Plots authored by @alastaircook:
- Reeling, she stepped back, the stench enveloping and suffocating. He was back.
- Am I living in a box? Am I living in a cardboard box? If I am, it's your box
- The newspaper lay open, a piece missing under the headline ''Have you seen this man?"
- Sand between their toes, they shook hands, smiled and turned to go.
- She knelt, breath held in, tears held back, stroked his fur and nuzzled his greying jaw
- He stopped, caught her eye then looked in the shop window, lifting his hand to the glass.
- I cannot remember this though.I look at the photograph and am unsettled by how unlike me they looked.
- So, the least she could expect was a King.
- Jonathan Livingston, I presume?
- I held my breath, opened my eyes against the salt. The swell became still; she was beautiful.
- I am not a numberbox! I am a freebox!
- But that's lizards for you, contrary buggers.
- "Call me Blackie, John. We're pals now." said Colonel Korn, starting the plane.
- The phone phoned, the doorbell drilled, the the email poured, the twitter tweeted. No escape now
- 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.
- She swept the court with her, breaking her serve and lapping up the points. She was the sports cliche.
- She was more of a scone girl really.
- He leapt into the cage, crouching in the dark.She was in here somewhere. He sniffed.The light came on.
- We stop, face each other. Shock stock still, we trace the visual history. I hand him the photograph.
- He lifted up the knife and wiped the blade. Leaning in, he kissed her and cut the umbilical cord.
- They embraced. They wept. They loved. They ran from each other, carried by their past.
- Popped button pooped herself, dummy trouble was all she needed.
- She leant in, kissing her deeply, tasting the burn of the acrid smoke on her tongue.
- I share my box with you; I open the lid, letting the bright world rush in. I cling to you. We fly.
- He leapt into the cage,crouching in the dark. She was in here somewhere. There was a low octave growl.
- They picked Bramble Drive clean, left Orchard Brae bare and settle down to coffee on Quality Street
- His hair was coiffured, his nails manicured and his skin was silk. He pulled on his wig and smiled.
- No matter, matter is infitismal, she reasoned, throwing the damn thing at the red sky.
- Will you bite it? Please? Just a little bite. Go on, oh that's a nice bite, small and neat
- Passion Pig had deserved it reasoned Porker as the Pigs arrived. You're nicked, me olchina
- Or an intrepid trill, she thought,lifting her voice in crescendo and holding the high note
- Pushing the frame I felt my back hackle. My lungs held clean breath safe as i moved into darkness
- He outstretched his left arm , feeling the indent of where she had lain. Damp.
- Alain, slain. Elaine, slain too.
- "Have it. Take it. It's yours to use." He sat down and closed his eyes. My heart skipped. Again.
- People prowled the pavements, scowling. They lifted that extraordinary porker to martyr.
- People prowled the pavements, scowling. They lifted that extraordinary porker to martyr.
- And in full regalia! If those pig-pallbearers collapsed, we'd be looking at a bacon sandwich.
- The waitress sat, lit a cigarette, placed it in his mouth. Lipservice. That's all he needed.
- They walked from dessert to desert, she slipping her hand in his. Now that's a little warmer.
- She walked on to the car: hand written note on the windscreen "The ring is in the shop window"
- But pescetarians? Pesky pigs shown the door. Fish was not the order of the day. Twas Monday.
- So I said 'fuck off Dad'. No guilt, he gets to see me again next month. Bastard.