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Re: Mutton's short story thread

Posted: Tue May 19, 2020 6:31 am
by ChrisMuttonshutter
.....the crowd went silent. A distant church bell fell silent. Children stopped playing. A mother shed a tear.

" I am ........"

Re: Mutton's short story thread

Posted: Tue May 19, 2020 6:34 am
by ChrisMuttonshutter
" I ........ "

" I am ChrisMuttonshutter "

" Stay safe - Then Fuck Off "

The birds began to sing again.

Re: Mutton's short story thread

Posted: Thu May 21, 2020 4:23 am
by ChrisMuttonshutter
I'd been playing for about 45 minutes but was getting bored and most of his stake had long gone. One more hand. My pointer hovered over the +$ sign, I clicked it and for no apparent reason clicked the maximum amount to re-buy. Last hand then ...

A pair of sixes : 6-6 Not great but a hand. I raised and others followed.
The flop: King of Clubs - Three of Hearts - Six of Spades
A set/trips great hand now. Play it easy. I checked. Someone raised I followed everyone else folded. Bet the fucker has a King.
8 of diamonds. He raised I followed. Must have a pair of Kings .. maybe ...
The river - Come on let it be a King.
The poker gods smiled on me. King of Hearts. Got the fucker. He surely has Three Kings. He raises, he wants my money. I re-raised. He went all in. The fuckers three kings beats nearly everything on the table. I go all in.
KKK beats 666 he's got me he thinks.
But I've also got the two Kings, a full house.
Bet the fucker was gutted.

Re: Mutton's short story thread

Posted: Fri May 22, 2020 6:35 am
by ChrisMuttonshutter
He thought he would write a story about flatulence.
He didn't.
He wasn't a boring cunt.

Re: Mutton's short story thread

Posted: Fri May 22, 2020 4:25 pm
by Guest
once upon a time there was a boring cunt. it's you.

Re: Mutton's short story thread

Posted: Sat May 23, 2020 3:54 am
by ChrisMuttonshutter
would be author wrote:
Fri May 22, 2020 4:25 pm
once upon a time there was a boring cunt. it's you.
I love the fact that my stories have encouraged an otherwise imbecile to get on his/her keyboard and have a go on their own.
Here is my critique:

Try and use good grammar for a start, I know you're an uneducated tit but it does help: Once upon a time there was a boring cunt. Here you used the past tense. It's you Here you use the present tense, try this It was you
Therefore we end up with: Once upon a time there was a boring cunt, it was you ! The exclamation mark gives the entire piece a dramatic ending.

Thanks for reading my Stories and I hope you continue with your effort to better yourself.
Now Fuck Off while I contemplate my muse.

Re: Mutton's short story thread

Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2020 11:41 am
by ChrisMuttonshutter
He looked into her eyes. They are what first attracted him to her all those years ago. He still couldn't say what colour they were, some would say Hazel, but they were many different shades of a myriad of hues. He met her at college and they hit it off straight away even though they were from different backgrounds and social standings. He was rich and privileged, she was on a scholarship and always broke, it made no difference to them both .......
He put her eyes back in the box and picked up the next pair....now this one was a bitch ......




for June

Re: Mutton's short story thread

Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2020 4:48 am
by ChrisMuttonshutter
Time was waiting in the wings.
He checked the text message.......

Tim was waiting .......

Re: Mutton's short story thread

Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2020 9:26 am
by ChrisMuttonshutter
He was different. He always had been, he just didn't realise it until he was older.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like everyone else but wasn't.
He never had conformed. He mostly conformed, mostly.
He liked it that way. He never was angry.
He was angry sometimes but not often. He cried when he was happy.
He laughed when he was sad. He was sad when he was bad.
He lived the way he wanted. He watched the roses grow.

Re: Mutton's short story thread

Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2020 6:16 am
by ChrisMuttonshutter
It was dark wet and warm and he couldn't breathe. He must be enclosed in something. He couldn't move.
He wanted to take in air but was unable so he struggled. He wanted to scream or cry out.
Something touched him. He felt himself falling slowly. He was going down. He gave a kick.
He thought he saw a distant light. He screamed.
He heard words.
"You've got a lovely little boy"
Welcome to the fun!