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Sewing Machine Man

19 Friday Feb 2016

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killer, sewing machines, sweat shop

The Year is 1972.

And Alejandro Druis  is the Supervisor at

a Mexican Sweat Shop.

He is in charge of Thirty Machinists producing

fake Designer Labels.

From Handbags Clothes Shoes Belts and Accessories.

Whatever you want they can fake them all.

But Alejandro is a sleaze bag.

He has wandering Eyes and wandering Hands.

An accidental touch to the Breast.

Or maybe a touch to the inner Thigh.

The Girls are all too scared to say anything.

Because Alejandro is one creepy Guy.

But one of the Girls does complain.

She goes upstairs and tell the Owner of the Sweat Shop

All about Alejandro’s  groping and touching.

And that the Girls will go on Strike if it doesn’t stop.

The Owner Mr Mendez promises to fix the situation.

But there is a glint in His Eye.

Mr Mendez might look like a Model Citizen.

But He is just like Alejandro.

But He is an even Creepier Guy.

So Alejandro is dragged across the Coals by Mr Mendez.

.

And He is given a good dressing down.

He is told that this is His final warning.

One more indiscretion and He will be fired.

Alejandro walks out of the Office all Hot Headed and Wied.

Margurita the Girl who made the Complaint

Is walking Home after Work.

.It has been one hectic Day.

All She wants to do is to get Home to Her Husband and Kids.

Then a Car pulls up beside Her.

And the Driver offers Her a lift Home.

She looks in the Window and gives a look of distaste.

Jesus this Guy sure has a nerve.

But seeing that the Car isn’t being Driven by a Stranger.

She climbs on in.

But She should of listened to that voice in Her Head.

Screaming Danger Danger.

The Sewing Machine Man drives His victim Home

And into the cutting and sewing Room.

Then He joins the Needle with the Thread.

He starts up the Sewing Machine.

And with a double stitch he sews Her Mouth up nice

and tight.

Then Her Eyes are Double Stitched closed.

With the Sewing Machine Man.

Anything goes.

Then Margurita is dragged down to the Basement.

And wrapped in a White Sheet.

Then She is hung from the Rafters like a giant Cocoon.

But She will never turn into a Butterfly.

Not even a Moth.

Cause Margurita is enclosed in Her Burial Cloth.

The next Day at Work all of the Girls notice that

Margurita Work Station is empty.

Margurita’s Housemate tells the Girls that Margurita

didn’t come Home last night.

Then She looks over at Alejandro

And Her Eyes are filled with fright.

Then She starts to scream at Alejandro ‘What have you done

with Margurita?’

Alejandro yells back calling Her ‘One crazy Senorita’

Mr Mendez runs out of His Office.

And the Work Floor quietens down.

Alejandro whispers to Juanita that He will deal with Her later.

The Girls start up their Machines.

The Ordres have to go out on time.

The Girls whisper among themselves.

Because they all know that Margurita has been the victim

of a nasty Cime.

After a long Day at Work.

Juanita is tired and wants to get Home.

She cant afford to catch the Bus.

So She has to walk.

She is thinking about Margurita.

She knows that something bad has happened.

No one just disappears.

And as She walks along.

Her Eyes fill with Tears.

After walking for about Twenty Minutes.

The Hairs on the back of Her Neck stand on end.

She knows that She is being followed.

And as She starts to turn around.

A Hand covers Her Mouth stifling Her Scream.

And with the smell of Chloroform

Juanita starts to Dream.

The Sewing Machine Man is feeling pleased with Himself.

He drags Juanita into position.

She has seen and heard more then She should.

So He decides to use the Heavy Duty Thread.

And He Stitches Juanita’s Mouth and Eyes closed.

Juanita will never see or hear anything anymore.

She has left this World.

The Sewing Machine Man has Himself a little rest.

His sewing Fingers are getting a little sore.

Juanita is wrapped in a White Sheet.

And She is Hung up next to Margurita.

They both look like Eygptian Mummies in their

Burial Tomb.

The Sewing Machine Man stands back and admires His

Handiwork.

He can also see that there is still plenty of Room.

At the Sweat Shop the next Day.

Alejandro notices that Juanita isn’t sitting behind Her

Machine.

Now He is down Two Girls.

Jesus maybe He will have to operate a Machine Himself.

He looks at the Door.

Maybe Juanita is only running late?

It is time for a Cup of Coffee.

The work will have to wait.

In His Office Mr Mendez is watching Alejandro with

a smirk on His Face.

He knows exactly where Margurita and Juanita are.

They are hanging upside down in His Basement.

Then He looks at Alejandro again.

And He starts thinking about framing an Innocent

Man.

Mr Mendez calls Alejandro into His Office.

And tells Him that He isn’t feeling well.

So He is going Home early.

Alejandro couldn’t give a Shit.

He runs the place anyway.

Who cares if Mr Mendez goes Home?

While the Cat is away the Mouse will play.

So Alejandro gets up nice and close to the Girls as

they work.

And you know how Girls will gossip?

Alejandro cant believe what He is Hearing.

The Girls are talking about Mr Mendez

They think that Mendez has Killed the Two Girls.

Alejandro has also seen the Evil in Mr Mendez’s Eye.

And it is strange how He went Home early

He has never done that before.

Alejandro is concerned for the Girls.

But with Mendez out of the way.

He is first in line to take His place.

He could do a first class job.

Alejandro can sometimes be a Scumbag.

He has the same cruples as Sideshow Bob.

Mr Mendez has also been busy at Home

He has loaded the Two Girls into the back of His Truck.

He will drive over to Alejandro’s place and dump

them there.

Then He will call the Police.

What He doesn’t know is that Alejandro has called

the Police first.

With His concern for the Girls.

And His desire to be replacement.

He really wants be this Promotion.

He starts moving his stuff into Mr Mendez Office.

His plan is already in motion.

Mr Mendez has one last look around

Looking for anything He might have missed.

But the Basement looks all Spick and Span.

Mr Mendez is proud of Himself.

Cause after all He is The Sewing Machine Man.

He is so busy big noting Himself

That He doesn’t hear the pounding on the Front Door.

And He walks outside.

Straight into the Hands of Two Policeman.

He is placed in Handcuffs.

And put in the back of a Police Car.

If these Two Cops think that Cuffs can retrain Him

Well they haven’t seen nothing yet.

He just bides His time.

Waiting for the right moment.

No way is He going down for this Crime.

The Two Cops up front are talking.

Not paying any attention.

They aren’t expecting any trouble from the Cuffed Criminal

The Sewing Machine Man is relying on gut instinct.

And when the Traffic Lights turn Red.

He slips out of the Handcuffs.

And disappears into the Night.

And the chances of catches Him are very minimal.

Back at the Sweat Shop.

Alejandro and the Girls have heard about Mr Mendez arrest.

But they haven’t heard about His escape from custody.

Once they hear they should all run and hide.

Go under Police Protection.

Escape to the  Countryside.

Just get the fuck out of the State.

Cause the Sewing Machine Man is coming.

And He is full of hate.

Not that far away.

The Sewing Machine Man is preparing His Needle and Thread.

And polishing His Jamone.

He want be happy until all of the People who crossed Him are Dead.

The Sewing Machine Man is completely off His Head.

Keep an Eye out for Part Two.

‘The sewing Machine Man’

‘Janome on the Loose’.

THE END

Thank you for reading one of my stories and if you have the means could you please make a donation so i can finally be able to write fulltime. Thanks again Steven.

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Golden Dreams

07 Sunday Feb 2016

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dreams, gold, pirates, silver, treasure

For my Annual Holidays I decided to hire a Metal

Detector.

Go out to the middle of nowhere.

And make my fortune in Gold.

Or Silver Opals or Diamonds Or maybe I will find some

Buried Treasure

Or maybe I will find a Shit load of Gold Coins way in the

back of a Cave.

Jesus I am Daydreaming again.

So I tell my imagination to behave.

So I hire a Metal Detector.

And on my adventure I go.

As I drive I dream about Pirates Buccaneers.

And old wooden Ships.

Plus a cranky old Captain with a Parrot on His Shoulder.

I Dream about finding my fortune.

And a Gold Nugget as big as a Boulder.

So after driving for two days I finally reach my Destination.

I little place in Queensland called Cassowary Hideaway.

I find myself a little Bungalow.

And book in for a week long stay.

Early the next morning I drive into Town to pick up some

Supplies.

And while I am there I buy some Maps.

I ask the Newsagent if He has any Treasure Maps.

Preferably one where X marks the spot.

Only joking haha.

Well the Newsagent doesn’t get my sense of humour.

He looks at Me like I am some Loco from the South.

I can see that My charm isn’t working.

So for a change I just shut My Mouth.

Well the Locals sure are friendly I feel right at Home.

I buy the Maps and then go to the Grocery Store for some

Food and Water.

Then I jump into my 4WD to start My Detecting.

I just hope that my directions don’t need correcting.

But before I head off inland.

I decide to give My Detector a trial run on the Beach.

So I walk up and down the Sand.

Waving that thing back and forth.

And right away it goes odd with the pinging sound

of success,

But a couple of Hours.

All I got for my trouble was a rusty old Horse Shoe Car

Keys a few Coins and a cast iron Camp Fire Pan.

I hope that I have better luck Tomorrow.

When I travel deep into the Hinterland.

I wake early the next Morning.

And after a breakfast of Bacon and Emu Eggs.

I set off for a five hour drive.

But if I stumble across a likely looking spot.

I will stop and check it out.

And after two hours that is exactly what happened.

I like the look of a little clearing  beside a trickle of

a Creek.

Hopefully My Metal Detector will go ballistic.

And I will make My Fortune before the end of the Week.

After setting up all of my Camping gear.

It is time to take in My surroundings.

So I grab my Detector and go on a walk about.

Well I walk around for Hours.

And the only thing that I Detect.

Is that the Clouds have turned dark and gloomy.

So I hurry back to my Four Person Tent.

And for one Person it is nice and roomy.

As I sit there watching the Rain coming down.

Enjoying a cold Beer or Two.

Then My Mind starts to wander.

As I look out at the great wide yonder.

Maybe I will find a Treasure Chest  full of Jewellery

and Silver.

Or a giant Nugget weighing a Thousand Ounces.

Or maybe I will find a secret Government Vault

Like the American Fort Knox.

Then I can buy myself a Mansion.

And stop living on the Street of Hard Knocks.

I Smile as I think about My Golden Dream.

Then I feel that My Bladder is full.

So I let loose a long golden stream.

I have a restless Night.

Thinking about all of the Wild Animals out there.

Cassowarys Dingoes Spiders Snakes and Scorpions.

And of course the Salt Water Crocodile.

An Ancient Reptile like a Freight Train with Teeth.

The most dangerous Animal on Earth.

Is the one that lurks beneath.

The next Morning I wake up tired weary and wired.

But after a Breakfast of Bacon and Eggs

I am ready to go exploring.

So I decide to follow the Creek inland.

To see where it will take Me.

And as I take in the beautiful scenery

I realise that this place is where every Person on Earth

should see.

As I wave My Detector around.

The Air is filled with the sound of silence.

It is not picking up a thing.

Maybe it is broken?

So I do some tinkering

And finally I get a sound

But it is not the sound of striking Gold

It is not that at all.

It is the sound of a Waterfall.

I walk towards the sound.

And I come across a large Billabong.

About Fifty Metres wide.

And God knows how deep.

And My Detector is still turned on.

And it is going ballistic.

Like a deranged out of control Pogo Stick.

Then it jumps out of My Hands.

And takes off towards the Falls.

It cuts through the Water like a Outboard Motor.

Or like a crazy Whipper Snipper.

Jesus I think I have hit the jackpot.

You little ripper.

Well the fastest way to see what is behind the Falls.

Is for Me to go for a swim.

So I strip down to My Underwear.

Have a quick look out for a Croc.

Then I jump right in.

It is only Thirty Metres to the Falls.

But it looks so far away.

Then I feel a tightening in My Balls.

A Crocodile is Twenty Metres behind Me.

And it is closing in fast.

I only have a few Metres to go.

So I start to Swim like a Torpedo.

It is like I am wearing Fuel Injected Speedos

I just make it.

Before the Croc can give my Arse another hole.

I shoot beneath the Falls.

Like a Bullet from a Gun.

And it feels like I have swum straight towards the Sun.

I cant believe My Eyes.

I have swum into a Golden Cave.

The Cave looks to be about Ten Metres deep.

And it is Choc a Bloc with Gold.

Gold Bars Gold Jewellery Gold Gold Gold.

It must be a long lost Pirate Treasure.

Captain Hook Captain Kidd Captain Blue Beard.

One of those.

Wait what am I Hearing?

Beep Beep  Beep Beep

Jesus it is my Alarm Clock.

The whole Adventure was just a Dream

I cant believe it was just a Dream.

A Golden Dream.

THE END

Thank you for taking the time to read one of my stories and if you have the means could you please make a donation so i can reach my goal of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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Ego Is A Muscle (Mind Gym)

05 Friday Feb 2016

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ego, facebook, lonliness, public speaking, self esteem

Your Ego is a Muscle.

If you want to keep it in shape.

You have to work on it.

But your Ego is a fragile Muscle.

But don’t overdo it.

Just take it nice and slow.

Relax go at it nice and easy.

Close your Eyes and go with the flow.

But don’t work on your Ego too much.

Or it will get out of control.

And someone with a huge Ego is very hard to take.

I can only handle them in small doses.

People with huge Egos come across as insecure and fake.

Jenny Donahue is a Mousey young Women.

She is lonely and still Single.

She wants desperately to get off Her Lounge Chair.

And get out and mingle.

But She is afraid of the big wide world.

She wants a Boyfriend to Love and hold.

And maybe down the Road there will be a Diamond Ring.

Jenny goes off to work everyday.

Then She drives Home all alone.

She sits down in front of the TV with a cup of Coffee.

But His Eyes keep drifting to Her Mobile Phone.

She just wants somebody to give Her a call.

And give Her Ego a boost.

But just like an Old Mother Hen.

She settles down to roost.

The next day ay work Jenny just goes through the Motions.

Sitting in front of Her Computer.

Jenny needs a kick start to Her confidence.

She needs someone to Reboot Her.

So once again Jenny goes Home all alone.

She unwinds and makes Herself a snack.

Her Eyes drift to Her Phone.

But once again it doesn’t ring or vibrate.

Jenny needs a helping Hand.

Before it is too late.

Then She starts up Her Laptop.

And connects to the Internet.

She visits a few sites.

And has a little look.

She is just about to Shutdown.

When She decides to visit Facebook.

After looking at what Her non existant Friends are up to.

Her Eyes are drawn to an Advertisement for an App called

Mind Gym.

It promises to ‘Give your Ego and Self Esteem a tweek’

;All you have to do is Seek’.

So Jenny downloads the App to Her Phone.

And She places Her Headphones to Her Ears.

Then She lays down for a nap.

So while Jenny is asleep.

The App goes to work.

Her Brain is being rewired

Her Ego is now pumped and bigger.

And Her Self Esteem has been boosted

The Mind Gym App has pulled the Self Confidence trigger.

Jenny wakes up feeling refreshed.

It is like She is a new Person.

She takes Her time applying Her Makeup.

Before She couldn’t give a Shit.

Now She wants to look Her best.

As She brushes and combs Her Hair.

Jenny decides that She will go new Clothes shopping

Then She sees Her reflection in the Mirror.

She thinks it is time to do some Bar hopping.

Thanks to the Mind Gym App.

Jenny now feels that She do anything and go anywhere.

She feels  like a Movie Star.

She has noticed all of the Males staring.

Jenny was once an under achiever.

But with Her Ego back to normal.

She is now a true believer.

On the other side of the World.

Lives a Forty year old Male.

Barry Richards is shitting Bricks.

He is as nervous as Hell.

He has just been promoted to the Companies Management

Team.

And he has to chair the first meeting.

And we all know what that means .

Public Speaking.

On the Night before the Meeting.

Barry is at Home having a Beer.

All He can think about is the prospect of talking

in front of Thirty People.

It is driving Barry crazy.

He would rather be impaled on a Church Steeple.

Barry and talking don’t go together.

He is afraid that he will say the wrong thing.

And besides He would rather just listen.

When Barry is nervous He starts to Stammer and Stutter.

And He breaks out in a sweat.

His Skin gets all wet and glistens.

Barry Richards is a nervous wreck.

Barry knows that He is lacking in confidence.

And that His Ego is a bit down.

And it needs a boost.

And His Self Esteem is in need of a jump start.

But He doesn’t want to put the Horse before the Cart.

So just like Jenny he goes onto the Internet.

Mr Google will have all the answers.

But first Barry goes to Facebook.

And he notices the Mind Gym App.

Barry starts to get really excited.

He is tired of feeling like Crap.

And just like Jenny before Him.

He plugs His Earphones into His Phone.

Then He has a Lay down.

And the App does its thing.

As He sleeps Barry’s Eyelids are jumping.

He is starting to feel confident.

All of Barry’s Ego Muscles are pumping.

He is having an Ego workout while He is Horizontal.

Barry’s Ego and Self Esteem are now Full Frontal.

It goes without saying that Barry’s Presentation

went off without a hitch.

He talked and talked about Sales growth now and looking

forward.

He says that the Company’s future looks bright.

And that it is in good hands.

The People in attendance all got up and applauded.

All of Barry’s worrying was all for nothing.

He now feels like He has been reborn.

His Ego has been Wined and Dined.

And His Self Esteem has been refined.

A low Ego and Self Esteem can be a real hassle.

So if you know somebody who might be lonely

and feeling a bit left out.

Just realise that not everybody is a People Person.

But they are still a Person.

Not a lump of Wood.

So just give them a Smile and some conversation.

If you could.

THE END

Thank you for taking the time to read one of my stories and if you have the means could you please make a donation so i can achieve my dream of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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