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‘White Raven’

04 Saturday Nov 2023

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The following is about a killer being shadowed by a white raven.

On the evening of 26th January 1975 fourteen year old Mortland Arbuckle is out riding his brand new Schwinn bicycle that he got for Christmas along the bank of a river on his way home from school.

He could be considered good looking if not for his greasy blond hair and an unpleasant demeaner that comes with being a spoilt rich kid.

The Arbuckle family is well known in the oil and gas industry across the globe so young Mortland takes it as a given that the family name will protect him from any consequences due to his actions.

Mortland has a secret and he hopes that the river has hidden all evidence of his misdoings because he fears that even his daddies money won’t save him this time.

Yesterday was bright and sunny and Mortland was in a good mood because after weeks of asking the most popular girl in his class, Erica Ellis, a happy sweet girl from a loving family agreed and so after school the pair went to a secluded spot on the banks of the river.

Mortland was anxious but hopeful of finally losing his virginity and after necking and fooling around a bit the pair finally got down to it but Mortland’s inexperience frustrated the hell out of Erica ‘What are you doing? a ten year old boy would be a better fuck than you, now get off me before I scream.’

Ashamed by his ability to perform or and Erica’s harsh words Mortland in a fit of fury places his hands around her throat and squeezed down until Erica’s face turned purple and one of her eyeballs popped from its socket and hung down her cheek.

Panting heavily Mortland looks around in a panic but luckily for him no one is around so he quickly filled Erica’s coat pocket with pebbles and began to drag her towards the raging river but hearing voices approaching he covered the corpse with pine needles and went home.

Now as he approaches the spot Mortland half expects to see that animals have uncovered the body but luckily for him they haven’t so he scraps the pine needles away and notices a gold bracelet on her left wrist that will be a good souvenir but while he fumbles with the clasp he is interrupted by a loud CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW.

Up in a nearby tree a white raven stares down at Mortland with menacing yellow eyes causing him to stumble and fall in fright but he is an Arbuckle after all so he works up the courage and drags the body down to the edge of the water.

Looking back to see that the raven wasn’t about to attack Mortland bent down and rolls the body into the swirling water where it sank to the bottom.

After the deed was done Mortland rode his Schwinn as fast as he could without looking back even though he could sense the white raven following him than just as he entered his street the raven swooped down biting off a piece of Mortland’s right ear before flying away.

White ravens are rarely seen in Massachusetts and according to folklore the raven will ‘Fly to the end of the earth to avenge a wrongdoing and that the bird will never forget the face of the wrongdoer’

As he opens the front door Mortland is hoping to avoid his mother Patricia but no such luck ‘Mortland Arbuckle the third where have you been and why is you face covered in blood?’

‘Come here Morty and let me take a look.’

‘I have told you a thousand times Mother that my name is Mortland not Morty ‘but upon seeing that his mother is genuinely distressed he softens. ;Sorry for being late momma but I had a fall from my bike and luckily I only have a few scrapes.’

‘I don’t know why you ride that horrible contraption when we have a chauffeur who can drive you to and from school in the Rolls Royce.’

Mortland loves his mother dearly but she can be a bit of a diva ‘Momma if you didn’t want me to ride a bike why did you buy a bike for Christmas? but just to make you happy I will let James drive me to school for the rest of the semester.’

Thank you son now go take a shower and I will have chef prepare you a meal.’

After showering and eating a mushroom Souffle Mortland goes up to his room on the third level to play video games and watch TV but he can’t concentrate so after a few minutes he lies down on his bed to relive his first kill.

Lowering his pants Mortland begins to stroke himself with Erica’s gold chain draped over his throbbing penis and as he strokes himself faster and faster he fantasizes about the killing knowing that the police will be powerless if they do arrest him.

He is one happy camper on the verge of exploding when a series of tapping coming from outside his bedroom window causing his cock to shrink into obscurity.

Seeing that his bedroom is on the third level Mortland knows that it can’t be someone playing around so he creeps over to the window and pulls back the curtains and is horrified to see a lock of blond hair and a human eyeball glistening on the sill.

Mortland knows that his ghastly items could only belong to Erica who he saw with his own eyes sink to the bottom of the river so how in the fuck have they turned up on his window outside his bedroom?

Mortland opens the window and grabs the ghoulish items the hides the hair under the bottom drawer of his dresser than he fills a glass of water from his ensuite and drops the eyeball into the glass.

After placing the glass on his bedside table Mortland goes to close the curtains but takes a step back when he notices a white shape in a nearby tree and when he presses his face against the glass a white raven comes into focus and Mortland knows that it has to be the same bird that he saw at the river who than followed him home and bit a chunk from his hair and now has left items from the burial site on his window sill.

He knows that this bird is now a mortal enemy but he can’t do much about in the middle of the night so he closes the curtains but as soon as he does CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW.

Mortland knows that he wont get much sleep tonight so after getting back into his bed he rolls over and stares at the floating orb and again his mind drifts back to when he squeezed the last breath from Erica’s lungs and as he relived the moment Mortland again began to fondle his penis and a few minutes later he climaxed into a wad of tissues and than drifted off to sleep and he slept all night seemingly without a care in the world.

Mortland is bored out of his mind as his science teacher Miss Fischer drones on and on about the periodic table or some shit but his classmate Samual Jenkins soon wakes him up ‘Hey Mortland have you heard about Erica Ellis’ getting no response the geeky black student continues ‘She has been missing but apparently the police found her body floating in the river and get this, she had been strangled and one of her eyeballs has been taken either by the killer or an animal.’

Mortland tries to stay calm at this latest development but he can’t stop his hands from shaking ‘Hey Morty are you Okay? I didn’t think that you and Erica were that close.’

‘I am good Sam but can you shut up for awhile I am getting a headache.’

Miss Fischer is still waffling on when the vice principal Mister Blackmore enters the room and after a quick word with Miss Fischer he takes charge ‘Sorry children but I have some bad news, as some of you might have known Erica Ellis didn’t arrive home from school yesterday and unfortunately the police located her body was found down by the river this morning.’

Most of the students begin to cry at the news while others sit dumbstruck.

‘Please everyone I know that the news is very distressing but you need to gather your belongings and make your way down to the cafeteria.’

‘The police are already there and I am sure they will have questions so please tell them everything you know about Erica’s movements after school yesterday”.

Mortland is tempted to try to make an escape down the back stairs but that route is blocked by a few burly cops so he has no choice but to follow the other kids down into the cafeteria.

The thirty bewildered school kids quickly settle down at a table pretending not the notice the twenty police officers stationed around the room.

The officer in charge, Det Corboudt, a grizzled middle aged man wearing a crumpled coat holds up a hand for silence ‘First of all I sorry for your loss, I have been told that Erica was a very popular girl withlots of friends and she will be missed by all of her fellow classmates and the entire facility.’

‘As you can imagine her family is devastated and I have told them that I will leave no stone unturned to catch the culprit responsible for their daughters murder.’

‘You will all be spoken to individually and after you have been interviewed you will be allowed to go home but please remain on the school grounds until a parent or guardian come to collect you.’

Twenty nine of the students are stunned at the news of their friends murder and some are visibly upset when Corboundt adds ‘Also a gold bracelet that Erica always wore is missing plus a piece of her remains is yet to be located.’

‘Now please remain seated until one of my officers pulls you aside to ask a few questions.’

For the next ten minutes Samuel talks non stop while his classmates are interviewed one by one and Mortland is tempted to wring his neck like he did to Erica but the white noise also helps him to concentrate on coming up with a lie when his turn comes.

The cafeteria is now half empty with only a dozen students still waiting to be interviewed and it is eerily quite when a commotion near the front entrance causing everyone to turn that way CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW.

The white raven flies into the cafeteria and begins to circle around and around getting lower with each pass.

Mortland knows that this has to be the same white raven that has been terrorizing him so he tries to shrink in his seat but deep down in his black soul he knows that the jig is almost up.

When the raven spreads its wing to land one of the students out ‘What in the fuck has it got in its mouth?’

Det Corboudt whispers ‘Sweet mother mercy it is a fucking eyeball.’

The raven lands on the table occupied by Mortland and Samuel and walks ten feet and stops directly in front of the child killer where it than deposits the eyeball front and center causing Samuel is scream in horror but Mortland doesn’t even move a muscle and still doesn’t when the bird suddenly attacks leaving deep bloody grooves down his face.

Then the white raven stares at the killer school boy before taking flight out from whence it came.

Det Corboudlt and five other officers immediately surround Mortland to prevent any attempt at escape than the detective with menace in his voice asks ‘Well son what do you have to say for yourself? Tell me what you know about the murder of Erica Ellis and than I will have your injuries attended to.’

‘You know what I did motherfucker so enough with the questions but my name is Mortland Arbuckle you have probably fill your car with Arbuckle oil so stick that where the sun don’t shine Detective, now I have nothing else to say.’

Before he can be placed in handcuffs Mortland picks up the slippery eyeball and swallows it down whole ‘Um tasty, now Erica will be with again until tomorrow when I will shit her back out.’

Finally shackled Mortland grins as he is lead away but he can’t resist having a parting shot ‘My daddy will make sure that I will never spend a single day behind bars what do you think of those apples motherfucker.’

Three months later despite boasting that his families money and connections will keep him out of jail 15 year old Mortland Arbuckle was sentenced to serve three years in juvenile hall until he reaches the age of eighteen when he will be transferred to an adult facility for the rest of his life.

As soon as he arrived at juvenile hall Mortland made it his intention to become top dog and two months later after numerous fights and threats to the other delinquents he emerged victorious and he also learnt that father had come through for him and has bribed a few of the guards to look after his son and allow him all privileges.

Now knowing that he protected Mortland spends his days attacking the other boys and having the weaker ones perform sexual acts on his person.

Even after a guard tells him that they can’t out for him 24/7 so he better pull his head in or someone is likely to chop it off Mortland continues to abuse the system.

A year later Mortland is out in the exercise yard enjoying an hour of sunshine annoying the shit out of the three guards on duty when he is broadsided from behind and falls to the ground stunned which causes the guards to burst but they soon quieten down when Mortland gives them a dirty look.

The white raven responsible for the attack flies in circles around its target before swooping down and unleashing a fecal bomb onto the middle of Mortland’s raised forehead.

CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW .

Enraged he orders one of the guards to bring him a towel and after wiping the deposit Mortland smiles as he looks at the raven perched on a railing just out of reach ‘Alright little birdie so you like to play dirty do you? Well just remember two can play that game.

The white raven gives the killer a look of pure hatred before flying away.

CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW.

As he is led back to his cell Mortland puts on a brave front but inside he is shaken by the fact that somehow that bird broke into his room and stole the eyeball and brought it to the school cafeteria causing him to be arrested and now almost a year and a half later it appears out of nowhere causing him to lose face in front of the guards.

Mortland despite being top dog is now a little nervous so he decides to become a white raven in spirit.

The next morning as soon as his cell is unlocked Mortland ventures down the corridor into the cell of 16 year old from Boston named Lonesome Pete Peterson who despite being deeply disturbed has a reputation as who to go to if you want some ink work done.

Peterson who sort of looks like the blues guitarist Kenny Wayne Shepherd isn’t at all happy to see the top dog in his cell meekly asks ‘What can I do for You?’

Mortland who is in a good mood replies ‘I am looking to get a tattoo and I heard that you are the best.’

‘Okay let check my appoints for the day’ after a few seconds the psycho continues ‘Sorry but I am booked solid for the rest of the week, how about 9am next Tuesday?

Seeing that Mortland is in no mood for jokes Peterson quickly calms the water ‘Well what do you know looks like I am free after all so take a seat and lets get started.’

After perching himself on the edge of the toilet Mortland says that he wants a tattoo of a white raven on his upper left arm.

While he works Peterson whistles the Neil Young classic ‘Cortez The Killer’ which isn’t to Mortland’s liking so he decides to start a conversation ‘So tell me Peterson how did you end up with the nick name Lonesome?’

‘Well is a funny story but three years ago me and a few buddies were in my room at home playing Minecraft and the three of them thought that it would be a good idea to laugh at me as I struggled with the controls and so after a while I had had enough so I picked up my baseball bat and smashed the fuckers into a bloody pulp and when the cops kicked down my door I was there on my lonesome.’

‘Now shut the fuck up and let me concentrate on my craft or the needle might slip, by accident you understand.’

Mortland heard the implied threat and put it in the back of his brain for safe keeping and he walks out an hour later with a cool tattoo.

Over the next eight months Mortland to the surprise of everyone becomes a model prisoner spending his time visiting the library and adding to his tattoo collection.

Now he is covered from head to toe in white raven tattoo’s in varying sizes.

On the morning of his transfer to an adult jail Mortland is escorted to the wardens office by two guards ‘Take a seat Mister Arbuckle’ demands warden Mitchell who Mortland was hoping to kill before his time was up but alas ‘I must say that I have been mighty impressed with your attitude lately so I wish you well and who knows if you knuckle down and stay out of trouble you might get released in about fifty years time.’

The warden gives Mortland a smug look ‘Now get out of my sight before I can come up with a excuse to have you executed.’

‘Thanks for your kind words warden dickwad, I hope that you catch a deadly disease that slowly eats you alive, have a nice day now.’

The pair of guards drag the enraged prisoner out of the room and push him towards his cell ‘Why do you always push your luck you crazy bastard now go gather your belongings and no funny business you hear.’

‘Oh and by the way your father sends his regards and he told me to tell you that your time in jail will be brief and he has plans for your escape so hang tight.’

When they approach Peterson’s cell Mortland asks if it would be alright to say goodbye to his friend ‘Yes but back it quick and we will be right outside.’

‘Hello Mortland what brings you here this fine morning?’

I am being transferred this morning so I thought I would come by to say goodbye and thank you for all of the great body art.’

Peterson is a bit put off by Mortland’s friendliness but he stands up to shake hands and Mortland takes the opportunity to lean in close and whisper ‘Nobody disrespects me Peterson nobody.’

Before the terrified boy can pull free Mortland slips a sharp shank from his sleeve and drives it between two ribs killing him instantly.

‘Goodbye motherfucker sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite.’

Trucks and Haynes are both visibly shocked emerges holding a bloody shank ‘Hide this for me’ Mortland demands as he hands the weapon to the smallest guard a rat faced man named Warren Trucks.

Derek Haynes a huge black man who;s uniform threatens to burst at the seams grabs Mortland by the arm ‘You have just put me and Trucks in deep shit so tell your father that your little escapade will cost him an extra $500,000.’

‘Consider it done asshole, now get out of my face before I ring daddy and tell him that you two twerps have mistreated me because if I do the pair of you will disappear in the wind never to be seen again.’

Haynes and Trucks don’t say a word because they have both seen what the young offender is capable of so after handcuffing him to a seat in the back of the van that will take to the adult jail they go back to clean up the mess that Mortland left behind.

Fifteen minutes later after all of the official paperwork is completed the van leaves juvenile hall on its way to Bridgewater Penitentiary.

Ten miles into the journey the van is run off the road by a huge military style jeep and eight men jump out brandishing automatic weapons and after a brief shootout the driver and guard quickly surrender.

After the pair are restrained one of the men retrieves the key ring but it takes him a few minutes to find the right key and when the door finally opens he is confronted by an angry prisoner ‘What time you stupid fucker, now get these cuffs off me before I kick your teeth in and leave you for the buzzards to eat.’

The man shakes his head in disgust and quickly removes his balaclava ‘Daddy what are you doing here?’

‘I am here to rescue you, you ungrateful piece of shit.’

‘I wanted to leave you on jail but your mother insisted that you were worth saving so come along a helicopter will be here shortly.’

‘Good I can’t wait to get back home and give her a hug.’

‘Are you some kind of idiot? There is a price on your head so home is where the authorities will go first.’

The sound of an approaching helicopter drowns out any further conversation and after the copter lands father and son quickly board and strap themselves in.

‘Where are we going daddy?’

‘I am just along for the ride but you are going to Alaska and don’t even think about coming back to Massachusetts or anywhere on the mainland for that matter because if you do I will have you shot and buried in an unmarked grave.’

‘Mortland you have brought nothing but shame to the Arbuckle name and reputation and for that I banish you to a life in the wilderness but and again this is your mothers doing you will be given an annual allowance and a room in a motel rent free.’

‘Also when we land I will hand you $10,000 but remember if you ever come back I will have you hunted down.’

Mortland balls his fists in a fury, how dare the old fool talk to me like that but he manages to hold his contempt inside and two hours later they land in Alaska.

Mortland now 18 years old is now without a family and without hope but it is all his own doing not that he would ever admit anything.’

Arbuckle senior hands hi an envelope full of cash ‘Goodbye son may misery and sorrow be your constant companion through the remaining days of your life because that is all that you gave to me and your mother.’

As Mortland watches the helicopter he makes a vow to himself ‘One day old man I will return and when I do I will make you watch as I bring the Arbuckle business empire crashing down and when you are all penniless my final action will be to skin you alive while you scream for mercy.

High up in a tree a white raven looks down on his enemy, he to is seeking vengeance.

THE END.

Part Two coming soon.

I hope you enjoyed reading my story and if you did please leave a like or a comment and also if you have the means I really would appreciate it if you could leave a donation so I can finally become a fulltime writer, Thank You.

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A Tree And Me

03 Saturday Mar 2018

Posted by stevenjohnno in poems, stories

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killer, murder, oak tree, revenge

The following is a story about a tree that has a lot more bite than bark.

I have just turned ten years of age and my life is about to change forever.

My parents have sold the our house in Glendale Los Angeles because we are all the way over to the west coast.

To a place called Providence Rhode Island.

I don’t like the idea of leaving all of my friends behind but what can i do? I am just a kid

A month later after a very long boring flight to the other side of the country we finally arrive at the airport.

Than a cab takes us to our new home in Providence

And as my father pays the cab fare i get my first look at my new house

It is a big two storey brick place with a good sized front yard

As i check out the house my eyes are drawn to a huge tree near the front porch

‘Nathaniel don’t just stand there gawking help your father with the bags’ That was my mom,Jean,and yes my name is Nathaniel and no you may not call me Nate’

I watch the taxi as it drives away and a part of me wants to chase it and go back to California but my mom grabs my hand and we walk towards the front door to start our new life.

But before we walk over the threshold my eyes once more look over to that big old tree.

There is something about that tree that i can’t put my finger on,it is just a tree but it makes me afraid very afraid.

But any thoughts about a creepy tree leave my mind when i walk inside my new house.

I run from from room to room like an excited puppy

Until dad tells me to go outside and wait for the removers to arrive.

Oh yeah,my dad’s name is Ben Seagar and he is the reason why we had to move east.

He taught english at a college back home but apparently he got an offer too good to refuse

So here we are in Providence Rhode Island.

As i sit on the front porch i get a feeling that i am being watched.

I take a quick look over my shoulder but there is nothing there but a branch from that tree.

I have another look and the branch is no longer there.

God my imagination is really going crazy and i tell myself to settle down and stop being stupid.

But than again that tree is over thirty metres from the house so how could a branch be so close to the house?

My mom calls out that it is time for lunch so i run back inside to grab a bite to eat

And just as we finish eating our ham and cheese sandwiches i hear the a truck driving up the driveway.

The removalist’s are here.

So we go inside and help the driver unload the truck but all i manage to do is to get in the way.

So once again i am banished to the front porch.

But i soon cheer up when i see my bed getting carried upstairs to my room at least i will be nice and comfortable tonight.

My happiness doesn’t last long because that branch begins to tap on the side of the porch.

I look at that creepy tree and the ends of the branch look a lot like human fingers.

‘Mom that tree is starting to gross me out i think it wants to eat me’

Don’t be silly Nathaniel it is just an old oak tree that was probably planted by the settlers two hundred years ago’

The following weeks fly by as i settle into my new school and i have made a few friends.

Life is good in Providence Rhode Island.

And that creepy old oak tree is almost forgotten.

Soon it is almost July when i will celebrate my 11 th birthday.

My parents tell me that they will be holding a party to mark the occasion and i can invite all my friends from school and dad will ask all our neighbours to come.

I said half jokingly’I don’t care who comes as long as they bring lots and lots of presents’

The big day arrives and mom is in the kitchen while dad is outside cleaning up the yard and he asks me to help him carry a table and some chairs under that old oak tree.

And for the first time in weeks i look at that old tree and my bone marrow freezes and my heart feels like it is going to explode ‘Dad i don’t feel so good,maybe we should cancel the party’

Dad laughs and ruffles my ruffles my hair’Don’t worry you are just nervous and as soon as your friends get here you will be as right as rain’

As usual dad is right because as soon as my friends Simon Brendan and Adam arrive we started to play and have a good time and soon all of my worries vanished  from my mind.

When it is time to eat everyone takes a seat and we all enjoy burgers and hotdogs that dd made on the BBQ.

My friends and i are wearing party hats and smiles ten miles wide and talking about baseball and all the pretty girls at school.

But i am also thinking about opening my presents and mom’s famous chocolate cake.

And sure enough the screen door slams open and mom is walking toward me carrying a huge birthday cake.

She puts it on the table lights 11 candles and tells me to make a wish.

So i close my eyes and silently wish for mom and dad to live forever and for peace on earth.

I know i should have stopped there but i have a few more wishes so i wish for lots and lots of money and good health.

But the one thing i wish the most is for that creepy old oak tree to just go away.

I want to open my presents but mom shoo’s me away so that she can clean up.

So my friends and i run around and play for an hour until we are dying of thirst.

But all we really want is more cake.

So we get some drinks from the cooler and more cake and sit around the table laughing and swearing like sailors.

Simon gets up to grab another slice of cake when he trips on a root and falls hard’Why you shit eating piece of pond scum trip me will you’ Simon yells at the tree but he is trying not to laugh.

We are also cracking up at Simon and his choice of language

Simon goes to give that tree a kick when his foot is grabbed by the root and held tight.

‘What the fuck’ Simon says as he struggles to free himself.I tell Brendan and Adam to go and get some help while i try to release Simon from the roots hold.

But as soon as i get close a root closes around my throat and starts to squeeze

Holy shit,i soon realise that i am in a lot of trouble and soon sink to my knees but then i remember the pocket knife in my jacket.

I pull it out and start to cut and hack at the root and just when i think that i am a gonna i somehow break free.

Simon is hysterical and screaming for help but than i hear a crack and look up to see a huge branch crashing down

I jump out of the way just in time but Simon isn’t so lucky and is crushed.

The adults come running outside but there is nothing that they can do.

911 is called and soon there are cops and paramedics everywhere

Mom guides me inside away from the grisly scene.

I am incoherent and can barely function.

A doctor examines me and soon i am given a sedative and drift away to sleep

When i wake mom tells me that the police are here and wants me to answer some questions about the accident.

I want to tell them that it wasn’t an accident and that my friend was murdered by the creepy tree.

But they would think that i was crazy and cart me away to the loony bin.

So i tell them that we were just playing when the branch came down and soon the police leave me alone with my feelings.

Mom soon comes to see if i am alright.

And i tell her that i am feeling better but that i have something very important to tell her.

So she sits on the edge of my bed and i start to talk’Mom it wasn’t an accident i saw the tree root reach out and grab Simon so he couldn’t get away’

The root also tried to kill me mom i am telling you it was murder’

I point out of my bedroom window where that old tree is looking all sweet and innocent’Please mom can we go back home to California?’

Mom gives me a kiss and wipes away my tears ‘Oh Nathaniel you are just distressed by your friend getting killed’

‘But i tell you what i will talk to your father about getting that tree cut down’

A few days later a truck pulls in next to the house and four men jump out.

Dad goes outside to greet them while i stay in my room and watch.

The workers remove axes chainsaws and some rope from the back of the truck and prepare to chop the killer tree down.

But first they stand around smoking and drinking coffee talking about god knows what.

They watch them jabbering for about five minutes until i cant stand it no more

I scream out my window’Hey assholes stop jerking around and get to work’

I look that tree right in the eye’Cut that fucker down and do it now’

The workers look up at me in surprise and stop there talking and get to work.

The chainsaws roar into live and one of the workers starts to cut but the machine gives out a screech and dies a death.

Hey Randy this tree is one tough mother i think it is time for the ‘beast’

The guy named Randy emerges from the truck holding what must be the biggest chainsaw in all of Rhode Island.

It is almost as big as the workers

Randy hands over the ‘beast’ and soon the sound of five Harley Davidsons fill the air.

I cover my ears as the ‘beast’ goes to work.

But soon i hear a loud snap and through a shower of sparks i see that the chain has broken and over a hundred deadly links are flying towards the house.

‘NO’ I scream but i know that it is useless.

I turn away as i hear both of my parents being ripped to shreds.

I am currently a resident of an orphanage in upstate New York

It is called an orphanage but really it is a home for lost and broken souls

I am sedated most of the time so my mind cant go back to that horrible day when i lost my mom and dad.

But through the haze i still remember.

I was told by a kind nurse in one of my more lucid moments that my parents were buried together back home in California.

I am happy that they will be with each other for eternity.

Now that i am alone in the world with no one to love and no one to love me.

I come to a decision.

I ask the kind nurse if she could drive me to the house in Providence so i can get some closure.

But mainly i want to confront that tree.

As the nurse drives she tells me all about herself and how happy she is with her life.

I am happy for her but it is time for me to enter the next world.

When she drives up the driveway i am aware of the sense of danger in the air.

And there isn’t a sound even the birds and animals know to give this place a wide berth.

Than without a word i walk toward that creepy old oak tree.

The tree opens its branches and bends down to welcome me.

I take my final breath and walk to my death.

I am engulfed and gladly go to my demise.

Now i am where i want to be

Revenge will be mine.

Thanks for taking the time to read one of my stories and now if you could make a donation so that i can realize my dream of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

THE END

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Cereal Killer ( Part Three )

26 Saturday Nov 2016

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cereal, hippo, killer, nile river, quick sand, south africa

Cereal can kill you in so many different way.

So be careful out there.

I am going away on my annual vacation next week

And i am a bit worried.

How am i going to survive overseas without my favourite

breakfast cereal?

I am sure that they wont sell weet bix in South Africa.

So what is a man to do?

Become a cereal smuggler of course.

On the morning of my flight i wake up early to prepare.

I slash the lining of my suitcase with a stanley knife.

And i place twenty four weet bix into the space.

And for good measure i tape another twenty four to my chest.

I am as nervous as a kitten when i arrive at the airport.

Than i realise that customs will be looking for contraband coming

in not going out.

Not that weet bix is contraband.

But it is addictive.

I arrive in South Africa after a long sixteen hour flight.

The plane lands with a thud and we all disembark.

I fill out the form stating that i am bringing no food into the country.

After all weet bix is really a food it is part of my existance.

The South African customs officer looks at me like i am Ted Bundy.

He searches my luggage like i am a drug smuggler.

But i am not smuggling drugs just fibre and a whole lot of goodness.

Surely customs will understand?

I breathe a sigh of relief when my passport is stamped.

And i wheel my trolley out of the terminal.

I cant wait to see the great outdoors and go on safari.

But i am really hanging for a taste.

It has been eighteen hours since i had my breakfast.

I really need a weet bix fix.

As soon as i reach my motel room i race to the bar fridge and

grab a bottle of milk.

I pour some over four weet bix and i immediately start to relax.

My heart beat returns to a normal rhythm.

Now that i have had my medicine i can start being a regular

tourist.

After a few hours sleep and a quick shower i am ready to join my tour

group.

Before i head downstairs i grab my wallet sunglasses and my backpack.

Which i fill with a bottle of water and sixteen weet bix.

Because you never know.

I meet my travelling companions downstairs and we all climb aboard

our tour bus.

Let the adventure begin.

We are on our way to kruger national park.

Where we can get nice and close to the local wildlife.

And we aren’t disappointed.

We soon see a pride of lions buffalo and wilderbeest.

A family of giraffe eat from the top branches of a tree.

And we see a herd of elephant in a waterhole.

I reach into my backpack and chew on a tasty weet bix.

After a week of sightseeing and stocking up on souviners

My supply of weet bix is getting mighty low.

I only have four left.

I will have to search the local markets for a worthy substitute.

After searching high and low i come across a wheat biscuit in a

supermarket.

Flakes of wheat compressed into a shape similar to a bar of soap.

I take the wheat biscuits back to my room

But what do i eat first?

Do i consume my last remaining weet bix?

Or try the local variety?

I decide to meet my needs with the local product.

I open the box of wheat biscuits and put them in a bowl with some milk.

And do you know what? They aren’t half bad.

The local supplier has come through i want have withdrawals after all.

I was worried about night sweats and going cold turkey.

But these wheat biscuits will do just fine.

In the morning i wake up to a brand new day.

The sun is shining and i am feeling good.

What sort of adventure will i have today?

I eat my four remaining weet bix and race downstairs.

I say hello to the tour group and we are on our way.

Today i think that we are going canoeing on the nile river.

Hopefully i will see some hippo.

Sometimes you shouldn’t wish too hard because it might just come true.

After about an hour the tour guide yells at me to watch out.

I look behind me and see a huge hippo charging my canoe.

He attacks my canoe tearing it in half and throwing me into the water.

When i come back to the surface all i can see is my supply of wheat biscuits

floating all around me.

But i am worried about the hippo coming coming back.

As i have a look all around me i notice that the wheat biscuits are starting to

break down and turn gluggy.

I try to swim to the shore but the water isn’t water anymore.

Those wheat biscuits have turned the water into quick sand.

I kick and fight with all of my might.

But it is no use.

I soon start to tire with only my nose above the surface.

I have a last breath than i am swallowed on down.

Those damn wheat biscuits were the devil in disguise.

In the back of my mind i knew there was something about them.

They didn’t taste quite right.

And i have paid the ultimate price.

Hopefully you can all make it to my funeral.

Goodbye.

I have become the latest victim of a silent epidemic.

So keep your wits about you and be careful with what you eat

Because there is a killer out there.

A evil cunning cereal killer.

Thanks for taking the time to read one of my stories and now could you please make a donation to help me reach my goal of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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Sewing Machine Man

19 Friday Feb 2016

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The Year is 1972.

And Alejandro Druis  is the Supervisor at

a Mexican Sweat Shop.

He is in charge of Thirty Machinists producing

fake Designer Labels.

From Handbags Clothes Shoes Belts and Accessories.

Whatever you want they can fake them all.

But Alejandro is a sleaze bag.

He has wandering Eyes and wandering Hands.

An accidental touch to the Breast.

Or maybe a touch to the inner Thigh.

The Girls are all too scared to say anything.

Because Alejandro is one creepy Guy.

But one of the Girls does complain.

She goes upstairs and tell the Owner of the Sweat Shop

All about Alejandro’s  groping and touching.

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

The Owner Mr Mendez promises to fix the situation.

But there is a glint in His Eye.

Mr Mendez might look like a Model Citizen.

But He is just like Alejandro.

But He is an even Creepier Guy.

So Alejandro is dragged across the Coals by Mr Mendez.

.

And He is given a good dressing down.

He is told that this is His final warning.

One more indiscretion and He will be fired.

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

Margurita the Girl who made the Complaint

Is walking Home after Work.

.It has been one hectic Day.

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

Then a Car pulls up beside Her.

And the Driver offers Her a lift Home.

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

Jesus this Guy sure has a nerve.

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

She climbs on in.

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

Screaming Danger Danger.

The Sewing Machine Man drives His victim Home

And into the cutting and sewing Room.

Then He joins the Needle with the Thread.

He starts up the Sewing Machine.

And with a double stitch he sews Her Mouth up nice

and tight.

Then Her Eyes are Double Stitched closed.

With the Sewing Machine Man.

Anything goes.

Then Margurita is dragged down to the Basement.

And wrapped in a White Sheet.

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

But She will never turn into a Butterfly.

Not even a Moth.

Cause Margurita is enclosed in Her Burial Cloth.

The next Day at Work all of the Girls notice that

Margurita Work Station is empty.

Margurita’s Housemate tells the Girls that Margurita

didn’t come Home last night.

Then She looks over at Alejandro

And Her Eyes are filled with fright.

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

with Margurita?’

Alejandro yells back calling Her ‘One crazy Senorita’

Mr Mendez runs out of His Office.

And the Work Floor quietens down.

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

The Girls start up their Machines.

The Ordres have to go out on time.

The Girls whisper among themselves.

Because they all know that Margurita has been the victim

of a nasty Cime.

After a long Day at Work.

Juanita is tired and wants to get Home.

She cant afford to catch the Bus.

So She has to walk.

She is thinking about Margurita.

She knows that something bad has happened.

No one just disappears.

And as She walks along.

Her Eyes fill with Tears.

After walking for about Twenty Minutes.

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

She knows that She is being followed.

And as She starts to turn around.

A Hand covers Her Mouth stifling Her Scream.

And with the smell of Chloroform

Juanita starts to Dream.

The Sewing Machine Man is feeling pleased with Himself.

He drags Juanita into position.

She has seen and heard more then She should.

So He decides to use the Heavy Duty Thread.

And He Stitches Juanita’s Mouth and Eyes closed.

Juanita will never see or hear anything anymore.

She has left this World.

The Sewing Machine Man has Himself a little rest.

His sewing Fingers are getting a little sore.

Juanita is wrapped in a White Sheet.

And She is Hung up next to Margurita.

They both look like Eygptian Mummies in their

Burial Tomb.

The Sewing Machine Man stands back and admires His

Handiwork.

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

At the Sweat Shop the next Day.

Alejandro notices that Juanita isn’t sitting behind Her

Machine.

Now He is down Two Girls.

Jesus maybe He will have to operate a Machine Himself.

He looks at the Door.

Maybe Juanita is only running late?

It is time for a Cup of Coffee.

The work will have to wait.

In His Office Mr Mendez is watching Alejandro with

a smirk on His Face.

He knows exactly where Margurita and Juanita are.

They are hanging upside down in His Basement.

Then He looks at Alejandro again.

And He starts thinking about framing an Innocent

Man.

Mr Mendez calls Alejandro into His Office.

And tells Him that He isn’t feeling well.

So He is going Home early.

Alejandro couldn’t give a Shit.

He runs the place anyway.

Who cares if Mr Mendez goes Home?

While the Cat is away the Mouse will play.

So Alejandro gets up nice and close to the Girls as

they work.

And you know how Girls will gossip?

Alejandro cant believe what He is Hearing.

The Girls are talking about Mr Mendez

They think that Mendez has Killed the Two Girls.

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

And it is strange how He went Home early

He has never done that before.

Alejandro is concerned for the Girls.

But with Mendez out of the way.

He is first in line to take His place.

He could do a first class job.

Alejandro can sometimes be a Scumbag.

He has the same cruples as Sideshow Bob.

Mr Mendez has also been busy at Home

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

He will drive over to Alejandro’s place and dump

them there.

Then He will call the Police.

What He doesn’t know is that Alejandro has called

the Police first.

With His concern for the Girls.

And His desire to be replacement.

He really wants be this Promotion.

He starts moving his stuff into Mr Mendez Office.

His plan is already in motion.

Mr Mendez has one last look around

Looking for anything He might have missed.

But the Basement looks all Spick and Span.

Mr Mendez is proud of Himself.

Cause after all He is The Sewing Machine Man.

He is so busy big noting Himself

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

And He walks outside.

Straight into the Hands of Two Policeman.

He is placed in Handcuffs.

And put in the back of a Police Car.

If these Two Cops think that Cuffs can retrain Him

Well they haven’t seen nothing yet.

He just bides His time.

Waiting for the right moment.

No way is He going down for this Crime.

The Two Cops up front are talking.

Not paying any attention.

They aren’t expecting any trouble from the Cuffed Criminal

The Sewing Machine Man is relying on gut instinct.

And when the Traffic Lights turn Red.

He slips out of the Handcuffs.

And disappears into the Night.

And the chances of catches Him are very minimal.

Back at the Sweat Shop.

Alejandro and the Girls have heard about Mr Mendez arrest.

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

Once they hear they should all run and hide.

Go under Police Protection.

Escape to the  Countryside.

Just get the fuck out of the State.

Cause the Sewing Machine Man is coming.

And He is full of hate.

Not that far away.

The Sewing Machine Man is preparing His Needle and Thread.

And polishing His Jamone.

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

The Sewing Machine Man is completely off His Head.

Keep an Eye out for Part Two.

‘The sewing Machine Man’

‘Janome on the Loose’.

THE END

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

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Cereal Killer

07 Wednesday Jan 2015

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There is a monster out there

The press have dubbed the’Cereal Killer’.

There are no half measure’s with this

sadistic killer.

He is all killer,no filler.

He really likes the roughage.

He get’s off on the fibre.

Don’t start me on the Riboflavin,

the Niacin and Folate.

He wander’s the Cereal aisle in your

supermarket,looking for his weapon

of choice.

He pick’s up box after box checking it’s

balance and weight.

This is one man you would love to hate.

He first came to the attention of the Police.

When a guy stumbled out into the street

In a whole lot of pain,he said he was attacked

by a Nutri-Grain.

He said it was like being hit by a freight train.

You don’t mess with the Nutri-Grain.

A while later a guy told the cop’s,that when he

was walking home last night,he was attacked

from behind by something that looked like a

Corn Flake.

To escape,he took a flying leap into the lake.

Their is nothing more dangerous then a soggy

Corn Flake.

Swim as fast as you can for heaven’s sake.

The next day a woman was mugged by a Shredded

Wheet.

Looking mean and nasty and packing heat.

She was left naked and bleeding out in the street.

By something you wouldn’t want to meet.

A mean mother fucking Shredded Wheet.

One of the more dangerous cereal’s is the Vita Brit.

If it hit’s you,you know you have been hit.

It’s like a 100kg piece of shit.

There is nothing meaner then a Vita-Brit.

He might look happy,but look’s can be deceiving.

I am talking about round little cereal,the Cheerio’s.

Who’s weapon of choice is a rubber hose.

You will bleed all over the place,from your Toe’s

up to your Nose.

You have been taken down by the funny little Cheerio’s.

Another cereal to get the Cop’s attention.

Is the sweet little morsel called the Honey Puff.

He doesn’t know the meaning of enough is enough.

He mightn’t look like it,but he is mighty tough.

He will do you in that sweet little morsel the Honey

Puff.

The Cop’s haven’t got a clue how to catch this cereal

menace.

So far there have been no death’s.

But it is only a matter of time.

The Cop’s look at the back of cereal pack’s looking

for a clue.

This cereal menace is coming

.

The Cop’s didn’t have to wait long before it changed from

a menace into a killer.

When a body was found in a meat chiller.

The forensic people arrive at the scene.

And they say that it look’s like the work of a

Weet-Bix..

He had wound’s you could never fix.

The people at the scene have to cover their nose’s

with Vick’s..

Nothing smell’s nastier then the victim of the Weet- Bix.

The Cop’s were frantic,they had to catch this Cereal Killer.

Before he added to his body count.

They staked out the cereal aisle,looking for a cereal with

an evil smile.

The next victim was found in an alley.

He looked like he had been shot.

But after an autopsy.

They realised they were dealing with a Cocoa Pop.

By the state of the body,that Cocoa Pop really went

to town.

Maybe he will never be found.

There is nothing more dangerous then a Chocolate

covered Rice Bubble.

He will cause you pain and a whole lot of trouble.

The Cop’s get a break at the next murder scene.

Where a body of a man was found.

By the look’s of thing’s he was taken out by a Just

Right.

There were no defence wound’s.

So he didn’t get a chance to fight.

But the Just Right has left his print’s at the scene.

The Cop’s arrive at his house,with some Donut’s

and a battering ram.

The Just Right doesn’t go down easy.

He put’s up an almighty fight,he struggle’s,bite’s

and kick’s.

He give’s the Cop’s the fight of their live’s.

But he know’s he isn’t getting out of this alive.

He fought with all his might.

That cereal called the Just Right.

So the next time you have a bowl of cereal.

Just take a little time to think.

Just add sugar and milk.

And it will go down as smooth as Silk.

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