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“ Oi Alan "
Mike turned round
“ Ah it is you… Alan Malone… you should rot in hell you scum “
Mike nodded and continued to walk towards his parked car. The man had not made a mistake. Every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday night at 7pm Mike Whitehill turned into somebody else, Alan Malone in the hit soap ‘Westwood’.
Mike got in his car and threw the paper down on the passenger seat. He turned on the radio and headed home to his flat.
“ That was the new single by Nuclear Pusssy, it’s gonna be massive… so next up we have the News with Debra… so Debra did you watch Westwood last night? Big finale tonig.. “
Mike switched the radio off and stopped at the traffic lights. As per usual more people on the street pointed at his car and made comments… he was used to it by now and moved his elbow over to lock his door, just in case. Recently, the insults had been getting a bit out of hand and Mike was getting really sick of them. His character had been typecast as the evil drunk Scotsman who beat up his wife… at first he just shrugged off people calling him by his character’s name with aggression. He couldn’t understand why people took it so seriously… it was just fiction after all. He bared no resemblance to his character, except that they looked the same. Even the accent wasn’t even real.
A woman approached the window dragging a child behind her
“ Oi yooou… yooou scum, you betta no kill anywan tonight or ill uve ye “
Mike avoided eye contact and quickly moved off when the lights turned green.
He tried not to admit to himself that he quite frightened but he was. It would probably get worse as well. It was the climax of Alan Malone’s story tonight. For the past month he had been abused his wife, killed his best friend, raped his neighbour and had pushed drugs to an innocent kid in the street. Tonight he was going to get a taste of his own medicine, or was he?
Of course Mike had left the soap, the episode tonight was recorded over a month ago and his character had been written off. This was what Mike had wanted; he never did like soaps and had begun to get tired of playing Alan Malone and the burden which came with it.
He was nearly home now… his mobile rang but he never answered it, he never did when he was driving, he’d check it when he got home. It was probably his agent; he was planning to meet him tomorrow to discuss some new work. There were rumours that Shakespeare’s ‘Merchant of Venice’ was on at the Royal later in the year and Mike hoped to get a part. Theatre was his first love and was the reason he got into acting. He never wanted to act in a soap but when he auditioned for ‘Westwood’ he was struggling to pay off his debts and the wage was very tempting.
None of that mattered now though to Mike, everything was going to be fine. He had plenty of money in the bank, nice flat, reasonable car and would be in the theatre for the rest of his life.
Mike parked the car, picked up the paper and walked to his flat. Only one comment was shouted at him, which was nice. Although he was sure he recognised the man who shouted it, probably just a local.
“ Ah hello Mary “ said Mike to his neighbour
“ Evening Mike, I’ll be watching it tonight “ she said with a smirk
Mike smiled whilst sighing, quite a sight to see
“ That’s nice… goodnight Mary “
“ I will Mike darling “
Time for dinner… he was going to make himself some pasta and add some sort of sauce, which he liked.
He poured a glass of wine to accompany him… he picked up the paper and sat at the table whilst the pasta was cooking. On the front cover of the ‘Daily Shine’ was a picture of Alan Malone looking evil and suspicious and the like with the caption:
“ He better get it tonight “
Mike swore at the paper and threw it across the room; he would no longer buy it. This was the new beginning for Mike, turning over a new leaf, leaving the past behind him.
Pasta looked about ready now… Mike crouched down to get a bowl at the back of cupboard… he lost his breath… something wasn’t right… he began to panic… he stood up in shock. A wave of red had flown over the white tiles… he glanced up to see Mary with a knife in her hand…
“ Wha…. Whaa? “ Muttered Mike before collapsing.
Mary switched on the TV just to hear the end of the ‘Westwood’ tune
“ Ah good, it’s starting now… you deserved that Alan… they’ll thank me in this episode, you’ll see “
-------
“ He got what he deserved “ was the headline in the ‘Daily Shine’ the following day.
Mike turned round
“ Ah it is you… Alan Malone… you should rot in hell you scum “
Mike nodded and continued to walk towards his parked car. The man had not made a mistake. Every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday night at 7pm Mike Whitehill turned into somebody else, Alan Malone in the hit soap ‘Westwood’.
Mike got in his car and threw the paper down on the passenger seat. He turned on the radio and headed home to his flat.
“ That was the new single by Nuclear Pusssy, it’s gonna be massive… so next up we have the News with Debra… so Debra did you watch Westwood last night? Big finale tonig.. “
Mike switched the radio off and stopped at the traffic lights. As per usual more people on the street pointed at his car and made comments… he was used to it by now and moved his elbow over to lock his door, just in case. Recently, the insults had been getting a bit out of hand and Mike was getting really sick of them. His character had been typecast as the evil drunk Scotsman who beat up his wife… at first he just shrugged off people calling him by his character’s name with aggression. He couldn’t understand why people took it so seriously… it was just fiction after all. He bared no resemblance to his character, except that they looked the same. Even the accent wasn’t even real.
A woman approached the window dragging a child behind her
“ Oi yooou… yooou scum, you betta no kill anywan tonight or ill uve ye “
Mike avoided eye contact and quickly moved off when the lights turned green.
He tried not to admit to himself that he quite frightened but he was. It would probably get worse as well. It was the climax of Alan Malone’s story tonight. For the past month he had been abused his wife, killed his best friend, raped his neighbour and had pushed drugs to an innocent kid in the street. Tonight he was going to get a taste of his own medicine, or was he?
Of course Mike had left the soap, the episode tonight was recorded over a month ago and his character had been written off. This was what Mike had wanted; he never did like soaps and had begun to get tired of playing Alan Malone and the burden which came with it.
He was nearly home now… his mobile rang but he never answered it, he never did when he was driving, he’d check it when he got home. It was probably his agent; he was planning to meet him tomorrow to discuss some new work. There were rumours that Shakespeare’s ‘Merchant of Venice’ was on at the Royal later in the year and Mike hoped to get a part. Theatre was his first love and was the reason he got into acting. He never wanted to act in a soap but when he auditioned for ‘Westwood’ he was struggling to pay off his debts and the wage was very tempting.
None of that mattered now though to Mike, everything was going to be fine. He had plenty of money in the bank, nice flat, reasonable car and would be in the theatre for the rest of his life.
Mike parked the car, picked up the paper and walked to his flat. Only one comment was shouted at him, which was nice. Although he was sure he recognised the man who shouted it, probably just a local.
“ Ah hello Mary “ said Mike to his neighbour
“ Evening Mike, I’ll be watching it tonight “ she said with a smirk
Mike smiled whilst sighing, quite a sight to see
“ That’s nice… goodnight Mary “
“ I will Mike darling “
Time for dinner… he was going to make himself some pasta and add some sort of sauce, which he liked.
He poured a glass of wine to accompany him… he picked up the paper and sat at the table whilst the pasta was cooking. On the front cover of the ‘Daily Shine’ was a picture of Alan Malone looking evil and suspicious and the like with the caption:
“ He better get it tonight “
Mike swore at the paper and threw it across the room; he would no longer buy it. This was the new beginning for Mike, turning over a new leaf, leaving the past behind him.
Pasta looked about ready now… Mike crouched down to get a bowl at the back of cupboard… he lost his breath… something wasn’t right… he began to panic… he stood up in shock. A wave of red had flown over the white tiles… he glanced up to see Mary with a knife in her hand…
“ Wha…. Whaa? “ Muttered Mike before collapsing.
Mary switched on the TV just to hear the end of the ‘Westwood’ tune
“ Ah good, it’s starting now… you deserved that Alan… they’ll thank me in this episode, you’ll see “
-------
“ He got what he deserved “ was the headline in the ‘Daily Shine’ the following day.
Hurrah for me
I bet everyone thought I was rubbish but eye r brulliant
See see
I bet everyone thought I was rubbish but eye r brulliant
See see
That's really good, I liked that.
On a similar subject, I read a FANTASTIC short story the other day, about a writer that killed someone.
But it was only one of his characters that he killed, but he felt bad, and rewrote it, and they lived.
It was great, because you really thought that he had killed someone at first.
there's a link, anyway, fictional characters, and real ones, etc.
On a similar subject, I read a FANTASTIC short story the other day, about a writer that killed someone.
But it was only one of his characters that he killed, but he felt bad, and rewrote it, and they lived.
It was great, because you really thought that he had killed someone at first.
there's a link, anyway, fictional characters, and real ones, etc.
Cool, I liked that.
Heh, fantastic.
Yay for me
I liked it because I could pretend it was me...
Not really.
Good story though.
Not really.
Good story though.
Heh, cool. :0)
Hurrah a reply
The story came about because we have a new red soap in the bathroom that I don't trust.
The story came about because we have a new red soap in the bathroom that I don't trust.
Heh heh cool.
“ Oi Alan "
Mike turned round
“ Ah it is you… Alan Malone… you should rot in hell you scum “
Mike nodded and continued to walk towards his parked car. The man had not made a mistake. Every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday night at 7pm Mike Whitehill turned into somebody else, Alan Malone in the hit soap ‘Westwood’.
Mike got in his car and threw the paper down on the passenger seat. He turned on the radio and headed home to his flat.
“ That was the new single by Nuclear Pusssy, it’s gonna be massive… so next up we have the News with Debra… so Debra did you watch Westwood last night? Big finale tonig.. “
Mike switched the radio off and stopped at the traffic lights. As per usual more people on the street pointed at his car and made comments… he was used to it by now and moved his elbow over to lock his door, just in case. Recently, the insults had been getting a bit out of hand and Mike was getting really sick of them. His character had been typecast as the evil drunk Scotsman who beat up his wife… at first he just shrugged off people calling him by his character’s name with aggression. He couldn’t understand why people took it so seriously… it was just fiction after all. He bared no resemblance to his character, except that they looked the same. Even the accent wasn’t even real.
A woman approached the window dragging a child behind her
“ Oi yooou… yooou scum, you betta no kill anywan tonight or ill uve ye “
Mike avoided eye contact and quickly moved off when the lights turned green.
He tried not to admit to himself that he quite frightened but he was. It would probably get worse as well. It was the climax of Alan Malone’s story tonight. For the past month he had been abused his wife, killed his best friend, raped his neighbour and had pushed drugs to an innocent kid in the street. Tonight he was going to get a taste of his own medicine, or was he?
Of course Mike had left the soap, the episode tonight was recorded over a month ago and his character had been written off. This was what Mike had wanted; he never did like soaps and had begun to get tired of playing Alan Malone and the burden which came with it.
He was nearly home now… his mobile rang but he never answered it, he never did when he was driving, he’d check it when he got home. It was probably his agent; he was planning to meet him tomorrow to discuss some new work. There were rumours that Shakespeare’s ‘Merchant of Venice’ was on at the Royal later in the year and Mike hoped to get a part. Theatre was his first love and was the reason he got into acting. He never wanted to act in a soap but when he auditioned for ‘Westwood’ he was struggling to pay off his debts and the wage was very tempting.
None of that mattered now though to Mike, everything was going to be fine. He had plenty of money in the bank, nice flat, reasonable car and would be in the theatre for the rest of his life.
Mike parked the car, picked up the paper and walked to his flat. Only one comment was shouted at him, which was nice. Although he was sure he recognised the man who shouted it, probably just a local.
“ Ah hello Mary “ said Mike to his neighbour
“ Evening Mike, I’ll be watching it tonight “ she said with a smirk
Mike smiled whilst sighing, quite a sight to see
“ That’s nice… goodnight Mary “
“ I will Mike darling “
Time for dinner… he was going to make himself some pasta and add some sort of sauce, which he liked.
He poured a glass of wine to accompany him… he picked up the paper and sat at the table whilst the pasta was cooking. On the front cover of the ‘Daily Shine’ was a picture of Alan Malone looking evil and suspicious and the like with the caption:
“ He better get it tonight “
Mike swore at the paper and threw it across the room; he would no longer buy it. This was the new beginning for Mike, turning over a new leaf, leaving the past behind him.
Pasta looked about ready now… Mike crouched down to get a bowl at the back of cupboard… he lost his breath… something wasn’t right… he began to panic… he stood up in shock. A wave of red had flown over the white tiles… he glanced up to see Mary with a knife in her hand…
“ Wha…. Whaa? “ Muttered Mike before collapsing.
Mary switched on the TV just to hear the end of the ‘Westwood’ tune
“ Ah good, it’s starting now… you deserved that Alan… they’ll thank me in this episode, you’ll see “
-------
“ He got what he deserved “ was the headline in the ‘Daily Shine’ the following day.
Mike turned round
“ Ah it is you… Alan Malone… you should rot in hell you scum “
Mike nodded and continued to walk towards his parked car. The man had not made a mistake. Every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday night at 7pm Mike Whitehill turned into somebody else, Alan Malone in the hit soap ‘Westwood’.
Mike got in his car and threw the paper down on the passenger seat. He turned on the radio and headed home to his flat.
“ That was the new single by Nuclear Pusssy, it’s gonna be massive… so next up we have the News with Debra… so Debra did you watch Westwood last night? Big finale tonig.. “
Mike switched the radio off and stopped at the traffic lights. As per usual more people on the street pointed at his car and made comments… he was used to it by now and moved his elbow over to lock his door, just in case. Recently, the insults had been getting a bit out of hand and Mike was getting really sick of them. His character had been typecast as the evil drunk Scotsman who beat up his wife… at first he just shrugged off people calling him by his character’s name with aggression. He couldn’t understand why people took it so seriously… it was just fiction after all. He bared no resemblance to his character, except that they looked the same. Even the accent wasn’t even real.
A woman approached the window dragging a child behind her
“ Oi yooou… yooou scum, you betta no kill anywan tonight or ill uve ye “
Mike avoided eye contact and quickly moved off when the lights turned green.
He tried not to admit to himself that he quite frightened but he was. It would probably get worse as well. It was the climax of Alan Malone’s story tonight. For the past month he had been abused his wife, killed his best friend, raped his neighbour and had pushed drugs to an innocent kid in the street. Tonight he was going to get a taste of his own medicine, or was he?
Of course Mike had left the soap, the episode tonight was recorded over a month ago and his character had been written off. This was what Mike had wanted; he never did like soaps and had begun to get tired of playing Alan Malone and the burden which came with it.
He was nearly home now… his mobile rang but he never answered it, he never did when he was driving, he’d check it when he got home. It was probably his agent; he was planning to meet him tomorrow to discuss some new work. There were rumours that Shakespeare’s ‘Merchant of Venice’ was on at the Royal later in the year and Mike hoped to get a part. Theatre was his first love and was the reason he got into acting. He never wanted to act in a soap but when he auditioned for ‘Westwood’ he was struggling to pay off his debts and the wage was very tempting.
None of that mattered now though to Mike, everything was going to be fine. He had plenty of money in the bank, nice flat, reasonable car and would be in the theatre for the rest of his life.
Mike parked the car, picked up the paper and walked to his flat. Only one comment was shouted at him, which was nice. Although he was sure he recognised the man who shouted it, probably just a local.
“ Ah hello Mary “ said Mike to his neighbour
“ Evening Mike, I’ll be watching it tonight “ she said with a smirk
Mike smiled whilst sighing, quite a sight to see
“ That’s nice… goodnight Mary “
“ I will Mike darling “
Time for dinner… he was going to make himself some pasta and add some sort of sauce, which he liked.
He poured a glass of wine to accompany him… he picked up the paper and sat at the table whilst the pasta was cooking. On the front cover of the ‘Daily Shine’ was a picture of Alan Malone looking evil and suspicious and the like with the caption:
“ He better get it tonight “
Mike swore at the paper and threw it across the room; he would no longer buy it. This was the new beginning for Mike, turning over a new leaf, leaving the past behind him.
Pasta looked about ready now… Mike crouched down to get a bowl at the back of cupboard… he lost his breath… something wasn’t right… he began to panic… he stood up in shock. A wave of red had flown over the white tiles… he glanced up to see Mary with a knife in her hand…
“ Wha…. Whaa? “ Muttered Mike before collapsing.
Mary switched on the TV just to hear the end of the ‘Westwood’ tune
“ Ah good, it’s starting now… you deserved that Alan… they’ll thank me in this episode, you’ll see “
-------
“ He got what he deserved “ was the headline in the ‘Daily Shine’ the following day.