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I've cunningly adapted my story....
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"Gaze into the abyss and the abyss gazes also into you"
Nietzsche
"Well well well you never can tell, well well well my Michelle"
Guns and Roses
If it is true that empty vessels make the most noise and vacuous people have little to contribute but noise; Michelle's piercing screams portrayed her as being a very shallow woman.
As she fell, she screamed.
As she hit the bottom, she screamed.
When darkness enveloped her and suffocated her mind, she screamed.
When a shard of light from the waxing moon illuminated the bone jutting out of her left leg, she screamed. Loudly.
She screamed louder still when the face peering down at her from the surface.
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Michelle awoke from her slumber on the lawn, knocking over the tall glass of wine that stood beside where she lay. Due to the relentless and oppressive heat of the mid-day sun, the remaining wine in the bottle was warm and Michelle chided herself for being too bone idle to place it back into the cooler. She always needed a siesta after a tiring morning, drinking and sitting in the garden.
However her laziness, for once, had paid off and to her delight a quick exploratory search into the silver box of delights, resulted in the discovery of a 12 pack of ice cold bottles of beer. She laughed aloud when she mentally made a weak pun about the fact that the beer was brewed by Livingstons. The nearby cork screw, lying under one of twelve glossy magazines which included a total of 134 tips for hair care and 356 for better love making, had a bottle opener integrated into the design. It was rapidly put to good use.
Michelle had been determined at the start of her morning session that under no circumstances would she go back into the house, which was a whole 20 metres away, to get anything so didn't have with her. So she simply took everything a girl needs, and some things which she didn't but looked nice anyway.
The thin, tightly woven and utterly garish blanket, which she was now sitting cross-legged upon, concealed the lush lawn underneath, which was cut to a very precise 20mm every other day. The manicured edges and the array of delicately sculptured shrubbery were also the result of painstaking and meticulous work. The whole concept of manual labour was as alien to Michelle as the species of exotic vines, which ensnared the otherwise pristine well set into the corner of this haven. She did, however, wish that she could be bothered to keep her own bush as trim as the ones that grew under the hedgerow. They looked really nice.
Eating out in the garden was hardly a treat anymore. However, she made the most of it and desperately needed something to line her stomach with, to counteract the effects of the alcohol. In addition, that man would soon be invading her space with that horrendous lawnmower. How she despised him. He would keep his distance of course and never mow to within a four-foot radius of where she sat, or lay, or sprawled. There was no way that Michelle was going to move so he'd be forced to come back in the evening to finish the job.
Masticating her latest mouthful Michelle heard it.
She stopped chewing the cheesecake and listened attentively.
A noise that sounded like someone gargling whilst having a nail driven through their foot. It was a pitiful cry though, this much was unmistakable.
And it was coming from the well.
Michelle crawled on all fours towards the source of this rude interruption to her day's activities and then grasped the rim of vine encrusted brick-built well with both hands. Her heart was pounding out a warning in her chest yet she chose to ignore it and cautiously peeked into surface of the well, making sure that her hair was swept back behind her ears before doing so.
The water was crystal clear, surprisingly free from any algae and yet Michelle was terrified by what she saw.
Her own reflection staring back at her.
**************
"Gaze into the abyss and the abyss gazes also into you"
Nietzsche
"Well well well you never can tell, well well well my Michelle"
Guns and Roses
If it is true that empty vessels make the most noise and vacuous people have little to contribute but noise; Michelle's piercing screams portrayed her as being a very shallow woman.
As she fell, she screamed.
As she hit the bottom, she screamed.
When darkness enveloped her and suffocated her mind, she screamed.
When a shard of light from the waxing moon illuminated the bone jutting out of her left leg, she screamed. Loudly.
She screamed louder still when the face peering down at her from the surface.
**************
Michelle awoke from her slumber on the lawn, knocking over the tall glass of wine that stood beside where she lay. Due to the relentless and oppressive heat of the mid-day sun, the remaining wine in the bottle was warm and Michelle chided herself for being too bone idle to place it back into the cooler. She always needed a siesta after a tiring morning, drinking and sitting in the garden.
However her laziness, for once, had paid off and to her delight a quick exploratory search into the silver box of delights, resulted in the discovery of a 12 pack of ice cold bottles of beer. She laughed aloud when she mentally made a weak pun about the fact that the beer was brewed by Livingstons. The nearby cork screw, lying under one of twelve glossy magazines which included a total of 134 tips for hair care and 356 for better love making, had a bottle opener integrated into the design. It was rapidly put to good use.
Michelle had been determined at the start of her morning session that under no circumstances would she go back into the house, which was a whole 20 metres away, to get anything so didn't have with her. So she simply took everything a girl needs, and some things which she didn't but looked nice anyway.
The thin, tightly woven and utterly garish blanket, which she was now sitting cross-legged upon, concealed the lush lawn underneath, which was cut to a very precise 20mm every other day. The manicured edges and the array of delicately sculptured shrubbery were also the result of painstaking and meticulous work. The whole concept of manual labour was as alien to Michelle as the species of exotic vines, which ensnared the otherwise pristine well set into the corner of this haven. She did, however, wish that she could be bothered to keep her own bush as trim as the ones that grew under the hedgerow. They looked really nice.
Eating out in the garden was hardly a treat anymore. However, she made the most of it and desperately needed something to line her stomach with, to counteract the effects of the alcohol. In addition, that man would soon be invading her space with that horrendous lawnmower. How she despised him. He would keep his distance of course and never mow to within a four-foot radius of where she sat, or lay, or sprawled. There was no way that Michelle was going to move so he'd be forced to come back in the evening to finish the job.
Masticating her latest mouthful Michelle heard it.
She stopped chewing the cheesecake and listened attentively.
A noise that sounded like someone gargling whilst having a nail driven through their foot. It was a pitiful cry though, this much was unmistakable.
And it was coming from the well.
Michelle crawled on all fours towards the source of this rude interruption to her day's activities and then grasped the rim of vine encrusted brick-built well with both hands. Her heart was pounding out a warning in her chest yet she chose to ignore it and cautiously peeked into surface of the well, making sure that her hair was swept back behind her ears before doing so.
The water was crystal clear, surprisingly free from any algae and yet Michelle was terrified by what she saw.
Her own reflection staring back at her.
I read this yesterday, but never commented for some reason. Anyway, great pretty much sums it up, and as Tim said, masterly adapted for SSC4.
:^D
Must look for Men At Work on DVD now I've been reminded of it. It's not a great film, but it does have some hilarious moments.
Must look for Men At Work on DVD now I've been reminded of it. It's not a great film, but it does have some hilarious moments.
Ah I see. My dad got Singapore clap once when he was in the Navy.
You hold your arms out straight in front of you and clap by only moving your wrists. It's a polite way of saying "Well done", but used in the correct situation can be extremely sarcastic as demonstrated by Charlie Sheen and Emelio Estevez in Men At Work.
I'm being dim but what's a golf clap?
(I fear that I've just set myself up for a fall)
(I fear that I've just set myself up for a fall)
Golf clap: *claps*
Wonderful. A masterly adaptation for SSC4. So clever that I very nearly missed it.
:D
:D
I've cunningly adapted my story....
**************
"Gaze into the abyss and the abyss gazes also into you"
Nietzsche
"Well well well you never can tell, well well well my Michelle"
Guns and Roses
If it is true that empty vessels make the most noise and vacuous people have little to contribute but noise; Michelle's piercing screams portrayed her as being a very shallow woman.
As she fell, she screamed.
As she hit the bottom, she screamed.
When darkness enveloped her and suffocated her mind, she screamed.
When a shard of light from the waxing moon illuminated the bone jutting out of her left leg, she screamed. Loudly.
She screamed louder still when the face peering down at her from the surface.
**************
Michelle awoke from her slumber on the lawn, knocking over the tall glass of wine that stood beside where she lay. Due to the relentless and oppressive heat of the mid-day sun, the remaining wine in the bottle was warm and Michelle chided herself for being too bone idle to place it back into the cooler. She always needed a siesta after a tiring morning, drinking and sitting in the garden.
However her laziness, for once, had paid off and to her delight a quick exploratory search into the silver box of delights, resulted in the discovery of a 12 pack of ice cold bottles of beer. She laughed aloud when she mentally made a weak pun about the fact that the beer was brewed by Livingstons. The nearby cork screw, lying under one of twelve glossy magazines which included a total of 134 tips for hair care and 356 for better love making, had a bottle opener integrated into the design. It was rapidly put to good use.
Michelle had been determined at the start of her morning session that under no circumstances would she go back into the house, which was a whole 20 metres away, to get anything so didn't have with her. So she simply took everything a girl needs, and some things which she didn't but looked nice anyway.
The thin, tightly woven and utterly garish blanket, which she was now sitting cross-legged upon, concealed the lush lawn underneath, which was cut to a very precise 20mm every other day. The manicured edges and the array of delicately sculptured shrubbery were also the result of painstaking and meticulous work. The whole concept of manual labour was as alien to Michelle as the species of exotic vines, which ensnared the otherwise pristine well set into the corner of this haven. She did, however, wish that she could be bothered to keep her own bush as trim as the ones that grew under the hedgerow. They looked really nice.
Eating out in the garden was hardly a treat anymore. However, she made the most of it and desperately needed something to line her stomach with, to counteract the effects of the alcohol. In addition, that man would soon be invading her space with that horrendous lawnmower. How she despised him. He would keep his distance of course and never mow to within a four-foot radius of where she sat, or lay, or sprawled. There was no way that Michelle was going to move so he'd be forced to come back in the evening to finish the job.
Masticating her latest mouthful Michelle heard it.
She stopped chewing the cheesecake and listened attentively.
A noise that sounded like someone gargling whilst having a nail driven through their foot. It was a pitiful cry though, this much was unmistakable.
And it was coming from the well.
Michelle crawled on all fours towards the source of this rude interruption to her day's activities and then grasped the rim of vine encrusted brick-built well with both hands. Her heart was pounding out a warning in her chest yet she chose to ignore it and cautiously peeked into surface of the well, making sure that her hair was swept back behind her ears before doing so.
The water was crystal clear, surprisingly free from any algae and yet Michelle was terrified by what she saw.
Her own reflection staring back at her.
**************
"Gaze into the abyss and the abyss gazes also into you"
Nietzsche
"Well well well you never can tell, well well well my Michelle"
Guns and Roses
If it is true that empty vessels make the most noise and vacuous people have little to contribute but noise; Michelle's piercing screams portrayed her as being a very shallow woman.
As she fell, she screamed.
As she hit the bottom, she screamed.
When darkness enveloped her and suffocated her mind, she screamed.
When a shard of light from the waxing moon illuminated the bone jutting out of her left leg, she screamed. Loudly.
She screamed louder still when the face peering down at her from the surface.
**************
Michelle awoke from her slumber on the lawn, knocking over the tall glass of wine that stood beside where she lay. Due to the relentless and oppressive heat of the mid-day sun, the remaining wine in the bottle was warm and Michelle chided herself for being too bone idle to place it back into the cooler. She always needed a siesta after a tiring morning, drinking and sitting in the garden.
However her laziness, for once, had paid off and to her delight a quick exploratory search into the silver box of delights, resulted in the discovery of a 12 pack of ice cold bottles of beer. She laughed aloud when she mentally made a weak pun about the fact that the beer was brewed by Livingstons. The nearby cork screw, lying under one of twelve glossy magazines which included a total of 134 tips for hair care and 356 for better love making, had a bottle opener integrated into the design. It was rapidly put to good use.
Michelle had been determined at the start of her morning session that under no circumstances would she go back into the house, which was a whole 20 metres away, to get anything so didn't have with her. So she simply took everything a girl needs, and some things which she didn't but looked nice anyway.
The thin, tightly woven and utterly garish blanket, which she was now sitting cross-legged upon, concealed the lush lawn underneath, which was cut to a very precise 20mm every other day. The manicured edges and the array of delicately sculptured shrubbery were also the result of painstaking and meticulous work. The whole concept of manual labour was as alien to Michelle as the species of exotic vines, which ensnared the otherwise pristine well set into the corner of this haven. She did, however, wish that she could be bothered to keep her own bush as trim as the ones that grew under the hedgerow. They looked really nice.
Eating out in the garden was hardly a treat anymore. However, she made the most of it and desperately needed something to line her stomach with, to counteract the effects of the alcohol. In addition, that man would soon be invading her space with that horrendous lawnmower. How she despised him. He would keep his distance of course and never mow to within a four-foot radius of where she sat, or lay, or sprawled. There was no way that Michelle was going to move so he'd be forced to come back in the evening to finish the job.
Masticating her latest mouthful Michelle heard it.
She stopped chewing the cheesecake and listened attentively.
A noise that sounded like someone gargling whilst having a nail driven through their foot. It was a pitiful cry though, this much was unmistakable.
And it was coming from the well.
Michelle crawled on all fours towards the source of this rude interruption to her day's activities and then grasped the rim of vine encrusted brick-built well with both hands. Her heart was pounding out a warning in her chest yet she chose to ignore it and cautiously peeked into surface of the well, making sure that her hair was swept back behind her ears before doing so.
The water was crystal clear, surprisingly free from any algae and yet Michelle was terrified by what she saw.
Her own reflection staring back at her.