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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)

21 Thursday Apr 2016

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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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Rag Doll Part Two (Back From The Grave)

17 Sunday Apr 2016

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In Part One.

My Daughter brought a Rag Doll Home

It was like a little Woollen Chucky.

It tried to Kill Me by laying on My Face while I slept.

But I pulled on the Wool and it unravelled in My Hands

I scooped up all of the Wool

Dug a deep hole in My Back Yard.

And I Buried that Rag Hole Three Feet Deep

But in the Morning the Hole was empty

And the Rag Doll was gone

My Daughter Cindy had named that Evil Doll Ragamuffin.

Cindy couldn’t find Ragamuffin anywhere

She didn’t know that I had Buried that Doll of hate

I said that maybe Ragamuffin was on the School Bus

waiting for Her.

Cindy ran to the Bus and I saw Her waving at Me from the

Rear Window.

Then She held up Ragamuffin who gave Me an Evil Grin.

That Satanic Doll is now on a Bus full of Kids.

Now to Part Two.

I run down the middle of the Road chasing that Bus.

But it is a futile exercise.

So with no Mobile Phone I race back Home to give the

School a call.

But what can I say?

‘My Daughter is on the way to your School along with

plenty of other Kids’

‘Oh and on board is the Devils Rag Doll’

‘The Rag Doll from Hell’

The Head Mistress would think I was a Nut Case.

A real Fruit Loop.

So I put the Phone down and go to the Garage.

Maybe I can catch that Bus.

After about Ten Minutes I am right behind a Yellow

School Bus.

But is this the right Bus?

There are Yellow School Buses everywhere.

But then that little Shit Ragamuffin appears at the

Rear Window.

And gives Me an evil Smirk.

Then it bends over and gives Me the Moon.

I don’t know if You have ever seen a Rag Dolls Arse?

But it isn’t a pretty sight.

OK Ragamuffin so You wont to play Games

Well alright lets get it on.

The the School Bus starts to weave all over the Road.

At one stage I thought it was going to flip over.

But the Driver gets it under control.

Then it comes to a stop.

I race to the School Bus Door.

But it doesn’t open.

And then I can see why.

The Drivers Hands are tied to the Steering wheel with

strands of Wool.

But then the Door slides open and My Daughter appears.

I tell Her to come to Daddy.

But She cant because Her Feet are bound with Wool.

Then that deranged Rag Doll appears at Her Ankles.

And it yells at Me to back off.

I have noticed that Ragamuffin looks a bit different.

Then I realise why.

It is missing most of its Wool

I sneak a look up the Aisle.

And I can see about Thirty Five terrified Children.

All of them are tied and bound with Wool.

I didn’t think that one little Rag Doll could contain

so much Wool.

Then I sneak another look.

And I think that Ragamuffin has grown Taller.

And where the Wool is missing from its Chest.

I can see Armour Plating.

That is all I need a Rag Doll built like Robo Cop.

Then before I can do anything the Doors close.

And the Bus pulls away.

I race back to My Car

But by the time I can pull into Traffic.

I am confronted by Ten Yellow School Buses.

Which one do I follow?

I don’t know what to do.

Then I decide that the best course of action is to call

the Police.

So I dial 911 and I tell the Operator that My Daughter and Thirty

Five other Kids have been abducted by a Madman.

I don’t mention the deranged Robo Cop Rag Doll.

A few Minutes later about Ten Police Cars arrive at the scene.

I tell them that the Kids are on a Yellow School Bus

And that they are all tied to their Seats.

And that so far no Ransom demands have been made.

One of the Cops tells Me to jump in the back of His

Squad Car.

Then We are off in hot pursuit.

We come up behind a School Bus.

And Ragamuffin appears at the Back Window.

In the Half Hour since I last saw that Mad Hatter Rag Doll

Ragamuffin has grown a Foot taller.

IT now looks like a Rag Doll come Robo Cop come Ninja Turtle.

The Cop in the Front Seat mutters ‘What in the Fuck?”

So I come clean

And I tell Him all about Ragamuffin.

And how it has turned into a Feral Woollen Chucky.

Then the Bus pulls to the Curb.

And Ragamuffin yells out that He will talk to Me and nobody

else.

So after discussing the situation with the Police.

I am suited up in Body Armour I make My way to the Bus.

I also have a Can of Butane and a Lighter in My Pocket.

As soon as I reach the School Bus the Door opens

And a gruesome sight awaits Me.

The Bus Driver has been Garrotted by a strand of Wool.

His Face is a Deep Purple colour.

And He has bitten right through His Tongue.

Then I walk on in

And halfway down the Aisle Ragamuffin is waiting

He holds up a Hand to tell Me to stop.

And then Ragamuffin speaks ‘Your Daughter is now Mine’

‘There is no stronger bond than a Girl and Her Doll’

While the crazy Doll has been talking I have Inched My way

forward.

I don’t know the Range of My Homemade Flamethrower.

So I Inch even closer.

Then I notice My Daughter sitting Three Seats back

Her Eyes are pleading for Help

Then I remember Cindy telling Me about the Schools

Earthquake Safety Plan.

When a Teacher calls out ‘Drop’

All Students are to fall to the ground and crawl into a Ball

I have Inched even closer

Than I tell that Crazy Deranged Child Stealing Rag Doll

‘There is a stronger Bond then a Girl and Her Doll”

‘And that is the Bond between a Father and Daughter”

Then I yell out Kids ‘Drop’

And they all hit the floor at once

And for a Second that Rag Doll is distracted

And that is all I need

I pull the Can of Butane from My Pocket

And I light it up.

And that Rag Doll disappears in a Ball of Flames.

And it Dies without a Sound

All of the Kids are safe and sound

And that is all that matters.

Cindy has had Nightmares for about Six Months

She refused to Sleep in Her own Bed

And to this Day She has never owned another Doll.

THE END.

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Comfortably Dumb

15 Friday Apr 2016

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A Friend of Mine recently asked Me to help Him

fix His Car.

Because I am really handy with Tools.

Yeah right and I am also Tall Dark and Handsome.

And we all know that isn’t so.

I arrive at His Place.

His Car is in the Driveway with the Hood up.

It is one of those Ford Corolla Toyota Fiesta things.

I recognise the Radiator and the Fan Belt.

And is that a Dip Stick?

Do Cars still have Spark Plugs?

This is all very confusing

My Brain is feeling kind of numb

But I am who I am.

Comfortably Dumb.

But I bluff My way through.

My Mate doesn’t seem to notice that I don’t know

a thing about  Cars.

It seems that the problem was the Altenator.

Something about not enough power to keep the

Battery charged.

I thought it might have been a loose Hub Cap

Or maybe a faulty Fuse Wire.

But I was wrong.

Sometimes I can be all Thumbs.

But most of the time I am just

Comfortably Numb.

Well that went well.

Now I am thinking that I could Renovate My House

How hard can it be?

So I decide to start with the Bathroom

First to go is the Tiles.

I might have swung the Sledge Hammer a little to hard

Because it went straight through the Wall.

And right into the next Room

A Hole is good for ventilation right?

A little Spak Filler and Grout and Nobody will even notice

And just like a Professional

My Shorts are at half mast.

Showing half of My Bum

But unlike them

I am still feeling Comfortably Dumb

Next the Kitchen

Everything has to go

I rip all of the Cupboards

And as I want an Open Plan Kitchen

I knock down the Dividing Wall.

Then there is a creaking noise.

And the Ceiling starts to sag.

Maybe I should have left the Support Beam in place?

One of My Neighbours must of dobbed Me in

Because a Council Inspector came around to on My Home

Improvements.

I think Improvements is the right Word

But they tell Me that My House has been condemned

I obviously didn’t add up My sums.

I am still n My comfort zone.

Still Comfortably Dumb.

I am thinking about changing Careers

Maybe I could be an Engineer?

I am obviously goo at fixing things.

Problem solving.

I could build a new Harbour Bridge

Or a high rise Building.

In any design that I fancy.

I will create it all on My Computer.

It will be so much fun.

But then I remember that I am

Comfortably Dumb.

While the Builders are at My Place

Finishing what I started.

I will crash at My Girlfriends Apartment.

Probably for about a Month.

Maybe I could fix Her Place up?

When I tell Her of My Plans.

She shakes Me by the Shoulders ‘You get that idea

out of your Head Mister’

My Apartment is fine it doesn’t need any of Your so

called improvements’

Well I am hurt.

I have been cut down to size.

I feel about as big as Tom Thumb.

My Brain is always Numb.

I am always showing half of My Bum.

I am still Comfortably Dumb.

A few Hours later.

And we are sitting on the Lounge.

The silence is deafening.

Then My Girlfriend apologises for Her outburst.

I tell Her no apology necessary.

Lets start over again.

We hold Hands and start to Kiss.

And then our Hands start to wander.

Well things are getting real heavy.

So We adjourn to the Bedroom.

After about Thirty Seconds of Foreplay.

We are going for it.

I am feeling like a Porno Star.

I show Her all of My moves.

She is screaming and begging for more.

I go faster and faster.

And then Urghh ‘Cindy Cindy I think I am gonna Cum’

Well Cindy grabs hold of My Nuts and starts to squeeze

‘Who in the fuck is Cindy?’My name is Chloe’

Well She kicks Me out of Bed

And I land on My little Head.

I guess there isn’t any chance of another romp?

Well the Words that She used I cant repeat here.

But most of them contained four letters.

I cant believe how stupid I was.

And My Nuts are all bruised and numb.

I guess I am and always will be

Comfortably Dumb

I am now safe at Home.

Back in My Natural Habitat.

I now know that I shouldn’t touch any Tools.

I will leave that to the Experts.

I am happy just laying around watching some TV.

And scratching My Bum.

I reach for the Remote.

Feeling like My Old self.

Comfortably Dumb.

THE END

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Passengers and Ghosts

08 Friday Apr 2016

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I have finally worked up the courage to take to the Sky.

I am Booked on a Flight to New York City.

I have waited along time to make this Trip.

But I am as nervous as a Kitten.

Come on Steven get a grip.

The Day has finally arrived.

And I get dropped of at Sydney International Airport.

For My Holiday of a Lifetime.

I Book in Two Hours before My Flight is due to leave.

So I have a Coffee and Read a Book to fill in the Time.

Finally My Flight is called and I head to Gate No5 for Boarding.

Hopefully My Flight will leave on Time without any delays.

Oh Yes happy Days.

There are People heading in all Directions.

Passengers taking their Christmas Holidays.

I hurry so I wont be late.

And after what seems like forever

I finally reach the Boarding Gate.

After Boarding

I make My way to First Class.

I thought if I am going to be on a Plane for Twenty something

Hours.

I might as well have some Creature comforts.

Maybe I can get some Sleep.

And when I wake up I will be in New York City.

But then the Guy in the seat next to mine.

Turns My Flight from good to very shitty.

Just My luck.

The guy in the next Seat is talking about One Hundred

Words a Minute.

He is going Home to New York after a Month long Holiday.

God are there any Words in the English Language

That this Guy doesn’t know how to say?

After Five Hours He is still yapping

I think I will have a Drink to Drown My sorrows

Or maybe a handful of Sleeping Pills

Cause if the Flight Attendant doesn’t help Me.

God I know I will Kill.

I know that He is nervous about Flying.

So He talks and talks to take His Mind off it.

We are over Twenty Thousand Feet above the Ground.

I would give anything for some Silence.

Never to Hear another Sound.

But silence I do not get.

The Guy is still Talking

I look over to tell Him to shut the fuck up

And I am dumbstruck

The Air goes very still.

And it is like Time is moving in slow motion.

Because right before My Eyes.

The Guy has become Transparent.

He now looks like Casper the friendly Ghost.

The Ghost Guy is still talking.

But now He is talking in the past tense.

My Name was Barry Andrews

And I was an American Citizen.

I used to be a used Car Salesman

And I Died way to early.

Well that got My attention.

And I asked Him how did He Die?

He told Me that He Died in a Plane Crash.

I was shaking so much I could barely Speak

I asked the Date of His Death.

And even though I already knew the Answer.

He told Me anyway.

‘I Died on Qantas Flight Qan156 Three Hours out of New

York City.’

‘On the 1st of May 2016’

Shit just what I thought.

That is Todays Date.

And I am on Flight Qan156.

I need to get to the Cockpit to tell the Captain to turn the

Plane around.

I am sitting next to a Ghost.

Twenty Thousand Feet above the Ground.

Barry Andrews the Transparent Person

Is still talking.

But I really need to block Him out.

Where are all of the Flight Attendants?

When I get out of My Seat I see that I am surrounded

by Ghosts.

The Plane is full of Transparent People.

Flight Attendants are like Cops.

There are never any around when You need One

I race down the Aisle looking for some help.

But all I can se are Alive Dead People

If that makes any sense.

They are all seating in their Seats watching a Movie

or just having a Chat.

But these People have already Died.

They all look fit and healthy

They don’t even look tired.

I make My to Economy Class

And sitting in one of the Seats is a little Girl about

Eight Years Old.

She looks scared and frightened

But She has a Pink healthy glow

So I know that She is Alive and kicking

But I have to keep moving

Because the Clock is ticking.

But I cant leave Her.

So I introduce Myself and take Her Hand.

She seems to know that I am Her only chance of Survival.

Then an announcement comes over the Speakers

‘Thank You for Flying Qantas we will be landing in New York

in a little over Three Hours from now’

‘Please enjoy an in Flight Movie and before You know it We

will be Landing  at John F Kennedy Airport’

Jesus the Three Hours are almost up

There isn’t any Time to think of a Plan

So I grab the little Girls Hand

We take our Seats

And just wait for the inevitable.

The little Girl and I are the only Survivors of Flight Qan156

She never told Me Her Name

All up Three Hundred and Ten Passengers and Crew Perished

But they will Live forever in the Hearts of the People they

Cherished.

I will never again take to the Sky.

I will keep My Feet firmly on the Ground.

But maybe I can take to the Water?

So I decide to take a Ferry Ride.

But when I arrive at the Ferry Terminal

I can see that is full of Transparent People.

Another Accident is about to happen

But there is nothing that I can do

Because they have already passed to the Other Side.

Wherever I go I am surrounded by Transparent People

Ghosts living their final Day.

If You ever see a Transparent Person

Give them some Dignity and Respect

Because after all One Day We will all Die.

And it just might be Your turn next.

THE END

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Time Machine

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I recently moved into a new House.

And I decided to do some Yard Work.

Maybe put in a Vegetable Garden.

Or a Bed full of Australian Natives.

As I started to dig around preparing the Soil for

Planting.

My Spade struck something solid.

Thinking it was just a Rock or an old Bottle.

I didn’t think all that much of it.

But that Object was in My way.

So I kept on Digging.

And that Object is now the size of a Bucket.

So I keep on Digging.

And it is now the size of a Washing Machine.

I am getting tired from all of the Digging.

But I couldn’t stop.

I had to know what was buried in My Backyard.

So I kept Digging all through the Night.

Then I stepped back to look at My Discovery.

What I was looking at was a huge Rectangular Object.

Matt Silver in Colour.

And it is the size of one of those Old Fashioned Telephone

Booths.

I walk around it .

Trying to find a way inside.

There are no noticeable openings.

No Doors or Windows.

So I just rubbed My Hands all over it.

And it started to glow.

Are there Aliens inside this Object.?

How did it end up in My Backyard?

Then there was a hissing sound and it opened up like

a Book.

So I take a step inside.

Then I take another.

And I have a look around.

And I see that the Object is a Time Machine.

So it isn’t a Space Ship.

There aren’t any Aliens Thank God.

We have all heard the Stories about Aliens.

And their liking for Anal Probing

Plus the humiliation of Public disrobing.

So with a sigh of relief.

I check out the Control Panel.

And right in the middle is a big Green Button.

So I press that Button.

And a Sexy Female voice says ‘Welcome to Your ACME

Time Machine’

‘Please state the Day Month and Year that You wish to visit’

Plus the Location where You want to go’

So I say ’25th MARCH 1916

The Eastern Front Germany.

At first nothing happens.

Then the Door seals with a Hiss.

And My Insides do a Backflip.

Now I know what an Astronaut feels like.

Then with a thud the Time Machine has reached

its destination.

Then the Door opens.

And I cant believe My Eyes.

It looks just like Hell on Earth.

Through the Smoke and Haze.

I can see Soldiers Barbed Wire and Mud filled Trenches.

I am standing besides a English Private.

Who is struggling to control His senses.

He has His Rifle up to His Shoulder.

And He has a German Soldier in His Sights.

The Englishman goes to pull the Trigger.

But He hesitates.

He and I both look at the German.

And I immediately recognise a Young Adolf Hitler.

The Englishman begins to lower His Rifle.

But I have a whisper in His Ear.

You have a chance to change History.

Pull the Trigger.

And even though He cant see Me.

My Words seem to register.

Cause He raises His Rifle again.

And He shoots that German Soldier in the Head.

The Day is 25th March 1916

And Adolf Hitler is Dead.

I go back to the Time Machine.

And I press that Green Button again

I wish to go back to the 22nd November 1963.

I am heading to Dallas Texas.

The scene of the President John F Kennedy Assassination.

To try to achieve an ending more to the Worlds satisfaction.

The Time Machine lands in Downtown Dallas.

A perfect Day for a Killing.

I am about to meet a Man with a Head full of Propaganda.

And here He is right on Time

Lee Harvey Oswald.

On His way to commit a Crime.

He is looking real nervous as He makes His way to the Book

Depository.

Lee Harvey Oswald wants to be Famous.

He wants to be the Front Page Story.

Even though He cant see Me.

He seems to feel My presence.

And He gives a nervous glance in My general direction.

And in the Storefront Window You can see My Reflection.

And Oswald jumps like He has seen a Ghost.

I have to finish this now.

Or this could be My last Post.

So I stick out a Leg.

And Oswald falls to the  Sidewalk.

He looks up all frightened.

Like He heard a Ghost Talk.

He knows that He has to reach the Depository

And He has to get there fast.

And just then a Motorbike Cop flashes past.

Closely followed by President Kennedys Car.

He and Jackie Smile and wave to the Crowd.

Kennedy will never know how close He came to Death.

So near yet so far.

Then He looks over His Shoulder.

And He gives Me a Smile.

And I tell You right now.

That Smile will stay with Me for awhile.

Back to the Time Machine.

And I am feeling like Nostradamus.

But in reverse.

I cant see the Future.

But now I can change the Past.

But I am feeling all washed up.

I don’t know how much longer I can last.

But I press that Green Button again.

And all I have to say is 9/11

And the Time Machine knows exactly what I mean.

And we land in New York City.

I feel the tension because I have Thousands of Lives

in My Hands.

I look up at the Twin Towers

As the Sun reflects off the Glass

Then I hear the Sound of an Aircraft approaching

I Scream even though I know the Pilot cant hear Me.

They keep on coming

A Two Plane Frontal Assault.

I have had enough of this Shit.

It is time to call a Halt.

I use the Power of the Time Machine to Channel the

Cockpit of the lead Plane.

And I scream ‘This is your Supreme Leader Abort Mission

Abort Mission’

‘Land safely and let all of the Passengers go free.’

I look up at the Towers again.

And I have a nervous Finger up to My Mouth

Just like Austin Powers

Then the Two Planes veer off and disappear into the

distance.

The Twin Towers are still standing in place.

Right where they belong.

I am mighty glad that I have been able to prevent a wrong.

But enough of World Events.

I want to be selfish.

And use the Time Machine for My own Personal needs.

So o press that Green Button.

And I go back to the 18th October 1986.

The Day that My  Brother Greg Died.

Greg died young he never got the chance to grow Old.

Forever Twenty Four.

Greg Died in a Motorcycle Accident

And I hope to change the outcome.

I don’t wont Greg to take that Fatal Ride.

I remember we were both at the Race Course Hotel

on that fateful Afternoon.

But Greg left early  because He had to attend a Party that

Night.

So We said our Goodbyes.

See You in the Morning.

But the next Morning .

Was a Morning of Mourning.

This I hope to change.

So before Greg and His Girlfriend Rhonda leave for the Party

On that fucking Bike

The Motorbike that I detest.

I hope that I can stop Greg from laying down for His final Rest.

So Greg rides to the Party alone.

Because Rhonda was running late.

If Rhonda had been on time.

Maybe the Accident wouldn’t have happened.

So before Greg gets on His Bike to pick Rhonda up

I whisper in His Ear ‘Greg don’t do it get Rhonda to call

a Taxi’

So Rhonda calls a Cab and She arrives at the Party safe and

sound.

Greg doesn’t need to take that Fatal Ride.

So  my Brother Greg is still Alive.

I rush back to the Time Machine.

Is I can save One Sibling.

Maybe I can save another.

So I travel back to 14 April 2013.

The Day before My Sister Sue was Diagnosed with Cancer.

And as She Sleeps.

I travel through Her Bones until She is Disease free.

Sue opens Her Eyes and starts to speak.

Her Bones are now so clean they squeak.

Mission accomplished.

I go back to the Time Machine.

And I press that Green Button for the very last time.

And I tell it to take Me Home.

So with a thud the Time Machine lands in My Back Garden.

What will the Neighbours think?

Then that Sexy Female Voice says ‘Thank You for using the ACME

Time Machine’

‘This Machine will self destruct in Thirty Seconds’

So if I was You I would Run very Fast’

‘Oh and by the way Thank You for visiting the past’

Of course this is just a Story.

My Brother Greg and My Sister Sue

Are both still Dead

And One Day i will join Them.

And We will be together Forever.

THE END.

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