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Half A Giraffe

24 Friday Jun 2016

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In the Undergrowth beneath a Canopy of Trees

A Female Giraffe is giving Birth.

The Mama Giraffe is Nervous and a bit scared

Predators are always looking for a Meal.

She has been in Labour for a few Hours.

But now Her Baby is here.

With a last Contraction and a final push.

She gives Birth.

When She bends down to clean Her Newborn.

She is taken aback.

She can hardly believe what She is seeing.

She looks over to the Father.

Like it is His fault.

Then She Screams’What the Heck?’

‘My Baby has no Neck’

The Baby Giraffe struggles to His Feet

He looks like a Calf with long Legs

Like a Baby Camel on Stilts

Or a little Foal Standing on Tippy Toe

But it is only a Baby Giraffe.

Well it is but it is only Half.

Mama Giraffe looks down once again at Her

latest addition.

And their Eyes meet.

Mama Giraffes Heart melts.

And She Licks Her Baby Clean.

Even though His Neck is a little on the short side

He is Her own Precious Baby Giraffe.

Even if it is only half.

The Baby Giraffe stands there waiting for His Mama

to give some Milk.

But it is to short to reach the Teat.

He strains to reach again.

Then His Mama squats down.

But still that Milk making pleasure Machine.

Is just a bit out of reach.

Then His Mamas Knees Buckle.

And the Baby half a Giraffe starts to Suckle.

After Drinking His fill.

The Baby half a Giraffe wanders off to explore His World

His Mama is still Splayed out struggling to get to Her Feet

But She finally makes it.

Her Legs feel like They are about to Snap.

Giraffes weren’t designed to bend down like that

She will have to think of another way to Feed Her Offspring

Jesus Her Knees are really starting to Sting.

The Baby half a Giraffe has had enough with Exploring

It is Time for another Taste of His Mamas Milk.

But once again He is having trouble reaching that Milk output

Button.

He Jumps up and down but He still cant make it.

He really could do with a Trampoline.

Because if He keeps Jumping like that He will burst a Spleen.

Mama Giraffe is getting worried.

The Baby half a Giraffe is laying on the Ground.

He hasn’t Drunk any Milk.

He needs to Drink every Two Hours or so.

Or He will start to Dehydrate.

Maybe He can Stand on a Plastic Crate?

Up in the Trees a Monkey has noticed the Mama Giraffes

predicament.

So She Climbs down to offer some assistance.

She goes in between Mamas Hind Legs.

Grabs that Milk Vending Teat.

And takes Aim.

The Baby half a Giraffe is watching the Monkey

So He opens His Mouth.

And the Monkeys aim is true.

The Baby half a Giraffe Swallows every drop that He can

If He Drinks any more He will start to Float like Peter Pan.

With Hs Belly full the Baby half a Giraffe is satisfied.

But He wonders why He cant reach Mamas Milk naturally?

Why cant God make things easy?

And deliver Milk in a Carton.

The Baby half a Giraffe soon falls asleep

He Dreams that He is Tall just like His Mama

What is wrong with His Vertebrate?

Why is it running so late?

The Baby half a Giraffe wakes up with a Stomach Ache

Was there something wrong with the Milk?

Maybe He is Lactose Intolerant?

Maybe it is time to start on Solids?

After all He cant reach His Mamas Milk Dispensing Organ

anyway.

Not without the help from the friendly Monkey.

Mabe the time is right to Eat something Green and Chunky.

But it is still way to early for the Baby half a Giraffe to start

Eating His Greens.

So with the help from the Friendly Monkey He continues to

Drink His Mamas Milk.

With no adverse reaction.

He is Growing Taller and Stronger

But sadly His Neck hasn’t grown any longer.

But He is Taller

So the Baby half a Giraffe reaches up with His Mouth

Maybe His Mama will have a Leakage problem?

And He can catch a few Drops?

SO He reaches and reaches.

And what do You know?

Houston We have Contact.

The Baby half a Giraffe for the first time in His Short Life

Is actually Drinking from His Mamas Milk Offloading

System.

So He Drinks greedily before the Supply runs out.

But after a few Mouthfuls His Mama pulls away.

That would be right.

The first Time that He can Drink for Himself

His Mama cuts off His Supply

He looks to the Sky and Screams.

‘Why Mama why?’

But Mama knows best.

She has wandered off to a Grove of Trees

The Baby half a Giraffe has no choice but to follow

The Time is right for Him to start Eating Leaves Twigs

and Branches.

All of that Body Building Green Stuff

But God it is mighty tough

He watches as His Mama Eats

And He tries to follow Her Lead.

But the same old problem occurs

His Legs might have Grown

But His Legs sure as Shit hasn’t.

Those Leaves are just out of his reach

If the Baby half a Giraffe had a Neck

He would Hang it in shame

Everything changes

But some things stay the same.

Just then a Old Grey Tortoise comes to Rest under the

Baby half a Giraffes Feet.

The Tortoise Squats down.

And Gingerly the Baby half a Giraffe Steps up onto its

Shell.

Then the Old Grey Tortoise Elevates Itself

And the Baby half a Giraffe starts to Chew on a Leaf for

the first Time in His Life.

Then He Eats another and another

And pretty soon He has Eaten His fill

On Wobbly Legs He Steps back down to the Ground

God He can barely move.

He must of put on Twenty Pound.

The Baby half a Giraffe continues to put on Weight

And He grows Taller Everyday

But His Neck still hasn’t grown one inch

Where His Shoulders end

His Head begins.

There is nothing in between

How can Mother Nature be so Mean?

The Baby half a Giraffe is feeling down in the Dumps

He isn’t paying attention to His Mama

So He doesn’t Hear Her Cry of Alarm

But then He feels a intense Pain in His Throat

He is being dragged up a Tree by a Big Cat with Spots

A Female Leopard for sure.

The Baby half a Giraffe cant Breathe

He cant take much more.

Both His Body and Legs are hanging over the side of the

Branch.

The pressure on His Throat is intense

Then CLICK CLICK  CLICK

He can feel Himself Stretching

His Vertebrate has Clicked into place

‘W hat the heck I have a Neck’

Then His Feet touch the Ground.

And He starts to Run.

And He pulls that Leopard clean out of the Tree

And luckily He Runs straight to His Mama and the rest

of the Herd.

The Leopard Snarls then disappears into the Scrub.

While Mama Giraffe Hugs Her Fully Grown Bub.

With His new Neck.

The Baby Giraffe feels Twenty Feet Tall

He only has a few Scars from His brush with Death

He bounces up and down with a new zest for Life

Is He Tall enough to find Himself a Wife?

He Runs around without a care in the World

He can finally reach even the highest of Branches

And His Mama has finally given Him a Name.

STRETCH.

THE END

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Mutant Moth (Part Two )

19 Sunday Jun 2016

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In Part One I told you all about the Mutant Moths

that had invaded My Pantry.

And how they had become stuck on the Glue surface

of a Pantry Moth Trap.

Where they Died and started to Rot.

But then they all come back from the Dead

They escaped from the Moth Bait.

Leaving behind Legs Wings and in some cases a Head.

Then they went Underground

Only to re-emerge Three Months later.

They had discovered My Housemates Muscle Building

Protein Powders.

Then they started to grow and grow.

These Moths are now Mutant Moths

All of them are missing Body Parts

Some have grown to the size of a Small Bird

While others have grown to the size of a Small Dog

One of the Dog sized Mutant Moths was Flying around

My House.

Then it Dive Bombed Me shattering My Left Hip.

Now I am laying in agony on My Living Room Floor

My Hip Bone has broken through the Skin.

And it is sticking out like a Lamb Shank

Then the Mutant Moth Flies lower and lower covering Me

in Gossamer Threads.

Then it sticks Me with Its Probiscus

Now I am shrouded in a Giant Cocoon.

Part Two

I know that I need to escape from this Gossamer Prison

Before I run out of Oxygen.

Plus I really need to Pee.

I wont be able to hold it much longer

But I don’t want to do it in this Confined Space

I might Drown in My Own Urine.

And I haven’t exactly got a Snorkel at Hand

My Gossamer Cocoon Hell Hole is transparent

I can see the shadows of the giant Mutant Moths

as they Fly around My House.

Them One of them lands on Me and starts to prod Me

with its Feeding Tube.

I have been struck before by that thing

And I didn’t like the Feeling

I avoid it in the best way that I can

Then I feel something running down My Leg.

I cant believe it.

I have Pissed Myself.

The Smell of My Urine is driving the Mutant Moths Crazy

It Stabs and Stabs with its Probiscus

Like it is in a Feeding Frenzy

What a way to go.

Stabbed to Death by a Killer Giant Mutant Moth.

I need to escape from this Cocoon Pronto

So I slide over a few Inches and start to use My Broken

Hip Bone like a Saw.

The Pain is excruciating  but I try to block it out

I act like a Human Black n Decker

I Cut open a Two Foot long Slit.

Then I start to Crawl out.

Then Two of those Mutant Moths land on My Hip

And again I am Stabbed by their Feeding Parts

Immediately My Left Leg goes Numb.

Which is good.

Because now I am Pain Free.

I just hope that I don’t become their next Meal.

My House is now full with Morphine Injecting Urine

loving giant Mutant Moths.

But at least I am Mobile again.

That Numbing Agent that they Injected Me with

Is really doing a great Job.

I just hope that My Insides don’t turn to Jelly

Otherwise the Mutant Moths will enjoy a Hearty liquid

Meal of Human Soup.

Two Mutant Moths are Sitting on My Groin sucking up

the wet patch.

Jesus this is Gross.

I grab hold of those Two Motherfuckers

And I rip their Wings off.

But they just unfold a spare set

And take off Outside.

The Walls in My House has about Fifty large Holes

Where the Mutant Moths have Punched through

The Sunlight starts to stream in

And I can see My Neighbours House.

The Mutant Moths are Flying all over the Neighbourhood.

People are Running around Yelling and Screaming

Trying to avoid a Mutant Moth Aerial Attack.

Then an Idea starts to form in My Head

I remember that the House Three Doors down has a large

in-ground Swimming Pool.

I Yell out as Loud as I can.

I tell My Neighbours to gather as many People as they can.

Then run to the Jackson’s Place.

I Race down there.

And there are already Ten People Milling about.

Confusion and fear written all over their Faces.

As best as I can I explain about the Mutant Moths and their

Taste for Human Urine.

So the Guys get their Junk out and start Pissing away

The Girls are more discreet.

They go behind a Tree and Pee into  bucket.

Then empty the contents into the Pool.

Soon there are more than a Hundred People Pissing into

that Pool.

I just hope that the Urine wont be to Diluted by the Water

in the Pool.

Or the Mutant Moths might not be Attracted.

But I was worrying about nothing.

The Mutant Moths land in the Pool like they are Kamikaze

They just cant help themselves.

And in less than Ten Minutes all of the Mutant Moths are

Swimming in the Pool.

The only thing missing is the Pina Coladas

Seventy Five Guys are still Pissing in the Pool

I am surprised that the Mutant Moths aren’t Wearing Shower

Caps.

They are enjoying it that much.

But soon they are overwhelmed by the Yellow Stream

And One by One the Mutant Moths start to Sink and Drown.

Mt Jackson brings over the Pool Cover.

And we Cover that Mutant Moth filled Pool

The Mutant Moths are Sealed inside their Burial Tomb.

The Mutant Moths have been Defeated.

Defeated by an Act of Nature.

Right at the Eleventh Hour.

It just goes to show that You can never under estimate

the Power.

Of the Golden Shower.

A couple of Hours later after all of the Humans have departed

A ripping Sound comes from the Pool.

And a Wet Mutant Moths pokes its Head out

So there will have to be a Part Three.

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Frank and Stein

17 Friday Jun 2016

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Detectives Frank Pullen and Michael Stein are Cold Case

Detectives.

They are looking for any sort of Clue that might of been

missed.

Any thread of Evidence that will bring Closure.

So that the Families of the Missing and Murdered can

find some Peace.

And have some Remains to Bury with Dignity.

And before You say anything

They have both heard all of the Jokes about Their Names

How when You put them together You create a Monster.

You have to have a sense of Humour when You are dealing with

sadness and misery.

Anything to solve a Case.

One Cold Case in particular has Them perplexed.

It is so Cold it is almost frozen.

It concerns the Murder of Ten Young Females back in 1999

On January 9 of that Year 18 year old Jane Sinclair  was found

Murdered up in the Hollywood Hills.

Four Inch Nails had been driven  through Her Wrists and Ankles

Pinning Her to the Ground.

She had been Stabbed a total of Forty Seven times.

A long Blonde Wig had been placed on Her Head.

And the Words ‘The Albino’ was cut into Her Abdomen

Plus She had been Raped brutally

Then on the Ninth of every Month a new Victim was found

up in the Hills.

With the same M.O The Four inch Nails the Blonde Wig the

Words ‘The Albino’

cut into her Stomach plus She was also brutally Raped.

The last known Victim was Named Sandra Jones Aged just

Nineteen

She was found on the 9th of October 1999.

Once again up in the Hollywood Hills.

Even though the Hollywood area was swamped with Police

on the Ninth of each Month.

‘The Albino’ Killer was never Apprehended.

No Evidence of any sort was ever found

No DNA Tyre Prints Semen nothing not even a lousy Finger print.

It was like the ‘Albino’ was a Ghost.

So for Seventeen Years the ‘Hollywood Hills’File has been

gathering Dust.

On the Cold Case Shelf.

Despite all the Years of Investigating by the Los Angeles

Homicide Division.

No Suspect was ever Interviewed.

But now after all of this Time

The Case is to be Re-investigated by Two of the best Cold Case

Detectives in California

Det Frank Pullen and Det Michael Stein.

Frank and Stein.

The first thing that they do is visit the Crime Scene

As they have a look around they find it hard to believe that ‘The Albino’

Committed all of these grisly Murders

And yet Nobody saw a thing

Tourists flock to the ‘Hollywood’ sign all Year round

Yet No One has ever come forward.

Could it be that these Murders was committed by one of their own?

Back at the Precinct Frank and Stein are pouring over the Crime scene

Photos

For about the Hundredth time.

All of the Victims have been Bled out.

With the Transluscent Skin and the Blonde Wig.

They all kind of look like Albinos

Is the Killer metaphorically Killing Himself?

Is the Killer an Albino?

As Frank and Stein go over the Old File

Frank thinks that it could be a Fellow Police Officer

While Stein thinks that it is a Local that knows the area

so well that He just blends in unnoticed

But as they argue back and forth

They both notice that the Crime Scenes share another

thing in common.

The Medical Examiner at every scene was Dr William Campbell

Frank and Stein have worked with Dr Campbell on many occasions

And He was always the complete Professional.

He did everything by the Book.

But He was also very arrogant and standoffish

They haven’t worked with Dr Campbell in a long time

Maybe He has Retired?

Frank calls the M.E Office and asks to Speak to Dr Campbell

And He is surprised when His call is put through

So Dr Campbell hasn’t Retired

Why haven’t they seen Him at any Crime Scenes?

When Dr Campbell answers Frank informs Him that He and Stein

have re-opened the ‘Hollywood Hills’ case from 1999.

Frank asks the Doctor what can He remember about the Case

And Dr Campbell says that He cant remember the Case clearly

But He will look at the Old Case File and call back in a Day or Two

When He arrives Home Dr Campbell is fuming.

After Seventeen Years He thought that He had got away with

committing Ten Murders.

Now that Frank and Stein are on the Case.

He knows that it is only a matter of time before they crack the Case

wide open.

Dr Campbell looks out of His Living Room Window.

The ‘Hollywood’ Sign is only 500 Yards away.

He has donned a long Blonde Wig

He is Naked except for a Pair of White Socks.

When You look around the Living Room everything is White

The Walls the Ceiling The Furniture The Carpet.

Everything is stark White.

Even the Television and Sound System are hidden behind a White

Cabinet.

He Sits on a White Leather Lounge with a Whiskey.

And He Strokes Himself as He thinks back to when He was Eighteen

That is when He was Diagnosed with a rare Blood Disorder.

That left Him extremely weak and pale.

People started to call Him the ‘Albino’

Everybody feel sorry for Him

He was the centre of attention.

All of the Girls liked to play with His Blonde Wig

And a whole lot more.

But Six Months later.

After a succession of Blood Transfusions.

He was Cured and Disease free.

He was no longer the centre of attention

The Girls no longer came around

He was now just plain William Campbell.

No One would give Him the time of Day

Why couldn’t He stay an ‘Albino’?

He knows that Frank and Stein will never give up until

the Case is solved.

And He cant let that happen

So Frank and Stein will have to be taken out

Gunned down in the Line of Duty?

Or Killed in a Police Pursuit?

After one last Whiskey He Retires to Bed

But He knows that He wont Sleep

Frank and Stein are at the Precinct first thing in the Morning

They have been searching on the Net for any Albinos that Lived

in the L A area back in 1999

And there were only Three.

But all of them were way to Young at the Time.

So they are ruled out as Suspects

But with some further digging they come across an Article in the

Los Angeles Chronicle on the 10th June 1999

The Story is about a Youngster Named William Campbell

Who has received Life saving Blood Transfusions.

A Photo Beneath shows William Campbell the ‘Albino’

in Hospital

Well well well

So Dr Campbell was once Nick Named the ‘Albino’

Why has He never mentioned this in Seventeen Years?

Time to pay the Good Doctor a visit

So they jump into a Squad Car and they race towards the

Doctors Home up in the Hills.

But as they get close to the Doctors House they are rammed from

behind by a large Sedan

And in the Rear view Mirror Stein can see a Person wearing a Blonde

Wig

Trying to push them off the Road

Frank slams on the Brakes and the Maniac swerves to avoid a Collision

And Drives right through a Guard Rail

And down a fifty foot Embankment.

His Car becomes airborne and hits the ‘H’ of the Hollywood Sign.

The ‘Albino’ starts to climb out of the Car

When it bursts into Flames

And He is Incinerated in the Metal Coffin

And He is Cremated at the same time

The ‘Hollywood Hills’ Cold Case is officially closed.

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Pistol Packing Nun

03 Friday Jun 2016

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Sister Carmel is a Twenty Eight Year old  Catholic Nun

And since taking Her Vows back in 2008

She has served Her Church and Community  with dignity

and Compassion.

Everwhere She goes She gives Her Rosary a gentle rub

And She says a little Prayer.

But Sister Carmel is very Nervous

Her Eyes are going everywhere.

Last Week She was accosted and threatened by a group

of Thugs.

While She was out and about helping the Needy.

She still cant believe that it happened.

She is a Catholic Nun.

She doesn’t carry anything of any Value.

One of the Thugs pulled out a Knife.

And threatened Sister Carmels Life.

But then the Thugs all have a laugh and go on their way.

But they cant resist a parting gesture.

The One with the Knife gives Sister Carmel a nasty little Cut

And Blood starts flowing down her cheek.

The Thugs took off Hi Fiving with a Foul Mouth Banter.

Sister Carmel runs in the opposite direction in a Habit

flowing Canter.

Sister Carmels Knees are knocking when She arrives back

at the Church.

She knows that She knows that She is in need of protection.

Maybe a Bodyguard.

Like in that Movie with Whitney Houston.

But She knows that She cant afford that.

She needs something cheap and handy.

So She will get Herself a Gun.

And become a Pistol Packing Nun.

So a few Days later She slips out of Church.

Wearing plain Street Clothes.

No One will ever know that She is a Nun.

With a $100 that Her Mother sent Her.

She hopes to Buy a Compact Pistol.

So She can feel Safe and Sound.

In fact Sister Carmel is no Stranger to Guns

Back on the Farm in Montana She was something of an Annie

Oakley.

She can hit a Target from Fifty Yards.

And a Deer from even further.

But now living in New York City

There is only One question.

Luger Glock or a Smith&Wesson?

It doesn’t take Her long to find a sleaze bag

Having a Car Boot Sale.

He isn’t Selling Plants Pots and Pans or Stereo Equipment

He is Selling Tasers Guns and He even has a small Rocket

Launcher.

Plus a fine selection of Knives.

Sister Carmel is feeling like a Cat with Nine Lives.

For $75 She buys Herself a Pocket sized Smith & Wesson

Plus a free box of Ammunition.

She feels a whole lot safer walking the Streets with a Gun

Now She is a Pistol packing Soul destroying Nun.

An it is just as well.

Because on Her way back to the Church

She stops at a Convenience Store to buy some Milk and a Twinkie

As She walks the Aisles She Hears a commotion at the Store Front.

Maybe it is just a harmless little Fight.

Or a Kid with a Water Pistol having some Fun.

Well whoever it is should know better.

Because there is nothing more dangerous than a Pistol packing Nun

Obviously they don’t.

Because a Scream rings out from the front.

Sister Carmel rushes to the Shop Assistants Aid.

Where She is confronted by a Smackhead with a Rolling Pin

The Smackhead is in a rage and a Heart full of Sin.

She is either off Her Face.

Or She is looking for some Pastry to roll out.

Off Her Face is more likely.

So Sister Carmel proceeds with caution.

You can only take Smackheads in small portions

Sister Carmel arrives quietly and unannounced

With Her Smith % Wesson at the ready.

She feels like a Paratrooper drifting in unnoticed

Sister Carmel is ready for the fight.

This is turning into a very strange Night

She aims at the Rolling Pin

And Bullseye it flies from the Smackheads grasp

She turns around to see smoke coming from the Barrel of a Gun

Then She leaves empty handed straight out the Front Door

You want see that Smackhead around here no more.

Then Sister Carmel disappears into the Night.

She cant afford to get caught up in a Police Investigation.

No innocent bystanders were Hurt

And that is all that matters.

All She wants to do is get back to the Church

And say Prayer for all of the Drug Addicts in the World.

May They get help and become Drug free.

They just have to open their Eyes and See

Back at the Church Sister Carmel has changed back into

Her Nuns Habit.

She has her Duties to perform.

She to see if the Pews are nice and clean

That all of the Candles are lit in readiness for Midnight Mass

As She goes about Her Tasks.

She can feel the Weight of the Pistol in Her Pocket.

She hopes that none of the Congregation notice the bulge.

Mass went off without a Hitch

lot of Money was put into the Collection Plate.

And Father Ybanez seems to be Happy with the turn out.

All in all it has been a good Night

So Sister Carmel retires to Her Room for a Cup of Tea.

Peace and quiet in Her own company.

A short while later a Sound emanates from the Church

Bringing Her back from Her reverie

A quick glance at the Clock that it is 2am

Father Ybanez should have retired to His Room next door

So who is in the Church trying to be quiet?

This is turning into a not so silent night.

Sister Carmel enters the Church Vestibule

And She is confronted by Two Thieves Stealing the Candlelbra

and Artifacts

If only they knew that everything is non genuine

All of the original Gold and Silver was stolen Years ago.

Then Sister Carmel if brought down with a heavy blow

She is dragged into a corner and tied to a Chair.

But Her Hands are left untied.

She sits there watching the Two Thieves

As they fill their Duffel Bags with the Church Property

Then She reaches for Her trusty Smith % Wesson

She could Shoot them now and they wouldn’t know what

hit them

They have Her tied to a Chair

So why don’t these Two fools make good their escape?

Surly they aren’t Thinking Murder and Rape/

Then She has a second look

And She notices that the Two Thieves are wearing Rags for

Clothes.

And they are grimy and dirty

Like they haven’t washed in over a Year.

Sister Carmels Eyes shed a sad single Tear

Then She remembers that She is a Nun

She is on is Earth to serve God

And to help People in Need

So She starts to Talk and talk and talk and talk and talk

The Two Thieves Robert and Kelvin Jones are thinking

‘W should have brought along some Duct Tape and Ear

Muffs’

‘Will She ever Shut up?’

Robert and Kelvin are 25 and 23 respectively.

But they look at least 45

Years of Alcohol abuse and living on the Streets .

Has taken a heavy toll.

Now lets see if they still have a Soul?

Sister Carmel is still Talking

And Robert and Kelvin have stopped their thievery

And have started to listen

Sister Carmel is telling them about the Church’s Soup

Kitchen.

Where they can get a decent Meal

Then She tells them about a Hostel

Where they can Sleep in a warm Bed with clean Sheets

Have a Bath and wear some clean Clothes.

And to get off the Alcohol and Drugs

They will have to go to Rehab

‘W ill She ever stop Talking? Someone please call Me a Cab’

But all of Sister Carmels words have sunk in

Because Robert and Kelvin both now walk the righteous path

It is Six Months since they tried to Rob the Church

And in that time they have both become clean and Sober

They Live in a nice little Apartment

And hold down steady Jobs

All because of a Catholic Nun Named Carmel Parker

She has made Robert and Kelvins Lives  a lot brighter

and independent.

Full of hope love and contentment.

You don’t need a Gun or any Weapon to make a difference

Just provide a Shoulder to Cry on.

Say a few kind words or do a good gesture

That should do the trick

Just be a better Person.

Instead of a fucking dickhead.

THE END

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Fungus From Outer Space Part Two (Snot What It Seems)

28 Saturday May 2016

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In Part One  a Spaceship bombarded Australia with

Green Fungus.

And it quickly spread Worldwide.

Over 5 Billion Humans were Killed Outright.

Then by chance Employees at a Coca Cola Bottling Factory

in Maine USA.

While under attack by the Killer Fungus.

With nothing else at hand.

Sprayed the Fungus with Coca Cola.

And the Fungus sizzled and evaporated.

So the humble Can of Coke saved the World?

The Earth is now Fungus Free.

Well not quite.

Deep in a Cave in Northern Mexico

One tiny Fungal Spore lays in wait.

It can wait for a Million Years if it has to.

Part Two Five Years Later

The World is slowly returning back to normal.

The Green Fungus from Outer Space is just a bad Memory

Human Beings are once Breeding at an alarming rate.

People just go about their business without a care in the

World.

In Northern Mexico a group of American Tourists  are Cave Diving

Even though they are all wearing Miners Lamps.

The light barely penetrates the thick Blackness.

So they don’t notice a tiny Green Fungal Spore springboard

into Tommy Bolin’s Left Nostril.

In the Five Years that it has been waiting

The Green Fungal Spore has Mutated.

It has built up a resistance to Coca Cola.

The fizzy Cola Drink can no longer affect it.

Since it has been Living in the Cave.

It has survived on Bat Nasal Mucus.

And it is now nestled in Tommy’s Nostril.

It begins to Feed on the plentiful supply of Human Snot.

As it Eats it divides and multiplies

What was One is now Sixteen.

And just like little Green Fleas

The Fungus jumps into the Nostrils of the other Three Cave

Divers.

So Glenn Hughes Jon Lord and David Cooper are all now affected

by that Snot Eating Fungus.

As the Green Fungus Multiplies it sends out a strong signal.

That is picked up Alien Beings on Planet X.

Once all of the remaining Humans are totally Eradicated.

An empty Planet will be sitting there waiting for new Tenants

to move in.

When the Cave Divers reach the Surface they cant stop Sneezing

And with every Sneeze thousands of Fungal Spores are released

into the Atmosphere.

At their Motel Rooms they Sneeze.

On the Plane Home they Sneeze.

At the Airport when they land they Sneeze

When they arrive Home in Kansas they Sneeze

All up they have Sneezed a total of 8048 Times.

Releasing over 5 Million Fungal Spores.

And that is only with Four People Sneezing.

What will happen when 40,000 People start to Sneeze?

From Kansas the Fungus quickly spreads West to Seattle

East to New York North into Canada and South to Texas.

Then as Tourists continue to Travel.

The Fungal Spores Travel with Them.

With every Sneeze Human Beings are One step closer

to Extinction.

And because the Fungus lives and Eats in the Nasal Passages

People think that they just have a Cold or Flu.

So with every Sneeze even more Spores are released.

People in Europe Asia and the America’s are Sneezing and Coughing

at an alarming rate.

In just over a Week 99% of the Human Population are Terminally

Infected by the Fungus.

The World Health Organisation realising that the Deadly Green Fungus

is back.

So they immediately suspend all travel by Air Land or Sea.

People the World over are Ordered to stay inside their Homes until

further Notice.

But it is already way too late.

The Fungus is still spreading and the only Humans not Infected

live on a few remote Islands and Antartica

But the Fungus is unrelenting so it is only a matter of time.

Now the Fungus is Transforming.

It has travels down from the Nasal Membranes and down

into the Stomach and Intestines.

Where it grows bigger and bigger.

And stronger and stronger.

Nothing on this Planet will be able to offer any resistance.

The Fungal Spores attach themselves to the Intestinal Wall

Where the Transformation is now complete.

The Fungal Spore is now an Embryo.

So now 995% of the Human Population.

Both Male and Female.

Has an Alien Foetus growing in their Intestines.

The Foetus sucks all of the Nutrients from its Human Host.

And they grow larger and larger.

Then after a Month of Stomachs Cramps Diarrhes and Constipation

99% of the Human Population make their way to the Toilet.

But it isn’t a Bowel Movement they are having.

They are all giving Birth.

As they sit down to do their business.

Most of them are so Sick they no longer care if they Live or Die.

Then their Arseholes expand to the size of a Dinner Plate.

And at exactly the same time the World over.

99% of the Human Population give Birth to 5 Billion Alien Babies.

Then those Green Alien Babies have a wash in the Toilet Water

Then They climb out of the Bowl and re enter the Arsehole

And start to Feed.

If their Human Hosts aren’t Dead yet

Then they soon will be.

As they Eat they are growing even bigger and stronger

Then when they have finished they leave behind a Human Husk

Now 5 Billion Human Husks are blowing in the Wind.

The Aliens now rule the Planet.

Long Live the Alien.

5 Billion Aliens now inhabit Earth.

And yes they do look a lot like ET.

Only none of them know how to  use a Phone.

Will there be any Human resistance at all?

Highly unlikely.

Because the last Human still Alive.

Olaf Sanderson from Greenland has Died.

On the 1st September 2016 the last Human Being is Dead

The Human Being Species is now Extinct

On Planet X the Supreme Leader is very Happy.

Planet Earth has been Conquered.

Now they will have to come up with a new Name

Earth is a bit to well  Earthy.

So after a lot of Debating and arguing

And original thinking

The Name of the planet is earth #2.

THE END

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28 Scarecrows (Part Two)

20 Friday May 2016

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In Part One The Story started in a Sleepy little Town in

Country Victoria Australia.

That Town is Named Talbot.

At the Local Public School the Teacher Mrs Foster gave the

Kids a Special Project.

Build a Scarecrow to protect Their Parents Farms Vineyards

and Houses.

So the 28 Kids in the Class.

Built 28 Scarecrows.

Then took them Home.

A few Weeks later Talbot was hit by the Storm of the Century

And in a One in a Million chance.

Al of the 28 Scarecrows was hit by Lightning at precisely the same

time.

All of the 28 Scarecrows were Charged and Kick Started to Life.

The Water Level kept on rising till it touched the 28 Scarecrows Toes.

The 28 Scarecrows broke Their Bindings.

Dropped into the Water and went on a Rampage.

They targeted the 28 Houses where They had been Perched.

The 28 Scarecrows broke into the 28 Houses and Devoured the 28 Kids

Their Parents and Siblings

No trace of these People was ever Found.

Only those 28 Houses were targeted

The rest of the Town was spared.

But not for long.

The 28 Scarecrows have Eaten Their Entrée.

Now They are ready for the Main Course.

The 28 Scarecrows look to the Sky

And Howl at the Moon.

Then They go Hunting

Part Two.

Talbot is lit up like a Christmas Tree

Every Person in Town is Awake.

The Howling and the Screaming would wake the Dead.

Nobody knows what is happening.

But there is something in the Air.

An eerie silence fills the Night.

The Rain has finally stopped falling.

And the Water level has subsided.

But Nobody goes Outside to check for any Water damage.

They all seem to know that Something is out there.

Even though Scarecrows are usually solitary Creatures

Now all of the 28 Scarecrows have gathered up in the Hills

above Talbot.

Waiting for the Heat to Die down.

And for their Stomachs to settle.

A few of the Locals have finally gone Outside with Torches

Checking for Water Damage and shifted Foundations

But They soon go back Inside.

Then One by One all of the Lights in Talbot are Extinguished

And the Town falls into Darkness.

Perfect conditions for a Slaughter.

Up in the Hills the 28 Scarecrows are getting restless

They have the taste for Blood.

And They want a whole lot more.

Then the Number One Scarecrow stands up

His Name is Mawkin.

He is built like a Brick Outhouse

And Smells like one too.

His Teeth all 28 of them.

Are Razor sharp and Three Inches long.

While His Fingernails have grown into Claws.

Perfect for ripping and shredding.

The other 27 Scarecrows look at Mawkin like He is a Norse God

They hang onto His every Word.

All except for Mommet who is jealous of Mawkins status

And is itching for a Showdown.

Mawkin is aware of Mommets Jealousy

So He will need to be on His guard.

He will do what the old adage says’Keep Your Friends close

and Your Enemies closer’

But right now He is Hungary.

He craves some Human Flesh.

So He tells Mommet and a loyal Scarecrow Named Hylan

To get ready to depart.

It is hunting time.

The other 25 Scarecrows are told to where They are

And that fresh Meat will be brought to Them henceforth.

They all nod Their Heads.

But They are starving.

But They wouldn’t dare cross Mawkin.

He is a known Cannibal.

And He wouldn’t hesitate to eat one of His own Kind.

Plus Scarecrows need to Eat every Three Hours or so

If They don’t They will start to demotabilize

They will no longer be Alive.

They will return to being an ordinary Scarecrow.

Mawkin Mommet and Hylan.

Have made Their way into Town.

And approach a House with a White Picket Fence.

They storm inside and surprise Their Victims in Bed.

The Father of the House os taken into the Living Room

Where with one slice from Mawkins Fingernail Claws

He is Disembowelled

He tries to hold His Guts in place

But they are heavy and slippery.

His Eyes glaze over and He Dies.

Mawkin grabs one of the Intestinal Tubes.

Rips it open and holds it up to His Mouth.

And He squeezes the contents out

Just like a Tube of Toothpaste.

Tastes just like Chicken.

Mommet has opened up the Wives Skull

And is scooping out the Brain.

But He needs to Eat something more substantial

Not just the choice bits.

So He Bites into Her Chest and rips Her apart.

In another Bedroom Hylan has quickly dispatched the

Three Children.

And He starts to Feed.

The Three of Them just Eat and Eat Eat.

Up in the Hills the other 25 Scarecrows are getting restless

They have caught and Eaten a few Feral Cats and Foxes.

And the odd Bird or Two.

But it isn’t enough to keep 25 Scarecrows sustained.

But then they hear Mawkin Mommet and Hylan approach

They all gather around then Mawkin Mommet and Hylan

drop their Pants and open their Mouths.

Then They Shit a liquid Brown and regurgitate the Human Flesh

The 25 Scarecrows dive onto the Morsels and swallow without chewing.

Mawkin is watching and waiting until all 25 Mouths are to the Ground

Eating.

Then He signals to Mommet and Hylan.

And the Three of Them Decapitate each Scarecrow with a single Bite

to the Neck

The 25 Scarecrows lie there Dead.

Then They quickly turn into 25 lumps of Wood.

Mawkin is satisfied.

Those 25 Scarecrows can no longer be a Threat to His Rule.

He is Mawkin King of all the Scarecrows.

Now all He has to worry about is Mommet.

Hylan is no threat.

And to Kill Mommet Mawkin has to pierce His Chest.

And Eat His Heart while it is still Beating.

While Mawkin has been thinking about Mommet

Hylan has caught a Scent on the Wind

And He goes back into Town.

He enters a House on Second Street

And sneaks into a Back Bedroom.

Where a Seventeen Year Old Virgin is asleep in Her Bed.

She has no idea of the Mayhem that has occurred in Talbot.

Hylan can Smell the Girls Sex.

And He feels a swelling in His Groin.

The Girl is awoken when Hylan enters Her.

She is caught completely unawares.

Hylan empties His Scarecrow Seed deep inside Her.

Then He disappears into the Night.

Mawkin is in luck.

Mommet has raided the Fridge and has drank a six pack

of Beer.

He can offer little resistance as Mommet Claws open His Chest.

Pulls apart the Ribcage.

Then He grabs the still beating Heart.

And Swallows it down in Two Bites.

Mommet is now nothing more than a pile of Sawdust.

Mawkin is still Chewing the last Morsel.

When He senses movement behind Him.

Then He feels a piercing pain in His Back.

Part three coming soon.

THE END

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Im Not Your Plover Now ( A Plove Story )

15 Sunday May 2016

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For My Foreign Readers.

A  Plover is a Ground Nesting Australian  Native Bird.

Bert and Maggie Plover have shared the same Nest.

For going on Eight Years now.

And every Year another Chick is Born.

Bert and Maggie do their best to Fledge Chick

In the best way that they could.

Those Chicks were the best raised Chicks

In the whole Plover Neighbourhood.

Bert and Maggie first met on the edge of the local Lake.

Where all the Plover Socialised.

At first they didn’t notice each other.

But when their Eyes met.

Their Hearts started to beat as One.

Their Feathers touched and interlocked.

It was Plove at first sight.

They looked at each other all starry Eyed.

And Romanced deep into the Night.

Plovers Nest on the Ground.

So they are always on the look out.

An Attack can come from anywhere.

Cats and Foxes are a constant menace.

Plover Eggs are a good source of Protein

If an Attacker gets to close.

Bert and Maggie will fake an Injury

To lure them away from the next of Kin.

Bert and Maggie try their best.

But sometimes You lose and sometimes You win.

A Broken Shell on the Ground can mean the lose of

a whole Generation.

So the luring away skills have to be top notch.

And Eight Years is Old in Dog Years.

And also in Plover Years.

Bert is getting Old and slow.

He really could use a Walker.

While Maggie is Younger and growing Impatient.

She is a bit of an acid Tongue Squawker.

Maggie suggests that they start to nest someplace safer.

Maybe up in a Tree?

But Bert is an Old Traditionalist.

He wants to keep Nesting on the Ground.

Where Plovers have Nested for Millions of Years.

But Maggie is persistent and insistent

They should Nest up Above.

Bert mutters under His Breath ‘We are Plovers not Doves’

But of course being Female Maggie gets Her way.

And they Nest way up in a Tree

But with no experience at Tree Nest building

The Eggs fall to the Ground Broken and Unfertilised.

Will Maggie keep up with the stupid suggestions

Or will She be wise?

They are supposed to be in this Union together

But Maggie has Bert by the Balls

And She isn’t letting go.

The Second Bert has a thought of His own

Maggie reaches into His Brain and rips it out

She is the Boss in the Relationship.

Of this there is no doubt.

Well Bert is Nobodies Patsy.

And even though Plovers are supposed to Mate for Life.

He finds Himself staying away from the Nest.

Which by the way is back on the Ground.

Where it should be.

Bert starts to go on long Solo Flights

Enjoying the Peace and quiet.

He is looking for something

But He is not sure what

But He will know when He finds it.

Course Life with Maggie at the moment

Is just a Bottomless Pit.

On One of His solo Flights

A Female Plovers Call catches His Ear

And even though He knows He should keep Flying

Bert starts looking for a Place to Land

He is tired of Flying Solo.

So He skids to a stop in the Sand.

The young Female Plover is Prancing around shaking Her

Tail Feathers

She has finally got Berts Attention

But when Bert gets closer

The Young Plover does a double Take

What She thought was a Young Dude.

Is nothing but an old feather duster

She just turns Her Back and says’ On Your Bike Buster’

Well Bert’s Ego has taken a hit

He knows that He isn’t a Young Plover anymore

But He isn’t an Old Boiler either

All He wants is a little Plove and understanding

Some Tenderness and a Shoulder to Cry on

Bert Flies away Singing a Sad lonely Song

Bert just Flies around and around.

He doesn’t know where to go.

But then He starts to think about Maggie

Remembering when They were Courting

Where Their Feathers would rub together

And their Beaks would touch

Bert starts to Cry.

It is all becoming too much

While Bert was reminiscing

Without knowing it

He is Flying closer and closer to Home

He Lands not knowing where He is

Amongst the Reeds He Sits and ponders

Where can He go Who can He turn to?

Bert doesn’t know if He Dreaming or not

But He can Hear Maggie’s Voice

Bert just stands there listening to the Words

From His Dearest Maggie.

The Prettiest of all the Birds.

‘Bert please come back I miss You with all of My Heart’

‘I cant bear it when We are not together’

‘I know I can be a bit overbearing and Bossy’

‘But I promise to be more understanding’

‘Instead of talking I will start to Listen’

‘Please come Home My One True Plove My One true Love’

‘You are My One and only Plover My One and only Lover’

Bert looks up and He can See Maggie sitting on the Nest

Only Twenty Feet away.

Bert wipes His Eyes and Walks towards Her.

And this time He is here to Stay.

The End.

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Redneck Alabama Man Part Two “Meth & Moonshine’

13 Friday May 2016

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Part One saw Cletus Flagg a Southern Drug Dealer

Kill Anyone who stumbled across His Operation

deep  in the everglades.

He used a Gun or a Knife.

He even used the local Alligators to achieve a Kill.

 

But sometime Enemies lie within.

When Cletus’s Son  was Killed tasting His Fathers Product

His Wife Molly Mae gets Her Revenge.

When She and Cletus went for a Walk

She gives Cletus a little nudge.

Who falls into the Alligator full Swamp.

And He is ripped to shreds.

 

So the Wife is now a Widow.

Courtesy of a Gator

And a gentle little nudge.

 

Part Two

‘Meth and Moonshine’

It is now Three Months since Molly Mae Killed Her

Drug Dealing Husband.

With some help  from the Local Gators.

She still Cries Herself to Sleep thinking about Her

Dead Son Billy Bob

Who Died at the Hands of the Crystal Meth.

The Drug led Him down the wrong Path.

And He went to His Death.

 

Since Billy Bobs Death Molly Mae has ben Sleeping

in His Bed.

She can still Smell His Smell even after all of this Time

And like She has done these last Three Months.

Molly Mae look over to Billy Bobs Bedroom Dresser

Sitting on top is His Meth Smoking Device.

 

She picks it up.

Maybe just a little taste.

Then Sail off into unchartered Waters

Just a little taste.

For all of the Dead Sons and Daughters.

 

But Molly Mae has other Plans

And She puts the Pipe back down

Then She leaves Billy Bobs Room

And She never goes Back.

She is a Woman with a Mission

With a Heart full of Black.

 

First She goes to the Cooler

And grabs a Jar of Moonshine.

Then sitting on the Front Porch She takes a big Gulp

Molly Mae knows that She is a Redneck

She was Born and raised on the Swamp

Eating Possums Snakes and Grits

And She can even Play the Banjo.

 

But Molly Mae doesn’t want to be Typecast

She wants to leave an Impression on this Earth

To do that She will have to from the Swamps

The Place of Her Birth.

 

As She sits on the Porch she takes in Her surroundings

The Mansion She Lives in

All of Her Clothes  and Her Hundred Pair of Shoes

Plus the Three BMW ‘s in the Garage

They were all bought with dirty Money.

 

So at that very moment Molly Mae changes Her Mind

She will leave an impression on this Earth

But She will do it right here in the Place of Her Birth.

 

In the following Months Molly Mae makes some big

changes in Her Life.

She Sold the Mansion for a Seven figure sum

The Three Beamers are also gone

Most of Her Clothes and Shoes have been donated to Charity

 

Molly Mae now lives in a Small Two Bedroom Shack.

She used to live a Life of Dirty luxury

Now She knows it is Time to give something back.

 

Molly Mae is a Redneck a proud Southern Gal

There is nothing wrong with Drinking a Jar of Moonshine

every now and then.

But the menace of the Crystal Meth is getting way out of

Control.

It is decimating the Southern Population.

So Molly Mae has set up a Drug Rehabilitation Foundation.

 

Molly Mae is now doing some good.

Free of charge Meth Addicts now have a safe Haven

Somewhere to go to become Drug Free.

All it takes is a whole lot of Love.

And a lot of Willpower.

So get  Your Body and Soul Drug Free

Before Your Life turns completely Sour.

 

Molly Mae oversees the Day to Day running of the

Foundation.

All She wants is for Alabama to become a Crystal Meth

Free State.

 

And to do that She becomes a Vigilante

Like Bat Girl or Spider Woman She goes from Meth House to

Meth House.

And She burns them to the Ground.

Like a Phantom in the Night.

Molly Mae is Fighting the good fight.

 

But Molly Mae isn’t Stupid.

She knows that it wont be easy.

Crystal has already taken a heavy Toll.

All She can do is help Cure One Addict at a Time.

So They can live a Drug free existence.

All it takes is a Box of Matches

And a lot of Persistence

 

Five Years later

And Molly Mae’s Foundation is now located in Ten

Southern States.

 

Crystal Meth is still a huge problem in the United States.

And a problem the World wide.

 

So before You pick up a Meth Pipe.

Have a little think.

Before You throw Your Life away

Along with the Kitchen Sink.

 

The End.

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Fungus From Outer Space

29 Friday Apr 2016

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‘Are We there yet?

Simone Jackson sighs.

She knows that the Kids are restless.

Stuck in the Backseat of a Car for Hours cant be easy on

a Child

‘Are We there yet?

This the one question that has driven Parents crazy

since Families first started going on Road Trips.

Simone is Driving from Port Headland in South Australia.

To Kalgoorlie in Western Australia to visit Her Parents.

And Her two Kids Kyle and Biannca are in the Backseat

driving H Crazy.

Maybe They can play a Game to keep themselves occupied?

Something like I Spy or count the Cars?

But it is hard to count the Cars in the Outback when you might

only see two every Hour.

So they decide to play I Spy.

Kyle says ‘I Spy with my little Eye something beginning with R’

And straightaway Biannca guesses Road

Which gets right up Kyles Nose.

But then again maybe they shouldn’t be playing Games.

There is something sinister out there.

And it isn’t a Cane Toad.

Simone sits up and starts to pay attention.

There is a strange Buzzing sound.

Like their Car is surrounded by a Million Bees.

Then the Car stalls in the middle of the Road.

The Engine has completely Died.

The Electrics are Fried.

Simone is frantic.

She and the Kids are out in the middle of nowhere.

Stuck in a Car that wont start.

The Buzzing sound is getting louder.

And the Kids are screaming.

Then a bright light engulfs the Car.

Simone is so engrossed in helping Her Children.

That She doesn’t notice the little Green Spores that have

entered the Car through the Vents.

But then the whole interior is filled with Spores.

The World has turned Green.

But at least the Buzzing sound and the bright lights have

disappeared.

The Green Spores are multiplying at an alarming rate.

It looks like a Mould Bacteria or maybe it is a Fungus?

And it is also an Oxygen Thief.

So the Jackson Family has no Air to Breathe.

So with gasps and Faces turning Blue then Purple.

Simone Kyle and Biannca Hug and hold Hands.

And then They Die.

Then the Fungus Feeds.

And the Jackson Family is now nothing more then Dust.

And still the Fungus is multiplying.

If You looked at the Car You would think a Giant Green

Balloon was inflating.

It expands and expands

The pressure is building.

Then with a bang the Car explodes.

What will happen next?

Billions of Fungal Spores are released into the Atmosphere.

And they are blown in all directions.

North South East and West.

No Continent will escape  the Fungal wrath.

Can anything stop the Earths destruction?

A Trucker heading East on the Nullabor Plain is covered in Spores

And as He Drives towards Sydney some Spores jump ship in every

Town and City on the way.

For the Citizens of Australia there is going to be Hell to pay.

A Plane Flying overhead is similarly over run by the Fungus.

But this Fungus is very smart.

It lays low in the Cargo Bay.

And as soon as the Plane reaches its destination Japan.

The deadly Spores will ejaculate all over the Island.

Overhead a Space Ship is hovering unseen.

Watching as its Fungus Kills then Consumes the Human

Inhabitants.

Then with a Flash it is gone.

In London England Big Ben is Silent

For the first time in a few Hundred Years.

The Tower of London Buckingham Palace the Circle and the City

Centre Have all turned a nasty shade of Green.

People are hiding in old World War 11 Air Raid Shelters.

But that is little or no defence.

The Fungus just seeps through the Walls.

Turning the Space into an Airless Vacuum.

Then it feeds and multiplies.

In Europe nothing can stop the Green menace.

France Germany Austria and Belgium are the first Countries

consumed.

And still the Fungus marches on.

Gas Pipes are ruptured Power Lines come down.

And then Europe begins to burn.

The smell of the decay and rot is enough to make Your Stomach

Churn.

The United Nations and the World health Organisation don’t know

what to do.

All they can do is sit and watch as the Earth is consumed with the

Green Fungus.

They race against time to find a way to slow the Fungus down.

To give them a chance to find a Solution.

In the United States.

The Country is being swamped by the Fungus.

Only a few of the Northern States remain Fungus free.

And one of those States is Maine.

In the small Town of Hullsville.

The Residents know that sooner or later the Fungus will reach

their Town.

So the Locals are desperately trying to find a Place to Hide.

And the only Place they can think of is the Coca Cola Plant.

They all huddle together in the Cool Room.

Surrounded by Crates of Coke.

The Thermostat has been turned down so it isn’t that cold.

All they can do is sit and wait.

And hopefully the Fungus will past them by.

But no such luck.

The Fungus comes under the Door.

And it seeps straight through the Walls.

The People just sit there with their Mouths open.

They are all too stunned to move.

But one of them is drinking a can of Coke.

And with nothing to lose.

He gives the Can a shake.

And He gives the Fungus a spray.

And what do You know?

The Fungus Pops and sizzles and then evaporates.

The Cool Room is now Fungus Free.

The Guy who sprayed the Coke Jeffrey Latimore.

Is immediately on the Phone to the Local Sheriff

Who relays the Message to the Govenor of Maine

Who cant believe what He is Hearing?

The Fungus has been defeated by a Can of Coca Cola?

He in turn Calls President Obama with the Good News.

Then the Chain of Command gets to work.

Truckloads of Coca Cola is trucked to Airports all around the Country

And Bombers saturate the Nation with Ice Cold Coke.

And lo and behold.

The Fungus is obliterated.

The President of the UN has been watching developments

And once the results are in.

Countries all around the World start to deploy their Air Defences.

Over the Next Month the Fungus is totally wiped out.

The Earth is now Fungus free.

All because of the humble Can of Coke.

All up it is estimated that over Four Billion Humans lost their Lives.

Will the Human Being Species become Extinct?

Meanwhile deep in a Cave in Northern Mexico

A single Fungal Spore has escaped the Coca Cola deluge.

It just sits there waiting for the right conditions.

The right time.

Waiting Waiting

Watch out for part Two

Fungus From Outer Space

‘Snot what it seems’

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Bad Tounge-Part Two (That Cunning Linquist)

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In Part ONE an Inmate in a Facility for the Insane.

Has stopped taking His Medication.

And a Bad Tongue has started to talk deep inside His

Brain.

The Inmate Killed Two Guards in a bid for freedom.

But then He changed His Mind and returned to His

Padded Cell instead.

He cleaned up all of the Blood.

And got rid of all of the Evidence.

He thinks that He has got away with Murder.

And is Home free.

What will happen next?

Well read on and You shall see.

Part TWO.

Well after that introduction let Me introduce Myself.

My Name is Clayton Firestone.

And I have been locked away in this place for over a Decade.

They say that I have Killed Ten People.

And that doesn’t include the Two Guards.

But I don’t remember a thing.

So here I am in this Loony Bin

The Facility is located in Upstate New York.

And I desperately need to get back Home to Chicago.

With or without permission.

And even crazy old Me knows that I will never be

released while I am still Breathing.

And even though I am a bit out of practise

I am still good at deceiving.

I have been taking My Medication

Like a good little Crazy Man should.

And that Bad Tongue has gone all quiet.

I had grown to like that Bad Tongue.

It is like having an imaginary Friend living inside

My Head.

To a Mad Man like Me it made a lot of sense.

Maybe the Time has come to see if the Grass is Greener

on the other side of the Fence.

I still cant believe that I got away with Killing those Two

Guards.

After an investigation the Authorities cant Name a Suspect.

But I know that they will never give up.

They will catch Me in the end.

Now go away.

I need to talk to My imaginary Friend.

So once again I stop taking My Medication.

And after a few Days My Skin starts to itch.

And My crazy little Heart starts to Flutter.

And once again My Head is filling up with bad words.

As that Bad Tongue starts to Mutter.

That Bad Tongue tells Me that the Facility is built above

an old abandoned Mine.

And that a Tunnel is only Twenty Feet down.

That Bad Tongue keeps talking and talking.

As My crazy thoughts keep going round and round.

But how am I supposed to Dig when I am confined to

a Padded Cell?

And I haven’t exactly got a Cell full of Tools.

Plus My Cell is on the Third Floor.

So I decide to start taking My Medication.

Then I wont Hear that Bad Tongue no more.

Then I remember that the Kitchen is on the Ground Floor.

If I could get a Job down there I would have access to  all

different types of Tools.

And I could finally escape from this Ship of Fools.

I take all of My Medication.

And pretend that I have grown a pair of Angels Wings.

Butter wouldn’t melt in My Mouth.

But then I Hear a Voice deep in the back of My Brain.

That Fucking Bad Tongue is talking once again.

I am taking all of My Medication.

So why am I still Hearing Voices?

I am telling You now Dear Reader

I think I am running out of choices.

It has been Months now.

And I am still confined to My Cell

I have been a Good Boy.

So why haven’t I been moved to the Kitchen?

God will I ever get some Peace?

That Bad Tongue is still moaning and Bitching.

Then the Next Day a Guard Named Reggie McBride

opens up My Cell Door.

And He tells Me that I am being moved to the Ground

Floor.

I am now a Member of the Culinary Dispensing Team.

In other Words a Kitchen Hand.

But I can now start Dreaming the freedom Dream.

I arrive at the Kitchen.

Itching and rearing to go.

I can almost smell the taste of freedom

It is almost within My Reach.

Then that Bad Tongue start to talk real loud.

And starts to Preach.

Clayton the Ground down here is as hard as a Rock’

You will never be able to Dig Your way through it’

‘We will have to come up with a better Plan instead’

What?

Is this Bad Tongue a Good Tongue after all?

I feel like giving that Bad Tongue a good Kicking

A real Tongue licking.

That Bad Tongue is a Cunning Linquist.

It speaks in many Tongues.

It speaks straight from the Hip

And lands You deep in the Shit.

I am really confused.

Am I hearing  a forked Tongue?

Is that Bad Tongue a Tongue that likes to give pleasure?

Or a Tongue that likes to inflict some Pain?

But as You know sometimes Pleasure and Pain.

Is one and the same.

Now I know for sure that there is no escaping.

I will be here for Eternity.

There isn’t any chance of Me Jumping the Wire

Maybe that Bad Tongue is nothing more than a Liar?

That Bad Tongue just wont shut up.

Why isn’t My Medication working?

I am supposed to be nice and Sedated

So why is that Bad Tongue still talking in My brain?

It feels like I am dragging around a Heavy Cerebral

Ball and Chain.

I think that I might be having a Stroke.

Something in My Head just snapped.

But I don’t feel any Pain.

Then I remember that it is just Me being Me.

Because after all I am Criminally Insane.

I am not Locked away for nothing.

I have done a lot of bad things.

And right now I want to do some more.

I am badder than  Hannibal Lector Jeffrey Dahmer or

Ted Bundy.

I am Clayton Firestone.

So You better lock up Your Daughter and Your Grandma to

Young or old they will Die just the same.

So You better not forget My Name.

But than again that isn’t entirely True.

Some go down easy.

While Others will put up a Fight.

Nobody wants to Die.

But give Me half a chance

And I will make sure that You do.

And yes Dear Reader.

You aren’t Immune either.

I will Kill You to.

I am hearing a new sound.

The lovely sound of silence.

Maybe that Bad Tongue has gone to Sleep?

Or  it is now residing in Someone else’s Brain?

Well that is their loss and My gain.

I was going to go out in a Blaze of Glory

But now I really couldn’t be bothered

So I just go back to My Cell

Lay down on My Bed

And I rest My crazy little Head.

If You have a spare Hour or Two.

Why don’t You come and visit Me?

I promise that I will be nice.

But if You get too close.

You may pay a very heavy price.

Keep an Eye out for Bad Tongue- Part Three

THE END

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