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Grizzley

28 Tuesday Jul 2015

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grizzley bear

Last tear a few friends and I went on a trip to Alaska

We wanted to escape the rat race live in the

wilderness and get in touch with nature.

But we got a touch too close.

Arriving in  Anchorage after a twenty six hour flight

from Sydney.

We were a bit jet lagged but looking forward to our adventure.

We rested up at Anchorage for a few days to acclimatise and

find our land legs

Then we chartered a single engine plane to fly to the back of beyond

Our plan was to be dropped off in the middle of nowhere for Seven days

With nothing but the clothes we were wearing plus some camping fishing

and hunting gear.

Our Pilot a local Innuit named Sammy Whaletooth circled around a few

times before the conditions were safe for a landing

I have to admit I am not fond of flying especially in a single engine craft

But our Pilot came in nice and steady

And the landing was as smooth as a Babies butt

We unloaded our gear and Sammy handed me a Satellite phone

to use in case of an emergency

Sammy gave us the Co ordinates  and said that he would meet us

back here in Seven days at 10.00 am

After thanking Sammy and waving goodbye the four of us stood there

for a minute

Realising that we were on our own in a Foreign Country for a week

I felt excited and scared at the same time.

But before I go any further let me introduce my three friends

Allan Anderson Graham Sharp friends of many years

And my on again off again Girlfriend Mitzy Freemont

After setting up our tents and making a fire we had some Lunch

and then we went exploring

Hoping to catch some Fish we took our Rods and a Rifle just in case

We came upon a Creek about a Mile from camp

Hopefully we can catch a shitload of Salmon

After fishing for about an hour we have caught a dozen Salmon

But you can only eat so much Fish I am hoping to bring down a Stag

Just then a little Bear cub comes running up to us

Jesus shit when there is a Bear cub you can bet your nuts that Mama Bear

isn’t far behind

I tell the others to back away and not to go near the cub

I get my Rifle ready and we start to back away

Then came a Blood curdling scream bounces off the Mountain

And fills the air with hate

Mama Bear is racing towards us she is only twenty feet away

I raise the Rifle and take aim and hope for the best

I did hit Mama Bear but only a flesh wound in her front left paw

But it was enough to stop her charge

And with one last menacing look she limped off after her Cub

The Four of us raced back to camp as fast as our Legs would go

We packed up our equipment and started to hike North

Our plan was to put some distance between us and the Grizzley Bears

We hiked for about two hours and we started to calm down a bit

We came upon a small Lake and thought that it would be a good spot

to set up

We pitched our tents and started a fire and Allan a I went hunting for Meat

Luckily for us a group of Dear were nearby

I took aim pulled the trigger and down went a small Deer

Meanwhile 15 miles away a Mama Grizzley Bears Ear pricks up at

the sound of the gunshot

She remembers that sound  she looks down at the nasty wound

in her paw

She has only one thing on her mind and that is revenge

Back at camp the four of us are eating roast Venison

We are feeling relaxed laughing and telling stories

At around Midnight everybody agrees that it is time to hit the sack

Allan goes to his tent Graham to his and Mitzy and I adjourn to our

tent of lust

Mama Grizzley can smell the cooked meat

And there is another smell the smell of Humans

The wound in her paw has turned septic and the infection is flowing

in her Blood heading to her Brain

Mitzy is feeling frisky and soon our loins are joined in a loving union

We were just about to reach Utopia when a loud roar filled the air

I pull on my underpants and race outside and by the light of the Moon

I can see Allan being dragged away by a Grizzley Bear

The Bear has Allans Head in its Jaws and with a crunch Allan is dead

We stand there stunned as the Grizzley Bear starts to feed

She just eats the choice bits and then leaves the rest for the Wolves

I grab the rifle from the tent Graham is hysterical and Mitzy is trembling

Then I remember the Satellite phone in my backback

I can hardly dial the number my fingers are numb

Come on Sammy pick up anybody pick up the phone

Christ you would think we were at the North Pole

Oh that’s right we are

Sammy finally picks up and I explain the situation and Sammy tells me

to go to the pick up point

And he will get there as fast as he can

Mama Grizzleys Brain is festering she is drooling from the mouth

But she can still smell that smell

Her Cub want be safe until that smell is gone

I smell a smell rotting Meat the smell of decay the smell of death

I cant believe my eyes as I see the Grizzley charge and it is limping

Don’t tell me that it is the same Bear that I shot?

She sure does hold a grudge it was only a misunderstanding

Graham just stands there as the Grizzley rips off his face

His body doesn’t seem to understand that it is dead

Then he falls to the ground

Then the Grizzley stands on her hind legs she stands Ten feet tall

With claws five inchs long with Teeth good for shredding and tearing

I am shitting Mitzy is peeing we don’t know what to do

Me and Grizz make eye contact and she knows that I am the man with the Gun

Before I know it she has clawed my Face the blood gets in my Eyes

I go to the ground

I feel the weight of the Bear upon me

Its breath smells like a broken sewer pipe that has been out in the Sun for a week

I say a prayer I say goodbye

I wait for the pain I wait for the end

But nothing happens

Then I realise that the weight is a dead weight

Mama Grizzley is dead

I wriggle out from under all that fur

And then I see Mitzy laying on the ground

She isn’t moving she isn’t breathing

Then I notice all the blood coming from between her legs

The Bear must have Clawed her Femerol Artery

I wrap a shirt around my head to hold it together And then I start to head south

Don’t think that I am cold hearted but there is nothing I can do for my friends

and lover

I can hardly see where I am going but I just close my mind and walk

I walk I cry I walk I cry

I am on my last legs when I finally reach the pick up point

I sit down and wait for Sammy

I hang my Head and think about the last few days

About an hour later it is not Sammy who has come to the rescue

but the Police in a Helicopter

But the first person to disembark is Sammy along with an Inspector

Morrell of the Alaskan Police

I am instructed to board the Helicopter and to point it in the right direction

The carnage is clear to see from the air and the Helicopter lands nearby

Soon Inspector Morrell that he is heading back to Anchorage and that I will

accompany him

I take one final look at the killing field

The adventure of a lifetime has turned into the adventure from hell

A week later the Qantas flight touches down in Sydney

Allan Graham Mitzy and I went to the other side of the world

And only I came back alive

I watch as the body bags are loaded on to the Hearses

And with a final salute

I say goodbye to my friends.

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 become a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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Action Beanie

18 Saturday Jul 2015

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super hero

I went grocery shopping a little while back

Filling my trolley with Milk Bread  and all the items

on my list

When I came across a Beanie sitting all lonesome

on a shelf

I had to have it

It was calling my name

The Beanie is Black Blue and White with an Orange trim

It isn’t a Hat so it hasn’t got a brim

Arriving home I pack away my shopping and make myself

a Coffee

I sit admiring my new purchase my sic new action Beanie

I place it on my Head and straightaway I feel like Bruce

Willis in ‘Die Hard’ Travolta in ‘Pulp Fiction’ or Arnie in

‘Terminator 2’

I have a new found swagger

I walk the streets like I own them

My six pack is pronounced my presence is announced

All because of my sic new cool Action Beanie

Outside my window I hear a cry for help

I race outside and my neighbour is pointing up a Tree

I see a Cat sitting on a branch about twenty feet up

I take off my Action Beanie and I hold it out like a safety

blanket

And I yell to the Cat ‘Jump’ It lets out a hiss and says a wish

and then it is airborne

It lands in the blankie and the owner says ‘Why thank ye’

I just made my first rescue

All because of my sic new cool trend setting Action Beanie

Just then I see a little old lady trying to cross the road

I rush over and grab her by the arm and try to lead her across

But she yells at me and says ‘Get your hands off me you little

Weenie’

I feel my face turning Red in my sic new cool trend setting trail

blazing Action Beanie

Enough with the Red faces I am a man of adventure

Superman wouldn’t blush Ironman wouldn’t rust Spiderman

wouldn’t get caught in his own web

Batman wouldn’t run back to his cave

Enough of this negative shit I have people to save

Driving to work one morning I have to stop for some Petrol

After filling I go to pay the Attendant when I notice a commotion

inside

Some freak on Ice wants a free ride

I have no time for free loaders they really get on my Goat

So I steady myself and deliver a Bruce Lee kick to his throat

Well the Ice mans eyes bulge out and down he goes

I am feeling proud of myself in my sic new cool trend setting

trail blazing shit kicking Action Beanie

Being a trainee Super Hero can be rather tiring

My Brain is numb it needs some rewiring

Maybe I need a brand new shiny cape

Just then I hear someone shout ‘Rape’

I think the shout is coming from across the street

I race over to see a Girl naked being molested by a small

dicked intruder

I have to move fast before the situation gets any ruder

With a kick to the gonads the perp is on the ground

The victim is in shock but she is starting to come around

The Police are on the way another thug is off the streets

All thanks to my sic new cool trend setting trail blazing shit

kicking arresting Action Beanie

There is never a dull moment about a week later I am at my local

Bank

Just standing in line when a Balaclava wearing bandit enters with

a Gun in his hand

People start to scream and panic

The bandit tells everybody to lie on the ground

I am laying there thinking my Heart is sinking

But then I think of a plan to bring down Mr Criminal Man

He is standing there about ten feet away

I take off my Beanie and I throw it like a Frisbee

And the Gun is knocked from his Fingers

It is not over yet the smell of fear still lingers

We both go for the Gun at the same time but it is justout

of reach

We struggle for a little while but then I start to smile

I can feel the fight going out of him

I thrust a Knee up between his legs

His Eggs are scrambled and he vomits up his lunch

To my Action Beanie I say thanks a bunch

Down goes another big bad Mr Meanie

All because of my sic new cool trend setting trail blazing

shit kicking arresting ball breaking Action Beanie

Just then I detect a smell of smoke a House is on Fire

I better be quick things are going down to the wire

I arrive at the scene to be met by a wall of flames

A Lady runs up to me and says ‘Hurry Action Beanie Man

my Son was playing with Matches he is the one to blame

But he didn’t mean it he was just playing a game’

Action Beanie Man I like the sound of that

But now isn’t the time for any self satisfaction

It is the time for my Beanie to spring into action

I am broken out of my trance the  Lady is screaming that

her Son has gone back inside to rescue his Kittens

Maybe when this situation is extinguished I will buy my Beanie

some matching Mittens

But once again I digress and I spring into Super Hero mode

My Shoulders struggle under this heavy load

But I am  a trainee Super Hero and in my Beanie I trust

It is now or never or bust

I throw my Beanie into the air and it expands into a giant Fire

soaking sponge and the Fire is doused

But the family will have to build a new house

The Son and the Kittens are soaking but they are alive another happy

ending

All because of my sic new cool trend setting trail blazing shit kicking arresting

ball breaking fire dousing Action Beanie

So if you need some help with a situation

Any job big or small or anything inbetweenie

Just call 1800 Action Beanie.

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 achieve my goal of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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Victor The Voodoo Doll

10 Friday Jul 2015

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the devil, voodoo, voodoo doll

I was sitting at home pissed off at the world

And all the people who live in it

I am tired of being disrespected

Taking their shit taking the hit

I thought it is time to get some revenge

It is time to hit back

So I was drinking thinking thinking drinking

My Brain was going into overdrive

My revenge will crack the sky

I started to think about Ouija Boards Tarot Cards

and all sorts of Black Magic

Witches Goblins Dracula and all things on the

dark side

I want to hit them with everything that I have

One big freaking Magic trick

Then I remembered a story about a bridge where

you had to pay a toll

The money went to a nasty little Troll

But then I thought no I will make a Voodoo

Doll

I started with a foam ball for the head

I wrapped the ball with string

I stuck on two Buttons for the Eyes

A few Black stitches make the mouth

For the body I used a heat pack that I wrapped

in string

Then I got two Cricket stumps that I tied together

to form a cross

To the cross I attached the Head and Body

The stumps formed two arms and a Leg

I picked up the Voodoo Doll and I walked around

my lounge room

I had to give it a test run

I race to the Kitchen drawer and grab myself a Pin

I can hardly wait to stick it in

I think of a person who deserves the Voodoo Doll

revenge

My bully from School I will avenge

I don’t want to be cruel so I stick the pin in his Leg

It is a pity I cant hear him scream and beg

Just then the room is filled by a piercing scream

It feels like I am having a bad dream

A voice says ‘Ouch don’t do that again’

I look down to see my Voodoo Doll standing on

the Coffee Table

I try to form some words but I am not able

The Voodoo Doll says ‘My name is Victor I come

from Medieval times I come in many shapes and forms

Unicorn Goblin Werewolf Bigfoot and Troll’

‘I come to you in the shape of a Voodoo Doll

My Mouth is hanging open as that 30 cm tall piece of

foam and string continues to talk

‘I come from the time of King Arthur Merlin the Lady

In The Lake and Lancelot’

‘The time of myths and legends’

‘You have brought me here as a Voodoo Doll’

‘S you want me to perform  some sort of Voodoo’

‘Like I am a Voodoo Hoodoo Guru’

As I listen to Victor talk I feel my skin crawl

There is something about him that I don’t trust

Then the spit in my mouth turns to dust

Even though I don’t want to

I listen to him like I am in a trance

My Brain is numb my Heart has turned to stone

I am like a Dog who cant remember where he buried

his bone

Victor tells me that whenever I am in his presence he will

perform the duties of a Voodoo Doll

As long as I am prepared to pay the toll

Am I prepared ? Can I afford the price ?

I decide to take the risk and I tell Victor of a Bank

teller who was a little unfriendly

But I know that I have to tread carefully Victor is a little

scary

I have to be like a mine shaft Canary very wary

Arriving at the bank I point out the Teller to Victor

He tells me he gets the picture

He says that when I stick the pin in him the Teller

will feel the pain

I go to stick the pin in but Victor moves at the last

second

He did it on purpose I reckon

So instead of the pin going in his thigh

It went in Victors left Eye

The Teller lets out an almighty scream

Her hands go straight to her face

Blood seeps through her fingers going all over the

place

What is happening ?

I cant believe my eyes

What if the Teller drops down and dies ?

I don’t want a Voodoo doll no more

Things are getting out of control

I want to go back to before

I don’t want a Voodoo Doll no more

Victor lets out a laugh and does a little jig

I scream at him ‘What the frig’

‘Nobody was supposed to get hurt that teller could go

blind’

Why are Voodoo Dolls so unkind?

But Victor couldn’t care less he is addicted to the pain

To him it is all just a laugh it is all just a game

I have had enough and I carry Victor home

But he doesn’t go easy it looks like the Dog has found

its bone

Victor needs to be dismantled and I place him in a vice

I start to undo the string I don’t even think twice

But then an evil wind blows into my shed

He carries a pitchfork and has horns on his head

I can feel the heat from the infernal fire

Things have gone from bad to worse they are looking

very dire

The air is sucked from the room as the intruder starts to speak

Let me introduce myself in case do didn’t know,I am the Evil  one

Lucifer Satan The Devil I go by many names’

He looks at me with the Demon eye and says’You should know

that if you play with fire you will get burnt’

I can feel my hair singe my skin starts to blister and peel

The pain starts to feel very real

Just then Victor speaks up and I like what he has to say

‘Come on Master give the guy a break’

‘He didn’t know that a bit of fun could turn into a whole lot

of hurt’

‘So let him go and you can win some brownie points from

the people’

Before the Devil can reply I shout out ‘Yeah Mr Devil please

let me go’

‘But before you go can you do me a favour?’

‘Come over here and kiss my lily white arse and then get the

fuck out of here’

The Devil is steaming his eyes start to bulge

I think ‘Jesus me and my mouth maybe I said a little to much’

‘Maybe I have lost my magic touch’

The Devil lets out a thunderous demonic laugh and stares me

right in the Eye

He picks up his pitchfork and he gives my chest a poke

And then he and Victor disappear in a puff of smoke.

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Crazy Man

04 Saturday Jul 2015

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abuse, humiliation, loner, outsider

A crazy man is wandering the streets

With wild hair he shuffles his feet

He doesn’t know where he is going

He doesn’t know where he has been

He lives on the edge of society

somewhere in between

Crazy mans head is in a different space

He is not quite part of the Human race

He lives his life under a dark cloud

The buzzing in his head

is getting real loud

Crazy man just wanders around in a daze

His mind is in a Purple haze

Now the colour has turned to Black

Something is about to happen

Something to gonna snap

Crazy mans problems started

when he was a young lad

All the other kids thought

he could be had

Crazy man bruised and used

But worst of all he was sexually abused

Crazy man started to wander up and down

a long black trail

That is when he knew that he was coming

off the rails

Naked as a Jaybird howling at the Moon

Crazy man is singing a looney tune

Only Fifteen at the time he has been

through a lot of crap

Even though he runs he cant escape the trap

Five kids grab him and pull down his shorts

The memory of it still haunts

Crazy man is tied to a Tree

He is sprayed with Semen

He is covered in pee

That is when Crazy man tried to become

invisible

He had his first attempt at suicide

You can run but you cant hide

Crazy man withdrew  from the world

and he became a recluse

Nobody wants to know you when

you have a screw loose

Crazy man is always alone

even in a crowded room

He wants to be accepted

He just wants to live his life

He just has to stay away

from the sharp edged knife

Crazy man has always been rejected

He is always the odd man out

Just try to know him

And see what he is all about

Crazy man isn’t perfect

But he always tries his best

Just give him a chance

And give the a abuse a fucking rest

Even though Crazy man tries to be

invisible

He always seems to get in the way

He doesn’t mean to

He is just looking for a safe place to stay

Crazy Man has always been down

Forever getting pushed to the ground

When he tries to get back up

He is kicked in the guts

He is down no ifs or buts

Crazy man thinks what is the use

in getting back up

Things always go from bad to worse

His life is one big mother fucking curse

Crazy man is still with us

he has reached middle age

He lives alone in a silent rage

He doesn’t understand why he is

always the target of abuse

Why get back up?

Whats the fucking use

But Crazy man is a survivor

he want go down without a fight

He will give it all that he has

He will give it all his might

You are probably wondering who the

Crazy man is?

Who could he be?

Well when I look in the mirror

I realise that the Crazy man is me

This story is dedicated to all the fucking

arseholes who made my life a living hell

This is a story that I didn’t want to tell

But I had to get it off my chest

And hopefully  put all the crap to rest

Nobody wants to know

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