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[Center]A Welcoming Crowd. She'd insisted he come so he decided to take the whole afternoon off work. They'd been going out for over six months and he was vaguely interested in understanding her better although he thought he had a pretty good idea of what kind of girl she was. This 'other' side to her he knew she was a little secretive about, she seemed shy of it. It had been circumspect of her not to talk about religion with him, she'd known that it wouldn't have help...

Today a friend gave me a cold shoulder And I was left baffled and in wonder What the hell is the matter? Which made things rather bitter? I asked you what's wrong? You say none but kept silent all day long I mean what the fuck? As good friends, shouldn't we be talking this out? Ah hell, should I put away my pride? Or should I let you see things from my side? Shit.

The couch is quiet these days And my alcoholic cousin wants to install a pole On the other side of the coffee table. I said to him, "I'm sorry Tim, this place is for discussions not a gentleman's porn fantasy." He said to me, About his girlfriend Bree, "But she'll bring a proper crowd dancing on that pole and we could sell drinks too." "No Tim. Get a grip. You're really a triple shot mind trip" And on that note, swinging and swigging his b...

[center]The Book Sellers. It was a long street right bang in the city centre. Meandering toward the red light district as it did it attracted only the business of greasy cafés, humdrum pubs, hostels, small novelty stores and noticeably - to a pedestrian new to the city who may have strayed into the zone - second-hand bookshops. They congregated close like a species apart scared of losing grip, perhaps succumbing to higher rates and rents should the lap dancers leave and be replaced by more r...

The garroting was slow but the skewing was not. To top it all off was the quick chopping of the top off. The body fell down the old steps, head rolling apart and singing, or sounding, as it tumbled. Loyal Groyel Moompy St. Berntard, well ruffled and wrapped in a brilliant crimson ritual coat, threw his gavel into the crowd where it hit a big gong and sparked the attention of the crowd. Claps and yells issued in a motley unison.As the severed head made its way to the bottom of the steps the ...

[center]Trooper. I knew, somehow, that I didn't have a long shelf life. In my line of work you have to be prepared for the worst, that at any moment you could be no more. Yet I did believe I'd entered a retirement of sorts and all the signs were that I now had a loving home with people who cared for me. If only I hadn't given in to curiosity when I saw that gap under the fence and realised a bit of digging would get me out. Curiosity isn't supposed to be the defining character...

Two Extremes In 'Two Extremes' we bring people together from - yes you guessed it - completely different backgrounds, to see how they manage living with each other for, not a day, not two days, but one whole week! To add to the drama they'll also be hoping to meet somebody who might just become that 'somebody special'. We aim to prove the theory that opposites attract by taking a man and a woman who, if they looked at the details of the other's life on paper, would pr...

[center]Back. The hotel room had been expensive; he'd exchanged a good portion of his traveller's cheques now and had plenty of money but since leaving the plane had felt uneasy. The cash seemed like all that stood between him and destitution. The room was tiny but cosy; he watched the television news for the first time in eight years without the weariness that would have once been usual. Without thinking about it he'd plugged back into a contingency - weather reports, murders, fa...

[center]In The Gentleman's Arms. 'The Gentleman's Arms' this one is called. Third in five years, I get bored I suppose. It's 'ard work running a pub, you should try it. It may look like we - landlords that is - are just standing around most of the time - pulling the occasional pint, nattering to the locals, gazing at the telly, but it's as 'ard if not 'arder than your average job. You're on show like, that's 'ard enough. It's stressful '...

There was a man in a big village his name was 'God.' He was all lonely. He had nothing to do, no need to eat, drink, sleep; he had no ego, no attachments, no knowledge, no psyche, no properties, no form and no nothing and no Dharma; yes, this makes my usage 'man' a bit questionable. So be it; the man met a woman and love was born and they procreated by divine inspiration and now divine is a questionable word; then reproductive organs were born; then their children were born. ...

[center]Jack and Jill. Jack and Jill, if they'd been asked - but of course they never were - would probably have said they were in love. Nearly two years of marriage had passed and they still felt quite excited about being with each other. Jill was only working part-time and would get back to their cosy semi and feel how secure they were now with their new mortgage and a house full of solid furniture and dependable gadgets. When she got home before her husband she would plunge into the co...

[center]Latest Gad-get. It did everything. Seemingly unlimited memory - all her existing music and photos could probably be stored a thousand times over. It was so small and yet contained so much power. Last night they'd watched a movie - her and a few mates from work - the Gad-get had projected it onto the wall and pumped surround sound to her speaker system. Now she was surfing at furious speed, checking all her favourite sites, her blog and Facebook page. She watched a clip of a celebr...

SOMEONE CAME KNOCKING ? Someone came knocking on my wee small door , someone came knocking im sure sure sure , i listened i opened i looked to left and right , but naught there was a stirring in the still dark night , only the busy beetles tap tapping on the wall,, only from the forest the screech owls call , so i know not who came knocking at all, at all, at all . .............................................................

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Divine Lotus On top of divine lotus; Bramha woke up with his four heads and thought: "I forgot when I woke up from the great sleep; I am clueless about ananda--it seems, as if I have every act of mine in this singularity; all possibilities in this trinity of past, present and future; I so engrossed myself with Bramha-tattva that I attained stay in God's Goloka, which is, pure bliss--the unity--the ananda; but now I am again Bramha; from Bramha to Bramha I had this full cycle but if ...

My truth is merely this: I know nothing Less than nothing In a constant state of inquiry I do not have a better theory I have no answers to my queries How dreary! Even eerie! That I am left with existence merely Is it this thing called fate? Or in realizing the truth am I too late? The truth cannot be understood Or can it? I sometimes wish I could I am nothing Less than nothing When compared to all these others Who believe in their sisters and brothers Their fathers and their...

A Bad Dream. Newbent's particulars: forty three year old father of two, divorced, living alone, estranged from his brother and divorced parents, a self employed builder by trade. This parade of facts echoed in his cool cool mind before sinking into sleep. Soon - when he was gone - they would play in the media like his last cries to the world. People would look at the facts and see him; they would stare at the photograph, into the eyes, trying to picture thought processes, even a soul. Wha...

One Way To Survive In This Philosophy Forum Take a deep breath. Pop a few Advil while you’re at it. There’s no telling when that philosophical headache will come on. Boot up your computer and try to be patient with the logging in process for once. Release the breath you’ve been holding from anxiety. Remember that they are just normal people too and they aren’t going to eat you alive. Temporarily forget that normality is an illusion. Also, forget that the ARE people who WOULD eat...

I've asked my parents countless times Why they can't work together And they respond "Why bother? It's over it won't get better" My teachers I have begged and pleaded To let me do as I druther Still they remark "Why bother? Your thoughts upset us and others" Religions are corrupting All the ones we love But they all ask "Why bother? We'll just pray from above" Our governments are blind and deaf But no matter what I say The whole worl...

It was on a Friday afternoon that he arrived in the city. An overcast sky over Berlin seemed to be announcing his arrival and the things to come. Walking out of the house, I stopped for a second and thought about going back in and locking myself inside for as long as it would take, before he stopped looking for me. I just wanted to get under my covers, spend the whole day in bed and never have to face him. A few steps away my fear turned into an eager wish to see him and embrace him... A few mo...

You haunt me, in every street, at every shop, in washrooms, in galleries, virtually in every nook and corner. You harass me in every single thought, in every nightmare and in every letter. Give me some space. I am starving because of lack of space. I am in dire need of space. You have filled every single inch of playground of my psyche with your noises. You have seized every single opportunity of breathing deeply from me. You don't let me breathe, you don't let me weep, you don't le...

[center]Television Personality. When he looked back to his childhood he realised that it had been television that had brought him up, at the end of the day. Arriving back from school he remembered a weariness, a lack of any kind of motivation to do anything except lie on the sofa and drift into children's programming - two hours or so, an island in the schedule, a zone of intelligibility before the grey substance of the evening news. It seemed a long time then; one basked on the island co...

I propose a thread for writings written with nothing else to do. Out of boredom. Or (insert topic title) Once to stay, twice the smell of mice, of kids, of rows of skid marks. Loused heads, dinosaur roars, laughing howls of joy, extacy, an almost unsolvable mystery. The Big True Azure Alure. Not a smile walks by without a day; even if it might, or even if it may even seem, like bad, even dreams; Brains and sub-concious make your arch enemies, Nemesi's Teams. And th...