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Poems of grit, fun and nonsense. #bookmarkquinn

Tag: story telling

  • The Pennybank Murders

    The Final Part By Mark Quinn The fog outside Pennybank Theatre is a real pea souper as the guests arrive clutching their personal invitations within their sweaty palms. No-one knows the reason for the show tonight except Superintendent Cyril Choppybottom as the auditorium fills with the murder suspects. The superintendent dims the lights.“Bloody hell, we

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  • The Pennybank Murders

    Part: 5 By Mark Quinn The Pennybank MurdersPart 5 The superintendent quickly rushes back to Pennybank Theatre to try and tie up a few clues. On entering the resting place of murder victim and theatre director Sally Comelightly he looks carefully at the clues that are scattered around the despicable yellow and green living area.

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  • The Pennybank Murders

    Part: 4 By Mark Quinn The Pennybank MurdersPart 4 Superintendent Cyril Choppybottom continues his investigation. After leaving Miss Imogen Armitage he makes his way through town on the gravel path with a ‘crunch crunch’ of the small stones under foot, such a pleasant sound. Suddenly Cyril can hear quick footsteps. They seem to get quicker,

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  • The Pennybank Murders

    Part: 2 By Mark Quinn The Pennybank MurdersPart 2 Down at Pennybank Theater Superintendent Cyril Choppybottom and Ginger Charlie Hopkins enter the attached living premises of theater director, and sadly the murder victim, Sally Comelightly.“My God this is hideous!” screams out the superintendent.Ginger Charlie looks at the super in shock.“But the victim is in the

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  • The Pennybank Murders

    Part: 1 By Mark Quinn It was a cold, dark October evening, and everything seemed okay until a loud knock on the front door.‘Thump, thump, thump.’“Who the cheesecake is this at this time of the evening? They best have a good reason for disturbing me,” says Choppybottom, Superintendent Cyril Choppybottom to be precise, as he

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  • RORTY

    Rorty: Part 3 By Mark Quinn Rorty Part 3. “Why you looking so shocked Christian? Have you never seen a wooden spoon before. A walking, talking ordinary wooden spoon?”Christian scrambles to his feet.“No, I mean yes, but your face!”Christian edges closer.“What’s wrong with my face?”“Well, you look evil. Tormented.”The wooden spoon moves fast and quick

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  • RORTY

    Rorty: Part 2 By Mark Quinn “Who is saying that? Come on, show yourself?”“Christian don’t get angry at me just because your life is duller than a one-euro lightbulb, and you can’t live your dreams.”Christian jumps off his forklift truck and tries to look through the gaps between the brown towering boxes of new furniture

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