Friday, 7 June 2019
Don't Feed The Fish by Mark Anthony Raines
The Fish in the aquarium were wandering when it was time to eat as it seems it was a long time ago. The fish were unaware of the sign by the aquarium saying I bold black letters DO NOT FEED THE FISH and even if they were it be to no avail as fish can not read away. The Aquarium was sitting on a slightly dusty shelf in a converted potato shed. The potato shed has part recording part office belonging to as far as the fish were concerned giant long haired and manic beard of a man who feed them ever rarely and it seemed to involve a bright white light from a round object in the sky. One day the fish noticed a new walking upright being known to them as the feeders. This one however opened the lid of the aquarium and placed some bits of flesh food scatter into the cold water. Of course the fish lapped this up with glee.The fish then dropped to the bottom or as the being precieved it floating dead fish and he thought oh shit how am I going to tell the boss but this was the least of his worries as one of the fish began to sprout legs,1;2,3;4 it's body is swelling it's neck is stretching form into a head .At this sight the idiot of the being ran as fast as his little legs would let him so in doing so he missed the next development of the once fish whom now had smashed the aquarium and was the size of a big dog and being hungry eat his once fellow fish friends in act of canbalism then preceded to smash through the once potato shed door and walk clumsy and slowly through the local near village growing bigger at each foot step inside it's mind seeking a source of water as could only survive briefly on land.If you are wandering why this did not cause distress or extreme fear among the villagers the answer was simple thier just thought it was some sort of very realistic puppet being used as a promotional for the being who owns the potato shed come studio and office for his YouTube channel series called Still on the track. The creature manages to find the local woods which contained a small lake in which the creature was glad to see ás it was beginning to run out of air due it's mass. In the Lake the creature swims down to the bottom and settles down to sleep. Every now and again rumours circulated that in the woods of village called Woolsery a creature could be seen and heard it became to be known as the Lake Monster of the lake which pleased the giant of a man who owns the potato shed now his centre for Fortean Zoology .the End
Thursday, 6 June 2019
The Tattered Ruler by Mark Antony Raines
The Tattered Ruler
A Short Story
by Mark Antony Raines
Jack Khan looked at the tattered ruler in his hands and felt afraid.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always loved rural Sydney with its average, arrogant arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Polly Chen. Polly was a daring rover with skinny thighs and ginger arms.
Jack gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a modest, rude, whiskey drinker with solid thighs and spiky arms. His friends saw him as a victorious, vain vicar. Once, he had even saved a grisly baby bird that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a modest person who had once saved a grisly baby bird that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Polly had in store today.
The moon shone like walking badgers, making Jack stable.
As Jack stepped outside and Polly came closer, he could see the fragile glint in her eye.
Polly gazed with the affection of 3145 smelly average aardvarks. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a wifi code."
Jack looked back, even more stable and still fingering the tattered ruler. "Polly, I don't have the money," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two teeny-tiny, tan tortoises sleeping at a very snooty dinner party, which had classical music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles boating to the beat.
Jack studied Polly's skinny thighs and ginger arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Jack in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Polly."
Polly looked barmy, her emotions raw like a strong, stupid sausage.
Jack could actually hear Polly's emotions shatter into 7998 pieces. Then the daring rover hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Jack's nerves tonight.
THE END
He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always loved rural Sydney with its average, arrogant arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Polly Chen. Polly was a daring rover with skinny thighs and ginger arms.
Jack gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a modest, rude, whiskey drinker with solid thighs and spiky arms. His friends saw him as a victorious, vain vicar. Once, he had even saved a grisly baby bird that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a modest person who had once saved a grisly baby bird that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Polly had in store today.
The moon shone like walking badgers, making Jack stable.
As Jack stepped outside and Polly came closer, he could see the fragile glint in her eye.
Polly gazed with the affection of 3145 smelly average aardvarks. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a wifi code."
Jack looked back, even more stable and still fingering the tattered ruler. "Polly, I don't have the money," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two teeny-tiny, tan tortoises sleeping at a very snooty dinner party, which had classical music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles boating to the beat.
Jack studied Polly's skinny thighs and ginger arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Jack in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Polly."
Polly looked barmy, her emotions raw like a strong, stupid sausage.
Jack could actually hear Polly's emotions shatter into 7998 pieces. Then the daring rover hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Jack's nerves tonight.
THE END
The curse of the cursed gun by Mark Antony Raines
The Curse of the Cursed Gun
A Horror Story
by Mark Antony Raines
Whilst investigating the death of a local homemaker, a sympathetic mechanic called Naomi Thunder uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, cursed gun circulating throughout Wales. As soon as anyone uses the gun, he or she has exactly 3 days left to live.
The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look shrunken. A marked person feels like a frosty horse to touch.
Naomi gets hold of the gun, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into her mind: a breezy maggot balancing on a freezing homemaker, an old newspaper headline about a boating accident, a hooded pigeon ranting about elbows and a drinking well located in a damp place.
When Naomi notices her ankles have horse-like properties, she realises that the curse of the cursed gun is true and calls in her mother, a shopkeeper called Sally Giantbulb, to help.
Sally examines the gun and willingly submits herself to the curse. She finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. She finds the breezy maggot balancing on a freezing homemaker particularly chilling. She joins the queue for a supernatural death.
Naomi and Sally pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded pigeon. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?
The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look shrunken. A marked person feels like a frosty horse to touch.
Naomi gets hold of the gun, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into her mind: a breezy maggot balancing on a freezing homemaker, an old newspaper headline about a boating accident, a hooded pigeon ranting about elbows and a drinking well located in a damp place.
When Naomi notices her ankles have horse-like properties, she realises that the curse of the cursed gun is true and calls in her mother, a shopkeeper called Sally Giantbulb, to help.
Sally examines the gun and willingly submits herself to the curse. She finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. She finds the breezy maggot balancing on a freezing homemaker particularly chilling. She joins the queue for a supernatural death.
Naomi and Sally pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded pigeon. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?
Bethany the duck fairy defeats Mr. Trash again by Mark Antony Raines part 1
Today started like any other divine day.
“Isn’t it smashing playing with yo-yos Owen?” yelled Matilda.
“Definitely!” whooped Owen.
“I can’t wait for the Magic Show!” bellowed Matilda.
“Me neither!” said Owen.
“Isn’t it smashing playing with yo-yos Owen?” yelled Matilda.
“Definitely!” whooped Owen.
“I can’t wait for the Magic Show!” bellowed Matilda.
“Me neither!” said Owen.
“People are pretending to be fountains!” whined Matilda.
“Arrgh!” screamed Owen.
“This will for certain mess things up at the Magic Show!” squealed Matilda.
“It will!” shouted Owen.
“This is a most knotty puzzle!” howled Matilda.
“Well I never!” cried Owen.
“Arrgh!” screamed Owen.
“This will for certain mess things up at the Magic Show!” squealed Matilda.
“It will!” shouted Owen.
“This is a most knotty puzzle!” howled Matilda.
“Well I never!” cried Owen.
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