AN UNFORTUNATE EVENT
They found Mr. Fitzpatrick Glockenspiel next to the Masturbot, his innards splattered around the walls of the Lounge-erotique.
The engineers at Roboperversions Inc. took a week to find out what the problem was. Something wrong with the Masturbot’s syntax processors, it seems.
Blow me, Fitzpatrick had said. It did.
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UH-OH.
“I have laughed at danger and spat at death, youngster”, the aging detective drawled. “So don’t you ask me for no friggin’ discount.”
I signed the cheque silently, and on the way out, he introduced me to the bodyguards. “This here is Mike Danger, and that’s Jonathan Death.”
I should have haggled a little more.
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Thank you, moccacino. Your turn now.
Anybody else want to try?
I’m sure Fitzpatrick sacrificed a lot of his precious time to Musterbot
>Blow me, Fitzpatrick had said. It did.
Pithyful.
Deep, throughout.
Come, now. You can’t expect me to swallow that.
LOLOLOLOLOL brilliant!!
Warren Ellis
Beatzo,
Do you have City of Silence, Global Frequency & Ocean by Warren Ellis? If you dont, just reply to this comment and let me know.
Re: Warren Ellis
I have Global Frequency (on CD and as comics) and Ocean(only as scanned issues, hoping to buy the originals sometime in the near future). Not City of Silence.
Who is this, and why do you ask? :-)
I am particularly impressed. Write more…and then let me refer you to an editor somewhere. There is a market for these and if these are original…you might just be on the roll!
I am serious.
Nice, esp. the first one.
*cracks up! And offers to try*
Good ones. Do more.
Write more. Please.
Awesome!
Absolutely original! :D Am bad at writing stories without pictures, will try.
The 1st one is really good… 2nd one is funny, hehe!!!
har har!
The first one’s good, but the 2nd one’s a bad PJ. :>
I try, sir, I try. ;-)
the end
Blood oozed out with the first slash. Hot water accelerated the flow.
Two dazed eyes reflected the red velvet glow, two lifeless ears strained to listen on.
That heartless bitch ran away with all the money.
He let it play till the end this time…
She was dead drunk, “Goodbye BOB!”
But he was Sid!
[word count=55, excluding the title of course!]
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a lame attempt, I agree. But I just had to have ya read it and gimme some feedback…
I got the ideas, but suck at expressing them.
HELP!!!
“Who the hell are you?”, you ask.
“Does it really matter?”, I reply!
Peace.
ps- do reply to the comment. please.