I can't hear a thing but I can sense the deep, black stillness of the well a little way along and down. I am hunched and wary even down here; my keystrokes echo. OK, so I CAN hear something, but you know, for effect.... I'm on one of those wireless internet laptops (amazing where they can connect from these days, isn't it?) in a cave dug into the side of a well in deepest Bohemia. Circumstances are such that a simple culinary exercise lead to me being on the run from Interpol...
It was a...normal.... Wednesday night, except that it wasn't because my mates were round, and we were going to watch a film, so I put a bag of popcorn in the oven.... Just then, one of my mates came in and said, in the most ingratiatingly sweet of voices... "Have you got any Stella?" So, I embarked on a search for some prescious stella in the deep roots of our drinks cupboard and whilst I was doing this, the popcorn lost control. By the time I emerged with the lovely liqor, all was lost. I tried to save the situation (i.e I cut open the bag, put it in a bowl and watched it smoke) but the popcorn was a smoking black mass giving off evil fumes. Having managed what no total idiot had ever managed before, I realised what I had done. I had managed to BURN microwave popcorn. How could this be? But by this time, the witch hunters were on my trail in the belief that no-one could do something so blatantly stupid as to burn microwave popcorn without magical aid. I fled, but in no time, I was reported to interpol, and now, alas, I am here. If you should require information as to my more precise whereabouts, I recommend you ask Bob the elder or Maat about the whereabouts of the viola-witch and mention apricot jam................
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It was a...normal.... Wednesday night, except that it wasn't because my mates were round, and we were going to watch a film, so I put a bag of popcorn in the oven.... Just then, one of my mates came in and said, in the most ingratiatingly sweet of voices... "Have you got any Stella?" So, I embarked on a search for some prescious stella in the deep roots of our drinks cupboard and whilst I was doing this, the popcorn lost control. By the time I emerged with the lovely liqor, all was lost. I tried to save the situation (i.e I cut open the bag, put it in a bowl and watched it smoke) but the popcorn was a smoking black mass giving off evil fumes. Having managed what no total idiot had ever managed before, I realised what I had done. I had managed to BURN microwave popcorn. How could this be? But by this time, the witch hunters were on my trail in the belief that no-one could do something so blatantly stupid as to burn microwave popcorn without magical aid. I fled, but in no time, I was reported to interpol, and now, alas, I am here. If you should require information as to my more precise whereabouts, I recommend you ask Bob the elder or Maat about the whereabouts of the viola-witch and mention apricot jam................
If you have ever felt like an outcast, join my group. allpoetry.com/group/714
allpoetry.com/poem/1420615 - a link to some good poets, rather than cluttering my author page with them (also, my mate asked me to link y'all to it)
www.thehungersite.com
Click there to give free food, you kind people!
- Last seen on Oct 7 8:17 PM 2007. Member since August 9, 2004.
- I'm a pyrite eye poet for 1119 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "It says "critical"".
- I am a 16 year old person (England)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a professional potato.
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- I am in the groups Haiku and Tanka, Teen Depression x
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My Poetry
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None of us (by which I mean my real-life friends) seem to really use this site any more. I'm not even expecting anyone to read this, but that's not why I'm writ1 lines, 3 comments, November 14, 2006. In Personal
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The music flows with passion in my head
But somewhere in my brain a nerve’s not there -
What is it, that like a leaf on the wind
Draws me to the woods like a cat,
My Stories
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Almond-shaped and deep, vibrant chestnut, yours are beautiful, beguiling pools of intrigue to me.42 lines, 2 comments, May 22, 2005. In <200 lines
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I was given away as a souvenir of my childhood. I will always be my father’s son. I can’t escape it. Him being my father at all has shaped my life so that I will never be free2780 lines, 8 comments, October 18, 2004. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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Musical Anomaly on June 4, 2006Yes, I do believe that was your girlfriend... hehe, see you around xxx
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MelficeRoesorVelve on June 4, 2006Oh how i've missed reading your stuff...gets me every time. And the popcorn story; "most ingratiatingly sweet of voices", what a delightful description
(I even know what ingratiatingly means!) Have fun ripping the entries to shreds 
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classic disaster x3 on August 31, 2005Thank you for the comment!
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Aedara-Wren on July 8, 2005wow, round of applause for the masterchef
