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Can I come, don't want any bacon though, as I hate the stuff.

Me too, and I've finally got to cooking them properly so they don't fall apart.

I thought Time was rather poignant, and also very true. Misfortune in the Park is also very good, and I love the Specsavers line.
Frenchie wrote: "Time...
What is it with time? when our present is already our past and our future is our present becoming our past. Time is so confusing. No matter how many times I turn the hourglass, time makes ..."
Wow!
What is it with time? when our present is already our past and our future is our present becoming our past. Time is so confusing. No matter how many times I turn the hourglass, time makes ..."
Wow!

What is it with time? when our present is already our past and our future is our present becoming our past. Time is so confusing. No matter how many times I turn the hourglass, time makes ..."
Really like this one Frenchie
Frenchie wrote: "Misfortune in the park...
I was reading in the park when I heard a bow twang. Cupid's arrow hit a guy nearby. He then shot a lovely girl, missed, hitting me instead. Swearing, Cupid aimed again, h..."
You must have written quite a bit while you were gone, as these examples flow exceptionally well.
I was reading in the park when I heard a bow twang. Cupid's arrow hit a guy nearby. He then shot a lovely girl, missed, hitting me instead. Swearing, Cupid aimed again, h..."
You must have written quite a bit while you were gone, as these examples flow exceptionally well.

The Little train said to the big train I can do it I can do it I can do it. The big train said never in a million years will you get up the hill.
I can do it I can do It I can do it.
Kid give it a rest, you ain't going to do it.
Why not he demanded
Because you slipped your track, and are off your trolley.


The latest Tales of the Imp drabble has been posted in the Indie Book Bargains newsletter (you can sign up for their newsletter and see the latest bargains here: http://www.indie-book-bargains.co.uk/), as always a big thanks to Rosen for her dedication in supporting other indie authors!
If you haven't read the rest of the drabbles then you can read all of them here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/t...
The Imp's origin story can be found in the Off the KUF collection of stories, you can buy it from Amazon here:
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Suspect Research
Another wonderful date and you know what, I’d never been so happy, even the Imp seemed pleased for me with his toothy grin flashing in my direction.
He still wouldn’t let me consummate the relationship though, he permitted only kissing and some light petting, anymore and he would howl like a werewolf dipped in silver, right in my ear.
Tonight though I couldn’t find him, I saw that he’d been on the computer and I expected to see the usual zombie gnome porn, instead found something very different.
Now why would an imp want to read about genetic memory research?


Welcome to the first drabble in my new series called 'ABC Drabbles of Death', in this series we'll take a wander through the alphabet and I'll write a deathly drabble for each letter. We start at the beginning with 'A is for Axe'.
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A is for Axe
The silver smile, as sharp as the crescent moon invites me to play. The haft rests naturally in my hands, the weight of the blade is eager to strike. The swing forms a pure moment from start to finish as the blade slams deep into the meat. Its balance doesn’t require strength, only the swing.
A scream always accompanies the opening of another smile on the pale flesh. Another arc and another gaping wound. A chorus of screams in synchronicity with the axe.
One last swing and all is silent, the blade no longer silver, but still smiling. In red.

Nocking his arrow he draws his bow with strength and determination set his site firmly on his foe, hold and hold and holds some more. Arms shaking he lets fly. Silent death soars through the windblown landscape relentlessly towards it's intended mark. It feels nothing, it cares little as it extends it self swiftly, with a thud buries itself in the chest of a man who once lived and dreamed and is no more...


Bolo
A heavy machete from the Philippians.
The master has his Bolo sheathed at his side when the ambush happened. Without warning six fighter jumped out at him. He grabs his bolo in a blink of and eye faster than they had ever seen. they circle him apprehensively, the master has his Bolo singing through the night. The circle tightens to within inches of the blade, he see's there fear, he has gained his calm center. In seconds the rush in and just a quickly the are cut down.

You know how much they love you and your drabbles there :-)"
I add them there as and when :-)

Chakram
A circular weapon with a sharpened outer edge. From India, principally used as a throwing weapon but can also be used like knuckle duster.
The assassin crept closer hidden in the shadows. He has marked his target taking his chakram form his wrist slipping it over his extended finger he twirls it. Never taking his eyes of his target, he flicks his wrist and release the chakram. Whispering through the air it strikes it intended target between the eyes, burying itself half way through the skull. Instantaneous loss of life.


Dussack
A long single edged sword from Eastern Europe used to train with out killing. The Dussack is usually made of wood.
The soldier took up his Dussack, he would not be embarrassed in lessons again. With a small knife he shaved down the edge to sharpen it like a razor.
In class the next day the instructor picked him again for a lesson. Picking up his Dussack he did his warm up swings slices and lunges. As the instructor approached he went into the guard position.
A quick flurry of moves counter moves and a blow from the instructor put him flat on the ground. He gets slowly to his feet and resumes the guard position. Once more the instructor strikes, this time instead of backing off the student swing his Dussack across the instructors stomach. Strings of blue intestines fall to the ground. It will take you days to die and such pain you will have, the student whispered in his ear.

Ear Dagger
So named for the shape of the pommel, often shaped like an ear.
brought over from Spain and it is thought to have been introduced by the Moors.
In the 15th and 16 century it was favored by Royalty and Italian assassins.
I stand hidden behind the column, my favorite weapon in hand. My target approaches hefting my weapon I ready my self this time my weapon will go in it's name sake. I slide around the column behind my target I grab him tilt his head to the side. and slide my dagger into his ear.


Francisca
Is a throwing axe used during the early middle ages by the Franks. Francisca, used as a name by the Hispania to refer to these weapons as used by the Franks.
The fighters threw there francisca from behind trees and rock. There affects were as spectacular as they were deadly.


All you have to do is say the word and it stops...

All you have to do is say the word and it stops..."
Frenchie, don't you dare say stop. If you do, you'll need those weapons :-))
Seriously, have you ever thought to learn how to use your husbands weapons. Properly I mean, as a mode of defence, not on your husband when he bring doughnuts in the house.

Mine feels almost out of place here so, here is the link :-) >>>
https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/......"
Are you not going to be posting your drabbles on here for us anymore? Like The Mermaid by the way :-))

Gatling gun
the Gatling gun, the invention of Dr. Richard Jordan Gatling A north Carolina dentist. Although invented in 1861, it didn't see active service until 1863. The first Set of 6 were destroyed in a fire in the factory.
It first use on the battle field did little to impress it only infuriated the southern troops and drew down heavy fire on them. It is the only known rapid fire weapon to still be in service after the American Civil war.


Welcome to the second in the ABC Drabbles of death series, as can be expected we have reached the letter 'B'. The series will take each letter of the alphabet and I'll write a death themed drabble based on that letter.
If you missed the first in the series - 'A is for Axe' then do not worry, because you will find all of the drabbles from this series on this page:
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And now...
B is for Buried
Smothered in darkness, the air is warm and it’s difficult to breath. Where am I? How did I get here? I don’t remember! I cry out for help, my voice loud in my ears. The walls press close, I cannot move. The suffocating tomb swallows my frantic prayers.
Exhausted I slip into my personal darkness only to awake in the nightmare once more, the air is warmer and I feel light headed. I’m so weak that I lay in silence. Panic becomes my final companion in the darkness and it will hold me close until the air is no more.
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You probably could do as well, we all could when we have to. Hopefully, it's not something any of us will have to put into practise.