Extracts from a Thought
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November 16th, 2009
Turns out I was right about Estela being a bisexual: she told me over the phone earlier today.
Nice!
Anyway, football was the last thing on my mind today. I went out to relax, to chill. I travelled to Swansea – I said to chill, didn’t I? – by train. Six ****** pound to travel 20 miles. What is the world coming to?
Though cash-strapped, I tried to look in as many shops as possible for nice new clothes, trainers, gadgets etc, but couldn’t find anything to my interest. It was close to midday and I was feeling a little hungry, so a trip to the McDonalds on the corner of the city centre was needed. I queued up and ordered a large quarter pounder – with cheese! – meal, and coke to drink. I was handed my food and made my way upstairs to have some peace.
Looking around, the place was deserted except for a young looking lass in the corner on her own. She was beautiful – cleavage was in sight due to her wearing a low-cut top, and she was wearing a bright pink bra. If you thought that was sexy, when she looked up at me, she stood up and invited me over. Without saying a word, I made my way over and sat down opposite. She told me not to be silly and to go and sit next to her.
So I did.
She put her hand on my leg, so, so close to my genital region. I swallowed hard and couldn’t believe my luck. I returned the hand-on-leg ‘gesture’. Turns out we weren’t alone upstairs – a tall, well-built dark man wearing an extremely tight white vest, bearing silhouetted tattoos across both arms and shoulders emerged from the gentlemen’s bathroom. He looked over and laughed.
I sat upright, with my hand still making its way towards the stranger’s ***-hole.
‘Do you mind?!’
He walked hastily towards me, grabbed me by the scruff.
‘You ******* fool – that’s my missus!’
Before I could explain anything, he decked me. And I was outers.
Turns out I was right about Estela being a bisexual: she told me over the phone earlier today.
Nice!
Anyway, football was the last thing on my mind today. I went out to relax, to chill. I travelled to Swansea – I said to chill, didn’t I? – by train. Six ****** pound to travel 20 miles. What is the world coming to?
Though cash-strapped, I tried to look in as many shops as possible for nice new clothes, trainers, gadgets etc, but couldn’t find anything to my interest. It was close to midday and I was feeling a little hungry, so a trip to the McDonalds on the corner of the city centre was needed. I queued up and ordered a large quarter pounder – with cheese! – meal, and coke to drink. I was handed my food and made my way upstairs to have some peace.
Looking around, the place was deserted except for a young looking lass in the corner on her own. She was beautiful – cleavage was in sight due to her wearing a low-cut top, and she was wearing a bright pink bra. If you thought that was sexy, when she looked up at me, she stood up and invited me over. Without saying a word, I made my way over and sat down opposite. She told me not to be silly and to go and sit next to her.
So I did.
She put her hand on my leg, so, so close to my genital region. I swallowed hard and couldn’t believe my luck. I returned the hand-on-leg ‘gesture’. Turns out we weren’t alone upstairs – a tall, well-built dark man wearing an extremely tight white vest, bearing silhouetted tattoos across both arms and shoulders emerged from the gentlemen’s bathroom. He looked over and laughed.
I sat upright, with my hand still making its way towards the stranger’s ***-hole.
‘Do you mind?!’
He walked hastily towards me, grabbed me by the scruff.
‘You ******* fool – that’s my missus!’
Before I could explain anything, he decked me. And I was outers.
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Amazing ending, can't wait to read the next update 
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November 16th, 2009 (cont.)
I glimpsed around – blurry walls, blurry floor, blurry people. Blurry person. One person, panicking. I felt sore. My nose, my eyes, my head, my jaw, my face, all sore. I could taste blood. And lots of it.
I panicked.
I threw myself about the place. My arms flailed. My legs kicked. I had gone into a state of mental.
I heard noises. Sounds. Voices. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but it felt bad. In fact, I could sense fear. And loss.
I glimpsed around – blurry walls, blurry floors, blurry people. Blurry person. One person, stood next to me. I felt sore. My face, stiff with soreness. I smelled the air, and immediately knew where I was.
The stench of hospital rooms, clothes and beds shot up my nose. A calming voice began to talk from my left. What the voice said was beyond me. All I could really hear was underwater-like noises.
A sharp pain struck my left arm. My muscles tensed and my hand clenched. My arm pumped. The sharp object was removed. A mask covered my mouth and nose. All the blurry objects around seemed even more blurry now.
I glimpsed around – blurry walls, blurry floor, blurry people. Blurry person. One person, panicking. I felt sore. My nose, my eyes, my head, my jaw, my face, all sore. I could taste blood. And lots of it.
I panicked.
I threw myself about the place. My arms flailed. My legs kicked. I had gone into a state of mental.
I heard noises. Sounds. Voices. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but it felt bad. In fact, I could sense fear. And loss.
. . . . .
I glimpsed around – blurry walls, blurry floors, blurry people. Blurry person. One person, stood next to me. I felt sore. My face, stiff with soreness. I smelled the air, and immediately knew where I was.
The stench of hospital rooms, clothes and beds shot up my nose. A calming voice began to talk from my left. What the voice said was beyond me. All I could really hear was underwater-like noises.
A sharp pain struck my left arm. My muscles tensed and my hand clenched. My arm pumped. The sharp object was removed. A mask covered my mouth and nose. All the blurry objects around seemed even more blurry now.
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Great update Mike. 12 pages of class, I have commented on 8 of them, nuff said.
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sheep FTW
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November 17th, 2009
It was the early hours of a Tuesday morning, and I’d woken up to a soft hand on my cheek. The nurse looked amazed when I looked at her and she called quietly for another nurse. Within seconds, four persons, white coat clad, stood around my bed, looking at me as if they’d found buried gemstones.
I managed to blurt out a question. Only they knew if it made sense.
I’d been awake some hours now, and all I’ve felt is hunger. I could smell the doctor’s early breakfast – cheeseburger and chips. All I could hear from his direction though was the slurping through a straw. I was starving now. All the smells and sounds reminded me of a typical day at a Burger King, or a McD--
You ******* fool – that’s my missus!
My head pounded. My face fell into my hands as I started to shout. I was in so much pain. The door burst open and within moments a doctor rushed towards me, eyes wide and heavily breathing. He asked me if I was okay, but all I could do was scream.
It was the early hours of a Tuesday morning, and I’d woken up to a soft hand on my cheek. The nurse looked amazed when I looked at her and she called quietly for another nurse. Within seconds, four persons, white coat clad, stood around my bed, looking at me as if they’d found buried gemstones.
I managed to blurt out a question. Only they knew if it made sense.
. . . . .
I’d been awake some hours now, and all I’ve felt is hunger. I could smell the doctor’s early breakfast – cheeseburger and chips. All I could hear from his direction though was the slurping through a straw. I was starving now. All the smells and sounds reminded me of a typical day at a Burger King, or a McD--
You ******* fool – that’s my missus!
My head pounded. My face fell into my hands as I started to shout. I was in so much pain. The door burst open and within moments a doctor rushed towards me, eyes wide and heavily breathing. He asked me if I was okay, but all I could do was scream.
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Must've been a strong punch...
You make a good read Mike well done again
Keep going, you're very good at what you do.
Much Thanks
King James MBE...lol
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Revive this awesome story MIKEY!
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please revive it mate, i have read all the posts, the best story on here. I love this story! 
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Keep going mike. You should make this into a book