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Chapter four The Fake sound of Progress A broken man sat in an office 20 floors from the ground. It had been raining for the past few weeks. Funny, he thought, even the weather was mourning her. The doors were locked, although it wasn't necessary. Even though the sign stated clearly the meetings started at ten (punctually, the sign said, anyone caught late must buy the first rounds of coffees for the group. And that was one large group of people) the man had been there since seven in the morning. Why? Because he didn't want to face the house. Didn't want to face his family. The man was Charlotte Delice's father, and a few days ago he had be

Now, before I start this, I wish to make things clear. The following is a script based on the comic 'Werewolf' written by werewolf39. Neither the characters, settings or plot are my own, they are written as per the comic mentioned above. No, I am not stealing work, Werewolf39 has asked me to do this as a favor to her as both a friend and a creative writer. Just to make it clear I do NOT own anything about this script except the laptop which I am typing this with. ALL CREDIT FOR THIS GOES TO THE BRILLIANT WEREWOLF39!!!! So without further ado… I give you… HALLOWEEN – A Werewolf39 Production!! [The setting starts in Galway, Ireland. It's Oc

The taste of defeat. Did you know that when a person suffers with their eyesight, their other senses automatically become stronger to make up for it? Imagine how powerful your other senses muse be if you were completely blind. Now logically, all of your senses would firstly increase over time of use and secondly increase at the same time.  However, Charlotte was not at all use of using any of her senses other than her sight, which is what her downfall was in the first place. Hopefully now, with her locked in the dark with a blindfold on, she'll learn to use her other senses to get her out of the situation before it becomes too lat

*** Me: - *Talking about Durarara* Oh my goodness i think Izaya is a dad, or at least related to the blonde kid... Dad: - Who? Mom: - No, its not in real life. Its on her laptop. Dad: - *uninterested* oh... Me: - Fine then, i'll talk to people who care!! *back on laptop* Junior: - She's mad!! *pause* Does she give kisses? *** Mom: - *playing with junior using a stuffed monkey toy* Give monkey a kiss! *Junior backs away slowly* Mom: - I'm putting monkey to bed now, give him a goodnight kiss! *Makes monkey walk towards junior* Junior: - *Literally runs for his life up moms other arm away from monkey terrified* O-O-oh!!! I-It's coming

Intro!!! [Nothing interesting happens much. That is until... Me: - *nervously* Can I have salt with that please? Dinner lady: - Sure!! *hands over packet* Me: - *walking away* (showing emotions of confusement, amazement, anticipation and joy. Yes, all just for salt.) And now to the present day. Or, to be more precise, 12.35pm this afternoon.] Me: - *rushing into canteen. Present are my friends Shizune*, Alex, Terrence who doesn't talk much throughout and Montel.  Mia is in the queue and will join us later.* HEY GUYS!!! Everyone: - *says greeting* Me: - Guess what!!!??? Everyone: - *ignores* Me: - *shouts* OI!!! *everyone

To see, to believe. It turns out the taxi drivers name was Damien, ironically. His story is, quite surprisingly, a simple one. Damien is an only child, who grew up as an orphan due to his parents' death.  To be completely honest, he didn't mind the fact that when he was put up for adoption, his parents didn't come and visit him like other kids did, as he understood from a very young age what had happened to his parents. He was young and, for a while, he was innocent. However, apparently parents of the day didn't go for shy and innocent, they went for personality. So Damien was lonely for a while, as children tend to become without

[Hey there fellow deviants, As you may or may not know, I recently applied to work for ASDA!! Weirdly enough, this interview involved us acting out an on-the-spot scene in which we had to advertise a product on the shelves at ASDA. Now while this was all well and good and everything, even my mom said this was the weirdest and pointless interview ever. However, it gave me some funny assed shizzle for n here. So here it is the full shebang of the script which we created to advertise... can you guess what it is???] *partner one sits at home, drinking an incoherent drink* Partner one: - mmm that is one good drink!! *there is a knock at t

A Harsh World chapter three The unlucky life of one young unfortunate teenage girl I had one of those dreams again. Ireland. How I missed it. I dreamt I walked across the land, so green and full of life. Nature was everywhere, the call of danger echoing off cliff top to cliff top, the smell of damp soil making me shiver. Birds chirped down from the gray/blue sky, with a beautiful view of the white foam of the water below. Kneeling down, the grass was as soft as I remembered. My favorite picnic spot hadn't changed one little bit. Blueberry bushes lined the path which spiraled down to a white cottage covered in ivy. I picked one off the bu