The concept is simple. At the end of each episode, you'll be given a set of options. These options dictate where the story goes next. Read the episode, then leave a comment with the number of the path

I have an itch on my brain. It's mild right now. And don't you dare ask me how... How do you scratch an itch on your brain? Well you don't. That's the short answer. But it's getting worse. I'm trying to

This poem was inspired by, and includes, the following words - as demanded by YOU! Taradiddle @johleen Twerking @artonmysleeve Cup @atopy Previous challenge: Look What I Can Do I can balance one small

If you've ever hung out With unsavoury sorts Then you've probably been laughed at For sharing your thoughts But if ever that memory Has stopped you from speaking When you think of something That others

I wish I could be a pirate. Drinking rum with my breakfast each day! Plundering islands and pillaging vessels Which dared to get into my way. Arr! :D I'd kill for the life of a pirate. I'd be the best

A handsome, blood-stained severed head Sits alone upon my bed It dyes the sheets a lovely red That handsome blood-stained severed head I'm not too sure how it got there The head does naught but sit and

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You may not think that the life of a stick is very interesting. This is because you've never been a stick. And you've never met George. A stick's life almost always begins as a twig, surrounded by brother

This poem was inspired by, and includes, the following words - as demanded by YOU! Vote @samwicallis Cat @atopy Hippy @artonmysleeve Nice @bobokyaw Anguilliform @Johleen Original thread: Cats Love Trees

I work with these guys every day. Thought I'd grab a snap. Taken on Canon eos 650d using 18-55mm lense.

It doesn't feel good to keep stress locked up. So once in a while, try swearing. There's nothing a "shit" or a "cunt" can't solve. You've just got to stop fucking caring.

The sound of the train clattered closer (Clack clack) As I looked the young man in the eye. He pleaded with me to step off of the tracks. Told me if I stayed here, then I'd die. The train looked so small

Imagine a world Where the weird stuff is normal Where fun stuff is stiff, And where stiff stuff's informal Where we join the queue At the front of the line Where we curse loud in public And it's perfectly

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He saw the car he wanted. It was dark. He looked around. He couldn't see a movement. He couldn't hear a sound. So he broke into the house By smashing windows with a brick. He quickly found the car keys,

Can you crack this riddle I made? Place your guess in the comments. I will reveal the answer in a few days! I exist in the water And on the dry land You might pick me up, then Drop me out of your hand

I often write poetry by saying "hey give me a random word" to somebody. For example, my latest poem was inspired by the word 'cloud'. But I thought to myself: wouldn't it be interesting if I

I saw a cloud drift past today. Just one. No more came by. Clouds do not normally interest me But this one caught my eye You see, this cloud looked like a boat A Longship, with its oars It shimmered in

Wonderful art courtesy of @atopy Monsters Under the Bed A poem by WrongJohn "There's no such thing" my mother said "As children living on your bed!" Yes, that's it. If you feel robbed,

"Good night little sausage" My mother whispered as she wrapped me up tight and snug in a little plastic packet with my 7 brothers and sisters. "It's cold tonight" She warned me, closing