Posts tagged ‘story’

April 11, 2017

Mission: Implausible

by sticky

Pic fiddler: Jago

A dark form paused momentarily atop the wooden fence, then dropped silently into the garden. The man lay still for several minutes in the cover of a thick rhododendron bush; listening, eyes piercing the darkness that separated him from the detached house 30 yards in front.

He caught a movement, and held his breath, narrowing his eyes so that they wouldn’t reflect any light. The view changed as a

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April 4, 2017

The Most Beautiful Thing

by duncanr

boy meets girl

boy falls in love with girl

but there are problems . . .

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February 14, 2017

A Love Story

by duncanr

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December 13, 2016

Ratty’s Great Adventure – Revisited

by duncanr

ratty has been rooting in the archives of madhatters and unearthed a literary gem from the past – a thrilling tale of a man, his wife, another man’s dick, a kitchen knife, a south american butterfly, an eldritch, and a whole menagerie of animals

check it out here –

the story is told in the comments to the post, where one person adds a word, a sentence, or a paragraph to what has gone before to take the tale in unexpected directions !

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September 7, 2016

There’s No Pleasing Everyone

by duncanr
June 6, 2013

I Farted on your Grandma . . .

by duncanr

I farted on your grandma because i was dared

That’s my story – and I’m sticking to it

What’s Yours ?


via B&P

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November 26, 2012

A Christmas Story : Who Stole the Fucking Pressies?

by duncanr

The old man lay awake, tossing and turning, unable to sleep for the myriad thoughts tumbling through his head

Not for the first time, he wondered if anyone would notice if he introduced some small change into his current work and conditions. He was really getting too old for this lark. Sure the holiday entitlement was generous – – but trying to do everything in one night was killing him. Would it really matter if he staggered his deliveries somewhat – some folk not getting their pressies till Boxing Day or the day after?

It wasn’t so bad in the old days. He was younger then, for a start, and life was . . .

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June 8, 2012

The Nit and the Dragin

by duncanr
June 6, 2012

For The Love Of Ratweed

by UniSciKill
Holding a piece of parchment in her right hand, Eunice, read the unfamiliar verses neatly scrawled upon it. Near the last lines of the poem, her indifferent mask crumbled into expressions shock and disgust.
Fisting her empty hand she seethed, “Mouth watering boobs… Laytex open-crotch panties… Ride me… Who dares to write this provocative nonsense?!”
Eunice roughly balled the parchment up and aimed for her advisor, Rallesklar. The wad of paper bounced off his forehead and landed on the gleaming marble staircase leading to her throne. With a furious fixed stare, she impatiently awaited his answer.
“Y-Your majesty, I-I believe it is the work of the somewhat notorious and brilliant poet, Ickysbud.”