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Alan Crawford presents twisted short and some longer stories for adults, with quite a number of his rants and observations as well.

Several curious people, really it’s just one, asked me how or where the ideas came from. Thankfully there’s no clear answer. When the trousers, mind, or weather conditions suit such things, the computer opens, a page appears, and it starts to flow. See menu for the main Short Stories.


Texting leads to death

Reading Time: 2 minutesIt was very dark. She was very drunk and texting leads to death further down the footpath, she being Daphne failed to see it. The large pole was solid, didn’t move and could only just stand and stare back at Daphne. It had no life aside from its physical form. It was after all, just a pole.

Daphne fell back and died when she hit the ground. Dead, done – over.

The drunken fellow who happened to be having a wee against another pole, wondered what the noise was. He was making a noise of his own, but it soon finished and splattered the last splots on the bitumen.

He staggered over to Daphne

He looked at her tits, she was one good looking young girl. She wasn’t moving and he noticed that a pool of deep burgundy was slowly spreading out around her beautiful red hair. He though it was red but maybe it wasn’t.

Albert was just finishing his shift as the pumped up little neighbourhood watch patrol blodger and turned the corner as the drunk fell over daphne’s handbag. Of course Albert didn’t know he’d fallen, all he could tell was that the man was writhing about on top of a luckless lady underneath him. Albert drew closer in his Hyundai Getz with the snazzy yellow stickers and yelled at the man.

“Hey – what’s happening here? this ain’t no place to be making out”

Only then when he’d arrived in the glow spot did he see that the luckless girl wasn’t involved in a sexual liaison, she wasn’t moving at all and that blood was pouring out from her head. The drunk had wriggled a little further off the girl by now and collapsed on his back like a breathless, satisfied lover. The steam from his mouth joined the steam off the luckless girl’s blood flow. It then floated closer to the light fixed to the top of the pole that caused this tragedy.

The drunk was shocked in a number of ways

He’d realised as he was falling that this girl was not well. When he landed in the blood puddle he was sure. He heard Albert scream at him and tried to extricate himself from the crumpled position he’d found himself in. It turned out in Court that Albert really did think that this manoeuvring was an attempt at love making. It wasn’t or course, it was only one lifeless body and one senseless soul meeting up on a Saturday night.

Albert whacked the drunken fellow’s head so hard that he broke his new standard issue torch. He also took some rather distasteful photos of Daphne’s bosom and then started kicking the guy while he was collapsed on the ground. All this didn’t help Albert’s case much either.

Drunken stumbling is dangerous and walking into poles is life threatening. So don’t do it, keep your eye on where you’re going, don’t text and walk and when you are forced to become a night time neighbourhood watch patrol person, make sure you don’t jump to conclusions and ruin the rest of your sad useless life.

Albert was given a serious reprimand and sacked, the drunk who’s name was Steven was sent off to rehab. The girl who’s time had come, was burned according to her wishes and her family petitioned the Council to remove the pole, even though it wasn’t their fault.

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I'm an increasingly grumpy old fart posting rants, observations and trying to write somewhat twisted short and slightly longer stories for adults. All rights reserved unless otherwise credited © Alan Crawford - 2024

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Andrea Smith
Andrea Smith
01/06/2012 01:30

Great story, but I think “stupidity” kills more than texting, don’t you think? =)

25/05/2012 23:36

Definitely the pole’s fault!

23/05/2012 05:03

They need to outlaw poles. The pole did it.

24/05/2012 20:52
Reply to  Anna

I agree with you on that. All the fingers go to poles. No doubt about that.


22/05/2012 23:23

It’s all the poles fault. great story!

22/05/2012 20:22

Edit it to read “the drunk whose name is Alex” would be more accurate…


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