Thrice Upon a Swine.

Story written by Rob Kosy on Monday 16, May 2011

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My entry for the April/May story contest (the way I intended to present it before all the computer trouble I experienced when posting originally).

Overall Rating: 92%

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Vocabulary:90%
Once upon a time, and all that bollocks, there were three little twats: Porky, Dorky and Slim. Of course, those weren't their real names. I chose those monikers myself after they stitched me up and left me to rot in this maximum security dump these past twenty years. I'm Wilf by the way; 'Big Bad Wilf' as I was once known in the criminal underworld - It's a play on words in reference to a terrifying, monthly affliction I've suffered since my mid twenties. Though I have to say; the suffering and afflicted parts have never bothered yours truly (far from it) and it's everyone else who's terrified, not me. Before my incarceration, I even welcomed my four-weekly metamorphosis; and why not? Over the years it had elevated my social and fiscal worth to the point where I was pretty much untouchable, king of the hill, the daddy. A biological windfall if ever there was one. Which begs the question: how did those three, defenceless little pigs ever get the best of me? Well, allow me to enlighten you.
   

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    Excellent! What a good, funny take on the story! Good job!
    Thanks, kt. Don't think I've ever written anything so lengthy so quickly. & I enjoyed every minute of it.