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Adapting 'A Clockwork Orange'

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Oh my brothers we went a bit malenky after watching the old gabbart fall to his knobby wobs. He opened his jaw real horrorshow… yelping a fright so high it shunned my ears shut.

The juices poured from his taster and Pete took to the ribs once again.


“Oh there ain’t no law and order anymore I tell you! No such thing as law and order anymore!” The old gabbart yawned on about for what seemed like ages. He started to cup his grabbers to try and clot the red pouring from out his lippies.


Pete rammed another rib, I grabbed my poker and pushing in on it to stop his talker from yabbying on any longer.


“Listen here you old veck one you” I start, the red hands reaching out for me to try and stop the nonsense from continuing any further. I pull a naughty smirk as his breaths became shorter and shorter. When I tell you the feeling of giddy was at its highest … oh my brothers that would be very true.


“Law and order you say?” I continue, knowing very well those fuzzies would never come ‘round here anymore to stop I (that is Alex), Pete, Georgie-worge or Dim. The old one is right here, but what is he to do about anything now? My brothers… he will lay in his scruff and tough until the end of time it seems. He has nowhere to venture, and that makes me a happy fellow.


“Alex… the sirens! They coming for us... I hear!” Dim screeches, grabbing on to my elbow and shaking me real jelly. I release the now motionless old gab lying on the dirty and jammy dodge my poker into Dim.


“Nobody will be looking for us here my brother” I say as calmly as I can muster. Dim has lost his voice it seems, looking at me like he saw a phanny jump out from behind me real spirit like. It made me grin.


“Y-yes Alex. R-right you are!” Dim stumbles, trying hard to get rid of the rod I prod upon him.


Then I hear the sound of wailing from behind me. Real loud it seems... getting closer and closer to where we brothers stand.


I take my rod away and pick up the text from the dead one...ripping its pages real savage like.


“Come away my brothers” I say, my feet carrying me further away from the noisey nonsense late from this evening.


Written by Camryn Durante

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