Pass the Plot

The funeral of the learned pig was one of the biggest that London has ever seen. He had been an extraordinary porker.

At her age, she didn't see the point of playing hard to get.

I didn't even want to go crab fishing.

The first thing that made her suspicious was the smell.

I was living in a box. A cardboard box.

The other day was almost the same as the day before with only one minor difference. The traffic warden.

Don't you want a bite of my eclair?

When three years old I saw my parents killed in a road accident and decided never again to love anything else that can bleed.

She was puzzled. The man had just disappeared.

The air of night was humid. Lying in bed awake, Aiden couldn't get comfortable, pondering about yesterday.

If only he hadn't winked at the waitress.

It was on that very day on the escalater in H.Nicks, both hands clutching the designer loot, that the button popped.

Why had she placed a knife on the table and looked meaningfully into his eyes?

He was the most pampered bricklayer in the whole of East Kilbride.

"I forbid you to play with that gun. You always shoot the wrong people!", she said.

His standards were real in every sense of the word.

As she watched the Edinburgh Festival herd of tourists devour her town again..

It was not without some trepidation that I found myself opening the back door.

It was a dark and stormy night. And the captain - oh the captain! - he said to the pretty young maid.

Fishing and philandering were two pursuits that complemented each other beautifully.

Sand between their toes, they shook hands, smiled and turned to go.

She drew deeply on her cigar, and passed the port - to her left.

It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him.

The doctor entered the examination room where I waited, looked grimly at his papers, and began to speak.

He stared at the seagull, and the seagull stared back at him.

The sun rose above the hills of our village on that fatefully day&I child as I was, couldn't wait

It was probably that sense of entitlement or perhaps the dash of narcissism that made him do it.

The many Literary Twestival participants were puzzled. Could they Pass the Plot? Or would they just pass?

"What have you done to your eyes?" was the first thing he said, "they used to be blue".

She had cramp. But she couldn't move. Why had she agreed to it? It wasn't for the money. Artists had no money.

"Ah yes", Mary thought to herself, "I knew they'd be the sort to choose a name like that".

Thirty third in line, I awaited my destiny. Giant birds rested outside.

Without consulting his dentist he handed the money for his purchase to the cashier, trembling with greed.

By day, Patsy played Pass the Plot. By night her dreams surpassed the plot.

A burning ball of molten rock sped towards Earth. Jan had the solution, but her mobile's battery was flat.

@HeadPhaze thought he'd lost the plot a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.

once upon a time... NA BAHIA

John held Joe tightly. Hannah needed help, he thought.

Sitting on the edge, he felt the breeze rush up, lifting his damp shirt. He shifted and closed his eyes.

Campbell Sorrey was a liar. A drunk and a liar, but he built a sweet guitar.

Rudolph the red nose reindeer had a very bulbous nose.

@HeadPhaze think I lost the plot a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.

Rudolph the red nose reindeer had a very bulbous nose.

I was walking down the street, when this boy started following me

Me and my Frank are smacking loose teeth right into the sky, like accountants at the driving range.

Call me David. Though, some folks call me Danno or Davy..But that's besides the point. This is how it started...

My little dears who learn to read pray early learn to shun that very silly thing indeed which people call a pun.

The car came from nowhere and she was in the middle of the road scratching an unbearable itch in her nose.

Rudolph the red nose reindeer had a very bulbous nose.