Original writing - Some things don't sink.
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| Submitted: Tue Sep 16 2003
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John, the local vicar, was a small and plump man with shambolic hair. His posture said nothing for him. Being the vicar was a family tradition, although he liked been the vicar he longed to move from the small village of Cawood, and go do something exciting with his life. It was late Friday night, and John was asleep, lost in the world of his visionary thoughts, when suddenly he heard this almighty bang! He immediately awoke and rushed to get his dressing gown on. He raced down the stairs as fast as he could, jolted down the hallway until he reached the large oak door. By the time he got there the banging was becoming louder and more frequent. John peered through the spy hole and saw a large man standing in front of the door. The door grinded the floor as John opened it. Then in came this unstable...

