Certificate 15

Well, now. We are approaching the halfway point in this year's Upper Thyghspreader Inter-Village Orgy League.

First up, you’re all tossers, so that gets that straight.
Second, and this is just as important, I fuckin’ rule. Alright?

Scared of me? You bet! I've seen your tragic
Castles and the holes beneath your cuirass.
Paint me stupid – I am full of magic,
Bright like stuff of dreams, as warm and true as

We all have secrets that worry us, haunt us, consume us. Often times, we're not who we claim to be. Secret Number 3 for the collection.

The phone went.
It was Boots in Putney. They’ve got my nicotine patches. I said I’d be there in a few days to pick them up.

Inspired by http://writeoneleaf.tumblr.com/

"I really don't want to tell her. She's been under so much stress lately, but I will if I have to."

Please bear in mind that I was very drunk during the events I am about to describe.

Chapter Twenty Three

this room smells clean
it's not home
but for now
it will do.

the hum of the extractor fan
smothers all other noise
except the sound of fingers on the keyboard.

my window is two stories up

Previously on ABCtales.com: Part 1, Satan plans to wipe out the world’s population; Part 2, some will survive, he recruits a living man to rule them; now, in part 3, the fight back begins.

Vera's love affair is affecting the quality of her work and she is called to answer to her space station masters.

Unworthy

... and the great sadness that sent a generation to war, and now wonder why they come home talking dirty. The old lie – Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.

The room looks different - The flecked wallpaper looks like dried blood.
I keep thinking it is a room to die in, but not to live in. The bed in the corner, a naked light bulb hanging ...

She was the lumberjack's wife,
while he was out
she had many affairs,
all of which i could hear
from just upstairs,
all day they would stay,
thats excesive foreplay
for a hour of fun,

Today I looked into the eyes
of the woman that is
my mother.
The vessel that carried
me for nine months. The vessel
that fed and nurtured me.
Kept me deep within

darkness dwells within
hides me in its black cover
i long for my death

Where does he get them? Crisp One hundred dollar bill - yet all with the same serial number but they are not forgeries - tested and retested to be genuine. So, where does he get them . . .