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Temporary Tomb (Part Two)

17 Saturday Sep 2016

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In part one of this story eight year old Tommy Tucker has been

abducted on his way home from school.

Tommy is the tenth little boy to go missing from the Coffs Harbour

area.

None of the other boys has been seen since.

Tommy has been taken to a farm house in the hinterland.

Where he is held captive in an old mine shaft.

About the same size as a small bathroom.

He is chained by his ankle to an steel pole.

With a small bucket for a toilet and an old lantern hanging on the

wall provides the only light.

Up in the farm house his abductor is staring into space.

He is really hoping that this boy is the one.

For three years he has searching for a replacement son.

He lost his own son to cancer.

And since that time he has been looking for a Simon lookalike.

This boy thought that he could deceive him.

And for that he will die down in the hole.

He looks out to his fields to where he has buried the other nine

boys.

Now he will have to dig a hole for another one.

Part Two.

Tommy has been held captive for three days now.

His abductor has given him very little food.

And only a few cupfuls of water.

And even though he hasn’t had much to eat he has visited the

bucket a few  times.

Now it is really starting to smell.

Tommy misses his mummy all he wants to do is go home.

His abductor isn’t at the farmhouse.

He is out in his car trolling the streets for another Simon.

It has only been three days since he  abducted the boy down in the

hole.

His needs are getting stronger.

But all he has found so far is little deceivers who pretend to be Simon.

Now those deceivers are buried out in his fields.

All except one.

He is just about to head on home when he spots a Simon lookalike up

ahead riding a skateboard.

He pulls alongside the kid and yells out the window ‘Simon get into the car

right now’.

The kid tells him that his name isnt Simon and that he must  be confusing him

for another kid.

‘Get in the car right now i am your father’

The boy notices the crazy look on the mans face and tries to back away.

But he isn’t quite quick enough and he is dragged in through the window

of the car and pushed to the floor.

‘Why do these little deceivers try to trick me ?

‘They pretend to be Simon and force me to do bad things.’

Soon they both arrive at the farm house.

The kid has no idea what is happening as he is led into the backyard

Where the crazy man pulls away a sheet of iron.

And he is told to climb down.

The abductor follows the boy down into the shaft ‘Jesus what is that smell?’

Tommy points at the bucket ‘Sorry mister’

The abductor lets out a curse of disgust ‘For fuck sake i will be right back’

Tommy tells the new kid’Quick climb out and go and get help’

But the kid is frightened out of his wits ‘I cant the crazy man will kill me’

Tommy cant believe it ‘Okay see that lantern over there grab it and bring it

over here’

The new kid grabs the lantern and hands it to Tommy.

Tommy puts the lantern on the floor near them.

But not too close.

He just hopes that the abductor doesn’t notice.

They hear the sound of the iron cover being moved.

Than the abductor appears with a new clean bucket.

But no food or water.

Than he chains the new kid to the pole and leaves without saying

a word.

Thank Christ the whack job didn’t notice that the lantern had been moved.

Because has come up with a brilliant plan of escape.

He grabs the lantern and takes off the glass cover and holds the binding

chain over the flame.

‘God i hope this works’ But after half an hour nothing seems to be happening

Than slowly but surely the chain becomes red hot.

Tommy turns to the new kid ‘When the chain breaks i will go and get help so

just sit tight’

The new kid is hysterical ‘If the crazy man comes back and finds you gone he will

kill me for sure’

Tommy knows that the new kid is right ‘Okay hold your chain near the flame but don’t

get your hands too close’

The abductor has been busy as well.

He is out in his field digging two small swallow graves.

It takes a lot of work but it has to be done.

The sooner that those two deceivers are in the ground the better.

Tommy is keen to make a run for it ‘Quick before the man comes back’

The new kid knows that he is holding Tommy back.

But with a sudden twang the chain snaps.

They both jump up and down all excited now to get the fuck out of here.

They race to the ladder and start to climb.

But than they hear the sound of the cover being removed.

Tommy whispers ‘Quick go back to where you were and hold your hands

behind your back so the crazy man cant see that we are free’

Both boys sit on the ground and try to look nonchalent.

The abductor climbs down the ladder with a bag full of food.

‘I have been to MacDonald’s and bought some burgers and fries

Even the condemned get to eat a final meal’

Than the abductors mobile phone begins to ring ‘For fuck sake what now?

Okay i will be there yes i know that it is important Bye’

Than the abductor notices the lantern on the floor ‘How did that get there?’

Tommy pipes up ‘You left it there when you changed the shit bucket’

The abductor looks at Tommy with steely eyes.

Then he bends and hangs the lantern back on the wall.

And with one last look at the boys he is gone.

Tommy cant believe it.

The abductor has left his mobile phone behind.

Tommy grabs the phone and dials triple 000 and as calmly as he can he tells

the dispatcher who he is and the location as best as he knows.

The dispatcher tells Tommy to put the phone back where he found it but leave

it switched so the police can use it to track there location.

At police headquarters tells detectives Coverdale and Hughes about the phone call.

Finally they have a breakthrough the phone call has been traced to a farm house

in the Coffs Harbour hinterland.

And twenty police officers race to the scene.

At the farm house Tommy and the new kid decide that it is now or never.

So they climb the ladder and push the iron cover aside.

Tommy is surprised to see the daylight he has grown used to the dark.

He and the new kid take in their surroundings and look for the whack job.

Than they race as fast as they can down the long driveway.

At that moment the abductor is looking out to the killing fields.

When he sees the two boys running towards freedom.

And after screaming a few obscenities he takes off after them.

Both boys are only halfway down the driveway when they hear foot steps

behind them.

They have a quick scared look behind them.

And they know that they will never make it.

The abductor grabs both boys by the scruff of the neck and starts to drag

them back towards the farm house.

But than ten police cars turn into the driveway.

The abductor is caught like a deer in the headlights.

To stunned to move.

The police fan out.

And detective Coverdale screams at him to let the boys go.

The abductor knows that he is done for as he looks at the police with

their guns drawn.

So he comes to a decision.

If he cant see Simon in this life he will see him in the afterlife.

He kisses both Tommy and the new kid goodbye.

And runs straight toward the police reaching behind for his gun.

BANG BANG BANG the abductor falls to the ground a bloody heap.

And he has died with a smile on his face.

Maybe he will see Simon again in a better place.

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THE END.

Temporary Tomb

21 Thursday Jul 2016

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The Year is 2003 and Eight Year Old Tommy Tucker

is getting ready for School.

But it is taking Him forever to Comb His Hair and Tie

His Shoe Laces.

So now He is Running late.

He Kisses His Mummy Goodbye.

Then He races out of the Front Door

Maybe He can still catch the School Bus.

The Bus Stop is just around the Corner.

But when He reaches the Corner.

He Sees the Bus Disappearing up the Road

Tommy Jumps up and down waving His Arms about.

But it is no use the Bus keeps on going.

Tommy turns back towards Home.

Surely Mummy can take Me to School?

‘Hey Kid do You wont a lift to School?’

Tommy spins around at the Sound of the Voice.

Twenty Feet away a large Black Ford is Idling at the Kerb

A Hand is Waving Tommy over.

Tommy slowly approaches the Car.

He has heard all about Stranger Danger.

So He doesn’t get too close.

Tommy starts to reach for the Door Handle

Then He steps back.

He looks at the Driver again.

He looks Friendly enough just like His Daddy.

And He did promise Billy Baxter that They would Play

Handball before Class.

‘Your Mummy sent Me to take You to School

She knew You wouldn’t make the Bus

Jump in and i will have You there in Twenty Minutes’

So Tommy Tucker gets into the Car.

The Driver cant believe His Luck

This Boy looks a lot like His Son Simon.

Simon His lovely Son who Died Three Years ago

This Boy will be the perfect replacement

Tommy is looking out of the Window.

And He is pretty sure that They are going the Wrong way

Then He looks over at the Driver and He Cringes in Fear

The Driver is pointing a Knife His way.

‘Just Sit there and keep Your Mouth Shut and i wont Hurt You

I am Your new Daddy and You are My replacement Son

Sit tight and We will be Home soon.

Tommy is scared out of His Mind

His Mummy will realise that He didnt go to School

And She will be Mad.

And Billy Baxter will Think that He Ckickened out of Hand Ball

After a long Drive They arrive at a Farm in the Coffs Harbour

Hinterland.

The Driver drives up a long Winding Driveway.

Home Sweet Home

Tommy is too scared to Run

He is dragged inside and Tied to the Kitchen Table

His Abductor makes Him a Sandwich and Pours Him a Drink

Then He just Stands there watching Tommy Eat.

He cant believe how much like Simon He is.

This could be the One

He is really Feeling pleased with Himself

But than He has a second look

And He notices some slight differences

This Boys Nose is a bit longer

His Teeth are a bit Crooked

And His Hair isnt quite the Same

The little Bastard is trying to Trick Me.

Tommy is Backhanded across the Face

‘You Thought You could Fool Me

But You arent My Son

What have You done with Simon?’

Tommy doesn’t understand what the Crazy Man is Talking

about

And Who in the Hell is Simon?

Tommy is untied and Dragged Outside by the Hair

He is taken into the Backyard where the Abductor moves a

couple of Bricks holding down a Sheet of Corrugated Iron

Exposing a Metre Round Hole.

Tommy is told to Climb on down

Than the Abductor follows Him down

When Tommy touches Ground He finds Himself in a Old Mine Shaft

About the Size of a Small Bathroom

Tommy is Chained to a Steel Pole by the Ankle

With nothing but a Bucket for a Toilet

And a Old Lantern hanging on the Wall.

‘This is Your Punishment for trying to Deceive Me

I will bring You some Water Tomorrow

Dont Worry this is only Your Temporary Tomb

Once You have Died i will Bury You out in the Fields with

the Others’

‘Others?’

Tommy Hangs His Head and starts to Cry

He doesn’t want to Die down in this Shit Hole

Tommy Screams out for His Mummy but No One can Hear

The Abductor goes back Inside the Farmhouse and grabs

a Beer from the Fridge

Than He goes out to the Verandah to Drink it

His Eyes Glaze over as He Looks out to to the Fields

He can You Tell You exactly where He has Buried the other Nine

Boys.

Back at Tommy’s House His Mummy is doing some Housework

when Her Phone Rings.

She is Shocked when Tommy’s  Head Mistress Tells Her that Tommy

didn’t arrive at School

‘Is He at Home Sick?’

Tommy’s Mothers Heart Sinks.

She knows deep down that something is horribly wrong

Tommy is a Good Boy He wouldn’t Run Away

So She does the only thing She can do

She Calls Triple 000

She is surprised when Two Detectives Knock on the Door

This cant be good

She invites Them in and offers Them a Seat

They Introduce Themselves as Detectives Coverdale and Hughes

And They ask if She has a recent Photo of Tommy

Detective Coverdale Looks at the Photo and He doesnt like what

He Sees

He explains to Mrs Thompson that They Work in Missing Persons.

Then He Goes on to Say that ‘At the Moment We are treating Tommy’s

Disappearance as a Runaway’

Than He Tells Mrs Thompson that over the Past Three Years

Nine Young Boys Have gone Missing from the Coffs Harbour Area

And They all bear a strong Resemblance to Tommy.

Mrs Thompson starts to Sob

‘Please Tommy just come Home

Mummy isnt Mad You havent done anything wrong

Just come Home’

Tommy is Struggling to come to Terms with the Situation.

But He know’s that He will have to find a way to Escape

Otherwise He will Die in this Hell Hole

Inside the Farmhouse the Abductor is Disappointed

He really thought that this Boy was the One

But He knows One thing He will never stop Looking for Simon

Then He has another look out to His Fields

He Stands there Staring into Space

Where will He Bury the Boy down in the Hole?

Will Tommy Survive?

Will He find a way to Escape?

If You wont to know the Answers to the Questions

You will have to come back and Read Part Two.

THE END

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Bad Tongue Talking

20 Sunday Mar 2016

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As I sit in My Padded Cell.

There is nothing to do but stare at the Walls.

And wait for My Medication to take effect.

But it wont have a chance to.

Because I have been hiding the Pills up My Sleeve.

I am getting tired of this place.

It is time to get up and leave.

I have been Palming My Medication for about a week

now.

I feel good but bad at the same time.

Then I slip into a void.

I can hear a Bad Tongue talking

That Tongue is really wagging.

Telling Me a lot of Bad things to do.

That Bad Tongue is still nagging.

it is Time that the Cuckoo flew.

I arrived at this Mental Facility about Ten Years

ago now.

For committing a few Misdemeanors.

They say that I Murdered Ten People’

but I don’t remember a thing.

So My Lawyer sought an Insanity Plea.

And somehow the Judge agreed.

And He banged down His Gavel.

Ten Years is a long time to be locked away in the

Crazy House.

Ten Years without feeling the Sun on My Back.

Ten Years in Solitary Confinement

In this fucking Padded Cell.

Just as I start to feel better.

I step a little closer to Hell.

Then that Bad Tongue starts to talk to Me again.

I have never heard so many Bad Words.

Then I see a Blackboard covered in Chalk.

And what is written on that Board is an escape plan.

That Bad Tongue is whispering close to My ear.

Telling Me that soon I will be a free Man.

The escape plan on that imaginary Blackboard

Is now imprinted in My Brain.

There is an Orderly who works on My Floor.

And He looks a lot like Me.

His Name is Eddie McBain.

And when the time is right we will swap places.

Eddie has no idea I am about to become Him.

He hasn’t a clue of what lays ahead.

He just goes about His Business.

He is getting closer and closer to My Room.

If everything goes as planned

Eddie McBain will soon be Dead.

Eddie has no idea that I have been palming My Medication.

I try to look calm and mellow

To make Eddie feel at ease.

But My Mind is going in crazy circles looking for some

satisfaction.

Come on Eddie just a little closer please.

That Bad Tongue is still talking.

I think Someone is living in My Brain.

That Bad Tongue never has anything good to say.

It tells Me the Title of a good Book

‘A Thousand and One ways to inflict some pain.

Even though I don’t wont to Hear.

I listen to every Word the Bad Tongue has to say.

Then everything becomes very clear.

Today will be Eddie McBains last Day.

As Eddie gets close to My Door.

I slide My empty Food tray through the Slot

Acting like I wouldn’t hurt a Fly.

But I feel a lot like Hannibal Lecter

One messed up scary Guy.

As Eddie turns to leave.

I call out that I am not feeling well.

I really need to see the Doctor.

Fooling Eddie turns out to be an easy sell.

Because He actually opens My Door.

Eddie is apprehensive as He approaches My Bed.

But I do a great piece of acting.

And I tell Him that I have a bad pain in My Head.

Maybe I have a Brain Tumour?

And there is one thing I don’t tell Eddie.

And that is I have a wicked cruel sense of humour.

I tell Eddie that I might feel better with a couple of

Codiene.

And as He turns to the Medicine trolley.

I pounce.

I am in two minds.

Kill Him messy or Kill Him clean?

Well I don’t mind a bit of a mess.

So I spin Eddie around.

And bite down on His Throat.

Well Eddie struggles making a God awful sound.

Then His Blood starts to spurt spraying the Walls.

Giving it a Glossy Red Top Coat.

Then the Bad Tongue is talking.

‘How can you change clothes with Eddie now?”

‘They are covered in Blood and Shit”

I realise that the Bad Tongue is telling the truth

I didn’t think about that bit.

Then I notice Eddies Key Ring and a Foot long Baton

That Key Ring is holding about Fifty Keys

In all different shapes and sizes.

So I grab the Keys and the Baton.

If I am to escape before the Sun rises

I better get a crack on.

One good thing about a Mental Facility.

Is that it is not a Prison.

So while there is Security.

There are only Two Guards on each Floor.

My plan is nice and simple.

I will walk right out of the Door.

Then that Bad Tongue whispers in My Ear.

‘Forget about escaping Kill every Guard that You can’

He gets right in My Face.

“And then blow up the whole fucking place”

While I was listening to the Bad Tongue

I have been caught off guard.

By a Guard.

He starts to say something.

But I am on Him in a Flash.

And with a twist I snap His Neck

And I keep on twisting like His Head is an ES Light Bulb.

I keep on twisting round and round.

And then with a thud His Head hits the ground.

So I started walking.

And that Bad Tongue keeps on talking.

Filling My Head with more Bad Words.

I have a bit of a Dilemma

Will I carry out the Bad Tongues Murderous plan?

Or return to Bed and  be a Medicated Man?

I think that returning to My Room would be the better

path to follow.

If only that Bad Tongue would shut the Fuck up.

I know that I am a Violent Man.

My Heart is empty and hollow.

I just want to start taking My Meds.

And forget all about the Bad Tongues plan.

There isn’t much I can do about the severed Head

And Blood al over the Corridor

It would take more then a Mop and Bucket

As I turn to go back to My Room.

That Bad Tongue is still talking.

Fuck it.

But I block out the Bad Tongues ramblings

And I make it to My Room

My Brain is all messed up and scrambled

That Bad Tongue is like a Vocalist

Singing out of tune.

Eddie is still laying Dead in My Room

So I wrap Him Up in a Sheet.

And I drag m down the Hall.

I need to find a place to hide Him.

I give Him back His Keys and Baton.

And put Him in a Bathroom Stall.

I return to My Room

Put fresh Sheets on My Bed

God I think I am going to get away with this

That Bad Tongue has gone all silent.

I lay on My Bed acting all sweet and innocent.

So I start to take My Pills like I am supposed to.

And that Bad Tongue is as quiet as a Mouse.

The Bad Tongue is Tongue Tied.

I hope it is not wistful thinking.

But I think the Bad Tongue has Died.

Six Months later and I am still taking My Medication.

With a lot of dedication.

The Police and the Authorities are long gone.

They couldn’t pin Me for the Crime.

And that Bad tongue is still silent

Maybe it is doing Mime?

Even though I am taking all of My Pills

I know that deep down I am still the Violent little old Me.

And I will never rest until I am out of this place.

Footloose and fancy free.

THE END

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