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I promised Gordon I would post on this a long time ago..
And forgot.
We should make a game or something..like make a crazy story made up of people's comments.
Well that's the best I've got - pfft you didn't think i would actually submit any proper writing here did you?
posted by Lolly at
4:34 pm
3 Comments:
Wow - this place isn't as dead as I thought it was! Awesome!!
Hmm, okay, I'll start the story then...
Chapter 1: The Dairy Inferno
The screaming and wailing was simply intolerable; a seemingly pointless routine they would go through every night. Mortimer knew it was just their way of attention-seeking, he’d been told by god knows how many experts – it was just an example of primitive egoism at its purest and most irritating. Still, he thought, surely no one could blame him for wanting to ring their necks every night.
He finally gave in, like every other night, and stumbled in the dark through to the next room where the twins ‘slept’ in their cots. It was always the same, one would set the other off, and before long (usually around 1am) they’d have a little orchestra of howling echoing through the corridor. Alison was the eldest by three hours and Roo (originally Drew, which Mortimer hated the moment she chose it) simply adored his sister and would copy her every move, and fold to her demands. That alone got Mortimer riled up; at even such a young age as theirs, the male was submitting to the female, setting himself up for a life of perpetual inferiority. Like father like son. Mortimer sighed.
Despite his interior hatred for the two little bastards, it generally only took his presence in the room to calm the children down; he wondered how many years it would be before they gained such mutual hatred for him. For now though, he made them happy, inexplicably happy. In all fairness though, Mortimer was a good father, in that he provided and took care of their health and welfare. He just didn’t particularly care.
The twins settled down once more (to wake, invariably, at 5.30am) and so Mortimer crept back to bed. He missed his wife sometimes; they would always have sex after settling the children – it seemed a shame to waste the opportunity. He did love his wife though, really.
He climbed into bed, but noticed that the room, usually pitch black, flickered with orange light. Moving over to the window, he saw in the distance a magnificent blaze. It towered above all the surrounding trees and certainly dwarfed the few other cottages around him. The dairy farm was burning furiously – and so incredibly beautifully. Of course there were vague questions in the back of his mind concerning what might have caused it, or whether anyone was hurt, but presently, all he could process was sheer wonderment and overwhelming awe.
Mortimer was peaceful; and tired. Someone else could call the fire brigade – he was off to bed.
By
Gordon Strachan, at 8 March 2007 at 01:09
Woah..
See and there I was thinking more along the lines of..
Lolly: Hurry, Gordon, we have to stop the bomb from going off! Use your supoer ninja powers!
Gordon: FWAAAAAAA!
:)
By
Lolly, at 8 March 2007 at 22:42
As Gordon launches himself into a high-flying, karate-chopping, kung-fu-flinging Ninja Twister, he realises something awful is about to happen.
Gordon: Shite! I've got crap aim! Instead of launching myself towards our big, feline nemesis 'Apolalypse Meow', I'm headed straight towards that neigbouring Dairy Farm! It's bound to explode on impact..."
Louise: Oh no! think of the children! Several primary schools won't get their daily free carton of milk tomorrow morning! Oh, the horror!
By
Gordon Strachan, at 12 March 2007 at 19:48
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