Geriatric Version of Twinkle TwinkleWrinkled, wrinkled little manGeriatric Version of Twinkle Twinkle by Bumsy
Coffin-dodging when he can
Sitting home and getting high
Ascending Heaven in the sky
Wrinkled, wrinkled little man
In a bag and in a van
Nursery RhymeI'm a dominatrixNursery Rhyme by Bumsy
Tall and broad
Here's my handcuffs
Here's my whip
When I get all steamed up
Hear me shout
"Bend over and call me Mom!"
Man in The Loft (descriptive exercise)I found him in the loft one night, taken aback by a ghastly sight.Man in The Loft (descriptive exercise) by Bumsy
He sat there in a tattered, dusty suit. His face a deathly pale, his eyes two petrified marbles suspended at the entrance of endless wells.
Even in the dim light his skin seemed to have a papery translucence to it - long boney hands draped over his stick thin knees, in stark white contrast to his dull black suit.
The mouth suddenly moved - "I won't bite". The mumble came from his thin lips suddenly, strained and hoarse from decades of disuse; his voice withered and full of dust.
I was still frozen, my feet sinking into my step on the steel ladder. My mind was still trying to process and accept this entity before me whom I'd never though possible.
He coughed what sounded like a brief cackle, then slowly turned his head and in turn breaking our gaze. My transfixion seemed to lift.
"I needed somewhere to stay", he broke. "Anywhere to contemplate this state I'm in." The voice sounded clearer this time, as if the cobwebs had
DOSZAPDOSZAP by mechanicalmasochist
I still remember the day I got my first ever Pokémon game. I was around 8-10 years old at the time.
My mum and dad had just came back from a shopping trip and I was in my room busying myself with my only Pokémon related game at the time: Pokémon Stadium. I mashed the buttons on the control wildly as the oncoming attack from the opponent Dragonair sent my Jolteon's health quickly down to zero, I was just about to send out the next Pokémon in my teams line-up when my mum called me from downstairs. The console's remote fell to the floor with a loud clunk (something I would regret in later life as I now only have one working remote) as I raced out my bedroom door, I knew what was coming, something I'd been waiting for, for a long time.
My mum was in our sitting room. She held a plain plastic bag in her hands and had a welcoming smile on her face. "I got you something while I was in town. Come see." She chimed as she handed me the bag. By this point, my heart was poundin