Fear of Faith

Once again, do not expect a joyful tale reading this. On the contrary however, I write misery when I am at my happiest and vice versa.

This is a work of complete fiction.

I for one am all for it. Finally, I can dance in the middle of the street with a helmet on and be considered cool instead of arrested.

id (Part 3)

The most unorthodox of stories continues.

id (Part 1)

There Was a Wizard In My Room

A lesson in fiction.

Seriously, what was I thinking when I wrote End Of Days?! Looking back on it for the commentary was just a cringe. There are certain parts where I just had no idea what I was talking about!

Super!(Part 1)

Matt was just a useless pizza boy, until his world was turned upside down!

The End

Penultimate

Apologies for the slight delay.

Preantepenultimate

The Worst Case Seaside Scenario

Hugo had always loathed public toilets. The foul stench, the urine soaked floors, and the extreme likelihood of catching an STD from using the sinks yet alone the toilets had always lead to him avoiding the things at all costs.

But today he just couldn't hold it in any longer. He had previously drank his own weight in Sunny D and was 45 minutes away from home having spent the day with a few friends at the beach.

Note: This is a little short, but I'll probably continue it in the near future.

We all seem to value other people's opinions too highly.

And sometimes we are too afraid to do or be what we really want.

So fear and doubt trap us in a corner where we start to fool ourselves.

Just know that everyone is strong enough to shake these feelings away.

The Euros are on so here's a little football/soccer themed story to mark the occasion.

*the Euros is a football/soccer tournament for those that don't know

Synopsis: Ashley has been offered the chance to play soccer in America and with his old high-school buddy acting as his crumby agent what could possibly go wrong?

There are also a few jokes aimed at American/British differences that may or may not be lost on some of you.

Bare with me on this one. The rest of the story is going to be a lot different than this first installment, so think of this as a sort of Prologue. This first installment is also written in the present tense as if you are in the protagonist's mind, so it is reasonably scrambled etc. (If it annoys you, don't worry, it is written in the past tense from Part 2 onwards.)

Hope you enjoy...

Today is my one year anniversary here, I think.

Thanks for all the kudos and love. Hope you enjoyed my stories as much as I have yours.

Also, Happy New Year for when it comes round wherever you are!

Bring it on, 2012!

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Don't Go.

A Christmas Story, as promised.

Admittedly rushed, and perhaps poorly written. Just a little idea I had that I guess I didn't execute so well.

But I promised you a Christmas Story, so here it is....

For me it hasn't been the best. Even worse than 2010 for that matter.

But hopefully better days are coming for all of us in 2012. We've just got to decide what we want from it and than make it happen.

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Happy belated Thanksgiving to all you Americans, hope you had a nice time with your friends/family.

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Maybe.

I've attempted to start writing a couple of stories but they were.... just, awful.

In the mean time, enjoy this poorly constructed poem:

I like hospital pudding
It is nice
Some people say I shouldn't
But they are mice
And if I'm talking to rodents
I must be high
But remember don't do drugs kids
Bye.

Enjoy yourselves, whatever it is you're doing.

I'll be handing out Hospital Puddings to trick-or-treaters / eating them all myself.

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Desperate times call for desperate measures.