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Murder Of Crowes

08 Saturday Apr 2017

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‘Jesus Christ,is that freaking clock going backwards?’

It is the last day before the summer break.

And the clock in the classroom decides to mess with my mind.

Has time stood still?

Has the second hand frozen in place?

Finally the school bell rings and i race outside.

Summer vacation is my favourite time of the year.

Six weeks without homework and teachers.

Six weeks of sunshine and fun.

Three of my friends are waiting for me by the school gate

Kyle Coogan,Brian Jones,Dennis Steele and i have been friends since

kindergarten.

But next year we will be going to different high schools.

So this could be the last break that we spend together.

My name is Charlie Osborne and i am twelve years old.

I am almost a teenager but not quite.

If this is to be the last summer break i get to be with my friends.

I want to make the most of it.

My friends and i are just like any boys our age.

We like to go swimming,fishing and camping out in our backyards.

Sometimes we will collect tadpoles and pick blackberries.

All the normal boy stuff.

Today we decide to explore the bush land behind Kyles place.

Sometimes we will come across a kangaroo chewing on grass.

Or a goanna climbing up a tree.

But this time we see something different.

A black crow is on the ground running around in circles.

It has a broken wing and cant fly away.

I tell Kyle to go back to his house and get a box.

Maybe we can look after this bird until its wing heals.

Kyle looks at me like i am crazy ‘Fuck that it is only a crow’

He bends down and picks up a rock and throws it at the crow with all of

his might.

He misses but Brian and Dennis also start to throw rocks and stones at the crow.

Rock after rock hit the target and the bird falls to the ground.

They keep on throwing until that bird is dead.

I cant believe that my friends just did that.

But they are laughing and giving each other high fives.

I cant do anything for the bird so we run towards a water hole.

Up in the trees about twenty black crowes watch as the boys run away.

They fly from tree to tree following the boys as they wander down the

dirt track.

The crowes all have two things in common,they are all black.

And they all have murder in their eyes.

After a few hours of  swimming and skylarking around we decide to head home for something to eat.

All except Kyle who decides to stay behind and do some more swimming.

We wave to Kyle and tell him that we will be back in about an hour.

Kyle strips down to his underwear  and dives in head first.

As he swims and splashes around he doesn’t notice the crow’es gathering in the trees

above.

He continues to swim for a while but soon becomes bored.

So he decides to rest up and wait for his friends.

He spreads out his towel and starts to bake in the sun.

One of the crow’es lands on a branch just above Kyle and sizes up the situation.

Than without warning in lands on Kyle’s face with talons extended.

Kyle screams out in panic and tries to fight back but he has been taken by surprise

and he soon tires.

And before he knows what is happening both of his eyes are plucked out and swallowed

down whole.

By now Kyle is hysterical as the crow attacks his face.

Soon he goes into shock and offers little resistance.

The other crow’es descend onto Kyle and start to strip the flesh from his body.

Kyle’s body shudders as the black birds have their way.

They peck and claw at his body until he is nothing but a pile of bloody bones.

After lunch i meet up with Brian and Dennis and we make our way back to the water hole.

When we arrive Kyle is nowhere in sight.

All we see is his beach towel and his baseball cap floating in the water.

Beside the cap floats a single black feather.

We run home as fast as we can to get help.

My mother calls the police and we wait for them to arrive.

The area around the water hole is cordoned off and the police send for divers to

search the bottom.

And soon Kyle’s body is brought to the surface.

There is a gasp from the onlookers when the body comes into view.

His mother tries to run forward but is held back.

How has Kyle’s body been reduced to a skeleton in such a short time?

Was he attacked by a pack of wild dogs or is there a madman on the loose?

The police hold a police conference and tell everybody that until an autopsy

is performed.

It is best for people to be on their guard and for all of the neighbourhood kids

to stay indoors.

Brian Jones is home bored out of his mind.

It has been a week since Kyle was killed by who knows what

Brian feels sorry for Kyle,but it is summer break he needs to go out and play.

So he decides to sneak out and see how Dennis and Charlie are going.

He climbs out of his bedroom window under the cover of darkness.

Dennis only lives a few blocks away,so he will hang out for a while.

His parents want even know that he is gone.

As he walks under a street light he senses movement over his left shoulder.

When he looks back something slams into his face.

He staggers around in bewilderment with a bloodied nose and cut cheek.

Another black crow swoops down and attacks Brians face and neck.

Brian shit;s his pants and runs away in shock.

Straight into the path of a semi trailer.

The driver cant bake in time and he hits Brian full on.

The truck skids to a stop a hundred metres down the road.

The driver jumps out and races back hoping for the best but fearing the worst.

And the worst it is,

He cant believe that what he is seeing was once a living human being.

He looks away and vomits up his dinner completely covering a single black feather.

Dennis Steele is in his room crying into his pillow.

First Kyle was killed and now Brian.

Why are his friends dying?

It is school holidays we should all be having fun not cooped up inside.

When will his parents let him outside to fucking play?

Dennis knows that he has just  said the F word out loud but he doesn’t care anymore.

All he wants is for things to go back to normal again.

So that everybody can start to feel safe again.

Everything is getting to be too much for Dennis.

His nerves are shot to hell and his stomach is playing up.

And for the fifth time that day he makes his way to the bathroom.

He pulls down is pants and takes a seat waiting for nature to take its course.

When he hears a noise coming from the water below.

He looks down between his legs and sees a black bird heading for his scrotum.

He tries to jump up but he isnt quite fast enough.

The crow pecks open his ball bag and his testicles disappear down the throat of that

crazes bird.

His screams could be heard from twenty five miles away.

Inch by inch Dennis is pulled down into the toilet bowl.

His bones creak and crack and finally break as he is swallowed down into the sewers.

As Dennis enters his watery grave his parents are frantically trying to kick down the bathroom door.

And when they finally do all they see is a broken toilet

.And a single black feather.

Holt fucking Christ on a crutch.

I cant believe it.

First Kyle than Brain and now Dennis.

Who or what is killing all of my friends?

As i sit with my parents watching some TV i remember the cops telling them about finding a black feather in Dennis bathroom.

My mind goes back to that day at the water hole.

Surely it cant be about that?

Do crow’es have good memories like elephants?

They  say that elephants never forget but what about crow’es?

I tell my parents that i need to go for ride.

They try to stop me but i am gone in a flash.

I jump on my bike and race back to that waterhole.

And i soon arrive at the spot where we stoned that crow to death.

So i am so nervous my goose pimples have dimples.

I sit down in the middle of the track and wait.

All of the leaves in the trees shake and fall to the ground.

Soon i am surrounded by a green carpet and a thousand naked branches.

Is the devil coming to take me away?

Or are the black crow’es on the warpath?

I am guessing the latter but i don’t really know.

Soon the sky is full of black wings and an eerie silence.

Then twenty black birds land at my feet and start to do a war dance.

Or maybe it is a rain dance? One can only hope.

But the sky i clear there isn’t a cloud in sight.

So war it is.

One of the crow’es rushes in and attacks my left foot

I look at that crow as it grabs my little toe and tears it from my body.

And it flies back up into the trees with my twinkie in its mouth.

As i am distracted another bird attacks my other foot and another toe is swallowed

down.

It looks like these crow’es are going to kill me very slowly

Toe by toe bit by bit.

The remaining crow’es continue to walk around me in a clockwise direction.

What body part will they attack next?

‘God don’t let it be my eyes i don;t want to be blind’

And Jesus don;t let it be my willy.

I haven;t had sex yet please don;t let me die a virgin.

While i have been sitting in the dirt thinking another bird has flown in and taken a chunk out of my ear.

I don’t dare to fight back because i know that if i do the birds will go into a feeding frenzy.

So i cover my nuts with both hands put my head down and pray.

And through the pain i try to relax and hopefully the crow’es will fly away and leave me

in peace.

And not pieces.

But no such luck.

Another chunk is taken from my body

Blood is pouring from deep groves and starts to pool on the ground.

I pray to God and whisper goodbye to mum and dad.

But you know what ? Fuck that.

I jump up and scream at those fucking birds.

I tell them that i am sorry that their friend died but enough is enough.

I close my eyes and count to fifty and when i open them the birds are gone.

I turn back and start to limp home.

Than the crow’es are back.

These freaking birds swoop down in attack mode.

And they attack my head with venegance tearing out my hair strand by strand.

Holy fucking crap i am getting scalped by a bunch of birds.

Or should i say a murder of crow’es.

I cant see a thing as my blood streams down my face.

I wait for another attack but it doesn’t come.

I wipe my face with my shirt and scan my surroundings.

There isn’t any sign of the crow’es.

I pick my self up ans wander towards home.

Than a crow lands on the track just in front of me

He is obviously the ring leader.

With his chest puffed out he struts around like a peacock.

I look down at that black bird and once again i apologise for my behaviour

I will never ever harm another crow as long as i live.

The crow looks up at me with disdain.

Than he flies up and lands on my shoulder he walks over to my bleeding ear

and whispers ‘Don;t forget i know where you live’

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THE END.

28 Scarecrows (The Finale)

01 Thursday Sep 2016

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In part four

Mawkin the ruler of all the scarecrows had just moved

into a shack on the edge of Wangaratta Victoria.

A shack previously owned by his long time protaginist

Hylan.

Who Mawkin defeated after an epic battle.

 

Mawkin was feeling lonely one night

So he sat on his front porch pulls down his pants and starts

to Masterbate.

His scarecrow seed was carried by the wind all the way into

Wangaratta and surrounds.

And 142,349 females unlucky enough to be outside at that

moment are impregnated by the evil seed.

 

Mawkin was visited by Pinnoch

The son of Hylan and his human rape victim.

Pinnoch was the first homo scarecrowian born on Earth.

 

38,492 black crowes descend on both Mawkin and Pinnoch

And they are soon overwelmed  by the black birds.

Now Mawkin and Pinnoch are nothing more than a pair of garden

ordarments.

Now they will guard Hylans garden until the end of time.

 

The finale

In Wangaratta and in the surrounding towns and hamlets

142,349 pregnant females are still in a state of disbelief

It has been six months since Mawkin ruler of all the

scarecrows masterbated into the wind impregnating  the

females with his evil seed.

 

The 142,349 females have no idea how they became pregnant.

Most of them were using contraceptives and yet they were

still impregnated.

Even the virgins couldn’t escape the scarecrow sperm.

 

So naturally tongues started to wag

Married women were with child while their husbands were away.

While their boyfriends were working in the mines or in the vineyards

Somehow their girlfriends become pregnant.

Even at the local convent 24 nuns are carrying the scarecrow seed.

They all pray to God for forgiveness but he doesn’t seem to be

listening.

They lock the doors and close all the windows.

But it is way too late an dark force has already invaded their sanctuary.

 

In a secluded shack on the edge of Wangaratta

On the very edge of existence

Two scarecrows are guarding a vegetable garden.

One is Mawkin the dead ruler of all the scarecrows

The other is Pinnoch the first homo scarecrowian born on Earth

 

If you look closely at Mawkin’s face you will see a little smirk

Even though he is longer with us Mawkin is feeling happy with

himself.

His toss off into the wind is having the desired effect.

 

The people in and around Wangaratta are still fighting amongst

themselves

Accusations are flying left right and centre

The husbands and boyfriends crowd all the pubs and bars.

Their wives and girlfriends deny any infidelity

But 142,349 females are pregnant so who is doing the dirty?

 

Back at the vegetable garden

Mawkin and Pinnoch are having an out of body communication

They are both still dead to the World

They are waiting for the right sequence of events and they will once

again breathe.

They will wait for a million years if they have to.

 

The 142,349 females know that they aren’t having a normal pregnancy

There isnt any kicking or movement from the unborn.

None of them experience any morning sickness.

But they have had all of the scans and ultra sounds

And nothing unusual shows up.

 

But they know that everything isn’t normal.

The 142,349 females know that they should have aborted

But it is way too late now.

 

High up in the mountains above Wangaratta is a large dormant

volcano.

Nearby a black crow is sitting high up in a tree.

He knows that a calamity is about to take place.

And only the black crow’es can stop it.

 

For over three hours that black crow screeches and caw’s into

the night.

All over Victoria one million black crow’es listen to the signal

They are all prepared and ready to fight.

 

On the morning of 2nd October 2016

Most of the pregnant females start to make their way to the

nearest hospital

But the 24 nuns stay where they are away from prying eyes.

 

All of the hospitals are swamped.

the hospital staff have never seen anything like it

 

The females are sent to hospitals all over the State

From Wangaratta to Ballarat Bendigo and Sheperton

All the way down to Warrambool

And every hospital in between

 

Up in the mountains near the dormant volcano

Over one million black crow’es have gathered

They fly around the crater of the volcano in an anti

clockwise direction.

They fly faster and faster  getting tighter and tighter until

they form a funnel.

Like a huge black crow tornado.

 

The black crow’es fly even faster

And the lid of the crater cracks and opens

Molten lava is drawn up from the Earths core.

And for the first time in 20 thousand years the volcano is active

 

Than one by one the black crow’es fly off to all corners of the State

Soon most of the hospitals and a small convent

Will be inundated by an army of one million black crow’es

Their objective?

Destroy and kill 142.349 homo scarecrowian babies that are born.

 

All of the black crow’es are in position

They circle the hospitals and the convent waiting for the cry of a new born

Than they will spring into action.

 

At Wangaratta base hospital a scream rings out’Get this fucking thing out of

me’

The doctors and nurses exchange nervous glances

This isn’t a happy mother

They will have to be on guard.

 

At the convent the 24 nuns are all in labour

1000 black crow’es are outside waiting for the first cry

The priests are rubbing their rosary beads praying to God

Whispering words like the Devil and the second coming of Lucifer.

 

Than it happens

The black crow’es hear a tiny whimper and fly straight threw the

windows and doors

And converge onto the stunned 24 nuns and medical staff.

The 24 new born babies dont stand a chance

The black crows pluck out the eyes and sever the vocal chords

And those 24 homo scarecrowians are carried off.

 

The 24 nuns are still too stunned to speak

But at the same time they are relieved

Those abominations are gone from their lives

Now they can just go back to being a normal nun again

 

All over the State of Victoria

Every hospital both public and private are steamrolled by the

invading black crow’es.

Who smash their way in and grab the new born from the arms of

the mothers

Once again they remove the eyeballs and sever the vocal chords

And 120.910 baby homo scarecrowians are carried away.

 

That still leaves 21,415 new born homo scarecrowians out there

somewhere still alive.

 

The black crow’es will never give until every last one of those babies

are killed.

They search from town to town from house to house.

And they want stop searching until their mission is complete.

 

A lot of the pregnant females couldn’t get to a hospital

They are forced to deliver their babies at home.

But that doesn’t deter the black crow’es

They fly to every house in every one horse town

Smashing their way inside and carting off the new born

In some cases the mothers had thrown their babies out into the

street.

Knowing that what they just gave birth to sure as fuck wasn’t human.

 

All up they locate 21,400 new born

But that still leaves 15 of those new born monsters out there

15 homo scarecrowians who could breed and wipe out human

civilisation.

 

The black crow’es use all of their hunting skills

And 2 days later the surviving new born’s are located  in a private

sanctuary down near Warrambool.

 

Those 15 survivors aren’t living and breathing.

They haven’t been born yet

Maybe they have heard about the slaughter all over the State.

And they are staying put.

 

The black crow’es are waiting and circling outside

While the husbands and boyfriends crowd the waiting room

But those 15 stragglers are coming out anytime soon.

 

After waiting for over 10 hours

The black crow’es just cant wait no more

So they storm the sanctuary like winged commamdo’s

And than they do the unthinkable

They crawl inside the vaginas and physically remove the babies

And they to are carried away.

 

142,349 female Victorians all breathe a collective sigh of relief

They are now free from the abominations

So they can now go back to their normal lives

 

Up near Wangaratta

One million black crow’es are converging on to the now active volcano

142,349 baby homo scarecrowians are carried to the edge.And after circling

a few times.

The 142,349 babies are dropped one by one into the molten lava.

 

Than the one million black crow’es go back to being normal birds again.

Their mission is now complete.

The world is free from homo scarecrowian.

 

Back at Hylan’s old shack on the edge of town

Mawkin and Pinnoch the dead scarecrows

Are no longer smirking and smiling

In fact their smiles have been turned upside down.

 

They are both hit by the down draft from the wings of the black

crow’es.

And their frowns are now frozen in place.

They have been turned to stone

 

So now and forever more they will be nothing more than ugly

garden ornaments.

And you can bet that all the birds in the neighbourhood will be

shitting all over them.

Especially the freedom fighting black crow’es.

 

THE END.

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28 Scarecrows ( Part Four )

15 Friday Jul 2016

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In Part Three

We sure Hylan the Scarecrow living in a run down Shack

Near Wangaratta.

He Sat on the Front Porch and Whispered into the Wind.

He is Calling the Human Victim of His Rape

Who has given Birth to His Son Pinnoch.

The first Homo Scarecrowian Born on Earth.

The Human Victim was a Young 17 year old  Named Sara Jane

She Hears that Voice on the Wind.

And Trance like She grabs Pinnoch and jumps on a Bus to

Wangaratta.

Hylans Whispers are also heard by the People of Wangaratta

And One Hundred vulnerable Locals also follow the Voice.

Sara Jane and Pinnoch arrive at Hylans Shack

Followed closely by the One Hundred Locals

A Black Crow also arrives.

But this isn’t an ordinary Bird

It is Mawkin the former Ruler of all the Scarecrows

And He wonts His Title back

The Title that Hylan Stole.

Mawkin calls to the Sky

And Forth Thousand Black Crowes descended onto the One

Hundred Locals

They are all Ripped to Shreds and Their Body parts carried away

Mawkin the Black Crow Transforms into a Seven Foot Scarecrow

He confronts Hylan.

And after an Epic Battle Mawkin is the Victor.

Hylans Heart is Consumed by Mawkin while it was still Beating.

So Hylan is Dead and He can never come back.

Mawkin Thinking that He is Safe takes His Eyes off the Black Birds

And One Thousand of them Swoop down

And They Eat Mawkins Wooden Body Splinter by Splinter.

Unfortunately Sara Jane also leaves the Safety of the Shack

And She is quickly Dispatched.

The only Survivor is Pinnoch the Baby Homo Scarecrowian.

who starts to Cry.

And His Cries are Heard by a passing Dingo.

The Dingo enters the Shack and picks up Pinnoch by the back

of the Neck and

Part Four.

The Dingo Trots back to His Den  with Pinnoch still in His

Mouth.

His Mate is Curled up Inside.

She has been waiting for a Meal all Day.

The Male Dingo drops Pinnoch to the Floor of the Den.

Then proceeds to tear off Pinnochs Clothing.

Pinnoch is squirming on the ground.

But He is Hungry and He sees a familiar sight.

So He clamps onto the Female Dingoes Teat.

The Female Dingo is surprised.

She thought that all of Her Pups had already been Weaned

But there is always a Runt of the Litter.

So She lays down to Suckle.

And with a Snarl She sends Her Mate off to find Food.

Meanwhile up in the Trees

The One Thousand Black Birds that Consumed Mawkins

Wooden Body.

Are all feeling uncomfortable.

It has been Four Hours since They Ate Mawkin.

And in that Time not One of Them has dropped a single Poop.

So up in the Trees the One Thousand Black Birds are Pushing

and Straining.

Beads of Sweat forms on their Feathers.

If only They could Sit down with a Newspaper.

After another few Hours huge Sighs of relief are heard coming from

the Branches.

Then 1000 Pellets of Crap hit the Forest Floor.

Back at the Den Pinnoch is settling in nicely

He has had a steady supply of Milk.

Plus He has had His first taste of fresh Meat.

He is instantly Addicted to the Blood.

He cant get enough of the stuff.

Then His Baby Teeth  turn into Razor sharp Incisors

And His Fingers turn into Claws.

Even though Pinnoch is only Fourteen Months Old

He is ready to explore and Conquer the World.

The Female Dingo is still allowing Him to Suckle

Even though His Teeth are getting very Sharp.

Pinnoch still Loves His Milk.

But He likes the Taste of Meat and Blood even better.

He Bites down on a Nipple a little too hard.

And the Female Dingo Yelps in Pain.

But Pinnoch just keeps Biting and Biting.

And the Female Dingo is Eaten Alive.

Pinnoch Crawls out of the Dingo Den.

He cant quite Walk yet.

He has already had His first Kill.

As He lays near the entrance to the Den He Hears a Sound

nearby.

It Sounds like a 1000 Bird Turds hitting the Ground.

A Couple of Days after the Birds dropped Their Wooden Pellets.

The Stuff starts to Metabilise and begin to Dance.

The 1000 Wooden Turds start to Float in the Air.

Then They all start to fall into place.

Like a Giant Scarecrow shaped Jigsaw Puzzle.

The Picture Clears and yes People

Mawkin the Ruler of all the Scarecrows is back.

But He is a bit Misshapen.

Some of those Black Crows must still be backed up.

Mawkin is missing His Nose an Ear and His Face is all Eschew

But He is still the Same old Mawkin.

He takes a Second to get His Bearings.

Then He Wanders off in the Direction of Hylans Shack.

In the Dingo Den Pinnoch has now completely Devoured the

Female Dingo

And has fallen asleep inside the Carcass.

Then He Hears the Male Dingo coming back from the Hunt.

As soon as the Male Dingo enters the Den He knows that something

is wrong.

As He goes to Sniff the Body of the Female Dingo.

Pinnoch Clamps onto His Throat and He doesn’t let go.

Soon the Male Dingo collapses to the Ground.

But He isn’t Dead.

He is just Unconscious.

Seeing that Pinnoch cant Walk yet He needs a Mode of Transport.

And a Dingo will do just fine.

So He Crawls up behind the Prone Dingo

And with a Thrust He sticks His Head up the Dingoes Rectum.

Then He Crawls Inside.

A few Minutes later the Dingo opens His Eyes and Tries to get to

His Feet.

But it is a Struggle.

It Feels like Something has Crawled up His Arse.

But then the Dingoes Eyes change from Brown to Green

Pinnoch is now in Charge

The Dingo/Pinnoch gets to His Feet.

And with a Yawn and a Shake of His Tail.

Pinnoch the Homo Scarecrowian leaves the Den.

Mawkin has made Himself at Home in Hylans Old Shack

He is slowly getting His Revenge on the Black Crowes.

Every now and then He will go Outside and Hold up His Arms

And Twenty Seven Black Birds will Land.

Then They are taken Inside and Consumed at Leisure.

A big pile of Bones is building up in the Corner.

Only 39,492 Black Crowes to go.

Burp.

As Mawkin Chews on a Wing He Pines for some Company

He Sniffs the Air with His non existent Nose.

But no Scarecrow Scent is Detected.

So Mawkin has a change of Plans.

He goes out to the back of the Shack.

He pulls down His Pants and starts to Fondle His fleshy Wooden

Penis.

Until it becomes Erect.

He Strokes faster and faster.

Than He feels the tension building up in His Wooden Nuts

He Aims His Erection Towards Wangaratta

And with a mighty Explosion 5 Million Scarecrow Sperm are

released into the Atmosphere.

A Wet Gooey Cloud of Semen is on its way to Town.

Any Female unlucky enough to be Outside that Day

Feels a strange sensation.

And even though They haven’t had Sex.

They all feel a Wetness in their Vaginas.

They have all been Impregnated with Scarecrow Sperm.

So in Nine Months time 142,349 Female Humans will give

Birth to 142,349 Homo Scarecrowian Babies.

Pinnoch the Dingo Trots away from the Den.

He has picked up a Scent.

A Smell from the Past.

The Smell of Scarecrow.

He Starts to Run faster.

He just follows His Nose.

Until He arrives at an Old Shack.

And Sitting on the Front Porch is the source of the Scent.

The only Living Scarecrow on the Planet.

As Pinnoch gets closer.

The figure on the Porch Stands up and Watches the Dingo

approach.

When the Dingo is about Ten Feet away.

It Squats as if to take a Shit.

Mawkin Thinks ‘Jesus go behind a Tree or something’

Then the Dingo gives out a Strangled Yelp.

And a Baby falls from its Arsehole and lands on the Ground.

Mawkin recognises the Baby as Hylans Son Pinnoch

The first Homo Scarecrowian Born on Earth.

He Runs forward and picks Pinnoch up.

Whew He really could do with a Bath.

With Pinnoch is having a Wash in the Kitchen Sink

Mawkin looks out of the Window and notices a Shitload of

Black Crowes gathering amongst the Clouds.

39,290 Black Birds are Circling.

Mawkin grabs Pinnoch.

Then He goes Outside to keep an Eye on the Birds.

1000 of the Black Crowes has formed a Daisy Chain.

The First One is holding a Power Line.

While the rest Swoop down towards Mawkin and Pinnoch.

Mawkin is still holding Pinnoch.

They see the Birds coming and try to Run back into the Shack

But They don’t quite make it.

And because Pinnochs Body is still Wet

An Arc of Electricity slams into Them.

And Mawkin and Pinnoch plus the 1000 Black Crowes are Fried.

Mawkin and Pinnoch are thrown Forty Feet

And Land in a Weed filled Garden.

Mawkin and Pinnoch are now nothing more than your average

Garden variety Scarecrows.

Now They will guard this Garden for Eternity.

In Wangaratta 142,349 Females have got Morning Sickness.

How will They explain this to Their Husbands and Boyfriends.

Well if You wont to know the answer

Come back and Read Part Five The Finale.

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28 Scarecrows (Part Three)

01 Friday Jul 2016

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In Part Two of this Story.

Mawkin The Ruler of all the Scarecrows and Mommet

plus a Trusted Scarecrow Named Hylan.

Terrorised a Small Town in Victoria Australia.

A Town Named Talbot.

Another 25 Scarecrows were left behind up in the Hills.

With he promise that Human Flesh would be provided

But Mawkin went back on His Word.

And the 25 Scarecrows Died and reverted back to Everyday

Wooden Scarecrows.

Mommet was Jealous of Mawkins Status.

And He tried to Overthrow Mawkin.

But Mawkin got in first and ripped open Mommets Chest

And proceeded to Eat the still Beating Heart.

So now Mommet is now nothing more than a pile of Sawdust.

Hylan meanwhile has snuck into a Bedroom

And Impregnated a Seventeen Year Old Virgin.

The Virgin had a Dream that She had had Sex with Something

that looked like a Scarecrow

Could it be true?

Hylan also wonts to be the Ruler of all the Scarecrows

And seeing that Mawkin trusts Hylan

He doesn’t imagine any threat.

So Hylan is able to get up nice and close.

He pierces Mawkins Chest and rips out His Heart

But He makes a huge Mistake.

To Kill a Scarecrow you have to Eat the Heart while it is

still Beating.

But Hylan just threw the Heart to the Ground.

Now Mawkin is caught somewhere between Life and Death.

And He is Itching for Revenge.

Hylan caught a Bus to destination unknown

And Nine Months later the Virgin gave Birth to the first

Homo Scarecrowian Born on Earth.

A Mawkin is hovering in a Vortex of Destruction.

Now to Part Three.

Nine Hundred Kilometres away from Talbot.

Hylan is holed up in a Rundown Shack on the outskirts

of Wangaratta.

He has Survived on Roadkill and the odd Wallaby.

Lately He has been thinking about the Virgin that He left behind

in Talbot

Plus the Baby Homo Scarecrowian.

So He Sits on the Floor of the Shack.

He crosses His Legs and starts to Chant.

‘This the Father of Your Baby

I am Hylan Ruler of all the Scarecrows

You are to come to Me immediately

Just pack a few things

And get here as fast as You can

I will guide You all the way

Leave now’

The Seventeen Year Old is sitting at Home Nursing

Her Baby.

When She starts to Hear a Voice on the Wind.

She is Transfixed and straight away jumps to Her

Feet and starts to Pack.

She wraps Her Baby in a Shawl

And She Walks out of the Font Door.

She doesn’t even say Goodbye.

Her Name is Sara Jane and Her Baby is Named Pinochino

Because He is after al Half Scarecrow

All Wooden and stiff.

Sara Janes jumps on to a Bus that is heading North.

The Voice is telling Her which way to go.

So She relaxes and enjoys the Ride.

Even Pinnoch is Happy

He seems to know that He is going to see His Daddy.

500 Kilometres away a Black Crow is busy digging up

Worms and Grubs.

When He to Hears a Scarecrow Voice on the Wind

A Voice from the Past.

The Voice of His Nemesis.

With a flurry of Wings

The Black Crow Screeches at the Sky

Then He Twirls around like a Tornado

And from the Eye of that Tornado

A Seven Foot Winged Scarecrow emerges.

Mawkin is back from the almost Dead.

Now He just has to follow that Voice.

And Hylan will Die an Agonising Death.

Sara Jane and Pinnoch are close to Their Destination

The Voice tells Them

‘Get off the Bus at the Intersection right near an old Garage

Walk down the Gravel Road and I will be waiting’

Hylan is Sitting on the Back Porch Channelling His Thoughts

He knows that Sara Jane and Pinnoch are very close

He Sits there Scratching His Stubble that is full of Splinters

He likes having People in the Palm of His Hand

So He starts to Chant again.

‘People this is your Prophet Hylan come and join Me

You can be my Disciples and I will show you the way

So leave now and join Me in the Promised Land

Just listen to the Wind and follow My Words’

Mawkin is also listening to the Wind

He is getting closer to His revenge

So He keeps on listening to Hone in on the Location

Then He takes to the Wing with a Smile on His Beak

The People of Wangaratta are just going about Their Day

The vulnerable among Them start to Listen to a Voice

mingling in the Leaves.

A Voice that draws them in like a Moth to a Flame.

Sara Jane is walking down the Gravel Road carrying Pinnoch

Part of Her Brain is telling Her to Run like Hell

But She cant resist the Power of the Voice

So She keeps on Walking.

She is soon joined by Twenty Others

And when She looks over Her Shoulder

Thirty more are close behind.

They all Walk forward in a Trance

Like the Condemned going to the Guillotine

Like Lambs to the Slaughter.

Hylan Stands on His Front Porch watching all the People

approach

Sara Jane and Pinnoch are in are in the lead closely followed

by One Hundred vulnerable Locals.

He steps forward to take Pinnoch from Sara Jane

He is as proud as Punch.

The one and only Homo Scarecrowian on Earth.

And He is My Son.

Sara Jane and the Locals all mill around in Confusion

Then Hylan hols out His Hands to welcome the Converts

into the Fold

A Hush falls over the Crowd as Hylan Speaks

‘Welcome to My Commune

I am Hylan Ruler of all the Scarecrows

I am Your Saviour Your guiding Light

Trust Me and I will show You the way to a better Place’

The Humans are Stupified

What is all this Talk about Scarecrows?

Then They all kook at the Master and They notice His Wooden

appearance

Then They See His Razor sharp Teeth

And His long Finger Nail Claws

They Thought They were on their way to the Promised Land

But They have all arrived in Hell

If only They knew what Hylan has install for Them

They are not to be His Subjects or His Disciples

They are nothing more then Hylans Food Supply

They will all be Consumed so that the Homo Scarecrowians

can grow and prosper

Just then a single Black Crow Lands on a nearby Tree

Mawkin has arrived to regain His Crown

He looks to the Heavens spreads His Wings and Screeches

at the Sky.

All of the Clouds turn Black and nasty

The Air is charged with Ions

But there is no Storm on the way

The Sky is Black for another Reason

Forty Thousand Black Crowes have gathered at Mawkins

Command

Then Mawkin points His Wings to the Ground

And Screams like a Banshee

The Forty Thousand Black Birds Dive down on to the Humans

Below

Then They start to Peek and Claw in a vicious attack

The Hundred Humans below don’t stand a chance against

Forty Thousand crazed Birds.

And soon they are decimated.

Body parts are torn off and carried away

One Hundred Human Beings have just been Slaughtered

in this Godforsaken Place.

Hylan Stands there watching the Carnage take place

His Food source no longer Exists.

He knows that Mawkin is here

And this time He wont Run.

He will Stand and Fight.

But He can barely react when He is set upon

Mawkin has Transformed into the Seven Foot Winged

Scarecrow.

Mawkin and Hylan Fight Claw and Tussle for Life or Death

For over Thirty Minutes They Fight

They are both covered in Cuts and Blood

Then Hylan feels mawkins Claws enter His Chest

His Ribcage is Torn apart

His Heart is removed from His Body

Hylan can only Stand there and watch as Mawkin Eats His

Still Beating Heart

Then He falls Dead to the Ground.

Mawkin is disappointed He expected more of a Fight

It just goes to show that He is the True Leader of all the

Scarecrows

Hylan was nothing more than a pretender

Now He is nothing more than a dried out Husk

A Tumble Weed blowing in the Wind.

Mawkin is still Basking in the Glory.

So He doesn’t notice the Black Crowes that have mistaken Him

for  Human.

And They converge en masse

Mawkin can do nothing as a Thousand Black Birds Consume

His Wooden Body.

Limb by Limb

Splinter by Splinter

In the Shack Jane has Her Hands over Pinnochs Eyes

It is like She is Living in a Horror Movie

She sits there for a couple of Days

Waiting and hoping that the Black Birds have gone away

She looks out of the Window.

And there isn’t a Bird in sight

She leaves Pinnoch laying on the Bed

And steps Outside to have a Look around

But She has taken a few too many Steps

When One Hundred Black Crowes descend

They have been Smelling Her Sweat and Fear

Just waiting for Her to step Outside

Sara Jane senses

the danger but just a little too late

Before She can reach the safety of the Shack

The One Hundred Black Crowes are on Her

Thankfully Sara Jane is dispatched quickly

And within an Hour She is Picked Clean.

The only thing left behind is Her Bones

Inside the Shack Pinnoch begins to Cry

And He Cries and Cries for Hours

His Whimpers are heard by a passing Dingo

Who Walks straight in the Door Sniffing the Air

He Walks straight up to Pinnoch

And lifts Him up by the Back of the Neck and

Will Pinnoch Survive?

Does the Dingo Eat the Baby?

To find out the Answers

You will have to come back and Read Part Four.

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