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Surrey Phil Dec 2021 12:08pm, 7 Dec 2021 7,734 posts	0 Surrey Phil Winston felt foolish to have trusted O’Brien. The rats were the last straw. The cell door opened and Winston got up. Two expressionless guards grabbed him and led him down the narrow corridor where he had been previously in Room 101. He heard a revolver being drawn from its holster. The end would be sudden. Instead of the click of the hammer, all he heard was two thuds, two groans and silence. The guards lay at his feet. He felt afraid to turn but was compelled to do so. O’Brien stood before him with the guards beneath him. Their bloodied heads had been pistol-whipped. “Silence!” O’Brien whispered. Winston nodded. The pair walked into what looked like a side room but without walls. He was outside – alone. The door closed behind him. Winston shivered having not experienced this in what seemed like an eternity. He sensed someone behind him. It was a recognisable scent. “Hello,” said the woman. Winston turned with tears in his dirty eyes. It was Julia. She was alive, well and they were together once more. There was a sense of freedom. But was it true freedom or what Big Brother had intended freedom to be?
XB Dec 2021 12:20pm, 7 Dec 2021 13,737 posts	0 XB The poor young princess was put into a coma for 100 years. "What we need is a Prince to break the curse" "Hold my beer" said Ghislaine.
Helegant Dec 2021 1:31pm, 7 Dec 2021 7,134 posts	0 Helegant "When I wrote that letter," replied Darcy, "I believed myself perfectly calm and cool, but I am since convinced that it was written in a dreadful bitterness of spirit." “Hmm” thought Elizabeth, “Bitterness”… “that doesn’t bode well. “Nevertheless, he can name the emotion so maybe he’s not irredeemable.” "The letter, perhaps, began in bitterness, but it did not end so. The adieu is charity itself. But think no more of the letter. The feelings of the person who wrote, and the person who received it, are now so widely different from what they were then, that every unpleasant circumstance attending it ought to be forgotten. You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure." “There”, she thought, “that should do it. Let’s see if he can take the hint to move on and be a bit more positive.” “"I cannot give you credit for any philosophy of the kind. Your retrospections must be so totally void of reproach, that the contentment arising from them is not of philosophy, but, what is much better, of innocence.” Elizabeth sighed. "I cannot give you credit" Darcy was rewriting her own words to suit his fantasy. Not good. He continued, “But with me, it is not so. Painful recollections will intrude which cannot, which ought not, to be repelled. I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle. As a child I was taught what was right, but I was not taught to correct my temper. “ Elizabeth’s spirits sank a little further. And Darcy, once he had started digging a hole, wasn’t about to let go of the spade, “I was given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit. Unfortunately an only son (for many years an only child), I was spoilt by my parents, who, though good themselves (my father, particularly, all that was benevolent and amiable), allowed, encouraged, almost taught me to be selfish and overbearing; to care for none beyond my own family circle; to think meanly of all the rest of the world; to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and worth compared with my own. Such I was, from eight to eight and twenty; and such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth!” “Oh shit” thought Elizabeth. He’s a spoiled toddler. I reckon he could keep up the ‘lovely Elizabeth’ routine for a while, but what will he be like at fifty when his wet shirts look sweaty rather than sexy. Even a stately home and pissing off Lady Catherine isn’t worth living with that.” "Upon my word, sir," cried Elizabeth, "your character is such that I fear we would not be compatible for more than a twelvemonth. I do assure you that I am not one of those young ladies (if such young ladies there are) who are so daring as to risk their happiness on the chance of living with a self-declared emotional cripple, even for £10000 a year. I am perfectly serious in my refusal. You could not make me happy, and I am convinced that I am the last woman in the world who could make you so." There was a long pause. “I think you might be right” muttered Darcy, already wondering whether Lady Catherine’s daughter might be persuaded to overlook a few temper tantrums in return for designer dresses and a lifetime supply of botox.
CMS Dec 2021 1:54pm, 7 Dec 2021 First-time poster!!	0 CMS Just then they heard tapping, followed by a loud thump, outside the room, perhaps from the hallway, or the stairs at its end. They turned to watch the open door, expecting the entrance of who or whatever was making the sounds, neither with any idea who or what might have made them. A slight scraping noise came next as they glanced at each other, puzzled, then looked back at the door. "Umm," said Elizabeth. "Ahh," said Darcy. "Are you expecting someone else?" "Not at this time of day," said Darcy. "But there's certainly a chance that..." His words were cut off as...
CMS Dec 2021 1:54pm, 7 Dec 2021 2 posts	0 CMS Just then they heard tapping, followed by a loud thump, outside the room, perhaps from the hallway, or the stairs at its end. They turned to watch the open door, expecting the entrance of whoever or whatever was making the sounds, neither with any idea who or what might have made them. A slight scraping noise came next as they glanced at each other, puzzled, then looked back at the door. "Umm," said Elizabeth. "Ahh," said Darcy. "Are you expecting someone else?" "Not at this time of day," said Darcy. "But there's certainly a chance that..." His words were cut off as...
Diogenes Dec 2021 2:54pm, 7 Dec 2021 65,100 posts	0 Diogenes M. Bouc assembled the passengers in the dining car of the Orient Express. The room was a fug of furs and cigars. "As you will all know, two men have been murdered on this train." There was a gasp from assembled throng. "Two?" questioned Colonel Arbuthnot. "Yes, two. M. Ratchett and M. Hercule Poirot, the world's greatest detective. Both were stabbed 12 times." "Poirot?" spat Princess Dragomirrof "That pompous little Belgian with the ridiculous moustache? I have no doubt his title is self-described." "Yes, poor M. Poirot, but how fortunate he was on board this train when such grisly murders should take place." "I don't see anything fortunate about it, not now he too is dead," spluttered Mary Debenham. He can't help you now." "Oh, but he has already solved the crime. His body is a confession in blood signed by the blows of twelve people who stood to lose as a result of the employment of his little grey cells. The same twelve people who took revenge on Ratchett, or should I say, Cassetti?" A silence fell on the room. "I told you this was a mistake," hissed Princess Dragomiroff to Arbuthnot. "The strange thing is," mused Bouc, "is that you might have walked off this train free men and women had it only been Cassetti that you killed, but you will hang for the murder of Poirot."
Merry Christmas and Happy NewG(rrr) Dec 2021 2:56pm, 7 Dec 2021 40,475 posts	0 Merry Christmas and Happy NewG(rrr) [Dio, now that is a well worn plot, thoroughly, and arguably to its improvement, twisted! G ]
Velocirappingpaper Dec 2021 7:25pm, 7 Dec 2021 55,318 posts	0 Velocirappingpaper After waving James and Albus Severus off on the Hogwarts Express, Harry and Ginny went to the café on Platform 9 3/4, where little Lily scampered off to the play area and cavorted around swishing imaginary robes and pretending to cast spells while her parents ordered lunch. "Haven't you told her yet?" said Ron as he and Hermione joined them at the table. "Told who what?" scowled Ginny defensively. "Told Lily that she's a squib," said Ron, in tones that were hushed for him. "She must be starting to ask why she's not like the rest of you." "We've suspected for a couple of years," said Hermione. "We weren't sure, because we assumed that you'd have been eligible for prenatal testing with Harry's Aunt Petunia being a profound squib, and we didn't think you'd have chosen to go ahead and have one. I was tested, of course, with my parents being muggles, and it's just as well because having a grandchild who wasn't, you know, normal, would have broken Molly's heart. And it wouldn't have been fair on our other children to lumber them with handicapped siblings. Ginny went pale. "We just didn't think it could happen to us and we didn't think anyone else had noticed yet, but we're waiting for the results of diagnostic tests," she said. "Has Mum said anything to you about Lily?" "Not to us, not yet," said Ron. "But it's only a matter of time." -0-0- "They're right," said Harry. "She's our daughter and we love her, but the kindest thing would be to give her the chance to grow up among her own sort. I have an idea ... " -0-0- "Cousin Harry! What brings me the rare treat of a visit from you and your beautiful wife?" boomed Dudley Dursley, who had matured into a loud but fundamentally decent adult. "Kayleigh! Set two extra places for dinner and get the good wine out!" Harry explained his predicament. And Dudley started to laugh, escalating to a roaring guffaw that had him rolling on the sofa. Then he pulled himself together until only a slight shake of his shoulders betrayed his continued amusement. "Well, that's just perfect!" he declared. "Our Jayden is one of your lot and Kayleigh and I were wondering what we should do with him because we can't give him the care he needs and Arlo and Yasmin will never understand. Looks like we can help one another. Mum will be over the moon, she's never bonded with Jayden because he reminds her of her horrible sister."
LindsD Dec 2021 7:42pm, 7 Dec 2021 51,338 posts	0 LindsD love that
Welshpoppy Dec 2021 7:45pm, 7 Dec 2021 1,514 posts	0 Welshpoppy I loved DiosDiogenes