Tr'in for Rit'in - A Comp

[neonlyte]

Who can forget these immortal words so elegantly penned:

Daphne caught an innocent glance through the part open door and gasped. She never seen such a big aspidistra, the swollen head looked fit to burst…
- by S...anon

or


"Ey up, Lass. Drop thy drawers an thou’st get ready for tubbin.”
“But wot about Fish’n Chips?”
“Thy can take a tubbin whilst thy’s eatin’ thy’s Fish’n Chips, Lass.”
“Ey… that I can, but won’t’st thou’s grow cold?”
“Happ’en thee’s right… but best griddle whils’t heat's on, as thee Ol’ Man sayeth.” - by G...anon

Pit your wits against the vast might of Literotica Readership by penning no fewer than 300 hundred words, in your normal writing style. Send them to me, courtesy of PM and I will post entries anonymously together with a separate list of competitors. You have seven days (7). Best of Luk, Chuck.

 

[The_Fool]

And for us witless wonders?

 

[Liar]

ruh-roh. I know I have a pen around here somewhere...

 

[The_Fool]

ruh-roh. I know I have a pen around here somewhere...

That look of panic, sheer terror. Pinned like an insect, another subject for that writer's diverse collection. Helpless, the subject watched as the writer reached for his tools, the better to dissect his hidden tragedy. Penned in detail, his pathetic existence.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Roaaaaarrrrroooooo . . . ?

 

[neonlyte]

I'm taking any post with a combination of the letters R O A H - and R (including any post containing two consecutive words beginning with W) as an indication of pending entry

 

[Handley_Page]

Who can forget these immortal words so elegantly penned:

Daphne caught an innocent glance through the part open door and gasped. She never seen such a big aspidistra, the swollen head looked fit to burst…
- by S...anon

or


"Ey up, Lass. Drop thy drawers an thou’st get ready for tubbin.”
“But wot about Fish’n Chips?”
“Thy can take a tubbin whilst thy’s eatin’ thy’s Fish’n Chips, Lass.”
“Ey… that I can, but won’t’st thou’s grow cold?”
“Happ’en thee’s right… but best griddle whils’t heat's on, as thee Ol’ Man sayeth.” - by G...anon

Pit your wits against the vast might of Literotica Readership by penning no fewer than 300 hundred words, in your normal writing style. Send them to me, courtesy of PM and I will post entries anonymously together with a separate list of competitors. You have seven days (7). Best of Luk, Chuck.

Erm. . . .
Can I have that in plain English please ?