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

28 Saturday May 2016

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aliens, arseholes, extinction, fungus, human beings

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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flesh eating, mutilation, scarecrows, talbot

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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love, nest, plover, reminiscing

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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alabama, meth, moonshine, rednecks, rehab

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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28 Scarecrows

08 Sunday May 2016

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In country Victoria Australia.

Between the Cities of Ballarat and Bendigo.

Lies a sleepy little Town named Talbot.

In the 1850s Talbot was part of the Victorian Gold Rush.

Now Talbot is known for its Historical Buildings its Vineyards

and Farming.

But something is happening in Talbot

Something Bad

Something very Bad.

In a Classroom at the Talbot Public School.

28 Kids are looking with rapture at their Teacher Mrs Foster.

Mrs Foster is Twenty Five Years Old.

With more curves than a Mountain Road.

All of the Boys in the Class have a crush on Her.

But that isn’t the reason that She has the Kids attention.

She has a special project for the Kids.

She has heard about how the Farmers are suffering.

But are suffering from the Drought.

But also from all of the Birds that are attacking their Crops.

And Eating all of the Grapes off the Vine.

Plus all of the Fruit from the Trees.

There is only One thing to do.

Only One way to go.

And that is to build 28 Scarecrows

All the Kids have to do is bring in some of their Fathers old

Clothes.

Trousers a Shirt an old Coat and a Hat.

And the School will do the rest.

It takes a few Days.

But finally all of the28 Kids bring their Fathers Clothes to the

Classroom.

And they get to work assembling 28 Scarecrows.

Mrs Foster with some help from the Schools Handyman have

built 28 Life sized Wooden Crosses.

Padded out with a Pillow.

With a Soccer Ball for the Head.

The Kids are all excited as they Clothe the 28 Scarecrows with

their Fathers Old Rags.

Then they Paint their Dads features onto the Soccer Ball.

Lastly they Glue Straw under the Hat.

And up the Coat Sleeves.

Now those 28 Scarecrows look just like 28 Scarecrows should.

If those 28 Scarecrows could Talk then they surely would.

To let the Paint and Glue dry the 28 Scarecrows are left at the

School Over night.

The Kids race Home as soon as the Bell Rings.

They want to tell their Parents all about the 28 Scarecrows.

The 28 Scarecrows are stacked in the Storeroom.

Waiting for the Kids to arrive in the Morning

The Paint and the Glue is drying nicely.

At around Midnight the School Cleaner is doing Her Rounds

As She Wheels Her Cleaning  Trolley past the Storeroom.

The 28 Scarecrows start to Talk and Mutter among Themselves.

The Cleaner almost has a Heart Attack when She Hears the

Whispering.

But when Se opens the Door.

All She can see is 28 Scarecrows.

When the Cleaner leaves the Area.

The 28 Scarecrows start to whisper so they wont be overheard.

And it is a good thing that You cant Hear a Word.

You wouldn’t believe what they have to say anyway.

The next Day at School all of the Kids Study hard.

But all that they want to do is take those 28 Scarecrows Home.

The 28 Scarecrows are all Dry and ready to travel.

Then at 3:00 PM sharp  the School Day is over.

And 28 Mothers and Fathers arrive to take the 28 Kids Home

Plus the 28 Scarecrows.

One of the Fathers is Ryan Fellows.

Who is picking up His Son Johnny.

Plus their very own Scarecrow.

For Ryan the Scarecrow cant have arrived at a better Time.

He Owns the Talbot Winery.

The Birds are Eating all of the Grapes.

Which means Eating all of the Profits.

So maybe the Scarecrow is the Answer to His Prayers.

Another Father is James Phelan

Picking up His Daughter Jo Beth.

And their very own Scarecrow.

At His Farm the Birds are Eating  His Apples and Plums.

So this Scarecrow could save Him a lot of Money.

Eight Year Old Sally Richards runs to Her Daddy Jim

And helps Him load the Scarecrow  into the back of the Pickup

Lim doesn’t own a Vineyard or a Farm.

Just a modest little House.

He would do anything to keep His Daughter Happy

So He gladly takes the Scarecrow Home.

Maybe it can watch over the Vegetable Patch?

That Afternoon another 28 Fathers arrive to take their Kids

Home.

Now in the small Town of Talbot 28 Scarecrows  are in position.

Ryan Fellows knows exactly where to put the Scarecrow

He Plants it right in the Middle of the Vineyard

Where it can watch over the whole Winery.

James Phelan after a bit of thought digs a Hole

And Plants the Scarecrow right in between the Apples and Plums

So that the Birds can see it from a Mile away.

Sally Richards Smiles as Her Daddy Plants the Scarecrow near the

Vegetable Garden.

She feels good now that the Carrots and Beans are protected

The other 25 Kids and their Fathers also find a spot for their Scarecrow

It is like having a Guardian Angel in the Back Yard

Now They can all Sleep easy.

And for the next few Weeks Everybody does Sleep easy.

The Scarecrows are doing an awesome Job.

The Grapes and the Crops are flourishing.

And there isn’t a Bird in sight.

Come to think of it.

There aren’t any Birds insects or any Animal at any of the Properties.

No Animal noises fill the Night Sky.

There is just an eerie silence.

Even the Farm House Pets and Livestock are all quiet

The Dogs walk around with their Tails between their Legs.

Is there something out there?

From their vantage points the 28 Scarecrows are starting to stir

The Wind is ruffling their Clothes.

A Storm is Brewing.

The Static Electricity is charging up the Scarecrows.

Then at precisely Midnight the Thunder and Lightning hits Talbot

Victoria has never seen a Storm like this.

Six Months worth of Rain falls in just Three Hours.

And like a freak of Nature all 28 scarecrows are hit by Lightning

at the same time.

And just like Frankensteins Monster the 28 Scarecrows are jolted to Life.

Just like a Car getting a Lump Start.

Their Eyes snap open

And they take in their Surroundings.

Then the 28 Scarecrows start Talking

And then they start to Howl

All of the Residents of Talbot Hear the Howls

There are no Wolves in Australia

So what is making that Sound?

In 28 Vineyards Farms and Houses 28 School Kids and 28 Fathers

all see the same thing.

They all are out in their Backyards and they cant believe what they

are seeing.

All of the 28 Scarecrows are Glowing.

All of them race back to their Houses and Lock all of the Doors

Even though the 28 Scarecrows are stuck in Place

They pull the Blinds and hide as best as they can

The Rain is still poring down

And the Water level is rising fast

You can almost See Noah building His Ark.

One by one just the 28 Houses that own a Scarecrow are inundated

with Water.

And the 28 Kids and their 28 Fathers have no escape

And they all Drown

The 28 Scarecrows lay in wait in the Muddy Moors.

The Water is still rising

All of the Fields and Paddocks are Six Feet under Water

It has almost reached the 28 Scarecrows Toes

And when it does they give them a little Wriggle

Then They Square off their Jaws

They open and close their Mouths to check the Alignment

Then They open up wide.

And flash their 28 Pearly Whites

28 Razor Sharp Teeth

Then their Bodies start to shake.

And the 28 Scarecrows break their Binds

And they fall into the Water.

Then the 28 Scarecrows start to Swim.

They can smell the Bodies of the recently Deceased

All they have to do is follow the Smell

Then the first of the 28 Scarecrows reaches a Back Fence

All of the 28 Scarecrows slip into the Houses

And all of the 28 Kids and the 28 Fathers are Devoured.

They Eat until their is nothing left.

They even Eat all the Bones.

They soon run out of Food

So they slip back into the Water

Still hungry for more

Part Two is coming soon

28 Scarecrows “Hungry for More”

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Mutant Moth

06 Friday May 2016

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I was in My Kitchen just the other Day.

When I heard a scratching sound coming from the Pantry.

I thought it was a Mouse or maybe a Cockroach.

Eating all of My Food.

So I got a surprise when I opened the Pantry Door.

And about One Hundred little Moths flew out and filled

the Room.

Man these Moths are fast Vaaroom.

I didn’t think must of it.

I grabbed a Can of Insect Spray.

And I sprayed it all around.

But the Moths weren’t affected at all.

It was like they were having a Shower.

They weaved back and forth like Prima Ballerinas

Dancing to the ‘Fight of the Bumblebee’.

It was like they were saying ‘You can spray all you want but you

will never beat Me’

Well I wasn’t beaten yet.

So I went to the Store and bought some Moth Baits.

The Moths are attracted to the Bait by a Female Pheremone.

Then they stick to the Glue surface.

Where they Die with silent Cries.

Those ugly little not quite Butterflies.

One by one those Moths fly into the Bait.

Like a Seagull swooping onto a Chip.

They land and are instantly stuck.

Being an ugly little Pantry Moth.

Really must suck.

I sit on My Lounge Chair.

And I celebrate with an Ice Cold Beer.

My House is now Officially Moth Free.

The Baits are full of Dead and Dying Moths.

They have all turned Black at the edges.

Like Modern Day American Goths.

I am still Celebrating.

Drinking My fifth Ice Cold Beer.

Then I Hear a ripping sound.

And one of those Moths flies free.

Then another and another.

Until My House is overcrowded with Moths.

Back from the Dead.

Maybe I should set another Bait?

But I have another Beer instead.

I am now Drinking My Fourteenth Liquid Amber.

And the Moths have all gone into hiding.

I go and check the Baits.

And they are covered with Legs Wings and a few Moth Heads.

Well I have had enough Action for one Night.

So I stagger off to Bed.

In the Morning I wake up feeling a little Seedy.

Then I remember what happened the Night before.

So I jump out of Bed expecting the worst.

I think My House will be overrun by those Winged Creatures.

Those Moths with the come back from the Dead features.

But there is nothing to be seen.

Maybe the Moths have gone next Door to the Weird Guys House?

That will give Him something to think about.

Hopefully one of the Moths will crawl up His Arse.

And build a Giant Nest.

Now that would be the Ultimate Pest.

Thank Christ none of the Reincarnated Moths are visible

to My Eye.

Have They gone Underground?

Will They re emerge in Fourteen Years time?

Just like the Cicadas do?

Or are they still out there

Trying to catch Me unawares.

I don’t know the answer to that question?

But Three Months have gone by and I haven’t seen a single

Moth.

So I start to relax.

Maybe they have flown South for the Winter?

Or will they come back to My Place for the Summer?

Now wouldn’t that be a Bummer.

My Housemate has these large Containers of Muscle Building

Powders in the corner of the Kitchen.

;Whey Good’ ‘Muscle X’ and ‘Protein Plus’.

They promise to build Muscle mass and help with your endurance

And keep you nice and Healthy.

In case you have no Health Insurance

I am in My Kitchen making a Coffee.

Waiting for the Water to come to the Boil.

I am just staring out of the Window.

When once again I hear that scratching sound.

I look over at the Containers.

And just then One of the Lids Pops off.

And unleashes its contents of Deformed Mutant Moths.

Jesus those Muscle building Powders really do work.

Then Three more of the Container Lids pop off.

And more of those Mutant Moths fly out.

Some are missing a Leg or a Wing.

Some of them are even missing their Head.

They are now part of the Living Dead.

And that is the best part.

These Moths are no longer Moths.

Well they are.

But these Moth are now the size of a small Bird.

Something the size of Sparrow Robin or a Wren.

They are now huge Motherfuckers.

And they don’t have to pretend.

I now have One Hundred Bird sized Moths Flying around

My House.

I duck and weave like a Featherweight Fighter.

Well maybe a Middleweight.

I have put on a few Kilograms.

But I cant avoid being broadsided by a King sized Moth Punch.

The Pain is intense and I feel My Hip Bone snap and crunch.

I lay on the Living Room Floor in agony

I cant move or lift My Left Leg.

The Mutant Moths are Flying back and forth.

They are Flying so fast that they penetrate the Dry Wall.

And leave Tennis Ball sized Holes.

The Sunlight streams in.

When it really should be Outside.

The Mutant Moths that flew through the Wall.

Fly straight back Inside again.

Leaving more perforations.

My House is starting to look like a Giant Block of Swiss Cheese.

I grit My Teeth.

I struggle to My Knees.

I look down.

And I see that My Hip Bone has penetrated the Skin.

It is Whiter than White.

Just like the Bone on  Lamb Shank.

Hopefully I can find an Escape Route.

I look up.

And My little Heart sank.

One of those Mutant Moths is now the size of a Kookaburra.

And it slams right into My Face.

So once again I am prostate on the Floor .

I cant take much more of this Mutant Moth bombardment.

I feel Myself starting to slip away.

Will I Live to Fight another Day?

The Mutant Moths are now Flying lower.

And they are dropping Gossamer Threads.

And slowly but surely I am being pinned down.

Just like that Gulliver from Lilliput.

I am soon covered from Head to Foot.

I am now at the mercy of those Mutant Moths.

Then One of them lands on My Chest.

It is the size of a small Dog.

We look at Each other Eye to Eye.

Then its Probiscus penetrates My  Neck.

Am I now nothing more than Human Soup?

I try to fight against it.

But My Eyes lose all focus and start to droop.

Will the Mutant Moths win this encounter?

Or will I be able to bounce back?

To find out the answer to that question

You will have to come back and read Part Two.

Mutant Moths ‘Here To Stay’

Will they ever go away?

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Plantation Nation

01 Sunday May 2016

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cotton, huniliation, plantation, slavery

The Year is 1736 and in the Harbour of Charleston South

Carolina.

A dark Cargo Ship has just Docked for the Night.

Sometimes this Ship is laden with Livestock Spices or Gold.

But this time a different Cargo is filling up the Holds.

Deep down in the Bilges One Thousand African Negros are

Breathing the Foul Air.

Laying in their own Excretment feeling Sad and miserable.

They all know that they have reached the end of the Voyage.

Will they ever see their Homeland again?

They are Blinded as they see the Sun for the first time in Three

Months.

They are still trying to focus their Eyes.

When they are ordered to strip Naked.

Then they are all hosed down to clean their Bodies of the filth.

But finally they are free from the foul smelling Pit.

But free they are not.

They are all Shackled in heavy Chains.

And led at Gunpoint to the Town Square.

Where they are paraded ready for Inspection.

Unfortunately Twenty Five of their Countrymen didn’t survive

the voyage.

They all lay Dead in the stinking Bilge Water.

Some of them have been partly Eaten by large Brown Rats.

And Moth eaten Feral Cats.

In the Town Square the Buyers and the Gawkers are all having fun.

You would think they were at a Circus.

The Negros are all shivering Naked in the Cold.

They don’t understand what is happening.

They don’t know how to behave.

And that is when they first Hear the Word SLAVE.

All of the Slaves are aged between Fifteen and Thirty Five.

The perfect age for a Life of Slavery.

They are huddled in Confusion in the Holding Pens.

Then one by one they are all Inspected.

The Females have their Mouths checked for Bad Teeth and

Ulcers.

Their Breasts are caressed and tweaked.

While their Vaginas are Digitally violated.

The Males also have their Mouths checked for Ulcers and such.

Their Bodies are checked for any flaws and defects.

Then they are bent over and their Buttocks are spread.

Then in the final humiliation.

Their Foreskins are pulled back looking for any signs of Disease.

One of the last to be Inspected was a young 18 year old Male

He cried out in pain when the Buyer touched His Ribs.

Going by all of the Bruises a few of them are broken.

And a Slave who cant work is no good for Anybody.

So He is led away and quickly dispatched with a Bullet to the

Brain.

He lays in the Mud twitching as His Life Bloods goes down

the Drain.

All of the Sold Slaves are now back in the Holding Pens.

Not knowing their Fate.

They are all given a Hessian Sack to hide their Nakedness.

Now all they can do is wait.

Then the Buyers arrive to pick up their new Possessions.

A Human Being is now owned by another Human Being.

The Buyers park their Horse and Wagons.

And they take away their Prize.

The Slaves will never again see another Sunrise.

One of these Slaves is a Twenty Two Year Old Kenyan.

And She is scared out of Her wits.

Since arriving at this strange Place She hasn’t understood

a Word.

In Kenya the Language spoken is French.

But here they speak English.

And by the way Her Name is Eloise.

Her Buyer can see She doesn’t  understand.

So in French He explains the situation ‘you are now owned

by the Master of the Cotton Field Plantation’

‘You must obey every Order that You are given’

If You don’t You will be severely punished’

‘My Name is Mr Goulding the Foreman of the Plantation’

‘You do everything that I tell You to do’

‘Are there any questions?’

How can She be Owned by Anybody?

Then She looked down at the Shackles and the Hessian Sack

And She hangs Her Head and starts to Cry.

If She could She would gladly lay down and Die.

Another of the Slaves is a Bull of a Man Named Ugondo.

He is Shackled to the Wagon so He cant escape.

A Native of South Africa He can Speak English perfectly.

So He understands His predicament.

He is now Owned by the Master of the Tobacco & Cotton

Plantation.

Located deep in the South of the North American Nation.

Eloise arrives at Her new ‘Home’ after a Four Hour Ride.

When the Wagon enters the Plantation She cant believe Her Eyes.

The Cotton Fields seem to go on forever.

She is taken to the Kitchen where She is given a Meal of Grits.

Then She is given Her Slave Uniform.

Some tattered old Overalls.

Then She is put straight to Work picking Cotton.

Her Life is now at rock bottom.

At about the same time Ugondo arrives at His Destination.

He has been yelling and cursing the whole way.

His Buyer Parks the Wagon near the Main House.

And He rushes inside.

Ugondo is still Shackled to the Wagon so He cant Run or hide.

The Master of the House strolls out.

And He Orders that Ugondp be tied to a Fence.

And the Hessian Sack is pulled all the way down.

He is now completely Naked fully exposed for His Punishment.

The Buyer stands behind Ugondo with a Whip in His Hand.

And with a Nod from the Master it brings it down.

It strikes Ungondo with a God awful sound.

A Red Stripe of  Blood opens up across His Back.

Then the Whip strikes Nine more times.

And Ugondos Back and Buttocks are opened with deep Welts.

When the Punishment is over Everybody except the Master

walk away.

He leans down and whispers in Ugondos Ear’You might think

that You are big and tough’

‘But I am bigger and tougher and I will have You Whipped

everyday if I have to’

‘You will be brought down to size’

Then He Spits on Ugondos Face and walks away.

Ugondo looks at the retreating Back and says to Himself

‘One Day Motherfucker I will make You pay.

Eloise has been picking Cotton by Hand for Six Hours without a Break.

She can no longer feel Her numb bleeding Fingers.

She would do anything for a Mouthful of Water.

And just a little Resr.

She can no longer stand so She falls to the Ground.

Mr Goulding the Foreman is on to Her in one Bound.

All Eloise can say is Watwe Water over and over again.

So Goulding goes to the Water Bucket and fills a Ladle.

And Eloise takes a very long Drink.

But a rip in Her Overalls has exposed Her Breasts  to

Gouldings lustful Eye.

Eloise is dragged behind the Tool Shed where She is brutally

Raped.

Then She is given another Ladle of Water.

And told to get back to work.

Eloise is so traumatised She can no longer Talk.

Back at the Tobacco & Cotton Plantation Ugondo is still

tied to the Fence.

He is delirious with the Pain.

Then He Hears Someone coming up behind Him.

And He flinches with anticipation.

But He feels a gentle Hand on His Shoulder.

Then His Back and Buttocks are Disinfected.

And a fresh set of Clothes are placed nearby.

Then He is told to wait for the Master.

Meanwhile Eloise is still Mute.

It has been a Week now and She hasn’t uttered a single

Word.

Everyday She picks Cotton from Dawn to Well past Dusk.

Where She is repeatedly Raped by the Foreman.

But Today Eloise will get Her Revenge.

And right on Cue

At Ten o’clock She is dragged behind the Tool Shed.

And She is Stripped down.

Mr Goulding opens His Trousers and His erect Penis juts out.

Eloise is forced onto Her Knees.

And She is soon gagging on that Cock.

For about Ten Minutes Eloise bobs up and down.

Waiting for the right time to get payback.

Then She senses that Goulding is almost there.

As He is about to explode Eloise swallows the Penis

Until the whole length is in Her Mouth.

Then She bites down hard and shakes Her Head from side to side.

Her Mouth is filling with Blood.

But She keeps on biting and shaking Her Head.

Then that Penis is removed from Gouldings Groin.

And Spat onto the Ground.

Goulding is Mewing then He starts to Howl like a Wolf.

He covers the Wound with His Hands.

But His Blood is pouring through His Fingers.

Nothing but Death will stop that Flow.

And that is exactly what happens.

His Eyes Glaze over and Goulding falls to the Ground

Dead.

A Farm Dog Sniffs that detached piece of Meat.

Then it is Swallowed on down.

Goulding is Dead.

He will no longer bother any of the Female Slaves.

Ugondo has been kept waiting for over Three Hours.

Then the Master finally appears.

Ugondo is told to Bow His Head and look to the Dirt.

His Master tells Him that everytime He doesn’t obey a Command

He will be Flogged.

Every time He makes Eye contact with a White Man.

He will be Flogged.

Ugondo still has His Head  Bowed.

But His Eyes are burning with Hatred.

The Master will Die when the Time is right.

He will go along with this Master Shit until He can find a way

to escape.

Escape from this living Hell.

What will happen next?

Well You never can tell.

Part Two is on its way

You will just have to hold Your Breath

If You can.

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