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  1. Sad that Alf has died but at least he has one of my favorites to welcome him through the pearly gates Seems his got a few more people to meet first before he goes to do a spot of fishing sitting on a cloud.. Question has the She Hulk movie been out yet? If it has I have missed it Nice little scene with Matt and Evie and all the Geoff and Melody scenes were great too. Worthy late night reading
  2. Oh thank you will read it soon. Not quite the witching hour quite yet though
  3. Oh frog legs and toad in the hole they are there for some foreshadowing fortelling of something to happen in the future I'm not blowing my trumpet here but I thought that was very clever Leah peeing up VJ's leg ah you can't beat some good toilet humour As for Brody thinking Ash was a dreamboat I went into it only thinking of Brody but now you mention it worriedly there could be some truth of what you say Ash and Billie share the same genes and Billie was a dreamboat sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.......But for my saving grace I don't think Ash and Billie are related in this.. sooo phew no I don't have a thing for Ash see there is a sort of plan behind my madness And lastly all I have to is Raffy the scarecrow Thank you for reading
  4. Thank you for your comments Chapter 5 Alf Stewart is going all out to impress and woo Irene,that is why he sits amongst his huge but very limited choices of clothes awaiting VJ’s approval. The old man’s wide scope of a clothing line ranges from his collection of checked flannel styled shirts there was a green one for when Alf was feeling a bit under the whether, A blue one for he when he was feeling at one with his fish or the red one for when he felt the need to run some great galah out of town. VJ, VJ young fella? Alf sighs throwing his hands up into the air the young galah seemed to be daydreaming. VJ at this very moment in time seems distracted. Not surprising really the whereabouts of his rather high pitched screaming annoying mother has become unknown. And not having her stern looking face around the joint while it being sort of a blessing for him he can’t help but be ever so slightly worried she had promised them all a slice of chocolate mud cake tonight as a way of a reward for cleaning the kitchen up But there was little hope of getting to taste said chocolate cake it would seem Leah hasn’t been seen or heard from all day. Well that isn’t exactly true VJ has crossed paths with her today, well crossed paths with a black cat coughing up fur balls anyways. VJ remembers Irene smiling at him and asking if he liked her new found pet. VJ had nodded but was slightly taken back by the fact that Irene’s new found pet was trying to claw at her long leathery legs while hissing and spitting at her. A very odd reaction was happening to VJ too as he gazed at Irene and he was well concerned to say the very least Irene seemed to be giving him the tingles. she was looking rather foxy to say the very least, that was up until the point VJ turned around and was carrying his and Billie’s Luc’s milkshakes back towards his table the last fleeting forgotten look of lust at Irene had VJ shuddering, there was something off with her Olivia had been right her very bizarre text message she had sent me made sense to him now.. VJ came back from his daydream and was suddenly overwhelmed with a flood of Alf’s random questions.. “VJ young fella what flaming fishing hat do you think I should wear? Oh and what about my flaming jacket? Now I have that huge orange SAS duffel jacket or my big yellow rescue jacket I need some flaming guidance here” “Mr S I’m sure just your company will be enough to impress Irene she’s not that scary” VJ says gazing through the heavy suddenly shocking downpour lashing its onslaught of water at the windows Off in the distance there were the sound of wailing insane crackling those crickets weren’t half loud tonight VJ thinks Your not flaming help you young galah I’m trying to impress old war stories and talking about my tackle just won’t cut it on their own I…” “Your tackle Mr S?” VJ shudders for the second time in the past twenty four hours as he has a very disturbing image pass through his mind. “My fishing tackle, stone the crows you youngsters and your dirty flaming minds” VJ is about to protest but stops short as Billie wanders on through looking quite confused. “Err Irene’s upstairs” she says looking towards the front door which stands untouched and bolted shut Brody Morgan had been happily going about his vegetable patch humming to himself. Raffy stood next to him lightly billowing in the light wind of the night There are no signs of the heavy storm just yet, and the sound of Raffy’s straw scarecrow arms rustling in the wind helps calm Brody. But then as in a instant this relaxing like farm life is shattered The hard downpour of the fierce storm hits and then there’s a gale force whooshing sound which whips from above which knocks Brody squarely down face first into his juicy red cherry tomatoes. He quickly rolls onto his back looking startled the cloudy sky greets him with outbursts of very high pitched crackles of spooky laughter then a very impressive top speed is the flying broomstick. Is that Irene sat on top of that broom? Brody wonders and if it is Irene isn’t looking where she is going she seems to be texting, and there’s black cat perched on the top of her long and pointed hat. The cats eyes glow yellow in the darkness. Brody decides that no he isn’t going crazy. It must be down to the fresh countryside air and it’s somehow made him very high on the joys of growing his own food, because Irene Roberts doesn’t really go around flying on broomsticks. Irene Roberts wipes down your table at the diner Brody picks himself up and decides to go share his worried concerns with Raffy being made from straw meant she couldn’t laugh at him all she could do was listen and sway and scare away any other monsters that just might be lurking out there somewhere in the darkness. Brody felt safe with Raffy he had warned his family that this town might not have been as sunny and dreamy as it like to make out and just having witnessed the local diner lady flying amongst the clouds texting on her phone had confirmed that maybe this town had some very well hidden secrets Irene isn’t texting she is indeed making use of the dating styled app that goes by the name of Kermit. But this app has a difference On Kermit you still swipe to the right of a person you like the look of, but with Kermit the difference is those people aren’t there for you to maybe date. These people are here and it is down to you being the witch to choose people on their toad likeness. Which of these lovely handsome people would you like to turn into a toad? Ah there’s a fella here, goes by the name of a Dr Nate Copper. Oh yes here’s another one Martin Ashford. Irene crackles it is at this point she glides on through Luc’s upstairs bedroom window. It’s been a long and tiring night shift for Tori Morgan at the hospital. But rather than finishing the day as a grumpy pants as she sometimes does. Tori tonight has a spring in her step. Tori the lucky little minx she’s off out on a double date, she has been set up on a double blind date with a guy called Nate and the other guy he goes by the name of Ash. Tori promises to tell the gossiping nosey doctors about all she gets up tomorrow. Alf, VJ and Billie enter into Luc’s bedroom to see Irene hunched over her cot grinning down at the small baby. “Errrr ok do you mind moving aside please? Billie asks as her motherly instincts kick in There’s seems to be a hint of danger surrounding Irene that Billie doesn’t really care for. “Awwww Cute little pumpkin” Irene says moving aside. She glances towards Alf with a hint of mischief in her spooky eyes. “Ah Alf my goodness darl, orange really suits you Makes you look like a big cuddly pumpkin and I like those a lot they tend to bring out my wild side” Alf nudges VJ and grins “See my orange duffel SAS coat is a right flaming hit with the ladies” VJ laughs but not because of Alf’s comment its because of a very soft feeling black cat who is rubbing itself up his leg purring. Leah hopes that her son connects the dots and realises the affective bond that is shared between a Mother and son in fact Leah gets so excited she pees down VJ’s leg. “Oooooh VJ darl my cat likes you it would seem” Irene crackles leaps forwards takes Alf by the arm, he can’t help but feel the excited little butterflies flutter in his stomach at her touch, he already feels onto a promise that is until he is sat behind her gripping her around the middle and whooshing away on the supremely well thicken well weight consuming broomstick. VJ pulls his phone from his pocket and calls Olivia while looking wide eyed out of the bedroom window. “VJ?” “Yes Olivia you know you texted earlier asking me if I thought Irene was acting strangely?” “Yes” “Well she and Mr S have just flown out of the window on a broomstick” “Wait there Hunter and I will be right over” Brody stands peering at a long blonde haired man quite the dreamboat really “Do you serve any frog legs here mate?” the long dreamboat blonde man asks he can’t deny either that this chef as the most bluest most sparkly eyes he has ever come across. “Why yes, yes we do we have the best frog legs you will ever taste mate” Ash smiles closes the menu and awaits his date too arrive. As does Nate who sits a few tables behind, he has gone for the choice of having the Toad in the hole. Maybe these two men should have waited for Tori to at least turn up before ordering but these two men were big and tall and strong and were very well respected men of the community well at least for the time being they are.
  5. I look forward to my late night reading
  6. That sure was a long list of people waiting downstairs just goes to show how many characters are in this and everyone isnt back in town yet Very cool that Geoff has returned to help Alf pass over as to speak and Melody I'm sure she will show up somewhere in the present soon enough Very sad little chat with Alf and Roo as well
  7. Thank you yes the aim is to make you giggle Thanks giggling is good Still lost for words? Thank you glad you are enjoying Yes Leah is a cat every witch needs one I was picturing what my dream witch would look like here not so muc Irene haha Oh yes Hunter's head tilt I haven't noticed it myself but then again I don't watch Hunter that closely Yes I had a bat cape that got ripped very upsetting haha New chapter I think will be tomorrow
  8. Thank you for the comments everyone Now this one has a sexaul reference in it Chapter 4 Olivia scrambles at her bedside table for her phone, surely the sound that she has just heard was a binging of a text message, probably from Hunter telling her to leave her bedroom window open, so he could climb inside and give her that very cute charming little cheeky grin and that adorable head tilt that he so often did, and then he would cuddle up to her and the coldness of the night would just wash over the both of them until daybreak dawned. But Olivia was both surprised and disappointed when her phone showed nothing but a blank screen the battery seemly to have died in the middle of the night. As the shadows around her room loomed she hears the odd sound once more, The thud followed by the groan and finished off with the cry of joy. Then Irene makes her exit from walk in closet, she smiles spookily over to Olivia holding up a pair of fishnet tights. “Mind if I borrow these girly?” Olivia gazes across barely finding her bedside lamp to enlighten the room with its orangey blaze of brightness. “Irene?” “Yes Darl” Irene asks looking kind of mystic and magical somehow her appearances has a certain shining glow to it or so Olivia thinks. “What has happened to your face?” Irene frowns and pouts Irene had had the shock of her life earlier on in evening, when she had caught her reflection staring back at her giant bathroom mirror, oozing warts had invested themselves all over her now long and drawn out face. Her nose seemed have grown sort of extra sharp and pointy, her eyes were a glorious yellow and were nothing short but dazzling. Irene had planned to go to bed the effects from the pumpkin juice had made her very drowsy, but as soon as she had exited the bathroom Irene had a sudden urge to get her new found witches outfit sorted, that beginning with the long and pointy black witches hat she had managed to find at the back of her closet. The hat was covered in dust it made her want to sneeze,, as it turned out her new found pointy nose was home to a nice long and stingy green sloppy bogey Next she wanted to search out some kind of black long cloak. As it turned out Chris’s old batman cape that he had gotten from comic con finally served its purpose. Now came the turn for Olivia’s fishnet tights and what do we have here long knee high leather boots as well “Rennie are you feeling ok?” Olivia asks looking more than baffled at Irene slipping into her long leather boots. “Oh yes darl more alive than ever” Olivia shivers slightly at the slight crackle that comes out of Irene makes her sit bolt up right in her bed Olivia didn’t sleep much for the rest of the night. The sun is shinning brightly the next morning and Irene walks down the stairs to be greeted by hawk eyed gazes from Matt, Chris and Olivia. They are all staring at Irene in her outrageous witches outfit. “Going through a goth stage are we Irene?” Matt asks looking wide eyed. “Hey that’s my Batman cape don’t get it crinkled” Chris says worriedly. “Ha Irene all you need now is a broomstick Matt adds feeling very proud of his witty comment But Irene turns at the bottom of the stairs her giant pointy witches hat touching the ceiling. “I already have one of those broomsticks at work, see you all later on my loves.” Irene starts to wobbly make her way across the carpet towards the front door, but walking in giant heeled leather boots is eaiser said than done and is very challenging. The laughter from both Matt and Chris makes her whip around and start to hiss at them. “Shut up or you will find yourselves as my pet toads ah well have a nice day she then slams the door so hard that it shakes in its very frame. “I have never seen Irene like this before” Olivia says looking quite worried. “Oh you know I’m sure it’s just passing phrase. “Time of the month must be” Chris looks to Matt and he nods in agreement Olivia sighs very loudly. Alf nearly falls from his stool when he catches sight of Irene walking into the diner. “Flaming dory jumping kangaroos Irene you look like a flaming million dollars” Irene strokes Alf’s cheek and flutters her eyelashes at him. “Why thank you charmer” Alf then watches as Irene sort of floats into the kitchen. In there she spots Leah sweeping up some crumbles with her broom. “Oh hi Irene, what really you come dressed as a witch to work Irene it’s not Halloween themed until next week you know that” Leah stands there glaring and tapping her foot party because she had planned to come as a witch too but now Irene had ruined that. “Oh don’t be such a grumpy pants Leah and here darl give me my broom THAT’S MINE” Leah lets out a loud yelp as Irene whips the broomstick away from her. “HEY WATCH IT” Leah yells. Leah, Leah, Leah oh my dear Leah, you really do think you’re the alpha male of this kitchen don’t you? Well let me tell you that you’re nothing more than a pussycat.” With the speed of lightening Irene whips the witches wand out that she oddly had found nestled inside one of her books being used as a bookmark, and she blasts a magical charge across the kitchen at Leah, who with a very startled look on her face starts to pur and pur and then grow long whispers after that she hunches over and shrinks and then she is a black cat. Irene picks Leah up and carries her outside to see Alf reading his newspaper. “Oh Alf my darling would you like to have a play with my pussy?” Alf rips at his paper as he digs his fingers tearing a big gaping hole down the centre of it he then pokes his head through and asks with huge gaping bulging shocked eyes “I beg your flaming pardon?” “My cat Alf would you like to stroke her? Naughty, Naughty man whatever were you thinking of I wonder hmm?” Irene asks winking. Alf with a new found sudden bravest asks the one question he until this point had chickened out of, but from the way Irene was dressed as a sexy witch and she was flirting with him there was no doubt he choose to take the risk. “Irene would you like to flaming go on a date with me?” “Why yes Alf we will have ourselves a spellbinding experience I’m sure of it.” Alf then looks nervous as Irene crackles maybe he will avoid making her laugh on this date of theirs he didn’t want to finish the night with a flaming headache he had to be up early for his fishing when all was said and done.
  9. Oh what a good idea that would have been I wish I had thought of that Of course this is beyond weird it is me would you expect anything esle?
  10. Mmmmm I can't call it really would you really kill Alf? I never ever in my life heard the saying...... Hey, turns out I’m a sucker for lame ducks
  11. I have no idea why the make the stuff I really don't I only done last Christmas it all very scary you have to suck on a lemon and lick salt as well yeah that was sooooooooooo tasty not
  12. It is a thrown back drink for any normal person I'm far from normal
  13. Thank you for the comments Sooooooooooooooo here's the next one... Chapter3 The high winds billow forcefully with high gusts through the long slender skeleton shadowed trees casting their long spiderlike bony branches across the forested undergrowth below Spooky crackles of high pitched laughter can be heard from somewhere far off in distance only too be silenced for mere moments by the huge booms of thunder vibrating themselves throughout the low hanging and heavy misted snowy clouds, that have just weaken their hold of the impending downpour of hailing raindrops, each one splashes down with a speed of such greatness that the hit from one of these glassy misted drops of wetness sounds like a mini explosion Amongst the spiderlike skeleton trees of this deep vast wasteland of doom stand countless giant black cauldrons Behind each of his oversized pots a wrinkly hunched over long nosed spotty woman stands watching with her beady eyes Every one of their cauldrons are violently blubbing over with some sort of smoky colourful liquid. And there it sits black cloaked upon a tree trunk beckoning towards her. Willing her to step forwards, just one sip that’s all it would take for her to plaster herself once more into this life that she has shielded herself away from for so long, her true being her real identity. Irene Roberts watches the big smiling PumpkinHead its grinning at her beckoning her with its glowing eyes to step forwards amongst the shadows and darkness. Irene doesn’t want to go but at the same time she does as well. It is scary but it’s like her inner being has been awoken after so long. The gateway to her witch like habits that she until this moment realises that she’s missed them so much. The PumpkinHead speaks deep and Irene is all of sudden overcome with following its instructions Yes she will take a drink a very long and refreshing drink of the orangey delightful mixture that is being offered to her. The PumpkinHead holds out its bony fingers and Irene grasps the honeycombed golden goblet and……. “Irene how about you try some of my pumpkin juice?” Brody asks shooting daggers across at Chris who is busy wafting a slice of what he claims was pumpkin cheesecake “Have some cake instead Rennie Matt says my specially is to do with my big pumpkins” Chris my man, my dude my one and only high fiving master guru too much information on the pumpkin front” Matt says slapping his now blushing boyfriend on the back. Irene’s gaze is glasslike as she takes Brody’s glass of pumpkin juice in one hand and Chris’s pumpkin cheesecake in the other, and from there Irene acts like a starved animal, the pumpkin juice is instantly thrown into her mouth like you would when downing a shot of tequila and then next Irene goes to work on the cheesecake shovelling and mashing the sweetness into her mouth. and then Irene staggers back like she’s had one two many wipes at her mouth and smiles her eyes drooling half closed her mouth slightly lopsided. “Mmmmmmm yummy yummy lovely darls” “Which one which is lovely which one of us is the winner?” Brody asks bouncing forwards. “If you say me I will come and eat in the diner for the next two weeks” Brody says winking. “Yeah like that would ever happen you risking getting your beard all greasy or milk stained with the diners milkshakes oh yeah suuuuure” Chris mocks “I like pumpkins so I don’t really care which of you wins” Irene simply states and strumbles off she has spotted little baby Luc with Leah. “Hey Leah awwwwww how cute is this little pumpkin? Do you know that Chris and Matt, at the mention of hearing their names being called Irene hears the slap of one of Chris and Matt’s annoying high fives from somewhere in the background. “Anyway Chris and Matt they are looking for a baby” Irene says hiccupping clearly that pumpkin juice and cheesecake have well and truly gone to her head. Leah looks back with a confused expression. “Their looking how does that work? You can’t just look for a baby like you would a car” Leah can see though that Irene is half cut One of the clues being she’s been munching at a cocktail sausage on a little stick and has placed it in the hair of one Salts of the waitresses as she walked on passed. Irene pats Luc on the head giggles and chases after Brody for a little awhile in hope of getting another pumpkin juice. Whilst on her travels she quite literary bumps into Alf. “What the flam…………Oh Irene no, no matter you can knock me down at any flaming time that you want too no I mean….Stone the flaming crows” “Feeling a tiny bit tongue tied are we?” Irene slurs, and before Alf can mutter another word Irene swings him around so they look as though they are about to dance the tango. But has soon as Alf thinks that his luck might just be in here Irene spring steps away from him and goes for another pumpkin juice. Back beyond the veil of her darken mind the PumpkinHead smiles and hands Irene another of her pumpkin juices. The witches choice and only drink able to bring these insane crackling troublesome old hags even close to the feelings of drunkenness. The witches of Irene’s coven have started to gather around her and crackle loudly in the wake of her tipsiness and hungover state Irene Roberts will soon grow to join with her sisterhood once again. Maybe there’s some truth behind the claim that drinking can bring the worse out of you Only time will tell.
  14. Not so plain sailing for Ruby and Nicole then Again there's quite a few stories to get my head around here
  15. Thats why I enjoy your stories
  16. My stories haven't got as bad as the Transformers movies yet have they? But saying that I will go see robots fight endlessly for near enough three hours again I'm sure
  17. I'm not mocking her as such its just the name Raffy lends itself and seems quite fitting to so many wacky and wonderful characters I can think up.. And Thanks for saying that you will always read my stories its nice to have fans I just write them and post my stories and then I see who reads them I don't expect you to read the chapters as soon as I post them I'm not that much of a diva
  18. You just made me jump again I need to turn my speakers down Yep I wasn't even going to have Raffy in this story but when there's a laugh to be had I will take it
  19. No not as yet they don't have a clue where this baby is coming from I imagine them both just thinking wooo what a fun idea but no forward planning haha Might as well be a baby stork on the way Haha sometimes there are no words to be said in this life are they? Thanks I feel very proud that I have rendered you speechless While I have this story planned out I added the Raffy scarecrow part in especially for you JT I was hoping you would show up
  20. Thank you Kristen Jarile Red Ludub and Kellicopter for your comments on the first chapter Chapter 2 Matt opens his mouth nice and wide, just about to enter into it is the blissful grease filled taste of heaven with fried egg sausages and quite the overload of rashers of crispy bacon. The best cure to fight against the thundering thumping monster of a hangover he was experiencing on this fine day. Cho, Cho here comes the grease filled train of goodness. “So we are looking to have a baby” Chris’s. Announces and instantly finds himself getting showered over with Irene’s spat airborne half chewed cornflakes. “Oh no not my sandwich its been ruined corn flaked Chris make me another one please” Matt sighs dumps his sandwich to his yellowed egg yoked plate and holds his poor head in his hands. “I’m sorry Chris run that by me again a baby?” “Yes Rennie you know one of those little bundles of screaming joys of fun hopefully we get a visit from the baby stork soon. Matt and I will be just awesome parents don’t you think?” Matt raises his hand to high five Chris but his efforts come off as being somewhat limp and half arsed God how much had he had to drink last night? “Yes darl you will be great, but please the next time you feel like springing something that big on me make sure my mouth isn’t so fill I nearly choked” Irene dashes up to fetch a cloth to wipe up the half eaten cereal and whit mini pools of milk that are creeping themselves across the table. Thankfully Irene’s breath no longer reeks of Brody’s very fine bottle of wine, instead she had very nice minty breath now so at least she was feeling well and truly refreshed, and not in a state of feeling sooo hangover unlike most of the rest of the town this morning. Alf was waking in his small straw fishing chair blurry eyed and confused. Kat was waking to find she had very rosy cheeks from doing a fair amount of blowing last night………. Blowing of her police whistle of course what else? Tori was nursing her own hangover but the smell of hospital alcohol hand rub was making her feel sick. Leah meanwhile was discovering that she had quite a few random phone numbers from mystery diners that she had served the day before. Meanwhile Leah’s son Vince Patterson the towns very own Pumpkin farmer or maybe just VJ for short. Yes VJ the farmer the King of Pumpkins. VJ the Pumpkin Master is busy seeing to his patch rather large orange balls of terror that would bring a spooky feel to Halloween which is only a day or two away now. The screaming of joy makes Brody look up across his mini vineyard and issue them with a very loud shushing sound, his finger pressed up hard against his lips. Brody’s grapes need utter silence to ripen to grow to their juiciest destiny, and they wouldn’t be able to take in Brody’s words of wisdom as he often likes to chat away to the small round balls of fruity goodness, and with Luc happily screaming across the way Brody’s grapes are mostly just going to throw in the towel shrivel up and die. VJ looks up and laughs, and then turns to his girlfriend Billie, who is busy craving a very spooky face out of a rather impressive looking pumpkin. Luc sits to the side clapping her tiny baby hands with joy watching. “If you watch Brody carefully Bill, you can see the like ripples in his beard as he fluffs it when he gets annoyed its very funny.” Luc screams of excitement grow louder at the sight of Billie’s near enough prefects craving of a huge smiling orange pumpkin Brody groans and rolls his eyes at Raffy their family scarecrow. Raffy looked just as Brody was feeling at this very moment hair pulled ragged and sticking every which way caused by the forceful grips of the crow beaks her face lopsided with dog drool from their furry friend Buddy as he so often jumps up and tries his best to bite at her nose. Brody sighs and starts his little side step line dance he often does to crush his beloved grapes. If he wasn’t feeling so grumpy he would go inside to fetch his grape crushing tap dancing shoes but as it was he choose to deny himself that pleasure and do it bare foot instead. He looks up and sees VJ is now rolling Luc around while she sits on top of a giant pumpkin why on earth did they have to disturb nature with their noise Brody groans again. Hunter King who has been away to hopefully find himself steps off the bus. He glares back at the bus driver as he comes very close to trapping Hunter’s huge bulk of a travelling backpack inside the buses closing doors. His bag is saved last moment because of the long slender broomstick that is poking out from the top of the bag. Hunter was confused to say the very least to get given said gift of a broomstick from his new found father. But now come to think of it and given the long hours that Hunter has studied the photo of his father while sitting on the bus, his father does very much look like a wizard the other clue being that his name is Mr Wally Dumbledore Hunter shrugs thinks little of it and makes his way back into town Later that night Irene jumps at the mere sight of Matt standing outside her front door before she had opened the door all she could make out was some kind of strange shadowed puppetry as she caught sight of Matt kissing someone with a oversized head, when she realised that indeed Chris was standing behind her and Matt was kissing one of VJ’s freshly grown large pumpkins she didn’t half feel very foolish “Here Irene happy Halloween” Matt then starts to do his best evil laughter impression and Irene does indeed shiver. The very sight of that grinning pumpkin gives her the willies she needed a drink of what she didn’t know turning she got another shock.. “Chris what the?” “My goodness Rennie babe you are very jumpy, just think later when you come downstairs for a glass of milk and cookies, that pumpkin will be grinning back at you with green glowing eyes Matt’s plugged his car battery into it cool effect eh?” Irene glances back towards the grinning pumpkin was it laughing at her? She couldn’t deny that if there is one thing she is scared of it would be pumpkins. I can make a mean pumpkin soup interested Rennie?” Irene can feel it the sudden need to be sick covering her mouth she quickly runs to the bathroom Man Chris I thought you said everyone was a fan of your cooking Matt teases smirking Irene glances into her bloodshot eyes and stands panting over the sink she was shaking and at the same time she could have killed to taste just one mouth watering dribble of a pumpkin juice.
  21. I'm very interested in seeing if you actually go and kill Alf by the end of this. Even more so than I'm interested in Nicole and Ruby Ahem indeed
  22. Oh yes that's another bonus for Brody that fluffy beard of his that you like so much will never grow grey It will stay smooth and young forever.
  23. Mind controling vampires Oh I think they are meant to be dark vicous creatures with a hunger to take control and bend us to their will.. So much better than some of these lovey dovey lovesick vampries that you come across these days I'm talking as on TV and movies not as in you might bump into one going down the shop. I have just read Salem Lot and those vampires were evil too It was alright but I like your story much better very cool. Its very cool too that Brody seemed able to outsmart Morten a tiny bit well Brody wasn't just the mindless puppet that Morten is used too But his reward for not enjoying mind controlled sex is to become a vamprie and risk being burned by sunshine sleep in coffins and hiss at garlic... Oh man can you think of having a life without garlic bread? Yes I know shocking and being asked if you would like a streak or a stake and wondering if you were going to be stabbed through the heart if you said yes But you would get to talk in a cool transilvania accent so not all bad and oh look badass Yes I enjoyed that chapter very much I'm spiked up for the next one
  24. Liked the little gaps while caught up in the passion between Aden and Kristy to confim that yes they were going to sleep together and yes indeed they are together I don't remember them having that much to do with each other so it will be cool to see how their story unfolds.. Oh and Alf and Irene's little chat was nice but sad Nicole and Ruby together eh well that would be a hot sweaty mess I look forward to their scenes
  25. Story Title: PumpkinHead Type of story: Long Main Characters: Irene Alf VJ Ash Tori Matt Chris Mick Oliva Leah Luc. BTTB rating: A Genre: Comedy horror Does story include spoilers: No don't think so Any warnings: High volumes of laughter well maybe Summary: Beware of the pumpkins PunkinHead Chapter 1 Tori Morgan stands holding her hovering clipboard Her mouth hangs ajar. The pen that she had been scribbling notes with has slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor long ago. Now long blue leaked trails of ink swirl in mini pools at the feet of Irene Roberts, a woman who claimed she was unable to ever get drunk no matter haw hard she hit the bottle. This remarkable woman claimed she never even comes close to being slightly tipsy anymore. The claim of her being a alcoholic many moons ago seems to have broken or snapped her ability to gain any sort of enjoyment that people often find with alcohol. It no longer relaxes her helps her unwind she might as well be having a glass of pop. Nowadays Irene just gives everyone the benefit of the doubt or maybe they are just over selling the claims of oh I’m bladdered or totally, totally pissed as a newt. Now lowering the wine bottle that she had greedily been necking Irene smiles at Tori and Tori gazes back at her with a look of bemused wonderment. Irene wasn’t even swaying like at all her eyes still looked fully alert. “Do you feel anything?” Tori asks she had been asking this same question of Irene ever since she had agreed to take part in this bizarre medical mystery of science clinical trail. Irene gazes at the glass bottle looks up at Tori and says simply as a somewhat throwaway comment. “Well that was refreshing darl I’m quite bloated now though But its quenched my thirst so thank you girly” Irene’s face suddenly becomes distorted with a look of intense pained indigestion discomfort. The noises coming from Irene’s stomach sound somewhat monstrous and very alien and unnatural to the human ear. Like something that has been lost within the depths of its slumber for decades but is about to rise again Tori braces herself for the impending impact which is about to make a almighty quake throughout her doctoring office. Before becoming a doctor Tori had tried her hand at being a ballet dancer, and it was down to mastering and homing these skills that the cute young doctor was light and nimble on her feet, light as a feather some might say and having Irene let out the loudest most air vibrating belch in her face caused Tori to reach out and steady herself on the small bed behind her. If it hadn’t been for that support Tori would have been blown right off her feet. Giving herself five minutes to compose herself Tori then jumps right ahead with all the questions she always asks Irene on a weekly basis. “No dizziness, no feelings of intense happiness, no sudden wants of outbursts of insane fits of giggles, do you feel wobbly, can you see straight or is it doubled in vision for you, Do you want to tell me that you love me or feel the need to kiss me? Tori asks raising her head from looking at the flow chart of reeling questions. “No darl I think maybe you watered this wine down maybe or is it just one of John’s really strong juices from his juice bar? Irene says while gazing at the empty bottle of plonk she had moments ago drained Tori shakes her head “No Irene Brody my brother you know the one who likes to keep to himself in our backyard vineyard squashing grapes with his feet claims that’s how you gain full flavour out of the grapes he says that he mixed you the deadliest cocktail that it would get you smashed by the sheer smell of it. Irene jumps down from sitting on the bed and went to the door to leave turning she said… “No Tori darl I feel as sober as a judge, I guess Kat’s waiting outside? Tori nods Irene leaves the room, Same time next week she was to drop back in to see Tori that was of course if she didn’t wake with a massive unforgiving hangover from her latest medical drinking session but the chances of that happening were slim Tori picks the empty bottle of wine up and gives it a sniff and instantly she staggers backwards feeling light head and rather giddy and feeling high on life she walks over to her desk and calls rather slurry for her next patient. Irene meets Kat as she always does outside in the hospital car park. Kat the towns cop holds out the breathalyzer for Irene to take and exhale into before being allowed to drive her car over to Alf’s bait shop for her weekly pick up of fresh fish for the diner. “Yes you can be on your way Irene” Kat informs her The metre reading showing a big fat zero but as Irene waves goodbye to her Kat catches a whiff of the alcoholic fumes radiating from Irene’s person Kat lets out a loud drunken giggle and then gives her sliver cop whistle a very loud blow she feels like she’s been partying hard all night long. Alf’s face lights up as he watches Irene’s car pull up outside his bait shop. He hoped he wasn’t being to obvious with his keenness of seeing Irene, and she hopefully wouldn’t notice his sudden flurries of blushes that so often happened when she was around him,One of these days Alf promised himself he would confess all and ask Irene out on a date. He would be the prefect gentleman too pay for everything all the drinks it wouldn’t matter if he got sloshed because of his nerves Irene could drive him home afterwards she would be sober “Irene good to see you my favourite Sheila” Alf shouts with maybe a hint of too much eagerness in his voice, This causes the old man to misjudge the size of the small doorway to the bait shop and becomes wedged while holding a massive crate of juicy looking fish. Irene laughs Alf was quite clumsy sometimes he always seemed that way around her too but oddly enough she thought that was cute. She just awaited the day that he would build up the guts and ask her out he gave her the butterflies in the stomach and made her feel nervous. She would have see she had herself a stiff drink to steady herself for their date, or maybe not it wouldn’t do a blooming thing to help her out with her it wouldn’t help calm her or make her think hell lets throw caution to the wind and let my hair down The best affect Irene might experience were to be the shocking affect that buying alcohol might have with her bank balance. “Thank you Alf darl you’re a true diamond” Irene says smiling. Alf was going to tilt his fisherman hat towards her but instead he answers her with a loud popping like farting sound as Scarlett his assistant unwedded him from the bait shop’s door “Oh stop flirting you two” Scarlett says as she bends underneath Alf’s large arm to go about her work. “Oh and stop blocking the door with your perky looking bum Alf” Scarlet says running quickly away laughing. “Get back to flaming work” Alf bellows after her and as soon as the words have left his lips Alf blushes as bright as a raspberry. Irene leans forwards pecks Alf on the cheek with a quick kiss and takes the box of fish from him. Oooooh plums Irene’s breath smelt of winey plums and Alf suddenly feels vey drunk on life so much so as when Irene is walking away she could of scorned that Alf was giggling a wolf whisting at her Irene smiles Alf then slumps backwards into his little straw fishing chair totally drunk off his tits and falls asleep. Irene hands over the crate of fish over to Leah the sheer weight of the crate makes Leah stumble forwards and it was the rescue of Irene’s waiting arms that makes Leah catch the scent of alcohol on Irene’s breath that made her start to slur her words for the rest of the day. God save Ireland Irene exclaimed as her front door was pulled open and she was greeted by the smiling face of Chris “Hey Irene I let myself in I would like you to meet my boyfriend Matt Sexy Page” Rennie Matt bellows as he jumps squarely into the entrance of the doorframe. Irene lets out a huge whoosh of surprised air and both Chris and Matt are knocked over by the strongest whiff of alcohol that either of them had ever experienced before. “We have news Irene but we will tell you laters we are a pair of very pissed newts at the moment Chris says giggling falling backwards onto the carpet in a heap. “Right back at you sister Matt giggles high fiving Chris Irene just shakes her head what was it with this town and not being able to handle their drink Everyone she had crossed paths with today was very, very drunk and for the life of her she just didn’t know why.
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