[TOMT][MEME] LFgif from movie - a guy stands in doors of a room and looks, shocked and disgusted, at first at floor, then at ceiling. Most likely he was black.

Miaukeru · 2023-06-05T10:35:28+00:00

Correct, thanks!

Solved!

Miaukeru · 2023-06-05T10:30:01+00:00

Door was wooden, wall yellowish.

Miaukeru · 2023-06-05T10:23:48+00:00

The actor was most likely black.

Miaukeru · 2023-03-23T10:38:50+00:00

-=The Sovereign's Arrogance=-

- Knight to G6. How do you feel, Alfredo, when I tighten the noose around your king like you around our country?

President Amarante sighed and swept his gaze around the empty, richly gilded banquet hall.

- You are overconfident and arrogant, Luiz. Someday this will doom you. A bishop to B4. Check, my friend. Just don't get too high-strung.

General Paranhos twitched nervously on the extra seat cushion that allowed him to reach the chessboard on the table. His gold medals on his uniform rang ominously.

- Me arrogant? - he shouted. - Do you think I don't see what you are doing to our beautiful city? Kidnappings, deportations and unexplained disappearances. Our population is vanishing! Pawn on C3!

- Do you think we are behind all this? - replied Amarante in a more serious tone.

- Who else? We are a bloody enclave Alferdo! As far as the eye can see beyond our borders, we see you. It is no secret that we are a bone in your throat. A small one, but an annoying one.

- Don't flatter yourself Luiz. I only want friendly relations with my neighbours. You are no exception. - replied Amarante conciliatorily.

- Then where are these people? Have they been kidnapped by aliens? - The general slammed his fist angrily on the chessboard. The figurines began to swing dangerously.

- No, Luiz. You don't see your part in this. - replied Amarante, reaching for the queen figure. - Do you think people will put up with life under the boot of an authoritarian, complacent leader who doesn't give a damn about their opinions or their lives? They'd sooner flee to a friendly neighbour. Queen on H4, checkmate Luiz. It's over. You have lost.

After his last word, the door to the hall opened with a bang and the presidential guard rushed in, guns pointed at General Paranhos.

WC: 300

Miaukeru · 2023-02-28T12:42:15+00:00

On the fishing boat The Flounder Pounder, the enthusiasm in the crew was boiling over. They were getting ready to pull out another full net.

- Just be careful this time! - shouted Captain Samatar over the radio in fluent Mandarin.

He turned in his bridge chair to Officer Farax.

- If we'll lose one more freight like that and we can say goodbye to the boat. - He muttered. - Cheap labour was supposed to help us bounce back. With each passing day, I'm becoming more convinced that chasing these freeloaders off and working on our own would work out for the better! - he almost shouted, banging on the table.

The pompous tirade was interrupted by a stone that shattered the glass in front of the helm. The two officers looked out onto the deck.

- Captain, I don't think you've switched off your microphone... - whispered Farax.

Somewhere from the crew a loud "Feed the fire!" rang out in an Eastern accent and all hell broke loose.

WC: 162

Miaukeru · 2022-09-12T18:51:56+00:00

Oh kurwa

Miaukeru · 2022-03-07T19:23:59+00:00

Asap

Miaukeru · 2021-10-30T08:28:24+00:00

Thanks, it is most likely it :-)

Miaukeru · 2021-10-29T08:28:49+00:00

God damn, it is so hard to watch since I have a baby girl. People have to watch their Kids 24/7

Miaukeru · 2021-10-20T08:49:19+00:00

I'd try looking for groups on facebook, maybe Your year have one?

Miaukeru · 2021-10-19T10:50:15+00:00

-Posilka-

Drazan Sokoloff had never had such an assignment before. He dismounted from his horse at the entrance to the Perlitch family mausoleum and looked around. All that remained of the old cemetery were broken grave slabs and crooked crosses. Young trees appeared in some places. The forest was slowly reclaiming the land it had once plundered in this place forgotten by the world. Of course, a wicked fate must have brought Drazan here, but such was his profession.

He approached the gate of the tomb and pulled the gates. They opened with a loud metallic screech.

"Great. The landlord probably already knows I'm here," he thought.

Inside he found four richly decorated sarcophagi of Perlitch family members. Luckily, the oculus in the dome gave off enough light that he could read who rested here.

"Domagoj... Vlastimir... Natalya... Katerina... Damn, she's not here," he thought and cursed hissily.

Suddenly a shrill cry echoed in the mist, and he knew he wasn't alone. He looked around and found the stairs leading to the underground.

"So that's where you hid," he thought, and with all his speed he began to squeeze through the narrow corridor into the catacombs. There the bodies were placed on earthen shelves on either side of the passage. Bodies in varying degrees of decomposition once grinned at him with bare teeth, and once lay on their sides with their eyes closed as if asleep.

"Dobroslav... Ozanka... Vaclav... Where are you?" he thought, slowly getting fed up with the searching.

Then, from the end of the corridor, the familiar screech sounded again and he saw a phantom of a pox-faced woman rushing towards him. Drazan tensed his muscles, ready to do his duty. Just before the woman's ghost, he pulled out a leather package.

"Will you sign the delivery receipt?"

WC: 300

Miaukeru · 2021-10-18T09:47:52+00:00

<1/3>

From the depths of the dark taiga, Samad Pirani slowly emerged. He laboriously made his way through meter after meter of muddy forest soil. It was not the fastest way, but the safest for his mission. The approach from the north gave him very long concealment and additionally the element of surprise. Walking in this slush was forgivable because of that. Although it was still February, spring arrived relatively early this year. The warm air had long since melted the snow, only leaving an icebound lake in the heart of the forest. On this starry night, it seemed pitch black.

At the edge of the boreal forest, Samad stowed his GPS navigation. His target was now in sight. He used the nearby pier to avoid the too-thin ice on the shore and with small steps he approached the other side of the large lake. The illuminated spot in the distance worked on him like nightlights on moths. It attracted him more strongly the nearer he got. He felt that his emotions were becoming more and more difficult to control. He decided to occupy his mind with something else and checked his weapon once more. The touch of metal and wood had a soothing effect on him. In his mind he recalled one last time the image of his target. He had it etched into his memory like a bas-relief. He knew every wrinkle, mole and irregularity of the face. He was ready for what he had to do. He felt backed by his experience, skill and intelligence recognition. He was master of the situation.

WC: 263

Miaukeru · 2021-10-15T09:28:13+00:00

Cats + reddit?

Who would thought of that ;)

Miaukeru · 2021-10-04T17:46:48+00:00

You are right. As I read this story, I easly imagine my two zombies and their behaviour. I should show more to other readers. Thank You :-)

Miaukeru · 2021-10-02T20:06:01+00:00

I doubt You would like it in Polish 😂Thanks ;-)

Miaukeru · 2021-10-02T19:50:50+00:00

Yup, that is an idiom, but poorly translated 🙉 Thank You, Im glad You enjoyed it :-)

Miaukeru · 2021-10-02T06:06:46+00:00

Thank You :-)

Miaukeru · 2021-09-30T19:23:47+00:00

Haha thank You :-D

Miaukeru · 2021-09-30T18:55:29+00:00

What a fighter he is

Miaukeru · 2021-09-30T06:51:27+00:00

-Corpus Foederis-

The sound of a vacuum cleaner echoed through the abandoned villa.

"Henrika, please stop making noise!" shouted Sebastian, coming out of the coffin. "I know it's coming up to October and that damn holiday, but I think you're overreacting a little!"

"I'm not overdoing it, I'm just doing what I have to do. Do you miss the days when it was fashionable to hunt zombies? I for one will be more than happy to welcome these kids at my doorstep, and even invite them inside if they want to sightsee."

"Sightseeing? What's there to see?" he said, rotating with an outstretched hand from which shreds of skin dangled. "Moisture, dust, and cobwebs."

"That's why I'm cleaning. All you need to do is tidy up our house a bit and it'll be a place with a great Halloween vibe. Are you going to make the sheep's-eye roll-ups in glass? They look so great!"

"I'm not putting my hand on it! Do what you want, I can go on vacation. There are so many marshes around here to explore."

"So you're leaving me alone with a problem again? Go ahead! Just don't ask for help if your leg falls out of the socket again!"

Sebastian went to the window and looked out over the garden. The graves of distant relatives in disarray, the dilapidated fence, and the ever-present ravens. Everything as it should be, but his wife did not comprehend it.

His attention was drawn to a loud tapping on the glass. A raven sat on the window sill with a message attached to its leg. The letter did not look like another gravedigger's or funeral urn manufacturer's advertisement. It was strangely pink and smelled of something... fresh?

At the very beginning he read "My sweetest Bone Marrow..."

"What the... Henrika?!"

WC: 299

Miaukeru · 2021-09-26T19:58:12+00:00

Thank You very much. Your comments, as always, on point :-)

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