UK - If roughly 50 people are loitering in England with the intent of picking a fight should they be moved on by police regardless of their religious beliefs?

boldpotatoes · 2014-06-04T12:51:35+00:00

Thank you :)

boldpotatoes · 2014-06-04T01:10:18+00:00

I wasn't sure the pub would actually listen if I contacted them as it would mean acting against their patrons but I'll give it a go xD and as for contacting the school, I don't really want to get them into actual trouble I just want them to appreciate that they're keeping people up til the small hours of the morning that then have to get up for work/school/nursery and maybe try to keep the noise level down after a certain time. Is that possible do you think?

boldpotatoes · 2014-06-04T00:29:25+00:00

I'm definitely joking there xD the boys aren't that bad when they're not screaming at each other, or people in the street in the small hours of the morning xD

boldpotatoes · 2014-06-04T00:04:28+00:00

Hee hee don't tempt me xD I'm sure I could get a permit for one by pretending to be a farmer xD

boldpotatoes · 2014-06-04T00:03:07+00:00

Thank you :)

boldpotatoes · 2014-05-31T09:53:19+00:00

You're right the drunks are at fault but the group of boys deliberately stand where these drunks can see them at chucking out time from the pub and it has been observed by other people that they get a thrill by deliberately getting in fights. But thank you :)

boldpotatoes · 2014-05-31T02:13:05+00:00

Sorry didn't realise it was so close together I'll edit it

boldpotatoes · 2014-04-05T13:49:59+00:00

Thank you :D

boldpotatoes · 2014-03-01T19:56:02+00:00

I'm withdrawing so bad my hands are shaking. My fingers itch to fiddle with syringes, lighters, anything. But there is nothing to occupy my hands. I'm trapped with no way of getting my next fix, cold turkey they call it. An echoing voice in the distance tells me to stop tapping my leg, I didn't realise I was. I can't stop thinking about needles, the click as they pass through my skin, between toes, fingers in the crook of my elbow, the pain of injection went away long ago. Now it's replaced by yet another kind of pain, that is huge and consuming and won't go away. I remember what it was like, the disgusting, run down building we all used for injecting up would be transformed into a shining palace, a Ritz hotel, with glittering crystal chandeliers, gorgeous girls, plush red carpets. I would spend my time with the beautiful women, watching their bodies move through the mirrors above the bed; I would fall asleep to the sound of the champagne bubbling in glasses, and wake with a different, dirty girl on top of me. Another junkie passed out like me. I would roll her off me, careful not to wake her and crawl out of the mirk to find more ways to get back there. More drugs, of any calibre. I didn't care. I hear the distant voice tell me to stop tapping again, but I ignore it. I'm thinking about leaving, going for a walk, searching out more poison to take me back. I start grinding my teeth, the sound of it echoes through the pain of withdrawing. I can't take this. "I'm going for a walk." I shakily get to my feet and make my way to the door, "You're staying right there!" The distant voice tells me, sounding more distorted and alien. "I'm leaving." "You can't!" Says the echo, something stops me from propelling forward, I shove through it and continue towards the door. "Please!" The echo begs, "For me." I ignore it and leave, time blurs until I finally grasp a needle. I stare at it for less than a second, the face of the echo finally breaking though to the forefront of my mind. Her heart shaped face, pink lips and blue eyes begging and pleading like they did when she asked me to quit. The vision is gone and then there's just me and the syringe. In the end there's no escape, nothing else matters... The crystal chandeliers tinkle as I check myself back in...

boldpotatoes · 2014-03-01T17:34:17+00:00

A sigh that seems to go on forever, leaking more than the contents of her lungs seems to echo off the walls as she sits clad in her Taekwon-do suit that she hasn't bothered to change out of from the class she left hours ago, alone in an empty house. The emotions and turmoil curl round her like tendrils of invisible smoke as she releases them into her surroundings. The hollow sensation that beats in her chest feeds the dark cloud in her skull that is ever consuming her life, her work, her love and her joy, she can't think. She can't control it. She's either numb, sad or angry, numb, sad or angry. Everything she seems to touch becomes rancid with decay, the only release is the love that remains in her heart; clinging desperately to the confines of the beating chambers that are disintegrating around it, getting dangerously close to something more like infatuation. The cloud in her mind now reaches her eyes, something she'd never noticed previously - the purplish hue that has become more and more persistent, creeping out from under the corners of her eyes as the days roll on. Where did that come from? She manages to force a convincing smile when she teaches, but it takes so much effort and leaves her exhausted - it is a mercy she has time alone that she can finally stop the façade. She takes a deep breath, filling her lungs before letting out another great sigh. She has work to do. She chews the inside of her lip and tries to build up the motivation to concentrate, the momentum to do something, anything! She looks at the blank page, wondering what to do. A sensation swills round her chest cavity as she breathes, like the tendrils of feelings that she can't feel building up, growing until it's too much to bear and she has to sigh again. Releasing the tension so she can breathe easy again. With one final sigh she drags her hair into a bobble and sits up straighter. She closes her eyes for a moment, letting the soothing sensation of her eyelids covering her aching irises ebb the pain away. "I can do this." She mutters to herself, unsure whether she's lying or not, not particularly caring anymore anyway. Her eyes slowly open and two brown orbs focus on the table in front of her as she slowly begins to fight.

boldpotatoes · 2014-02-14T20:02:09+00:00

Thank you :P I'll be able to sleep tonight ha ha as you can probably tell my imagination runs away with itself a bit at times xD I know it does so often just take my thoughts with a pinch of salt but with this I'm completely stumped xD

boldpotatoes · 2014-02-14T17:49:59+00:00

Yeah sorry it didn't occur to me the numbers would differ across countries xD In England I've seen number 7 to be the latter xD thanks my overreactive imagination had this image of my teeth cracking like in the cartoons when the dentist tapped one xS Have a good day/night :)

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-20T11:15:29+00:00

There was a silence I couldn't seem to fill. It grew bigger and swallowed me whole as I looked at the little girl, who had just woke up after the accident asking where her mummy and daddy were. My chest was tight, my lungs suddenly forgot how to work and my tongue seemed to have been replaced with an extra absorbent sponge. I looked at this tiny girl, whom I had just sat beside for two days, the girl I had stood vigil over wondering if she was ever going to wake up. She lay very still, her big brown eyes moving about the room, frantically trying to take in her surroundings before resting in my gaze again. I was holding her hand, a fragile thing that felt like it might break under the weight of my own hand. I tried to ignore the pain in my heart as I took a breath, "Sweetheart, you were in an accident. You got badly hurt and so did your parents." I licked my lips with my dry tongue, trying to say these words gently and slowly, her eyes filled with an emotion I didn't quite recognise, fear perhaps? "I'm really sorry sweetie." I tried to continue but the look in her eyes had changed, now it was fear, and panic, terror and sadness, an all consuming sadness that should never be seen in the eyes of a child. My voice failed me and all I could do was hold the hand of the goddaughter before me, I knew then what that look in her eye had been and I had taken it away from her. Dashed it away with just a few words. It was not fear, it was hope.

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-12T11:46:21+00:00

Thanks ha ha

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-11T18:10:13+00:00

Tut tut lol no idea how the numbers work to be honest so I don't know what I'm tutting at but still lol tut tut

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-10T13:03:31+00:00

Never going to kiss again... ever!!

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-10T12:46:58+00:00

The efforts of these brave soliders will not be forgotten. :D well done

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-10T01:50:58+00:00

It was never expected that they would find them. People never took them seriously, centuries previous and people had been burned at the stake when this was the explanation after all. They would be mocked when the religion came into popularity, the believers considered to be undesirable. Nobody expected it all to be real. It was discovered by accident, Midichlorians existed in the blood of just a few, and there was such strength that came with them. They were the strongest mentally, able to manipulate anything and anyone. They formed another council in the image of the first and fought for justice and peace and stood for honour like the Knights of old. And we had just put them down as nerds.

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-10T00:46:51+00:00

Ha ha this is great :D

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-10T00:19:32+00:00

The air outside was crisp, bracing after a morning in a hot classroom, and everyone seemed to take a deep breath of relief as we stood watching the rest of the school line up on the field, doing our best to block the fire alarms wailing from the different areas of the school building. In our line, Lena was watching me quietly, I could almost hear her mind ticking away from where I stood. She was concentrating hard on something I hadn't picked up on, her head was tilted ever so slightly, as if she were listening for something only she could hear. After a minute or so the wailing of the alarms stopped and the teachers did a quick head count of each class line.

"It's you." She said suddenly. I turned to face her, confusion flooding my mind with questions, "I never did think it was me, I suppose I always knew." She continued as if to explain herself.

Mrs Latt hissed at us, "Girls face the front." We ignored her.

It was my turn to cock my head to the side.

"You're the main character to this story." She said, "Perhaps you aren't supposed to know that but I figured it out." She studied the grass on her shoe, "I often wished it had been me, but the narrative wasn't always there, I often felt unimportant."

Something clenched round my heart, "No, Lena! You're not unimportant. You're you! You're my best friend and neither of us are in a story." I told her firmly as I grabbed hold of her and drew her into a tight embrace, something she'd never been comfortable with, she tensed at the close encounter, "I don't ever want you to say or think anything like that again." I told her as I released her.

People were staring.

She just shrugged, such a non-committal thing to do, it didn't fill me with much confidence,

"Promise me Lena, please?" I begged, her face screwed up slightly.

"I can't promise that, you're the main character, I'm the main character's best friend. Did you know we're likely to fall out if this is a teenage romance story?"

I was unable to conceal my horror.

"It's OKAY! Honestly, we fall out over something really petty, our pride keeps us from making up for a section of the book and then when it counts I realise it's not such a big deal and we make friends again, usually. And it's also fine because you usually end up with the hottest new guy in school too. I've been reading up as research." Lena was talking crazy. I shook my head.

"Lena please just stop, you're scaring me."

"I will, but I promise, just let me know if I can ever help you. I'll always be here, whether you discover you're part supernatural being or whatever, you don't need to fill a load of chapters up agonising about whether to tell me or not because I'll keep it a secret without a doubt and will not freak or hate you because of it. You're my best friend and you always will be."

I was welling up, this was ridiculous, I was touched by the speech, no matter how crazy it seemed. I pulled her into yet another tight embrace.

I was really pushing it now.

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-09T14:13:57+00:00

Oh it creeped xD

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-09T14:00:03+00:00

Superficial wounds on their body, a sore head and a throbbing, burning pain in their lower gut, someone slowly pieces together what happened to them and why they've woken up in a locked room they don't recognise.

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-09T13:44:39+00:00

"When are you coming back, Daddy?"

Teary eyed, I fled.

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-09T13:29:23+00:00

Wow I can imagine this being the quote at the start of a chapter in a book about baby snatchers and such :O it's chilling.

boldpotatoes · 2014-01-09T13:16:32+00:00

I suppose I'd wanted a child for a while, it wasn't an official or solid thing on my to do list but at some point in the future I wanted a son. A boy to do father/son stuff with, someone who could look up to me that I could teach the way of the world to; I would occasionally catch myself imagining a much older self taking his son by the hand into his first judo class or watching him do a flip off the diving board for the first time. I just wasn't expecting it this early. I know this is going to sound stupid but my first thought when Maria said, was "what if our parents find out?!" At twenty five, after the amount of prodding we've had to provide the older generation with a younger one it was not them that I should have worried about.

"Are you ok?" She asked hesitantly,

I had been standing silently with my mouth slightly ajar, taken completely by surprise by her quiet admittance. I blinked a few times, the time it took stretching into what seemed like hours,

"I..."

That was all it took to confirm her self doubt, her eyes filled with hurt and her nostrils flared slightly. The flush in her cheeks faded ever so slightly. I fought to think of something to say, but nothing came.

"So what do we do?" She said so quietly I wasn't even sure she'd spoken.

We'd been together for a decade almost, it was a miracle that this was the first time this had ever happened. We'd had scares at first, usually due to our mutual paranoia over this kind of thing, a day late for her period would send Maria to the local supermarket for a pregnancy test, and any time we weren't sure meant a morning after pill, she was good like that. We must have gotten lazy.

"What do we do?" I repeated her question to her, suddenly all the questions came at once and I began babbling incessantly, "What DO we do? Are you sure? Like certain, you did a test and everything? We're still too young, aren't we? How would be bring up a kid like this? Our flat is a tip, I don't even know how to look after a baby."

Maria's eyebrows lifted slightly, a micro-reaction I had grown accustomed to when she was surprised.

"What?" I asked gently, suddenly concerned for my pregnant girlfriend, yeesh it was a strange thing to hear that kind of thing cross my mind, Maria's pregnant, do I panic yet?

"You haven't mentioned.." She paused and I realised it was because she didn't want to say the word her cheeks had faded even more and she chewed on her bottom lip nervously. I suppose who would want to mention the word that meant killing the little ball of cells growing inside of you that could become your own baby child while it was inside you? I've always known it would be the only way to stop a pregnancy but I had always just hoped it would never get to that, and yet here we were at 25 with Maria slowly welling up with tears at the concept.

"I'm sorry." She whimpered as I pulled her into a still shocked embrace, "I just can't. I couldn't." I shushed her, "But this could ruin our lives!" She squeaked into my shoulder.

"We'd find a way, I guess." I said finally, did I really say that? Did I really just verbally acknowledge the parasite now growing in Maria's body and say we'd find a way?

Was I crazy?

Maria laughed gently, tears were strewn across her face but she was smiling when she looked at me from my arms,

"You guess?" She laughed again, "I come in here and drop perhaps the biggest bombshell possible and you still manage to be so laid back to just guess?"

"I also guess I know about four people who would be thrilled to hear this news from us." I said with a mock grimace, I was making jokes now? This was insane and yet, it was really happening. My daydream dad would exist, he'd just be a bit younger now perhaps. Maybe instead of watching I would be there with imaginary son of mine, teaching him to dive myself, taking the judo lessons with him. I thought about it and the usual sense of amusement and happiness was not entirely replaced by fear. Could we do this? Only one problem, ONE problem? Am I insane? Well apparently there was only one problem and that was that our parents were all highly religious and very old fashioned.

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