Vote for my daughter... SFW

[sir roger]

Happy to help

 

Presume the prize is a zone card & a march past the Kremlin.

[Carvalho Diablo]

Adam Taylor - 4.00%

 

Shakira Mason - 85.33%

 

Laura Wilkinson - 2.67%

 

Louise Aust - 8.00%

 

Voted.

 

63 of 75 voters have voted for your daughter.

 

Careful...Neko might veto the vote...

[RoboRiise]

 

A trip with a twist

There had always been a part of him who wanted to travel. He would lie awake in the darkness, watching the stars from his bedroom window, dreaming about experiencing what was out there, until the cogs of his imagination gradually began to wind down for the night. He would dream about amazing places, the sites and sounds of Paris. He dreamt that one day he would grow up become an explorer.

The sound of the local bus squealed as it stopped at the stop just outside his house, waking Lucas abruptly from what was a terrifying dream. The start of the week beckoned, and he was reluctant to get up. He began to shut his eyes and forget he was ever awake until the short, sharp buzzing of the alarm clock vibrated the bedside table; and then he knew he simply had to get up.

The weather that week had been far from pleasant. The snow and ice made his journey to work treacherous, as he was constantly avoiding performing various ice skating moves on the solid ice. Given that the weather wasn’t going to change in a hurry, a coat seemed very appropriate for the mornings trek. He hurriedly ate his cereal, and picked up his bag stuffed full of the previous nights work, and began to make his way down the stairs and out the front door.

The heavy snowfall had made the street seem just like a fairy cake, dripping head to toe in delicious icing. The sunlight caught scattered fragments of icicles, and made them glisten like stars. Lucas had no time to admire this as he was already running late, again. He increased his pace, and with few falls, finally made it to the bus stop, in time for the number 15.

Time began to pass, and Lucas became anxious, he could feel himself flustering and worrying. He began making desperate calls, apologizing to his workmates, and explaining why he was so late. After a few heated moments on the phone, Lucas was glad the weather was so cold. He looked around and acknowledged the other travellers; there were children with their music loud enough for him to hear, an old lady, who seemed to very faintly smell of coffee, and an important looking businessman reading the financial pages. At long last, the bus arrived, occasionally with its wheels dancing on the ice covered surface. The children hopped on, and raced for the back of the bus, their music still at a deafening pitch. Lucas was the last of the travellers, as he took his first step on, he was overpowered by the sheer warmth; it had hit him like a ton a bricks. Mesmerised, he found his way to the nearest available seat, and dumped his stuff. ‘If only the weather was as warm as this’ he thought to himself.

The bus roared to life, and skidded its way on long the ice. Christmas music was beginning to blare from the speaker system, and Lucas began to close his eyes and tap along to the beat of the song. It didn’t take long for the music to slowly fade and for his eyelids to start to droop. He had not had an enjoyable nights sleep, so what difference would a few seconds of rest make here or there.

People hurriedly passed him; the sound of a million pairs of shoes clattering the streets rang in his ears, like the gentle pitter patter of light rainfall. All he could hear was the din of people speaking on the phone, in a somewhat strange language. He looked up to see the rays of sunlight tumbling down. Something caught his eye, something large and beautiful. It was clear to him he was no longer sitting on the number 15. Awestruck, he turned and faced the Eiffel Tower, to see sunbeams bouncing off it. It couldn’t be. He rubbed his eyes, yet still the shadow of the tower remained. He was in Paris.

Without a seconds thought, he ran to the bottom of the tower and began to climb its vast number of stairs. He wouldn’t waste a minute of this experience, and so continued a fast pace all the way up to the top of the tower. The view was breathtaking. He could see for miles, the rolling hills of the countryside and the bustling city centre. Lucas surveyed this image and tried to savour this moment, something he could cherish for ever. He closed his eyes and thought about how many times he had dreamt about this moment; this couldn’t even compare with the happiness he was feeling right now. He felt like a king, looking down and seeing how beautiful and individual his kingdom was, exploring the scenes of everyday life from a perfect bird’s eye view. He opened his eyes, and began to descend down the 1665 stairs.

When Lucas reached the end of what seemed like the never ending staircase, he looked up one last time and saw how truly beautiful the Eiffel Tower was against the golden sky. As the sun began to set behind the skyscrapers, he made his way to a small gift shop he had passed on the way in. The shop sold very little, but they had just what he was looking for. He explained to the cashier in poor French, that he only had English money and the kind gentleman agreed to let him pay in pounds. This really had been the most magical day; he had become Lucas, the famous explorer, well at least for one day.

The bus sharply jolted forward, Lucas awoke with a start. He looked around to see everyone still seated exactly where they were. Had he dreamt it? The bus driver called out ‘last stop’, and Lucas grabbed his bag. Just then, a small but delicate figure of the Eiffel Tower dropped from his grasp. He bent down and picked it up, his face instantly lighting up, and radiating around the bus.

 

Laura Wilkinson aged 15.

 

Well better.

 

 

I stopped there, fucking fail. Don't give me that "oh she's just a kid" shit either, she's doing her GCSEs next year. Shambolic effort.

[Dr.Filth]

I voted for Laura Wilkinson. Hope Shakira still wins like.

 

It might be a good idea if a few others spread it around too before someone smells a rat.

[Thants]

Adam Taylor - 2.53%

 

Shakira Mason - 89.24%

 

Laura Wilkinson - 3.16%

 

Louise Aust - 5.06%

 

Kids have got to learn early that this world isn't fair. Job done.

[James]

Voted. On 89.16% now

[Teflon Don]

Done my bit. Current standings:

 

Adam Taylor - 2.38%

 

Shakira Mason - 89.29%

 

Laura Wilkinson - 2.98%

 

Louise Aust - 5.36%

 

168 responses

[Carvalho Diablo]

When poor Laura turns into a crack whore, and poor broken-hearted little Adam decides to end it all, overdosing on pain killers and gin, I hope all you dodgy collusive cunts are proud of yourselves.

 

Diff'rent Strokes II

[Trumo]

When poor Laura turns into a crack whore, and poor broken-hearted little Adam decides to end it all, overdosing on pain killers and gin, I hope all you dodgy collusive cunts are proud of yourselves.

 

Why? Shakira Mason could end up writing an epic tale about it. Could call it Arrivaderci.

[Furmedge]

Voted

 

Adam Taylor - 2.31%

 

Shakira Mason - 89.60%

 

Laura Wilkinson - 2.89%

 

Louise Aust - 5.20%

[a stoner]

89.83% now.

Good luck in this closely fought contest between TLW and anyone that can be bothered voting.

My 8 year old has had a picture published in a book called express yourself. It makes you so proud.

[Carvalho Diablo]

105 % now and questions are being asked...

[mlwilliams]

We're all going to hell.

[Lurtz]

The other kids' parents had exactly the same opportunity as Madders to exploit the internet in order tilt the vote in their respective child's direction. Nothing whatsoever unfair about this, it's simple opportunism. Good skills.

[Anubis]

We're all going to hell.

 

No, you'll be fine. Just look on it as a sort of internet version of Jim'll Fix It - TLW'll Fix It.

[Guest davelfc]

I just keep getting the word arrivagate.

[robbiefowler9]

Voted

Adam Taylor - 2.17%

[2.17%]

Shakira Mason - 90.22%

[90.22%]

Laura Wilkinson - 2.72%

[2.72%]

Louise Aust - 4.89%

[4.89%]

[Alan Sex]

[madstock]

Why? Shakira Mason could end up writing an epic tale about it. Could call it Arrivaderci.

 

If I could rep, I would.

 

Furthermore, "what Lurtz said"; I would imagine that the 15 & 16 year old entrants spend half their lives on facebook/twitter and have ample opportunity to ask for a vote, as could their parents.

 

Ta very muchly once again...

[Trumo]

If I could rep, I would.

 

Furthermore, "what Lurtz said"; I would imagine that the 15 & 16 year old entrants spend half their lives on facebook/twitter and have ample opportunity to ask for a vote, as could their parents.

 

Ta very muchly once again...

 

You could spend some of your daughter's winnings on an ST. After all, it's because of this forum she's likely to walk away with the prize.

[Anubis]

Why? Shakira Mason could end up writing an epic tale about it. Could call it Arrivaderci.

 

'Based On A True Story'

[Nick Leeson]

Madstock's surname isn't even Mason. He's grooming some 10 yr old child by helping her win a writing competition. You're all complicit.

[Thants]

Madstock's surname isn't even Mason. He's grooming some 10 yr old child by helping her win a writing competition. You're all complicit.

 

Who me? Ooo thankyou very much.

[Paulie Dangerously]

90.82%

[Acid]

Madstock did the right thing here. As if people go onto a bus website looked to vote on a story competition. He needed to get the word out and he came to the right place.

 

I wouldn't be surprised if he actually worked in Arrivas marketing department. The site has had more hits this past week than the whole of 2006.