Yep, it’s the spookiest time of the year again. Where the little children knock on your door demanding sweets and the not so little children knock demanding money. Where I work the canteen people have been running a competition for scariest looking pumpkin. You have to present your pumpkin to them and the one they think gives them the shivers the most will win a free meal. Not bad I thought considering a meal there will cost you about £3.50. However it was my face that looked scary when I was browsing through the grocery store when I saw pumpkins for sale at £4. They weren’t even organic ones as well!
Enough of my shock on the cost of pumpkins, here’s some prose to check out if you wish.
Enough of my shock on the cost of pumpkins, here’s some prose to check out if you wish.
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Charles was sitting on the toilet seat now, he pulled out a packet of cigarettes looked at the shiny gold box twinkle in the bottom left corner and then crushed it. He crumpled the box in the palm of his hand and threw it to the ground. He leaned back against the toilet to relax and help his memory carry on flowing.
He smacked the bank manager with the butt of his pistol repeatedly, whilst screaming various expletives at him. He remembered how Gregor had to lunge over from the front seat and stop him from carrying on. The driver, Davey pulled out on to a field where they pulled over briefly pulled the bank manager out and Charles smacked him one more time across the jaw so that as he hit the ground red coloured saliva came spluttering out of his mouth. He lay on the grass motionless. Charles and Gregor jumped back in the car and they carried off across the grass. Gregor looked at Charles is disgust.
“Hey, Charlie boy! Couldn’t be bothered to frisk him, no? Thought your self too good to check his pockets, eh? You think yourself the big man do ya, that you didn’t consider this man an intelligent one? Didn’t bother to consider it no? Or, did you forget Charlie? You forgot to frisk him didn’t you? We’ve spent three months planning this, all of us knew what we had to do, we memorised it, what route to take and where to meet up, how long we should be in the bank, where to deposit the cash, everything. And now it’s for nothing, absolutely nothing and all because you, yes you, forgot to check that liver spotted, white collar piece of shit. And now you’ve cost us £30,000 each. Our money is gone and it’s all because of your stupidity.”
Charles couldn’t even look at Gregor. He stared at the floor feeling the anger starting to rise up within him. It was his own anger, his own doing. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself. He noticed the mobile phone on the floor and picked it up before snapping it cleanly in two.
They ditched the car as they neared woodland and decided to split their separate ways and not contact each other for two weeks.
Charles, regretted bringing that memory up again, he could feel the shame shower all over him again. How could he of been so idiotic? And Gregor never let him forget, never. He despised Gregor for many years but no matter how much he wanted to rid himself of the lanky balding scum, Gregor would always manage to weave his way back into his life. However, Charlie never told Gregor he never wanted to have anything to do with him again. He avoided that. The reason being was that to do anything illegal he required his craftiness to execute any job. They both knew this and for that reason Charles never took charge of any job they planned. He craved to take the lead but every time he tried Gregor would just take over, mock him in some why to douse his confidence and then manipulate his why into being in charge.
“Fuck sakes Charlie. We’ll be late.” Said Marla banging on the door.
He smacked the bank manager with the butt of his pistol repeatedly, whilst screaming various expletives at him. He remembered how Gregor had to lunge over from the front seat and stop him from carrying on. The driver, Davey pulled out on to a field where they pulled over briefly pulled the bank manager out and Charles smacked him one more time across the jaw so that as he hit the ground red coloured saliva came spluttering out of his mouth. He lay on the grass motionless. Charles and Gregor jumped back in the car and they carried off across the grass. Gregor looked at Charles is disgust.
“Hey, Charlie boy! Couldn’t be bothered to frisk him, no? Thought your self too good to check his pockets, eh? You think yourself the big man do ya, that you didn’t consider this man an intelligent one? Didn’t bother to consider it no? Or, did you forget Charlie? You forgot to frisk him didn’t you? We’ve spent three months planning this, all of us knew what we had to do, we memorised it, what route to take and where to meet up, how long we should be in the bank, where to deposit the cash, everything. And now it’s for nothing, absolutely nothing and all because you, yes you, forgot to check that liver spotted, white collar piece of shit. And now you’ve cost us £30,000 each. Our money is gone and it’s all because of your stupidity.”
Charles couldn’t even look at Gregor. He stared at the floor feeling the anger starting to rise up within him. It was his own anger, his own doing. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself. He noticed the mobile phone on the floor and picked it up before snapping it cleanly in two.
They ditched the car as they neared woodland and decided to split their separate ways and not contact each other for two weeks.
Charles, regretted bringing that memory up again, he could feel the shame shower all over him again. How could he of been so idiotic? And Gregor never let him forget, never. He despised Gregor for many years but no matter how much he wanted to rid himself of the lanky balding scum, Gregor would always manage to weave his way back into his life. However, Charlie never told Gregor he never wanted to have anything to do with him again. He avoided that. The reason being was that to do anything illegal he required his craftiness to execute any job. They both knew this and for that reason Charles never took charge of any job they planned. He craved to take the lead but every time he tried Gregor would just take over, mock him in some why to douse his confidence and then manipulate his why into being in charge.
“Fuck sakes Charlie. We’ll be late.” Said Marla banging on the door.
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