Friday, 18 May 2012

'Spare Cheese' by Davis W


“Can you spare any cheese?” she begged to passers –by.
“Why cheese?” some of them asked in return. Then they registered why, and moved on.
“Can you spare any cheese?” she requested of men and women and children.
“Stay away from the crazy cheese lady,” the parents warned their little ones.
“Can you spare any cheese?” she enquired to the cows and their farmers.
“Why should we give you our milk for cheese?” asked the cows.
“I’m French,” she replied, “and need something to go with this wine.”

'Bug fights' by Mark W


Bug sleeps, Bug wakes, Bug eats, Bug fights, Bug fucks.

'Only One, Catch' by Davis W


….yelled the bowler to the one armed fielder.

'8-bit Video Games' by Antosh W

Boop                                                                 .                                                             Beep
Boop                                                                                                      .                        Beep
Boop                 .                                                                                                             Beep
                                                                    BA DING!

'Dr. Kerr and the Flashnificents' by Chris W


Between two rocks in a faraway land you will find his lair. Travel a mile beneath the surface and you will uncover his laboratory. It is here that Doctor Kerr performs his twisted experiments. It is here that they will be born.
“Throw the switch Leopold!” The mad scientist screams at his assistant. Two years of work. Two years of preparing his subjects. Two years of picking through hundreds of pupils. Now they were ready. Now the seven are ready to awake. The lightning strikes the electrodes and 1.81 gigawatts travel through all seven. Slowly they begin to stir. The covers are taken away.
“All that lightning… What a shocking turn of events” The smallest of the seven says. Oh no, how could this go wrong?
“It’s all a bit spacey wacey in here isn’t it?” The northern one blurts out. My subjects… my beautiful subjects…
Slowly the oldest, the gritty, the abstract, the female and the realist rouse. The seven are born. The seven are wrong. I have created monsters.

'Internal Bleeding' by Antosh W


*Insert poetic prose piece about metaphorically discussing how missing you is like the bruising of my vital internal organs.*