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[Harryb412]

Thought I'd share some stuff.
A little project/writing challenge, stories/snippets that are exactly 100 words in length.

Ten Seconds.
Ten seconds on the clock and I’m wondering whether - nine - this is actually happening; not long on the squad - eight - and I’m already confronted with something as cliche as - seven - a bomb with an actual countdown. I’m half expecting - six - some sort of masked villain to enter the room - five - to announce his plan, but I don’t think he’d - four - have time for that. And now there are only three seconds left on the clock and I realize I’ve wasted - two - my final thoughts. I don’t even have any kick - one - ass final words. I hope someone remembers to feed the—-

Violent Altercation.
The young man thought it important to note that, despite his unfortunate appearance caused by a recent violent altercation, the fellow he fought with, an old friend until events that had recently transpired caused the relationship to turn sour, had been damaged far worse. Indeed, a crooked nose and swollen eye were nought compared to a cracked knuckle and broken thumb in his eyes. Though some may beg to differ had they been informed of the nature behind the young man’s assailant’s hand injuries, a powerful punch backfiring somewhat due to the attacker’s inexperience. Regardless, they both looked quite foolish.

Not You.
I feel obliged to put forward the assertion that the faults of our relationship were not your own, which is to say I object to the idea that you are to blame for our altercations; for I feel that I need to carry the burden of guilt. Indeed, life leads us down many paths and ours are simply diverging, again, not through fault of your own, but due to changes in my outlook of the world and growth as a person. That isn’t to say I’ve raised my standards. I simply mean to put forward that it’s me, not you.

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If only... XD

Why "code four", by the way? 0.o

[Harryb412]

If only... XD

Why "code four", by the way? 0.o

Four is a cool number.
Code makes it sound somewhat authoritive.

Also: I posted something I wrote a while ago on my website, it's a pretty big wall of text so I'll only post an extract here:

I discovered the scene on a cold, wet Tuesday morning on the streets, at first I couldn’t believe my eyes, but that was likely due to the drizzling rain fogging up my glasses. I wiped my glasses on my trousers to clear them up and blinked in disbelief. A vibrant red sports car was parked on the dull double yellow lines.

A blatant disregard to justice.

The quiet scene was disrupted by a sudden voice,

“Should probably write them a ticket,” it was my partner, Erikson; he was tall, dark and not very handsome.

“I’m going to,” I replied quietly, concentrating on writing the ticket. To my dismay my ball-point pen wasn’t working, making faint imprints on the paper. “Do you have a pen?” I asked.

“Uh,” Erikson began to pat himself down, “I’m sure I did have one,” he checked his pockets – twice. “If I did have one, I don’t know. It might have fallen out of my pocket.” He checked his left pocket a third time. “Uh-huh, it definitely fell out, there’s a hole in this pocket.”

I cursed under my breath, at this rate the Double Yellow Offender would get off scot-free. On any other day he, or she for that matter, would, but this isn’t any other day. This is my day on the streets, and no violator of the law gets by on my watch.

Full version: http://www.goodluckcowboy.co.uk/writing/cold-hard-streets