Sheriff

Upon first glance
you would never believe
who it was that upheld the law.
Fighting 
jailing
(killing)
bad men
robbers
butchers
murderers
revelers in dirt too.
Look along dainty Main Street
women walking without fear
men looking hang dogged
peering fearfully behind
to ensure
that the Devil is not coming
pitchfork in hand.
Well…..
not all men are fearful
not all men have something to hide
there are those who are beautiful
loving
desiring
holding their woman’s hand.
These men
stride through town
not a care in the world
content in their lot in life
silly air headed little things
looked upon by the women with care.
This town had once been a junkyard
derelict
destroyed
women living in fear
men drunk on power
until she strode into town.
She alone
if only the town were cleaned up.
Walking along
a slow pace
whip in hand
she called them all out.
Bang Bang 
You are dead
Watch these women 
put bullets in your head.
 
Sultry Sheriff
in a town called Hell
set in a desert
found in the heart of……..
Feb. 5/19
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Finish the Story 209 #3-One Day

Finish The Story #3

This is a lovely idea from Theresa over at The Haunted Wordsmith. She starts the story and nominates someone to continue. It is awesome as it gets the creative juices going and it is fun.

Rules:

  1. Copy the story as you receive it.
  2. Add to the story in some fashion.
  3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
  4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.
  5. Have Fun!

Part one – from The Haunted Wordsmith

Victor tugged at the rigging and twisted the rusty knob on the gas tank. He didn’t like leaving his family’s lives in the hands of a second-hand balloon, but what could he do? Everything was gone already; he was lucky to have found this under all the other rubbish in the dump.

“Here, Papa.” Maddie handed him her small, floral bag filled with all her worldly possessions.

He looked in her eyes and smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Is there room, Papa?” Jacob clutched his bag close to his chest. “I don’t really need it if there isn’t.”

Victor took his son’s bag and looked inside. Tears flowed down his cheeks. “There is always room for our dreams.” He tucked the wrapped notebook and Maddie’s bag into a small cubby in the balloon’s basket.

Maddie went in first, then Jacob.

“Victor,” Rose said, wiping the tears from her husband’s face, “we are doing the right thing, aren’t we?”

He held her hand against his cheek and closed his eyes. Silently, he nodded and took a deep breath. “It’s the only way.”

Victor helped her into the basket, then he climbed in and turned the knob on the flame. The family waited and watched as the sky filled with balloons. Friends and neighbors made the same choice they had. Many would, some didn’t. It was the only way.

As the balloon tugged against its last connection to the Earth, Maddie screamed and pointed. Victor turned and saw …

Part two – Kristian 

The horde of Invaders, wearing their strange red painted leather armour and waving their jagged swords in the air, come marching over the hill.

No one knew where these strange people had come from. It had only been a year ago when radio waves from space had been received that proved they were not the only inhabited planet in the universe. Then they arrived with their great big ships. First, they took over Washington DC. No one had cared when they publicly executed their President, most people didn’t like him much anyway, but then they started turning people into slaves.

The world had been so divided against each other that they could not stop this mighty external force and now they had made it to California.

America was finished. Only one country now held any chance of resistance. They were going to try to make it to Russia. His grandparents had fled from there to escape Communist ideology and now he was trying to go back. He hoped the little bit of Russian he remembered being taught on his Grandmothers knee would be enough to get by.

Victor jumped into the Balloon basket and cut the rope. The wind picked up and they drifted off, just in the nick of time.

The prevailing wind blew them Northwestwards across Oregon and slowly out to sea.

Rose began dishing out some of their meagre food rations, bread and cheese, when she started laughing, hysterically.

Victor grabbed her arm “What is it?”

Rose looked up into his face and said …….

To be Continued.

Jo’s Take:

Rose replied through giggles, ‘Our passports are under the cheese. Why are we hiding these?’ ‘I was trying to hide the cheese.’ Victor giggled at her. The mood instantly lightened in the small basket when Rose and Victor smiled as the horde disappeared under the canopy of the forest below. Victor leaned over and whispered, ‘let’s try to set good examples for our children.’ Rose nodded as he kissed her cheek.

The asylum seeking family sat in the basket quietly wincing in unison as the wind whipped tore through the worn woven wicker. Rose could see the kids were shivering and getting scared. Out of her gear bag, she pulled out a sleeping bag a bundled it around her children. ‘You guys want to play a game?’ Just as Rose was about to tell the kids she could hear screaming from below. Victor peered over the side and….

Danger

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Nightmare beings
sliding
merging
entwining
round my head.
Yet another marvel of this place.
Lost within the Rabbit Hole
I wander paths
followed
ceaselessly
by these brooding
demented
nasty little beasties
who have an appetite
vast
for destruction
pain
fear.
I giggle
tripping along the pathway
lined with brilliant poppies
opium scented air
as hazily they begin to drop.
A few follow me through
the lassitude that befell their brethren
falling away
aside
bringing them back to their former nastiness.
Though they try
claws out
flaying my flesh
shrieking with horror
dismay
rage
as talons glide through
renting no skin.
Torment
repent
not at all.
My smile
wide as the Cheshire
mysterious
unknown
tripping on cyanide lips
danger to all.
Am I really a She-Demon?

January 9/19

 

Lost

‘I was lost
but now I am free’
shrieked the madman
hiding behind the tree.
Hair matted
gimlet eyes
screeching about end times.
I have watched him.
His mathematics
calculations
ruminations
formulas only he understands
as he tries so hard to discover
the date of the last day
when the world shall die.
Since I fell down the Rabbit Hole
I have seen…..
Many a breathtaking wonder.
Many a fascinating strange thing.
Many a wicked frightening thing.
None of which
captured my attention
like the madman.
Sitting upon desert sands
blown upon grass so green
I watch
waiting
wondering what shall be.
‘You are the menace.
You are the demon.
You are the downfall of all men.’
I looked around
wondering
to whom he spoke.
It was I.
None other dared to be close
save for myself
the very malodor of him
a tangible taste upon the tongue.
I waggled my fingers
a sardonic grin
twisting my lips
as he stood
imploring
begging
beseeching
help to arrive
to defend him from the She-Demon.
The one who did not belong.
January 8/19

Rabbit’s Hole

I fell down a rabbit’s hole
to a land
of mimes
mimicry
fancy mirrors
and plenty of regrets.
Plethoras
multitudes
legions
wasted on the sidelines
watching deranged
demented
delirious
clowns on unicycles
desperate
for appreciation
adoration
admiration.
wrestled with bears.
Immature girls
walking on broken glass
along a tight rope.
I slowed to watch
like an accident
mine eyes
could not leave the sight.
Grimacing
cloying stench penetrating
I backed away
turning to run.
Caricature of the Devil
Lucifer himself
pitchfork in hand
ready to prod me back
stood ‘afore me.
I looked at him
with a wink
an impudent smile
walked forward
poof
the illusion disappeared.
Before me
a land racked
wrecked
grey
bleak
dying.
Why am I here?
What am I to do?
And where is the rabbit hole
home again?
January 7/19

Fairyland

Walking down the mushroom path
avoiding perfumed roses
colored trees
skies on the bottom
ground on top
I wonder where I am.
Topsy turvy 
how do I go
left
right
straight up the center
head cocked
I feel myself grow.
Staring down
giantess I have become
lost in a world
that mayhap I created?
Watch waterfalls flow upward
sprinkling mists upon
vast greenery
a home sweet home
I feel it in my heart.
Flying forward
wings erupt 
I surge towards the sky
spiraling downwards
euphoria 
smiles
giggles erupt
delicious chills
as the breeze caresses
bared skin.
Skim across purple water tops.
Skip through frosted fields.
Stroll down mysterious paths.
And now I ask……
riddle me this
riddle me that
who/what am I?
 
January 6/19
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The Factory

Hear me 
young and old
this is a precautionary tale
of why one should listen
read
acknowledge
signs indicating radioactive material.
Little Lance was an adventurer.
He slayed dragons.
He climbed bean stalks.
He swam the warm waters of the Caribbean
with Green Teeth Pirate King.
As he grew
Little Lance
morphed into Big Lance.
He never lost his sense of fun
adventure
or imagination.
The abandoned factory
settled into the ground
an odd piece of mystery
set no where
was a no go zone.
Children are warned to stay away
but all children become teenagers.
Teenagers 
well they ain’t that smart.
Their brains have ceased to fire
only a small portion active….
usually the stupid one.
Big Lance was dared one day
to enter
where no one else had gone….
The Factory.
Standing before
Big Lance gazed around
wondering where he should go first.
He wandered here.
He wandered there.
Stymied by locks
boarded windows
shuttered doors
Big Lance began to worry.
Slowly
the reality began to dawn on him.
He began to backpedal
when he tripped
fell over…..
The windows
(eyes)
opened
flamed red.
The doors
(mouth)
yawned
slime dripping from jagged
ragged teeth.
Big Lance disappeared
(sacrificed)
into
The Factory that day.
December 2/18
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