Chapter XXIX

Wilberforce awoke from yet another nightmare featuring the doll from test card F. It was one of his less frightening and more curious dreams.
The girl playing noughts and crosses with the doll was replaced by Wilberforce’s sister; the way she looked when he last saw her seven years previously.

The Ram Play
"Live the Life"
The character Jim lives in 68 Pleasant Street, Town of Stamborough,
Index County, State of New Leeds, zip code 01876, USA.
Pleasant Street is a couple of roads away off Route 124.
The 124th anniversary of Stamborough!
still wearing ASICS Kayano-15s go in front of jim at a ' they skippity pace. "good morning,
they greet jim, smile and jog on.

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Live the Life
written by Ramuel M. Raagas
from March to April 2009

This play is set in the year of our Good Lord 2000, in the town of Stamborough est. 1876.

The Ram Play
"Live the Life"
The character Jim lives in 68 Pleasant Street, Town of Stamborough,
Index County, State of New Leeds, zip code 01876, USA.
Pleasant Street is a couple of roads away off Route 124.
The 124th anniversary of Stamborough!
still wearing ASICS Kayano-15s go in front of jim at a ' they skippity pace. "good morning,
they greet jim, smile and jog on.

I.
II.
III.
IV.
V.
VI.
VII.

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Live the Life
written by Ramuel M. Raagas
from March to April 2009

This play is set in the year of our Good Lord 2000, in the town of Stamborough est. 1876.

THE PRIVATE LIFE OF WILBERFORCE WINDCHEATER

The story so far:

Teenager Wilberforce Windcheater has recently discovered the joys of working for a living. He is employed in a factory, and his job is to place plastic lids on top of tubs of freshly filled wood preserve. On an average day, he'd get through about nine hundred.

"Live the Life"
The Ram Play
written by Ram
March 2009

town of STamborough est. 1876.
68 Pleasant Street, Town of Stamborough,
Index County,
State of New Leeds, zip code 01876, USA
68 Pleasant Street, Town of Stamborough,
Index County,
State of New Leeds, zip codes 01876, USA
Route 124.

The 124th anniversary of STamborough!

Jim: Out of ink! Out of blue ink! But all I was printing was black! Black text! I checked my preferences to gray scale, for a print job that was all single-toned black.

Wilberforce Malcolm Windcheater is a middle aged, acne scarred, heavily bespectacled and highly balding man. He has the social skills of a wasp caked in plutonium, and still lives at home. His life story is now being told...read on.

Chapter XIII

Mr Leyland kept a studious eye on the assembly as the children made their through We Plough The Fields And Scatter, accompanied by the rocking Miss Hussey on piano.

Hi, I recently started playing with the idea of writing a novel.

Introduction

The uniformed security guard stationed at the entrance to the International Center for Mental Diseases stopped the middle-aged woman who was about to enter its premises. But the woman, with hair unkempt, kept on walking slowly and was oblivious to the guard who was calling to her a bit louder now.

“Hey! Hey, lady! Will you please wait?”

The woman, who kept on advancing slowly, did not show any sign that she had heard the guard who had by now planted his body right in front of her. Ragged breathing was the only sign of the temper he was trying to control.

[Below is Part One of a ten-part, 100,000-word completed novel]

6:00 a.m., Los Angeles, Julio, a Chateau Marmont gardener, looks up from deadheading hydrangeas. Sees an object fly off the top-floor terrace. Shiny square object glinting past espaliered pear trees; dive bombing the begonia bed.

Big thud.

Nobody calls out, nobody descends from the upper floors. Julio crawls across Korea grass, eyes clenched, trying to be invisible. Minutes pass. Julio moves his prey to the shelter of a princess flower gazebo.

Sweet and sour, that’s the nature of my relationship with my mother. She said that being her eldest, I’m both her comrade and her enemy since she was the sole breadwinner back then and I was left to manage the house. It seems we never saw eye to eye in almost everything from the way I budget the expenses, to my leniency in dealing with my younger siblings. I guess it’s due to age disparity and difference of generations on how we were brought up.