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The Daily Rhino
Friday, September 30, 2005

I-blog Nano
Oooh being a blogger is like joining a club isn't it? A secret wonderful and exclusive club. Except for the fact that everyone knows about it (not too many) and anyone can join. Anyway, keen to be true to form and jump on another bandwagon, I have been inspired by blog-celebrity (I can't decide if that's a compliment or an insult) Anna at Sepia Mutiny to inflict 55 words on the general public. Or rather the four people who pretend to read this. Like all blog-related crazes or online competitions, it is a poorly-disguised vehicle for showing off. So I like it!

I put this one up on SM too:

“Not yet!”

His lungs drowned with each scream. Soon he felt his head being sucked under. Kicking and punching, he refused to go quietly, “you’re not taking me without a fight!”

Too late. His time had come. After what seemed like an eternity of darkness, finally he was cold.

“It’s a boy!” shrieked the midwife.



But I thought this was far too fucked up to put on a nice board like that:

Sweat dripped greasily onto the girl’s face. Contorted in effort he spasmed, forcing his weight on her slight frame. He looked for a reaction from her before rolling off.

He stumbled out, leaving her prone. She curled up and began to sob. He pulled off his balaclava to reveal a broad grin.

“That was easy”




And just to show I'm not THAT weird...

Asif surveyed the interrogation room as Detective Francis of Scotland Yard’s anti-terrorism squad bumbled in. Francis was searching in his case, “Sorry, I seem to have misplaced my list of secret Al Qaeda officials.”

Asif spoke up, "oh it’s okay, I’ve got one” and pulled a piece of paper out from his sock.

“A ha! Gotcha!”


Don't worry, I'll be sticking to the day job.
 


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