Plots authored by @zowaylady:
- I didn't even want to go crab fishing.
- Don't you want a bite of my eclair?
- With a cashmere covered hot water bottle quietly warming her toes.
- As I was reading my afternoon chapter of Jane Austen she came crashing through the door.
- Trouble was the old swines on Fleet Street were diverted by Christmas gifts from bankers that the obituary never made it.
- It was his fetish with the Oxford English Dictionary that lead to his eventual sorry downfall.
- Imagine my dismay when £30 went down the drain in one fine clip from my Grandpa's catch.
- What? Has Gordon Brown died?
- If only people would wrap it up in an old receipt.
- And eating their flesh with little forks made of peach pastel plastic.
- 'Thought you loved me.' Her teeth grated,remembering how he would look in her eyes and say 'Bellisima'.
- He had lost the power of vision in an asteroid storm back in 1985.
- Pete, his nemesis, had had a penchant for mudpies when they were young and hoped the aroma would inspire a nostalgic binge.
- He was taken from our foster parents and put into a 'more wholesome' environment.
- Especially in a tent by the River Isla on a rainy July morning.
- My dreams are punctuated by claws.
- Bacon didn't even get a look in.
- The fat dribbled down his chin like vampires blood eventually staining the top of his stark blue collar.