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I'm going to the states before my my brothers and sisters, and all my mates; America is the place you saw on TV through programmes like Different Strokes, Starksky and Hutch, Kojak, and the Streets of San Francisco. If anything the whole fiasco previously made me abandon my nerves and got me more stoked up about travelling for the first time.

Touched by the states:

I went on vacation to the states with my mum in the six-week holidays before i started secondary school, to visit my sister who lived in Brooklyn New york.
We should have have been going for four weeks but ended up going for three weeks due to some misinformation with regards whether we needed a visa or not from the travel agent, which resulted in us having to leave Ringway Airport as it was known then at the time and return home.
I will always remember that long journey home and thinking will i ever get to America.

Rascals in the area cont:

All of a sudden Eddie hears this terrific roar like the lions on the planes of Africa, its Sitting Bull who's real name is cyril and the rest of the hells angels coming on the etate.
There must be twenty of them on their Triumphs and other type choppers, Eddie raises his his hand to acknowlege Cyril who in turn just nods his head like a cop patrolling the streets.Eddie use to knock about with his son Timmy when they were younger, so he grew up with the angels and their hogs.
The day is nice and balmy as Eddie cuts through the estate on the way to the gym.

My name is gunmetal grey and i am an unpleasantly cold component of well-tempered metal.
Some of you may or may not have heard of me; perhaps some of you have even used me in the past.
That does not matter because on my own i am harmless, but if you were to fit my polished fashioned teeth into me, and role my body until i click then i can become injurious.
There are many styles and variations i have to compete with, be it longer, bigger, shorter and faster but they are not my challenger.
Wrong wavering finger and flustered mind is my enemy.

I'm just wondering if anyone has any details on short story competitions, i feel i need to test myself and allow my other two pieces of work time to breath. i know vijay mentioned something on his blog.

p.s. thank you all for your comments on my work to date much appreciated.

Rascals In The Area

Suddenly there is a firm fast knock on the door and they both stop dead in there tracks, Eddie raises his finger to his mouth while Julie just nods. He nimbly walks to the bedroom window like a tightrope walker and turns the plastic stick to alter the blinds view slightly.
-Eddie who the fuck is it? whispers a tense Julie.
-I can't see fuckall other than that Red Alpha which was down the street, now its parked outside the front door. The door goes again and he notices a medium build, middle aged man wearing a Blue coat with energy plus on the front.

I live on my own but i am surrounded by writers, all books of description vying for my attention. I cast my eyes along the crooked case, and run my nimble fingers down their spines as if braille feeling for words. Which one of you will take me too my zenith of emotions, who will hold the compass and guide me to nirvana, or will trickery flicker like a dying candle to enlarge my shadow to choose for me. Let the breath of your words whisper as i flick through your body, until the pages stop then i will go back to being alone.

Eddie hastily grabs Dylan and shouts at julie to go upstairs and grab some things sharpish, Julie eventually gets to her feet and starts looking round the room as if she can't find her way upstairs.
-Julie lets go, c'mon move your fuckin arse.

On the ball cont: