A blue fairtrade t-shirt,
Plain turn-up jeans,
I may not conform,
But I'm still a slave to the machine.
GO TO MY GROUP ACCOUNT:
Four SinnersSt Peter rapped smartly on the door to the chambers of the Lord, before pushing them open to see the homely white room beyond. The Lord stood up from his seat at the desk and welcomed the saint with open arms, a loving smile on his lips.Four Sinners by kathofalltrades
“Peter,” he said, his voice soft and deep, like a father’s to a toddler, “how is it I may help you today?”
“My Lord, I know it is unorthodox, but a group of murderers have requested your presence at their judging.” Peter replied, “Each claims to have an injury which excuses their sins.”
The Lord considered this, then nodded solemnly, walking slowly out of the room. His steps were heavy, his stance reflecting his sadness at the necessity of their punishments.
Outside the gates’ white swirls, four men knelt, heads bent. The Devil loitered casually off to one side, his dark robes emanating fear that swirled around him. He and the Lord embraced, as over the millennia their mission has become one a
A Scientific Rant"I don't believe in the Big Bang." she asserted confidently, apparently unaware of my opinions on the subject.A Scientific Rant by kathofalltrades
I stopped, mid conversation, and turned to look at her. My friends, surrounding me, pricked up their ears, grinning in anticipation of the argument that was rearing it's head between us.
I'd only known her for the evening, as it stands I still don't know her name or how old she is: I couldn't even comment on any of her other beliefs, or whether she's religious. The little I know of her comes from one hour sat across the table from her, whilst she told outrageous jokes at the top of her voice.
I know that it is certainly not my place to decree what other people choose to believe, no matter how wrong I know them to be. However, holding my tongue has always been a difficult thing, simply out of pity for the opposing party's ignorance. Science - physics in particular - is my true love, though I will admit to taking a daring dance on the artistic side more than occasionally.
The Flat With Two DoorsIt wasn’t one of the modern buildings, with their ugly glass panels and sharp angles, but nor was it one of the older buildings, all sweeping stonework and white embellishments. It crouched broodingly on the hillside, yet the tall steps up to it still gave it an imposing look, daring anyone to question it. Surprisingly, the residents of this building, when asked, would uphold it to be the best building on campus, for which they would cite many reasons, but never the most important one.The Flat With Two Doors by kathofalltrades
Clattering up the stairs, circling higher and higher up past the dusty red railings, you’d make it up to the top floor. A flick of the wrist later and you’d be inside, presented, unexpectedly, with a hallway that extends in both directions, missing the diving wall that would normally split the sets of six rooms. In front of you is the double kitchen, again with two doors, bright and airy, a row of four fridges splitting the two sides of the room, a long table on the furthest side wel