my opinion"
trundler walked out.
The end
sorry i tried
GIMH
Norwood's on Fire
Ah yes that's right. Think Hurricane ran it.
GIMH
Norwood's on Fire
http://www.cricketweb.net/forum/off-topic/57807-cw-short-story-competition-results-thread.html
There was a second too I believe
There was a second too I believe
RossTaylorsBox
Well-known member
This is the worst slash I've ever read and I've read Chernobyl slash.
Gnske
Well-known member
this is the nicest thing you should ever say to me and i thank you for it
RossTaylorsBox
Well-known member
Just read that post in the Manny F voice and it sorta made up for it.
Prince EWS
Global Moderator
Yeah, which is everyone.
Even the people who don't read fiction need this, they just fall into the categories of either:
a) can't read
b) don't have time
c) do something else to achieve this purpose
Matteh
Well-known member
Or there's the people who live in the now and are actually happy.
zorax
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Some would say biking long distances is an escape
zorax
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For you that would barely be 10m