Geza

Marvelous! Very Halloweeny.

Hi Ron, this is beautifully written- in my opinion at least ''my thoughts simply meander aimlessly, rebounding off dead-ends.'' Such a true observation and so well put. It becomes quickly obvious where Terry is, yet from his use of language and possibly because of his skills it's not obvious how he got there. This is what makes it so sad and sinister at the same time. G

Hi De Batz- there are other examples of my writing on here- not much though; Solitude a short gothic style horror, and the entry to the January comp- A new Start- my entry to the February comp 'February phone calls'.

Thanks for your comments, upinwath and Ron Blanco.

Hello Mr Blue Owl, You're very blue aren't you?- with all that crying and weeping- and now I am too! The best pieces of writing evoke deep emotions and you've certainly managed that with this poem. Lovely strong visionary and I liked the rythm of the lines too. Geza.

I have decided to delete this post for personal reasons. Geza

This has been a tough one to judge- so many worthy winners! So to sum up we had: G12 Ravda- On Being Mad A great little ditty that sums up madness nicely. Mikomi- In My Defence Not much of a defence though is it? You'd be hard pushed to find judge who wouldn't lock you up in a padded cell for mistaking your poor wife for a spider! Nicely Gruesome. Lady Agatha- Madness ''wagging a stony finger in disaproval,'' is a great line. A friend of mine has just moved into a converted mental asylum in Sheffield- it must be the same one from your story- how many mental asylums could Sheffield possibly have ?! He's at the top of one of the towers- rather him than me!! A nice spin on madness, Lady A. Maidinsheff- On Reflection ''with eyes that match mine..you look at me wondering who I am,'' this sums up schizophrenia wonderfully. It reminded me of 'The Black Swan'! Now that is a scary film. Ian Rivedon- A lover's lunacy It's lovely to think that people can still be ''crazy in love'' despite being in their golden years. Fat Dave- Mad as a Lorry And just how mad is a lorry?- Pretty blinking mad if this little tale is anything to go by. ''I loved her as soon as I saw her and with a smile, she showed me that she loved me back.'' Poetic lunacy! John Webster - Mid march Oh poor Oliver! Bless him for debating whether to declare his £10 gift voucher, ''The dreary agonies of official rules weigh heavily with Oliver.'' A truly depressing story- well done. Fat Dave (again)- The Troll The lunacy of the lone writer. I loved the analogy of being tied to the lap top by a bungee cord! Well written. Greg2- Message from the cheif executive Internal politics gone mad. Another great spin on the theme. I once worked for a firm that encouraged the staff to swithc lights on and off everytime we entered or left a room (providing no one else was in there of course). This was ridiculous due to the number of staff milling about and was soon scrapped; to a passerby it would have looked like we were sending morse code messages to neighbouring buildings. Fat Dave (yet again) - The Panic Attack A scary ordeal indeed . again another type of madness. So now you can see why it has been difficult to judge. So many differing types of madness to contend with. I think you're all as mad as a box of frogs or even a lorry load of bananas. But there is a winner... and not just because he entered 3 times- but it was the 2nd attempt that caught my eye. Of course it is, FAT DAVE- FOR THE TROLL. This was well written as well as being a clever twist on the theme, and something I can relate to; being a compulsive writer and slave to my lap top! Yay- and your prize is setting the May competition.

Well done everyone- the winner will be announced shortly:thumbsup:

Wow- well the competition is definitely hotting up..I'm going to struggle choosing a winner. Anyone else who wants to have a go- you've only got a week left... so get cracking!

Well I'm glad you asked that question- otherwise I would never have read this little story. (At the top of the main page, Krishanspock, there is a thread for gaining the passward and username.) Ron this was lovely. Totally made me cry (I regularly cry at Holby City too by the way so you could decide that I am just emotionally unhinged) and was full of poignant little descriptions. Beautiful.

Three very different contenders already- I wonder how many more we'll see before the month is out....

Hi silent Angel, I wouldn't know who to contact either. Another great poem though- very strong imagery.

Powerful stuff. I agree, Silent Angel, I think your son has real talent too.

Hey MaidinSheff! Well done- will look forward to seeing what you set for the April Comp. Congratulations, G.

February Phone Calls ‘Hello?’ ‘Hey Sis.’ ‘Hi Kate!’ ‘All set for your big day?’ ‘Yes! I’ve booked the helicopter ride-I know as chief bride’s maid you wanted to do it, but it’s one less thing you need to worry about. Thing is though- I don’t want them calling here to confirm in case Danny answers, so I’ve given them your number- can’t remember the name of the company though.’ ‘That’s ok, Laura- just remind me of the details again.’ ‘*sigh*, the venue is ‘Lady Chanterlilly’s House and the Helicopter can set down in the private gardens at the rear. Danny will be waiting outside. Is Steve still bringing you?’ ‘No- I dumped him- don’t freak out- it’s all in hand. I’ve called in the professionals.’ ‘You’re not walking down the aisle at my wedding wearing a gigolo on your arm!’ ‘He’ll just be a normal looking guy. No one need know he charges by the hour. Anyway, I’ve already left my details- just waiting for ‘Mister Right’ to ring back.’ ......................................................o0o............................................ ‘Hello, this is a message for Miss Robertson, this is… oh I hate these blinkin machines. I’m ringing to confirm your order for Saturday 12th February. Let me see- the order book’s smudged. The big chopper you specified will rendezvous at your lady garden- approached from the rear at 11.00 hours.’ Click .......................................................o0o........................................... ‘Laura!’ ‘Kate?’ ‘He’s rang-my date for Saturday is sorted.’ ‘Does he sound nice?’ ‘He sounds well-endowed and up for it!’ *groan* ‘Lighten up Laura, I’m a big girl now.’ ‘Okay, okay at least you won’t look like an old spinster- just keep him away from Grandma okay? Listen when the helicopter firm rings- could you ask if the pilot will be wearing a pilot’s uniform like Richard Gere in ‘An Officer and a Gentleman’?’ ‘Sis, Richard Gere played a Navy officer in that film.’ ‘And remind them they are taking the bride’s maids for a spin in it too’ ‘I’ll ask- hang on I have a call waiting- this could be them’ beep. ‘Hello, Kate Robertson speaking’ ‘Hi Kate, I’m calling regarding your special order for Saturday.' ‘Yes- I’ve been waiting for your call- my sister has organised this up to now.’ ‘Oh I see.’ ‘She’s the bride.’ ‘Yes the agency mentioned it was for a wedding. We can sort out the details now if you like.’ ‘Great! Do you have a pilot’s uniform?' ‘Yes I’ll wear anything you want me to' ‘Lovely, it all adds to the experience doesn’t it? I just hope I’m not sick- I get terrible motion sickness.’ ‘I’ll be gentle- don’t worry.’ ‘That reminds me- how big is it? It needs to accommodate all the bride’s maids’ ‘All the bride’s maids? That will be extra… ’ ‘And the colour?’ *cough*? ‘White, black? Pink would be perfect!’ ‘You can be assured ‘it’ is perfect.’ ‘Yay- I can’t wait to see the bride’s face- she’s bound to want a ride.’ ‘Won’t the- groom mind?’ ‘Mind? ‘Why should he mind- you’ll be picking him up first.’ Click.