Post by uath on Apr 28, 2011 5:44:43 GMT 1
I've been moving furnature from my parent's house all day. I've smashed both my thumb and my right big toe. It was 90 degrees in the shade and all those big old antiques weighed at least a ton each...ah moving. It makes for a snuggly love-nest with your wife.
Let's do a composite story. I'll start.......
The Gibbet On The Moor
The sky was a hovering, dripping mass of grey. It was a full hour before sunset, but you couldn't tell. It was dim misery and the road wound through the bare trees of February with only a few fallen leaves for company. You could just glimpse the green moor that marked the end of the forest.
The Highwayman waited.
He still wore most of his old uniform. After years of fighting for the crown, he was cast aside, with no home to go back to, and no hope of a decent job. All he had left was his old horse pistol and his long knife. He was hungry, cold, and alone. He needed a horse and he needed money.
He had been at Waterloo. He knew how to keep his powder dry and he knew how to kill.
Let's do a composite story. I'll start.......
The Gibbet On The Moor
The sky was a hovering, dripping mass of grey. It was a full hour before sunset, but you couldn't tell. It was dim misery and the road wound through the bare trees of February with only a few fallen leaves for company. You could just glimpse the green moor that marked the end of the forest.
The Highwayman waited.
He still wore most of his old uniform. After years of fighting for the crown, he was cast aside, with no home to go back to, and no hope of a decent job. All he had left was his old horse pistol and his long knife. He was hungry, cold, and alone. He needed a horse and he needed money.
He had been at Waterloo. He knew how to keep his powder dry and he knew how to kill.
