Thursday, 26 August 2010
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Monday, 21 June 2010
a brief profile of the real Wesley Duane Chapman
although only 29 years of age wesley duane chapman has lived a life filled with experiences of one much older.
Wesley was born November 14th 1980 to Anne Marie Tegnel and Duane lee Chapman, better known to the world as dog the bounty hunter. Little could this small infant know the trials that life had in store for him. At the tender age of one his biological parents split up and his mother took both him and his baby brother not only from the family home but to a different state. it wasn't long before his mother was in another relationship with a man who had some strange and twisted ideas of punishment and abuse. One punishment was putting him and his little brother in a dog house and making them stay there. After several years of abuse Wesley's behavior became erratic and his mother chose to abandoned him leaving the authorities to raise the troubled child.
With little time or patience to try and find the root cause of the bad behavior the authorities just decided to gave him drugs to control his temper and behavior and if bad side effects were to happen instead of taking him of the medication they would gave him more to counter act he side effects. After years of living in a nightmare wesley was reunited with his grandma and was able to escape the cold hardness of the institution to be with her. forall she was allowed to have him live with her she was not at that moment in time granted full custody which meant at any time the authorities could come and take him back to the institution they had him living in before hand. Unfortunately it also meant that she had to keep him on his medication. He had only been living with his grandmother for a few years when she became ill and had to stop working making the money situation in the home tight, it was at this time Wesley found he had a natural talent for marketing and started to work to raise money to buy things he wanted. Once in his late teens his medication was stopped and his life slowly started to get to some kind of normality. At the age of 16 and with his daily meds a thing of the past Wesley reached out to his biological mother hoping to bring closure and some sort of normality into his life. Despite his best efforts to reconnect with Anne Marie there was no parent child bond there and instead of a mother he found a stranger that he could not connect with for all he loved and respected her.
now wesley is happily married to the woman of his dreams with 5 beautiful children. not only that but he is now the CEO of his own company. now that wesley has been reunited with his biological father and his side of the family, he has decided to share his story with the world via his own website (http://www.wesleydchapman.com ) in hopes that it will help others that have been or are going through ruff times. to help them see that there is hope, there is light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. Wesley is hoping to expand on the online chapters of his life story and to turn it sometime in the near future into a book.
Wesley was born November 14th 1980 to Anne Marie Tegnel and Duane lee Chapman, better known to the world as dog the bounty hunter. Little could this small infant know the trials that life had in store for him. At the tender age of one his biological parents split up and his mother took both him and his baby brother not only from the family home but to a different state. it wasn't long before his mother was in another relationship with a man who had some strange and twisted ideas of punishment and abuse. One punishment was putting him and his little brother in a dog house and making them stay there. After several years of abuse Wesley's behavior became erratic and his mother chose to abandoned him leaving the authorities to raise the troubled child.
With little time or patience to try and find the root cause of the bad behavior the authorities just decided to gave him drugs to control his temper and behavior and if bad side effects were to happen instead of taking him of the medication they would gave him more to counter act he side effects. After years of living in a nightmare wesley was reunited with his grandma and was able to escape the cold hardness of the institution to be with her. forall she was allowed to have him live with her she was not at that moment in time granted full custody which meant at any time the authorities could come and take him back to the institution they had him living in before hand. Unfortunately it also meant that she had to keep him on his medication. He had only been living with his grandmother for a few years when she became ill and had to stop working making the money situation in the home tight, it was at this time Wesley found he had a natural talent for marketing and started to work to raise money to buy things he wanted. Once in his late teens his medication was stopped and his life slowly started to get to some kind of normality. At the age of 16 and with his daily meds a thing of the past Wesley reached out to his biological mother hoping to bring closure and some sort of normality into his life. Despite his best efforts to reconnect with Anne Marie there was no parent child bond there and instead of a mother he found a stranger that he could not connect with for all he loved and respected her.
now wesley is happily married to the woman of his dreams with 5 beautiful children. not only that but he is now the CEO of his own company. now that wesley has been reunited with his biological father and his side of the family, he has decided to share his story with the world via his own website (http://www.wesleydchapman.com ) in hopes that it will help others that have been or are going through ruff times. to help them see that there is hope, there is light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. Wesley is hoping to expand on the online chapters of his life story and to turn it sometime in the near future into a book.
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
The conference
We start the scene with a large round conference table. Black in colour with a red pentagon etched inside of it. At each point a chair is placed, all are facing in except the one at the head of the table. We see the red and black velvet back. It’s facing a bunch of television screens all broadcasting different channels from all around the world. We hear a knock.
“Come” booms the voice from behind the chair.
Four men in suits enter and each stands behind a different chair. The chairs are all different colours and each chairs colour matches the colour of the tie of the man stood behind it. The large chair at the head of the table turns slowly to face the table and we see a man with a bright red face and suit sat talking on a mobile.
“ok so if you can get that published as soon as” he sits intensely listening to the person on the other end “urhu urhu well if you think that would antagonize them that bit more” listening again he gestures for the four men to sit down which they do as one. “Look if it kicks off trouble, no matter what size the fight, it will inevitably escalate. Look I have to go I have a very important meeting so I’ll talk to you latter.” Hanging up the phone he places it onto the table. “Sorry about that boy’s it was one of my publicists in America.” Nervously the four men smiled. “so boys as I can see” he said pointing to the television screens behind him “you’re all doing ok but how about telling me what’s going on” he turned to face the man who was sat on the white chair “well according to all the books you’re the first to show so why don’t you go first”
“Well” said the man moving nervously in his seat and opening the white covered file that was on the table in front of him. “As you can see from this chart bubonic plaque and smallpox are all but whipped out” he said handing out sheets he took out of the file. “there are a few people who still have samples unfortunately I haven’t been able to turn them yet though I am still working on it” the red faced man nodded at him with a look of approval on his face. “Influenza as you can see is currently at a stand still no sooner does one lot kick off but another lot is cured”
“What about slight alterations in the virus” the man with a red face asked
“We have tried sir but to date there’s always someone who seems to be able to fix it.” Nervously he straightened his tie. “Aids as you can see is on the increase this I think is my finest baby yet”
Smiling the man with a red face looking up “how did you manage it”
“Well sir we managed to decrease the amounts of leaflets and adverts for condoms”
“Well done” the red face man smiled at him
“Thank you sir” he smiled back “sars is starting to loom it’s a new thing along with bird flu but both have potential.” Then reaching into the file once more he pulled out another piece of paper.
“What’s this” the red faced man asked as he retrieved the paper
“Its something I played with two years ago with you permission I’d like to try again only take it world wide instead of just one country”
“Isn’t this more your area” the red face man asked the man sat in the black chair
“It is” the man sat in the white chair interjected “but because it’s a disease he gave me free reign to spare it.”
“well if its ok with you” the red faced man asked the man sat in the black chair who in turn nodded “well in that case” he said turning once again to the man in the white chair “on you go” handing the papers back to the man in the white chair he turned to face the man in the red chair and waited for him to start.
“Well I’m glad to say I have no loony’s” the man in the red chair stated
“Yet” one of the others interrupted
“No they seemed to vanish after 1700 must say though they knew how to kill”
“Who was that chick again? Oh late 1500’s” his friend in the white chair asked confidently after all his turn had passed with flying colours.
“You mean Elizabeth Bathory” the man in the red chair asked
“That’s her Mrs. Let me bath in you” the man in the white chair sniggered
“Yeah literally” one of the others laughed
“Yes well she did her job well just like Vlad before her. Different style same idea and both very effective.”
“And now” the red faced man asked impatiently.
Taking a book with a red leather binding around out of a bag the man sat in the red chair handed it over. Opening it the man with a red face looked happy but confused.
“What your holding in your hand is part of a collection of journals” the man in the red chair stated
Looking even more confused the man with the red face simply said “journals”
“That’s correct sir. That one your holding starts with Adolph Hitler” the man with a red face nodded at him and flipped through the pages. “I have others from people like Joseph Starlin, Ted Bundy, and Jim Jones to name but a few”
“Cool” replied the red face man
“I also managed to get both Saddam Hussein and Slobodan Milosevic’s off Saddam days before he was captured”
Looking up from the book the man with a red face turned to face the man in the red chair “what do you use them for” he asked
“well if I find some with the potential to be a serial killer I give them the journals of people like Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, and finest pupil who everyone knows as jack the ripper. If they want to be dictators I give them Adolph Hitler’s, Fidel Castro, and Slobodan Milosevic’s” he paused looking across to the man with a red face “speaking of whom he’s a big miss up there. How’s he coping down here?”
“Not bad”
“Can I see him latter” he asked the man with a red face who in turn nodded. Smiling the man in the red chair continued “reading these helps them to see the best and worst ways of doing things what works and what doesn’t”
“Excellent” the man with a red face replied while handing the books back. “So how’s it going up there at the moment?”
“So so” the man in the red chair replied nervously “I mean of my main two Sadam has been captured and I’ve not heard from Osama Bin Ladin for 7 months now”
“So how much longer do you think this war can continue” the red faced man asked anxiously.
“well I’m kind of lucky to have found out that George Bush is not only vain but greedy” taking a sip of water he looked up “I’ve managed to put a few subliminal thoughts in his head about how much better America would be if it ruled Iraq and had its oil supply for its self”
“So it should last at least a good six months?” the man with a red face asked
“Id say at least a year sir” the man in the red chair replied “I see in bush some qualities I saw in Hitler not all but some”
“What about America’s allies?”
“you mean Briton sir” he watched as the man with the red face nodded yes “we are lucky there sir Tony Blair is to stupid to be turned by me however he is as most of Britons ex prime ministers have been Americas puppy dog. America says jump Briton asks how high.”
“That’s good then”
“It is for now sir but if they get another like Churchill or Harold Wilson we are done for."
“Ok” replied the man with a red face and turned his chair to face the man sat in the black chair “now for you” he said waiting for the man to give his presentation.
“With your permissions sir” they man in the black chair said holing up a video
“Be my guest” the red faced man says gesturing towards a video player slightly off to the left. After it is put in the man presses play pictures of people starving to death and fighting over food is shown.
“As we all know Chad, Ethiopia, and south Sudan have had these problems for a lot of years now. The beginning of this year however the UN’s food and agricultural organization warned Somalia and Kenya that this year they to would face hardships”
“Excellent anything else” the man with the red face asked
“Yes” replied the man from the black chair. Knocking the video off and returning to his seat. “Thanks to the war in Iraq the refugees are not receiving the food they require aid is just unable to get through.” He reached into a briefcase and pulled out some papers and handed them around to everyone. “Also we should give mother nature a huge big thank you. The last couple of years she has made not just mine but all of our jobs a lot easier as you can see on the papers you have in front of you” everyone looked and smiled as the man in the black chair continued. “You have the 2004 Indian ocean earthquake which is better known as the Asian tsunami or Boxing Day tsunami. The more recent we have the hurricane that flooded New Orleans and devastated part of America”
“With my disease for animals” the man in the white chair said
“And Mother Nature” continued the man in the black chair “and my crop disease by 2015 we should have a world wide famine.”
“Excellent” the man with a red face smiled. His smile was so wide it seemed to take over his face. Turning towards the man sat in a sickly green chair “and you” he asked.
“Well as my learned friend on my left just said mother nature is making all our lives easier which has almost doubled the death rate in the last 18 months”
picking up his phone the red faced man smiled at the four men “well” he said “thanks for the update” standing up the four men left as the red faced man punched in a number on his phone. “Bonjurno Carlos” he said as he started to turn his chair to face the television screens once more “how are things in Italy” there was a moment of silence as the last of the four men exited the door and closed it “listen” the man with the red face continued “lets start this weeks paper with the story ‘evidence found to collaborate the fact that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene’ that should ruffle a few feathers in the Vatican and test the new guy out.”
“Come” booms the voice from behind the chair.
Four men in suits enter and each stands behind a different chair. The chairs are all different colours and each chairs colour matches the colour of the tie of the man stood behind it. The large chair at the head of the table turns slowly to face the table and we see a man with a bright red face and suit sat talking on a mobile.
“ok so if you can get that published as soon as” he sits intensely listening to the person on the other end “urhu urhu well if you think that would antagonize them that bit more” listening again he gestures for the four men to sit down which they do as one. “Look if it kicks off trouble, no matter what size the fight, it will inevitably escalate. Look I have to go I have a very important meeting so I’ll talk to you latter.” Hanging up the phone he places it onto the table. “Sorry about that boy’s it was one of my publicists in America.” Nervously the four men smiled. “so boys as I can see” he said pointing to the television screens behind him “you’re all doing ok but how about telling me what’s going on” he turned to face the man who was sat on the white chair “well according to all the books you’re the first to show so why don’t you go first”
“Well” said the man moving nervously in his seat and opening the white covered file that was on the table in front of him. “As you can see from this chart bubonic plaque and smallpox are all but whipped out” he said handing out sheets he took out of the file. “there are a few people who still have samples unfortunately I haven’t been able to turn them yet though I am still working on it” the red faced man nodded at him with a look of approval on his face. “Influenza as you can see is currently at a stand still no sooner does one lot kick off but another lot is cured”
“What about slight alterations in the virus” the man with a red face asked
“We have tried sir but to date there’s always someone who seems to be able to fix it.” Nervously he straightened his tie. “Aids as you can see is on the increase this I think is my finest baby yet”
Smiling the man with a red face looking up “how did you manage it”
“Well sir we managed to decrease the amounts of leaflets and adverts for condoms”
“Well done” the red face man smiled at him
“Thank you sir” he smiled back “sars is starting to loom it’s a new thing along with bird flu but both have potential.” Then reaching into the file once more he pulled out another piece of paper.
“What’s this” the red faced man asked as he retrieved the paper
“Its something I played with two years ago with you permission I’d like to try again only take it world wide instead of just one country”
“Isn’t this more your area” the red face man asked the man sat in the black chair
“It is” the man sat in the white chair interjected “but because it’s a disease he gave me free reign to spare it.”
“well if its ok with you” the red faced man asked the man sat in the black chair who in turn nodded “well in that case” he said turning once again to the man in the white chair “on you go” handing the papers back to the man in the white chair he turned to face the man in the red chair and waited for him to start.
“Well I’m glad to say I have no loony’s” the man in the red chair stated
“Yet” one of the others interrupted
“No they seemed to vanish after 1700 must say though they knew how to kill”
“Who was that chick again? Oh late 1500’s” his friend in the white chair asked confidently after all his turn had passed with flying colours.
“You mean Elizabeth Bathory” the man in the red chair asked
“That’s her Mrs. Let me bath in you” the man in the white chair sniggered
“Yeah literally” one of the others laughed
“Yes well she did her job well just like Vlad before her. Different style same idea and both very effective.”
“And now” the red faced man asked impatiently.
Taking a book with a red leather binding around out of a bag the man sat in the red chair handed it over. Opening it the man with a red face looked happy but confused.
“What your holding in your hand is part of a collection of journals” the man in the red chair stated
Looking even more confused the man with the red face simply said “journals”
“That’s correct sir. That one your holding starts with Adolph Hitler” the man with a red face nodded at him and flipped through the pages. “I have others from people like Joseph Starlin, Ted Bundy, and Jim Jones to name but a few”
“Cool” replied the red face man
“I also managed to get both Saddam Hussein and Slobodan Milosevic’s off Saddam days before he was captured”
Looking up from the book the man with a red face turned to face the man in the red chair “what do you use them for” he asked
“well if I find some with the potential to be a serial killer I give them the journals of people like Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, and finest pupil who everyone knows as jack the ripper. If they want to be dictators I give them Adolph Hitler’s, Fidel Castro, and Slobodan Milosevic’s” he paused looking across to the man with a red face “speaking of whom he’s a big miss up there. How’s he coping down here?”
“Not bad”
“Can I see him latter” he asked the man with a red face who in turn nodded. Smiling the man in the red chair continued “reading these helps them to see the best and worst ways of doing things what works and what doesn’t”
“Excellent” the man with a red face replied while handing the books back. “So how’s it going up there at the moment?”
“So so” the man in the red chair replied nervously “I mean of my main two Sadam has been captured and I’ve not heard from Osama Bin Ladin for 7 months now”
“So how much longer do you think this war can continue” the red faced man asked anxiously.
“well I’m kind of lucky to have found out that George Bush is not only vain but greedy” taking a sip of water he looked up “I’ve managed to put a few subliminal thoughts in his head about how much better America would be if it ruled Iraq and had its oil supply for its self”
“So it should last at least a good six months?” the man with a red face asked
“Id say at least a year sir” the man in the red chair replied “I see in bush some qualities I saw in Hitler not all but some”
“What about America’s allies?”
“you mean Briton sir” he watched as the man with the red face nodded yes “we are lucky there sir Tony Blair is to stupid to be turned by me however he is as most of Britons ex prime ministers have been Americas puppy dog. America says jump Briton asks how high.”
“That’s good then”
“It is for now sir but if they get another like Churchill or Harold Wilson we are done for."
“Ok” replied the man with a red face and turned his chair to face the man sat in the black chair “now for you” he said waiting for the man to give his presentation.
“With your permissions sir” they man in the black chair said holing up a video
“Be my guest” the red faced man says gesturing towards a video player slightly off to the left. After it is put in the man presses play pictures of people starving to death and fighting over food is shown.
“As we all know Chad, Ethiopia, and south Sudan have had these problems for a lot of years now. The beginning of this year however the UN’s food and agricultural organization warned Somalia and Kenya that this year they to would face hardships”
“Excellent anything else” the man with the red face asked
“Yes” replied the man from the black chair. Knocking the video off and returning to his seat. “Thanks to the war in Iraq the refugees are not receiving the food they require aid is just unable to get through.” He reached into a briefcase and pulled out some papers and handed them around to everyone. “Also we should give mother nature a huge big thank you. The last couple of years she has made not just mine but all of our jobs a lot easier as you can see on the papers you have in front of you” everyone looked and smiled as the man in the black chair continued. “You have the 2004 Indian ocean earthquake which is better known as the Asian tsunami or Boxing Day tsunami. The more recent we have the hurricane that flooded New Orleans and devastated part of America”
“With my disease for animals” the man in the white chair said
“And Mother Nature” continued the man in the black chair “and my crop disease by 2015 we should have a world wide famine.”
“Excellent” the man with a red face smiled. His smile was so wide it seemed to take over his face. Turning towards the man sat in a sickly green chair “and you” he asked.
“Well as my learned friend on my left just said mother nature is making all our lives easier which has almost doubled the death rate in the last 18 months”
picking up his phone the red faced man smiled at the four men “well” he said “thanks for the update” standing up the four men left as the red faced man punched in a number on his phone. “Bonjurno Carlos” he said as he started to turn his chair to face the television screens once more “how are things in Italy” there was a moment of silence as the last of the four men exited the door and closed it “listen” the man with the red face continued “lets start this weeks paper with the story ‘evidence found to collaborate the fact that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene’ that should ruffle a few feathers in the Vatican and test the new guy out.”
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
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Monday, 7 June 2010
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Sunday, 6 June 2010
david philip caldwell - memory's
I will always remember that day. It was the day I found out that I had got a chance to prove myself to the boss of the Life Wrestling Federation or LWF for short. All my life I’d grown up watching the wrestling dreaming of one day being in the squared circle. But that was only a dream when my parents had split I went of the rails and swamped from one to the other neither really able to control me neither really wanting me. I’d ended up being put into the system and living in the rougher part of DC with a foster family that didnt realy care what i did. It was a place where you had to fight to stay alive. As the years went on I got into body building this happened due to the amount of time I had spent in the gym I had to spend a lot of time in the gym to start with like I said where I lived you had to fight to stay alive and I was like a twig to begin with but with training and time I got the muscles I needed to survive both in the house i lived and on the streets. I never went on to collage even though I wanted to. home life was tough, my foster mum became a single parent after my stepdad had tried to kill her and ended up killing himself with remorse, with four kids to raise she was trying her best but the money she was making wasn’t enough to feed all of us so I got a job instead and soon after moved out. Because of my build I had no problems at all finding work at the bars and night clubs as a bouncer. This is where I met the woman I was to marry one miss Alex bell. She was the light that saved me. I’d been hanging around with a group of people who I knew were bad news but I had no where else to go and with being so quiet I found it hard to meet new people. Alex changed that. We soon started dating and after a few months of just knowing each other we were married. I was still going to the gym and on one such occasion met a guy who suggested I started to do body building. Initially I just laughed but Alex said why not after all there was no harm in trying. I entered into my first competition and came second getting me hooked. It was when I was doing a competition that I met Greg ‘the iron fist’ Gater. My childhood hero he had been the LWF hardcore champion and heavy weight champion. He was the reason I had wanted to be a wrestler all those years back and deep down I still wanted to. Eventually I plucked up the courage to go across and speak to him. It didn’t take long till we were chatting like old friends I told him of my interest in becoming a wrestler and he gave me his number saying that he ran his own little training camp just outside of Texas. For weeks after that I hummed and hared about ringing him Alex was all for it. I was lucky that way she always supported me in anything I did. It took the death of a fellow bounce to make me take that final step I picked up the phone and rang ‘the iron fist’. The following day Alex and myself sold up and moved down to Texas it was a big risk neither of us had a place to stay, a roof over our head, or a job. I was honored to have this woman in my life that was willing to give up everything so that I could live my dream. The training camp was hard from day one it was all go. I never knew just how much hard work wrestling really was. I though it was just a case of climb in the ring, beat the crap out each, pin them for the one, two, three then leave and get your pay packet. I had no idea just how much actually went into it the moves you have to learn the speed as well as the strength you had to have and also you had to learn how to fall properly. The first day was spent training things like running; jumping and lifting weights if you couldn’t keep up you were out because you obviously didn’t have what it takes. That first night when I went back to the hotel where we were staying Alex was on a high she had found a job and wanted to celebrate I just wanted to sleep that was our first big fight she went out and I was just to tiered to chase after her so I just laid on the bed and was out cold within minutes. The following day I was up at 6am as I had to be at the training ground for 6.30 just 1 minute late and you were out. Alex was asleep when I left for all I wanted to sort things out with her I didn’t have the time so I just left. The second day we were learning to fall properly. “If you land wrong or position your self wrong you will be seriously injured” ‘iron fist’ stated. I had no idea how right he was I had no problem with the falling it was little things like when you get up using your elbows not your hands that would not sink in at first mind you after having my fingers stood on countless number of times for putting my hands down I soon started to use my elbows. That night when I went back to the hotel Alex was not there I was too tiered to look for her I knew she was street smart so I knew she’d be fine. Once more the second my head hit the pillow I was out. For the next week and a half Alex was a sleep when I woke and gone when I got back we still hadn’t spoken about the argument but now was my chance we got the second weekend off ‘the iron fist’ said we deserved it. From the 39 who had started on the first day now after day 12 there were only 15 of us and on Monday that number would go down again to just 6 after a mock wrestling match. This weekend however I was all Alex’s. on the Friday night I didn’t bother waiting up to give her the good news because I was just so tiered I though it would be a great surprise for her the following morning to wake up and her husband instead of being gone was still there. That morning I was awake before her so I made my way down to the corner shop to get us both some breakfast I had no idea what was in store for me when I returned. Up on returning I found that the door was unlocked I made my way in to find that Alex was no longer in the bed and the shower was running I thought it funny that she would unlock the door to have a shower but thought nothing more about it. I placed what I had bought for our breakfast on the dresser and made my way into the bathroom what I saw shocked me there in the shower not only my wife but another man. I shouted and they both turned to face me Alex flustered and him asking me what the hell I thought I was doing walking into someone else’s room. After that comment I saw red and grabbed him throwing him out the door and into the car park naked before slamming the door and locking it. Alex had a lot of explaining to do. As the man banged on the window begging for his clothes, which I gave him after cutting them lengthways in half, Alex tried to justify what she had done by saying that she had felt neglected and that I was never around I told her that was no excuse and she asked for forgiveness begging me to take her back to DC where we had both been happy. It was then that I realized she didn’t want me for me she wanted me because back then I had been a door mat. I refused to go back and told her I was going out for a walk. I went to see my trainer Greg ‘the iron fist’ Gater I asked him if he thought I had what it would take to make it in the business or should I forget it and go back home. He told me not to give up and asked why I was suddenly questioning things. I explained what had happened that morning and he told me that I could sleep in his spare room for a few weeks until I got my head right. He drove me to the hotel so I could get my stuff. When I got there Alex and her stuff were already gone. She had left a note saying if I changed my mind I could reach her at her mothers. The only thing my mind was thinking was divorce which with the help of ‘iron fist’ I got under way later that same day. For all I was sorry that I was loosing one of the most important things in my life it gave me more time and energy to concentrate on the most important thing my first love wrestling. As the weeks turned into months I honed my skills and even took on a few wrestlers from the local wrestling company there in Texas. It was a small arena it seated 250 people every night it was full as some of the older more well known wrestlers showed off there skills in the ring. I was always pitted against some of the younger starts my last match there was against a guy who had just been signed by the LWF. “If you beat this guy you’re a sure thing” iron fist had said to me. That was it all or nothing the boss of the LWF was there waiting for the match to finish so that the kid I was against Basher Biggins could sign the contract once it was over. I was already in the ring when Bashers music hit and he made his way into the arena. At first my nerves were so bad I couldn’t remember anything then in the crowd I saw him the man who had wrecked my marriage sat there smiling. Something inside of me snapped and I just zoned out and finished the match in record time 5 minutes that was all the match lasted for. Later the boss of LWF came up to me and handed me a piece of paper “be at this place next Friday 4.35pm”. that’s all he said and walked off ‘iron fist’ looked at the paper and hugged me I had been given the opportunity of a life time a chance to fight in a LWF ring. So there I was stood waiting for my match at LWF my chance to impress the boss my opponent Greg ‘the iron fist’ Gater. It was a dream come true. 1500 people, television cameras, and my idol there at the opposite side of the ring. The match seemed to go on for ever and ‘iron fist’ didn’t cut me any slack but I managed to keep going eventually getting the one, two, three for the win. Once back stage I got something else something I’d wanted for a long time a contract. A three year contract to work for LWF. That was 5 years ago now I’m still with LWF I’m the heavy weight champion. The belt looks good around my waist but then I knew it always would.
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
(no title as yet) this is the 1st chapter
The wind blew harshly that cold November night, as a tall dark shadowy figure stood on top of the building opposite looking in at where she now stood. He pulled his coat tighter around himself this was however a totally instinctive thing for him to do after all dead men don’t feel the cold. He could however still feel emotions and seeing her there in the arms of another was tearing him up inside.
He’d searched for centuries to find her and here in this strange new land in this bizarre new century his search was over. There in front of his eyes stood his one true love being held in the arms of the man who centuries ago had killed her. This more than anything tore him up inside. As he watched them embrace his mind wondered back to all those years ago.
His Amelia, how he had longed to see her. Before he had gone off to fight he had asked her to marry him. While on the field earlier that day her answer had arrived. Yes. Now he was racing back to the castle. The journey that had taken nearly two days to get there was taking only half the time to get back. His heart was filled with joy as he entered the castle gates. He raced up into what would soon be there bedroom to find a ghastly site. There laid over the bed was his Amelia. She was dressed in what used to be her favourite blue dress but now it was tattered, torn, and covered in blood. She was spread over the bed her head dangling over the side, her eyes wide open. He knew the look they held, he knew it all to well. He’d seen in many times in battle, this was the look of fear. Her face was crimson as the blood flowed from the gash in her neck. Suddenly there was a loud noise out in the yard. He ran to the window and got there just in time to see Alexandra riding off laughing. ‘Alexandra’ he thought ‘my friend how could you do such a thing’. He walked over to the bed and lifted his love into his arms.
Suddenly a noise drew him back to the here and now.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Alex” she asked.
“You bet.” He kissed her gently, turned up the collar of his jacket and headed off down the street. It wasn’t till he turned the corner5 and could no longer be seen that she went back in and closed the door.
He’d searched for centuries to find her and here in this strange new land in this bizarre new century his search was over. There in front of his eyes stood his one true love being held in the arms of the man who centuries ago had killed her. This more than anything tore him up inside. As he watched them embrace his mind wondered back to all those years ago.
His Amelia, how he had longed to see her. Before he had gone off to fight he had asked her to marry him. While on the field earlier that day her answer had arrived. Yes. Now he was racing back to the castle. The journey that had taken nearly two days to get there was taking only half the time to get back. His heart was filled with joy as he entered the castle gates. He raced up into what would soon be there bedroom to find a ghastly site. There laid over the bed was his Amelia. She was dressed in what used to be her favourite blue dress but now it was tattered, torn, and covered in blood. She was spread over the bed her head dangling over the side, her eyes wide open. He knew the look they held, he knew it all to well. He’d seen in many times in battle, this was the look of fear. Her face was crimson as the blood flowed from the gash in her neck. Suddenly there was a loud noise out in the yard. He ran to the window and got there just in time to see Alexandra riding off laughing. ‘Alexandra’ he thought ‘my friend how could you do such a thing’. He walked over to the bed and lifted his love into his arms.
Suddenly a noise drew him back to the here and now.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Alex” she asked.
“You bet.” He kissed her gently, turned up the collar of his jacket and headed off down the street. It wasn’t till he turned the corner5 and could no longer be seen that she went back in and closed the door.
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
Please help
A man was walking home after a night out at the pub with the darts team. He was turning the corner into his own street when he was knocked to the ground by someone rushing in the opposite direction. As he staggered to his feet, he heard a dog bark, the screech of brakes and a high-pitched scream. Quickly he dusted himself off and ran around the corner to see what had happened. What he saw shocked him. There laid in the middle of the road was an old lady the driver of the car had stopped and was leaning over her.
“I don’t know what happened” the young lad from the car said “I came around the corner there was no one there then suddenly.” The boy looked up and stared down the street. “Hey you stop” he shouted. The man looked up to see who the young lad was shouting at. The man who had pushed him down.
“Why are you shouting at him?” he asked
“He pushed her into the road that’s why I couldn’t help but hit her.” With that in his mind Keith ran off after the man. ‘First me then her’ he thought to himself ‘this man is a menace to society’. Relentlessly Keith followed as the man continued to run, over roads, through alleyways. Keith rounded the last corner and laughed.
“Got you” he said as he started to laugh “you picked the wrong man to mess with boy”. As he got nearer to the young lad he saw just how frightened he looked the boy started to shake as a long dark shadow filled the alleyway. There stood in the entrance of the ally was a gang of three tall men all wearing bomber jackets, scruffy jeans and army issue boots. Keith only knew they were army issue due to the fact he’d been there and done that as a young lad. None of the three lads had any hair it had been shaven off and as they got closer he saw that they all had the same tattoo on there neck. A weird design. He turned again to the young lad. His fear was even greater now and it was then that Keith noticed that he had the same tattoo as the three men in the entrance of the alleyway.
“Leave” one of the three men snapped at Keith. “Leave now and you’ll be ok”.
“What do you mean?” Keith asked. It was then that he noticed that one of the men had a baseball bat. As he looked closer he noticed that the others had weapons to. The young lad grabbed at Keith’s jacket.
“Please don’t leave me” he begged “please help.”
“If you know what’s good for you you’ll go”. Came a voice from the entrance. Keith knowing he was out numbered looked at the boy as he made his way out off the alleyway.
“Sorry” he said and vanished out of sight as the three men closed in on the scared young lad.
“I don’t know what happened” the young lad from the car said “I came around the corner there was no one there then suddenly.” The boy looked up and stared down the street. “Hey you stop” he shouted. The man looked up to see who the young lad was shouting at. The man who had pushed him down.
“Why are you shouting at him?” he asked
“He pushed her into the road that’s why I couldn’t help but hit her.” With that in his mind Keith ran off after the man. ‘First me then her’ he thought to himself ‘this man is a menace to society’. Relentlessly Keith followed as the man continued to run, over roads, through alleyways. Keith rounded the last corner and laughed.
“Got you” he said as he started to laugh “you picked the wrong man to mess with boy”. As he got nearer to the young lad he saw just how frightened he looked the boy started to shake as a long dark shadow filled the alleyway. There stood in the entrance of the ally was a gang of three tall men all wearing bomber jackets, scruffy jeans and army issue boots. Keith only knew they were army issue due to the fact he’d been there and done that as a young lad. None of the three lads had any hair it had been shaven off and as they got closer he saw that they all had the same tattoo on there neck. A weird design. He turned again to the young lad. His fear was even greater now and it was then that Keith noticed that he had the same tattoo as the three men in the entrance of the alleyway.
“Leave” one of the three men snapped at Keith. “Leave now and you’ll be ok”.
“What do you mean?” Keith asked. It was then that he noticed that one of the men had a baseball bat. As he looked closer he noticed that the others had weapons to. The young lad grabbed at Keith’s jacket.
“Please don’t leave me” he begged “please help.”
“If you know what’s good for you you’ll go”. Came a voice from the entrance. Keith knowing he was out numbered looked at the boy as he made his way out off the alleyway.
“Sorry” he said and vanished out of sight as the three men closed in on the scared young lad.
125 western lake avenue
It was 5-30am on a cold Friday morning. A white car with the word police written on it sat outside of house number 125 Western Lake Avenue. It had been parked there on watch all night but now the warm light of day was chasing the cold dark of night out of the sky and the replacement car, a blue unmarked Prego, was now on the scene. Gavin Jones, a young detective with the metropolitan police force, got out of the police car and made his way to the Prego to make his report to the officer replacing him.
“Anything intriguing happen last night then?” The Detective Chief Inspector asked, scratching his head.
“No sir. All quiet, except for the husbands secret rendezvous with the hotty across the road. He stayed there about an hour then made his way back.” The Detective Chief Inspector nodded his head with a wide grin on his face as Gavin Jones went back to his car and drove off.
At 8-45am Detective Chief Inspector, Marvin Pass, made his way up the path to the door and knocked. He then went back to the car. The door opened and out came the man of the house, forensic pathologist, Thomas Proud. He made his way to the blue Prego and climbed in the back. Once Thomas was in the car Marvin drove down town to the pathology lab.
The Proud family were under police protection ever since the death threats had started coming a month ago. At first they had only been put under surveillance but, after the brutal way the family pet, a pure white Burmese mountain dog, had been murdered, they were now under constant protection. No one could work out how the culprit had managed to get into the back yard. It was worse for the three young children in the house because that morning they had been the ones to find the leg hanging from the back porch. The rest of the dog scattered around the yard. The weapon that had been used, an old wooden handled meat cleaver, had been taken out of the neighbours garage. But when C.S.I. had looked both at the crime scene and in the garage of the neighbour no evidence could be found.
Once at work Thomas started on the first body laid on his autopsy table. Marvin was puzzled Thomas seemed unaffected by it all. Marvin turned away from the door as Thomas started the autopsy with the standard Y incision. Twenty five years on the force and autopsies still had an uncanny knack of making Marvin feel sick.
Back at number 125 Western Lake Avenue Maria Proud was trying to solve a problem with the washing machine. After about half an hour of trying, kicking the thing was all she could think of doing. The officer, who was in the house downstairs, made his way into the kitchen.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Flaming things stuck again.” she replied almost in tears.
“Let’s have a look.” The officer got on his knees and after five minutes the machine was working again.
“Thank you.” she said smiling at the young officer. He simply nodded and walked back into the lounge. Up stairs the young female officer watching the children was getting twenty questions thrown at her. The eldest was asking things like: ‘What was the worst she’d seen? Who was the youngest victim? How many suspects had she arrested?’ At the same time the youngest was asking: ‘Do you have a dog? Are you in a relationship? Where do you go on holiday?’ The officer put her head in her hands and sighed she couldn’t wait for 5pm to come.
Monday morning brought good news for the Proud family as Detective Pass knocked on the door.
“Can I come in?” he asked as Thomas answered the door. Slowly they made there way into the sitting room. “We have the man whose been harassing you. His name is Lukas Fact. He was arrested last night on suspicion of rape. When in the cells he’d started talking. He said he was stumped as to why the girl would implicate him when he was busy. After some more questioning he admitted that he was the one who killed the dog.”
“What was the motive detective?” Thomas asked.
“After further investigation we found out that his sister Lucy Fact was a patient of yours when you worked at the local hospital. She died due to neglect. For all it was the nurse in the wrong he blames you.”
“Anything intriguing happen last night then?” The Detective Chief Inspector asked, scratching his head.
“No sir. All quiet, except for the husbands secret rendezvous with the hotty across the road. He stayed there about an hour then made his way back.” The Detective Chief Inspector nodded his head with a wide grin on his face as Gavin Jones went back to his car and drove off.
At 8-45am Detective Chief Inspector, Marvin Pass, made his way up the path to the door and knocked. He then went back to the car. The door opened and out came the man of the house, forensic pathologist, Thomas Proud. He made his way to the blue Prego and climbed in the back. Once Thomas was in the car Marvin drove down town to the pathology lab.
The Proud family were under police protection ever since the death threats had started coming a month ago. At first they had only been put under surveillance but, after the brutal way the family pet, a pure white Burmese mountain dog, had been murdered, they were now under constant protection. No one could work out how the culprit had managed to get into the back yard. It was worse for the three young children in the house because that morning they had been the ones to find the leg hanging from the back porch. The rest of the dog scattered around the yard. The weapon that had been used, an old wooden handled meat cleaver, had been taken out of the neighbours garage. But when C.S.I. had looked both at the crime scene and in the garage of the neighbour no evidence could be found.
Once at work Thomas started on the first body laid on his autopsy table. Marvin was puzzled Thomas seemed unaffected by it all. Marvin turned away from the door as Thomas started the autopsy with the standard Y incision. Twenty five years on the force and autopsies still had an uncanny knack of making Marvin feel sick.
Back at number 125 Western Lake Avenue Maria Proud was trying to solve a problem with the washing machine. After about half an hour of trying, kicking the thing was all she could think of doing. The officer, who was in the house downstairs, made his way into the kitchen.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Flaming things stuck again.” she replied almost in tears.
“Let’s have a look.” The officer got on his knees and after five minutes the machine was working again.
“Thank you.” she said smiling at the young officer. He simply nodded and walked back into the lounge. Up stairs the young female officer watching the children was getting twenty questions thrown at her. The eldest was asking things like: ‘What was the worst she’d seen? Who was the youngest victim? How many suspects had she arrested?’ At the same time the youngest was asking: ‘Do you have a dog? Are you in a relationship? Where do you go on holiday?’ The officer put her head in her hands and sighed she couldn’t wait for 5pm to come.
Monday morning brought good news for the Proud family as Detective Pass knocked on the door.
“Can I come in?” he asked as Thomas answered the door. Slowly they made there way into the sitting room. “We have the man whose been harassing you. His name is Lukas Fact. He was arrested last night on suspicion of rape. When in the cells he’d started talking. He said he was stumped as to why the girl would implicate him when he was busy. After some more questioning he admitted that he was the one who killed the dog.”
“What was the motive detective?” Thomas asked.
“After further investigation we found out that his sister Lucy Fact was a patient of yours when you worked at the local hospital. She died due to neglect. For all it was the nurse in the wrong he blames you.”
Saturday, 20 February 2010
D-Man, Scrapper, Wonder Wes. (chapbros comic)
one day deep below the depths of chapbros media building wonder Wes was hard at work.
"hey bra" said scrapper "what you up to?"
"oh I'm just putting the finishing touches to this" he replied holding up a small can.
"what's that bra?"
"it's a new weapon I call it A Mazing Grace as one spray and the enemy becomes so graceful he is easy to catch"
"bra that's so bad its not funny" said scrapper. just as scrapper was about to walk away he turned "you seen D-Man today"
"I think he was going out to see the Big Dog"
"ok I will try him there. later bra" scrapper said raising his hand up.
later that day scrapper approached the pad of the Big D.O.G. as he continued up the path he saw a ginger curly wig that looked vaguely familiar and there laid beside it the D-Man.
"hey bra what happened?"asked scrapper
"it was Loopy Lucy Loo loo she tried she tried to grab me. I just did to say get away"
"holy handcuffs D-Man"
"exactly scrapper we need to go see wonder Wes" so off the two went.
meanwhile within a secret cave under Diamond Head creator ......
"what do you mean he got away?"snapped the evil Loopy Lucy
"well we tried to grab him but...."
"but" snapped Loopy Lucy "but you say but" slowly Loopy Lucy made her way towards the girl who had dared to say but. grabbing her by the arm she dragged her to the top of the walkway and pushed her into a large bowl of quick set jelly and watched as she sank to the bottom of the bowl "right" snapped Loopy Lucy "anyone else want to say anything" everyone went quiet. "now go get him for me or get me someone or something that will make him come to me" quickly the other 3 people jumped into the car and spread off.
back at chapbros media towers. Wesley d chapman was sat in his office
"can you come into my office please" he said into the intercom
"coming" came the voice of the secretary through the intercom. minutes later in walked a beautiful blonde woman carrying a note pad and pen.
"ah good. emm what's your name again?" asked Wesley
"not funny"
"sorry babes I couldn't resist" he smiled and then continued. "I need you to ring my brothers up for me and tell them I need to meet them about our new app."
"I will get on to it straight away" she said turning around and leaving the room. just as she sat down at the desk in walked Duane Lee and Leland Chapman. "Wes needs to speak to you" she said
"glad to hear that Megan coz we need to talk to him to" Duane lee said walking straight past the desk and straight through the office door.
the 3 of the bro's walked out of the office together.
"I'll get on to it straight away" Wes said walking back into the office and closing the doors behind him.
as d-man and scrapper went to leave the a loud noise of breaking glass was heard from inside the office. quickly they turned and ran back into the office. as the opened the door there was one of loopy Lucy's hench women strapped into a harness with a lifeless Wes strapped to her back. looking up and seeing d-man and scrapper she waved and quickly jumped out the window. rushing to the window they watched as down on the ground the hench woman and her accomplices bundle Wes into a dark van and drive off.
"what are we going to do d-man?" asked scrapper. just then the secretary looked through the door.
"WES" she screamed.
"its ok Megan we are going to get him back" said scrapper
"and I think I know where to start looking" said d-man picking up a clothing tag off the floor.
standing out side of the new clothing and sports store scrapper looked up at d-man
"but how do you know they are here"
"look" d-man said handing the clothing tag he picked up off the floor of the office.
"BB's property clothing line" scrapper read. "still don't know why you think this is the right store though bra" he said handing the tag back to d-man
"its the only one tacky enough to sell them thongs" d-man replied waving the tag around. "ok lets do this" he said kicking open the front door.
once inside d-man and scrapper put on there X-ray shades to make it easier to look for movement
"I'll go left you go right" said d-man
"ok" replied scrapper.
scrapper had only gone a few steps when he saw something.
"d-man quick she's here" he shouted and took off running down the isle.
"scrapper wait" shouted d-man and took off after him but before he could reach the isle scrapper had run down he heard scrapper scream. when he got to the isle it took him all his strength not to laugh. scrapper in his haste to catch the girl he had seen at the end of the isle hadn't seen the skate board and had stood on it loosing his footing and landing in a shopping cart that was now hurtling down the isle at top speed. unfortunately the cart didn't stop at the end of the isle instead it continued crashing its way through rack after rack of clothing and eventually stopping and tipping over after crashing into the far wall. d-man quickly composed himself and ran to see if scrapper was ok.
"you ok bra" he asked rummaging through a heap of clothing hoping to find his partner scrapper. soon a little head poked out from under a pile of lingerie.
"I'm here bra" he said. d-am just coughed and nodded to scrappers head. there on top of his head was a thong "eeewww" scrapper said quickly pulling it off and throwing it across to d-man who just did step out of the way in time.
"come on get out of there we need to see if we can find out where that woman went" d-man said looking around to see if he could spot her. scrapper struggled his way out of the pile and stood beside d-man
"lets go then bra" he said. d-man looked down at him
"emmm scrapper what's that?"
"what's what" scrapper asked looking down at himself "oh bra" he said
"well how about you take it off" d-man replied.
"ooohhhh" scrapper said looking disappointed. d-man just stared at him "ok ok" scrapper said fumbling with the clasp that was behind his back "I cant get it off" he said.
"come here" d-man leant across and with just one hand managed to open and remove the bra that scrapper had been wearing
"wow you've done that before" smiled scrapper.
"shut up" d-man said hitting scrapper across the back of the head.
meanwhile back within a secret cave under Diamond Head creator ......
"what do you want from me?" asked wonder Wes as he was tied up above the vat which was 3 quarters full of quick set jello
"well my dear" said loopy Lucy "your not who I want, you weren't even who I was going to get for bait but..... well lets just say I have a friend who wants you" loopy Lucy said patting him on the cheek.
"what do you mean?"asked wonder Wes as loopy Lucy walked away. as she walked down the steps a shadowy figure appeared at the cave entrance
"ah your here" loopy Lucy said walking towards the figure. "don't look sad" she continued "we haven't hurt him I promised not to. you can go check there isn't a hair out of place"
"its ok I trust you" came a familiar voice.
"no it cant be" wonder Wes said to himself "she wouldn't.... would she"
while that was going on there back at the store d-man and scrapper had managed to get back on the track of loopy Lucy hench woman as she made her way through the store and through a door marked store room.
"we've got her now d-man" said scrapper heading towards the door.
"wait" said d-man grabbing scrapper by the arm. "this seems a little to easy"
"but that's good"
"not if its a trap" d-man said after a while he let go of scrappers arm "ok go for it" with that scrapper charged through the door. d-man stood for a few minutes before following to see what had happened. when he walked through he saw scrapper stood over the top of loopy Lucy hench woman.
"what happened?" asked d-man
"I don't know she was like this when I walked through the door"
"well we better try and wake her if we ever want to see wonder Wes again she will have to tell us where he is"
meanwhile back at the secret location of loopy Lucy
"so do you know if the others are on their way yet" loopy Lucy asked
"they should be I left the clue for the store in the office and I left your girl there for them to catch so she could tell them where you were" the familiar voice said. "even they cant mess this up" she giggled.
"MEGAN?" Wes shouted. slowly the shadowy figure stepped forward. there stood in the light was Wes' secretary Megan in a black catsuit. "WHY?" Wes asked.
"because this is the only way I can get you away from that flaming building" Megan stated walking across towards wonder Wes. "every five minutes it phone calls or inventions or something I was never able to get you alone so when loopy Lucy girls grabbed me the other day to try and get the other two here I made a deal with her. I would help her get them here if she grabbed you for me"
"we need to discuses money" loopy Lucy interrupted
"ok" Megan replied and started to follow loopy Lucy. looking back at Wes she said in a reassuring voice "I promise you will be ok she just needs you to get the others here once there here you and me can spend some time" she said smiling. for all wonder Wes was angry Megan smile made his heart melt and anger fade somehow she could always get around him.
loopy Lucy and Megan hadn't been in the office long when there was a huge noise from down in the secret cave. "no body move" they heard someone shout from downstairs. as Megan and loopy Lucy looked out of the office window they saw d-man and scrapper standing there in the entrance of the cave. as the five hench women headed towards the two they pulled out there cans.
"this stuff had better work Wes" d-man shouted as they started to spray the women with A Mazing Grace. almost immediately the women stopped a couple started dancing together while the other 3 sat down and started to talk about puppy dogs and unicorns. d-man and scrapper looked at each other and then at Wes. "well I guess it does work" said d-man
"can you imagine some dude acting like this?" asked scrapper
"never mind that" replied d-man "lets get these girls handcuffed and get Wes down"
in the office loopy Lucy was mad.
"aagghhhhh I cant believe they stopped them" she looked across at Megan who's smile was so wide it covered her whole face "and why the hell are you so happy"
"his new invention it worked"
"his new invention?" loopy Lucy queried
"yes that can Wes made it he calls it A Mazing Grace. he wasn't sure if it would work but it does"
"so wonder Wes is the one that makes the inventions?" loopy Lucy asked
"well yes he is the smart one of the three" said Megan proudly.
"well in that case" said loopy Lucy inserting a key into a hole and turning it before quickly removing it and running to the other side.
down in the cave d-man and scrapper had there hands full. they had managed to get the three that were sat down handcuffed with very little problems, although they had to be handcuffed together in a circle due to the fact that they wouldn't put there hands behind there backs. now they were moving all over the room trying to catch the two that were dancing around. they were that busy they didn't see that wonder Wes was starting to slowly be lowered towards the vat underneath him.
"emm guys a little help here" he shouted. neither d-man or scrapper seemed to here him "GUYS" he shouted
"we just have to get these two first" said d-man
"well you might want to hurry" Wes said with a slight panic in his voice
meanwhile back in the office
"what does that do?" asked Megan
"take a look at your precious Wes now" loopy Lucy said smiling. Megan looked out of the window to see Wes slowly moving down towards the vat of quick set jello. "soon bye bye Wes" loopy Lucy continued
"but why?" Megan shouted coz I need to get out
"coz I need to get out and this is the perfect distraction" loopy Lucy picked up the case full of money that Megan had given her "thanks for the cash doll I'll see you around"
"why you..." Megan lunged towards loopy Lucy.
"ah ah ah if I was you I wouldn't be bothering your time coming after me d-am and scrapper seem to have there hands full and your lovely Wes doesn't seem to have much more time" she cackled as she pulled and the light fitting on the wall to revel a secret entrance "bye" she said as she vanished through the door way.
meanwhile back down in the cave d-man and scrapper were having major problems as both the girls had now grabbed them and were trying to force them to dance.
"GUYS I NEED HELP" shouted Wes his head getting ever nearer to the vat.
"OK" shouted d-man "enough of playing these games" he said grabbing the arms of the girl that had been trying to make him dance.
"yes play games" clapped the girl near scrapper who at this time had turned to look at d-man. as scrapper went to speak the girl quickly grabbed his can of A Mazing Grace and started waving it around quickly scrapper turned round and tried to grab her but she was to fast "come and get it" she said continuing to dance around.
"give me that back" scrapper said trying to grab at the can.
as all this was going on back in the office Megan was frantically pressing buttons hoping to stop Wes from falling in that vat.
"come on one of these has to stop it" she said pressing buttons frantically. looking up she could see that he was still moving till finally she gave in and throwing the door open started to run down the stairs towards the cave.
Scrapper was getting more and more frustrated as the girl danced around him with his can of A Mazing Grace.
"just grab her already" said d-man who at this point had handcuffed the girl he had been dealing with.
"what's this do" asked the girl pushing a button on the can
"no don't pre....." scrapper stopped short as the can went off in his face. standing there he suddenly burst into laughter "you look funny bra" he said to d-man
"oh no" replied d-man "ok give me the can please" he said firmly walking towards the girl.
"NO DONT" shouted Wes but it was to late the girl has once more pressed the button and now d-man was starting to dance around like a pretty ballerina. "oh great" Wes said to himself as his head started to enter the top of the vat. all of a sudden he heard a shout.
"WES" Megan screamed as she ran up the steps towards the top of the vat "WES I CANT STOP THE MACHINE" she shouted.
"quick go see if you can find something to cut the rope" Wes said with an intense urgency in his voice. Megan rushed towards d-man to see if he had anything but when he nearly hit her as he started to do yet another peruet she decided it was probably best not to go near him so she ran towards scrapper who was sat on the floor playing patta-cake with the girl who had squirted him. gently she patted him on the shoulder
"scrapper" she said gently
"hi Megan want to play" he smiled
"I would love to but first I need to borrow your knife"
"ok" he said reaching into his belt and getting it "be careful its sharp"
"thank you" said Megan taking the knife and running up the steps to cut down Wes.
later that day back at the secret location under the chapbros media building d-man and scrapper were playing with toys in a giant playpen that Wes had made.
"so how long will they be like this" asked Megan
"it shouldn't be to much longer" said Wes
"so how come you have put them in there"
"well while there like this there is no telling what they might try to play with. this way they cant get into any trouble"
"well" Megan said snuggling up to Wes "if there safe in there and they are going to be like this for awhile how about..." leaning in she whispered something in his ear. grinning from ear to ear Wes nodded and both headed towards the elevator out of the secret lair.
"where am I" d-man said suddenly snapping out of the child like behaviour "WES" d-man shouted
"sorry bro I have somewhere very important I have to be I'll explain it all tomorrow" wonder Wes shouted back as he stepped into the elevator. as the doors closed all d-man could see was wonder Wes and Megan kiss
"fantastic" he said sitting down next to a confused scrapper
"where are we?" asked scrapper
"oh shut up" said d-man hitting scrapper across the back of his head "this is all your fault"
the end
"hey bra" said scrapper "what you up to?"
"oh I'm just putting the finishing touches to this" he replied holding up a small can.
"what's that bra?"
"it's a new weapon I call it A Mazing Grace as one spray and the enemy becomes so graceful he is easy to catch"
"bra that's so bad its not funny" said scrapper. just as scrapper was about to walk away he turned "you seen D-Man today"
"I think he was going out to see the Big Dog"
"ok I will try him there. later bra" scrapper said raising his hand up.
later that day scrapper approached the pad of the Big D.O.G. as he continued up the path he saw a ginger curly wig that looked vaguely familiar and there laid beside it the D-Man.
"hey bra what happened?"asked scrapper
"it was Loopy Lucy Loo loo she tried she tried to grab me. I just did to say get away"
"holy handcuffs D-Man"
"exactly scrapper we need to go see wonder Wes" so off the two went.
meanwhile within a secret cave under Diamond Head creator ......
"what do you mean he got away?"snapped the evil Loopy Lucy
"well we tried to grab him but...."
"but" snapped Loopy Lucy "but you say but" slowly Loopy Lucy made her way towards the girl who had dared to say but. grabbing her by the arm she dragged her to the top of the walkway and pushed her into a large bowl of quick set jelly and watched as she sank to the bottom of the bowl "right" snapped Loopy Lucy "anyone else want to say anything" everyone went quiet. "now go get him for me or get me someone or something that will make him come to me" quickly the other 3 people jumped into the car and spread off.
back at chapbros media towers. Wesley d chapman was sat in his office
"can you come into my office please" he said into the intercom
"coming" came the voice of the secretary through the intercom. minutes later in walked a beautiful blonde woman carrying a note pad and pen.
"ah good. emm what's your name again?" asked Wesley
"not funny"
"sorry babes I couldn't resist" he smiled and then continued. "I need you to ring my brothers up for me and tell them I need to meet them about our new app."
"I will get on to it straight away" she said turning around and leaving the room. just as she sat down at the desk in walked Duane Lee and Leland Chapman. "Wes needs to speak to you" she said
"glad to hear that Megan coz we need to talk to him to" Duane lee said walking straight past the desk and straight through the office door.
the 3 of the bro's walked out of the office together.
"I'll get on to it straight away" Wes said walking back into the office and closing the doors behind him.
as d-man and scrapper went to leave the a loud noise of breaking glass was heard from inside the office. quickly they turned and ran back into the office. as the opened the door there was one of loopy Lucy's hench women strapped into a harness with a lifeless Wes strapped to her back. looking up and seeing d-man and scrapper she waved and quickly jumped out the window. rushing to the window they watched as down on the ground the hench woman and her accomplices bundle Wes into a dark van and drive off.
"what are we going to do d-man?" asked scrapper. just then the secretary looked through the door.
"WES" she screamed.
"its ok Megan we are going to get him back" said scrapper
"and I think I know where to start looking" said d-man picking up a clothing tag off the floor.
standing out side of the new clothing and sports store scrapper looked up at d-man
"but how do you know they are here"
"look" d-man said handing the clothing tag he picked up off the floor of the office.
"BB's property clothing line" scrapper read. "still don't know why you think this is the right store though bra" he said handing the tag back to d-man
"its the only one tacky enough to sell them thongs" d-man replied waving the tag around. "ok lets do this" he said kicking open the front door.
once inside d-man and scrapper put on there X-ray shades to make it easier to look for movement
"I'll go left you go right" said d-man
"ok" replied scrapper.
scrapper had only gone a few steps when he saw something.
"d-man quick she's here" he shouted and took off running down the isle.
"scrapper wait" shouted d-man and took off after him but before he could reach the isle scrapper had run down he heard scrapper scream. when he got to the isle it took him all his strength not to laugh. scrapper in his haste to catch the girl he had seen at the end of the isle hadn't seen the skate board and had stood on it loosing his footing and landing in a shopping cart that was now hurtling down the isle at top speed. unfortunately the cart didn't stop at the end of the isle instead it continued crashing its way through rack after rack of clothing and eventually stopping and tipping over after crashing into the far wall. d-man quickly composed himself and ran to see if scrapper was ok.
"you ok bra" he asked rummaging through a heap of clothing hoping to find his partner scrapper. soon a little head poked out from under a pile of lingerie.
"I'm here bra" he said. d-am just coughed and nodded to scrappers head. there on top of his head was a thong "eeewww" scrapper said quickly pulling it off and throwing it across to d-man who just did step out of the way in time.
"come on get out of there we need to see if we can find out where that woman went" d-man said looking around to see if he could spot her. scrapper struggled his way out of the pile and stood beside d-man
"lets go then bra" he said. d-man looked down at him
"emmm scrapper what's that?"
"what's what" scrapper asked looking down at himself "oh bra" he said
"well how about you take it off" d-man replied.
"ooohhhh" scrapper said looking disappointed. d-man just stared at him "ok ok" scrapper said fumbling with the clasp that was behind his back "I cant get it off" he said.
"come here" d-man leant across and with just one hand managed to open and remove the bra that scrapper had been wearing
"wow you've done that before" smiled scrapper.
"shut up" d-man said hitting scrapper across the back of the head.
meanwhile back within a secret cave under Diamond Head creator ......
"what do you want from me?" asked wonder Wes as he was tied up above the vat which was 3 quarters full of quick set jello
"well my dear" said loopy Lucy "your not who I want, you weren't even who I was going to get for bait but..... well lets just say I have a friend who wants you" loopy Lucy said patting him on the cheek.
"what do you mean?"asked wonder Wes as loopy Lucy walked away. as she walked down the steps a shadowy figure appeared at the cave entrance
"ah your here" loopy Lucy said walking towards the figure. "don't look sad" she continued "we haven't hurt him I promised not to. you can go check there isn't a hair out of place"
"its ok I trust you" came a familiar voice.
"no it cant be" wonder Wes said to himself "she wouldn't.... would she"
while that was going on there back at the store d-man and scrapper had managed to get back on the track of loopy Lucy hench woman as she made her way through the store and through a door marked store room.
"we've got her now d-man" said scrapper heading towards the door.
"wait" said d-man grabbing scrapper by the arm. "this seems a little to easy"
"but that's good"
"not if its a trap" d-man said after a while he let go of scrappers arm "ok go for it" with that scrapper charged through the door. d-man stood for a few minutes before following to see what had happened. when he walked through he saw scrapper stood over the top of loopy Lucy hench woman.
"what happened?" asked d-man
"I don't know she was like this when I walked through the door"
"well we better try and wake her if we ever want to see wonder Wes again she will have to tell us where he is"
meanwhile back at the secret location of loopy Lucy
"so do you know if the others are on their way yet" loopy Lucy asked
"they should be I left the clue for the store in the office and I left your girl there for them to catch so she could tell them where you were" the familiar voice said. "even they cant mess this up" she giggled.
"MEGAN?" Wes shouted. slowly the shadowy figure stepped forward. there stood in the light was Wes' secretary Megan in a black catsuit. "WHY?" Wes asked.
"because this is the only way I can get you away from that flaming building" Megan stated walking across towards wonder Wes. "every five minutes it phone calls or inventions or something I was never able to get you alone so when loopy Lucy girls grabbed me the other day to try and get the other two here I made a deal with her. I would help her get them here if she grabbed you for me"
"we need to discuses money" loopy Lucy interrupted
"ok" Megan replied and started to follow loopy Lucy. looking back at Wes she said in a reassuring voice "I promise you will be ok she just needs you to get the others here once there here you and me can spend some time" she said smiling. for all wonder Wes was angry Megan smile made his heart melt and anger fade somehow she could always get around him.
loopy Lucy and Megan hadn't been in the office long when there was a huge noise from down in the secret cave. "no body move" they heard someone shout from downstairs. as Megan and loopy Lucy looked out of the office window they saw d-man and scrapper standing there in the entrance of the cave. as the five hench women headed towards the two they pulled out there cans.
"this stuff had better work Wes" d-man shouted as they started to spray the women with A Mazing Grace. almost immediately the women stopped a couple started dancing together while the other 3 sat down and started to talk about puppy dogs and unicorns. d-man and scrapper looked at each other and then at Wes. "well I guess it does work" said d-man
"can you imagine some dude acting like this?" asked scrapper
"never mind that" replied d-man "lets get these girls handcuffed and get Wes down"
in the office loopy Lucy was mad.
"aagghhhhh I cant believe they stopped them" she looked across at Megan who's smile was so wide it covered her whole face "and why the hell are you so happy"
"his new invention it worked"
"his new invention?" loopy Lucy queried
"yes that can Wes made it he calls it A Mazing Grace. he wasn't sure if it would work but it does"
"so wonder Wes is the one that makes the inventions?" loopy Lucy asked
"well yes he is the smart one of the three" said Megan proudly.
"well in that case" said loopy Lucy inserting a key into a hole and turning it before quickly removing it and running to the other side.
down in the cave d-man and scrapper had there hands full. they had managed to get the three that were sat down handcuffed with very little problems, although they had to be handcuffed together in a circle due to the fact that they wouldn't put there hands behind there backs. now they were moving all over the room trying to catch the two that were dancing around. they were that busy they didn't see that wonder Wes was starting to slowly be lowered towards the vat underneath him.
"emm guys a little help here" he shouted. neither d-man or scrapper seemed to here him "GUYS" he shouted
"we just have to get these two first" said d-man
"well you might want to hurry" Wes said with a slight panic in his voice
meanwhile back in the office
"what does that do?" asked Megan
"take a look at your precious Wes now" loopy Lucy said smiling. Megan looked out of the window to see Wes slowly moving down towards the vat of quick set jello. "soon bye bye Wes" loopy Lucy continued
"but why?" Megan shouted coz I need to get out
"coz I need to get out and this is the perfect distraction" loopy Lucy picked up the case full of money that Megan had given her "thanks for the cash doll I'll see you around"
"why you..." Megan lunged towards loopy Lucy.
"ah ah ah if I was you I wouldn't be bothering your time coming after me d-am and scrapper seem to have there hands full and your lovely Wes doesn't seem to have much more time" she cackled as she pulled and the light fitting on the wall to revel a secret entrance "bye" she said as she vanished through the door way.
meanwhile back down in the cave d-man and scrapper were having major problems as both the girls had now grabbed them and were trying to force them to dance.
"GUYS I NEED HELP" shouted Wes his head getting ever nearer to the vat.
"OK" shouted d-man "enough of playing these games" he said grabbing the arms of the girl that had been trying to make him dance.
"yes play games" clapped the girl near scrapper who at this time had turned to look at d-man. as scrapper went to speak the girl quickly grabbed his can of A Mazing Grace and started waving it around quickly scrapper turned round and tried to grab her but she was to fast "come and get it" she said continuing to dance around.
"give me that back" scrapper said trying to grab at the can.
as all this was going on back in the office Megan was frantically pressing buttons hoping to stop Wes from falling in that vat.
"come on one of these has to stop it" she said pressing buttons frantically. looking up she could see that he was still moving till finally she gave in and throwing the door open started to run down the stairs towards the cave.
Scrapper was getting more and more frustrated as the girl danced around him with his can of A Mazing Grace.
"just grab her already" said d-man who at this point had handcuffed the girl he had been dealing with.
"what's this do" asked the girl pushing a button on the can
"no don't pre....." scrapper stopped short as the can went off in his face. standing there he suddenly burst into laughter "you look funny bra" he said to d-man
"oh no" replied d-man "ok give me the can please" he said firmly walking towards the girl.
"NO DONT" shouted Wes but it was to late the girl has once more pressed the button and now d-man was starting to dance around like a pretty ballerina. "oh great" Wes said to himself as his head started to enter the top of the vat. all of a sudden he heard a shout.
"WES" Megan screamed as she ran up the steps towards the top of the vat "WES I CANT STOP THE MACHINE" she shouted.
"quick go see if you can find something to cut the rope" Wes said with an intense urgency in his voice. Megan rushed towards d-man to see if he had anything but when he nearly hit her as he started to do yet another peruet she decided it was probably best not to go near him so she ran towards scrapper who was sat on the floor playing patta-cake with the girl who had squirted him. gently she patted him on the shoulder
"scrapper" she said gently
"hi Megan want to play" he smiled
"I would love to but first I need to borrow your knife"
"ok" he said reaching into his belt and getting it "be careful its sharp"
"thank you" said Megan taking the knife and running up the steps to cut down Wes.
later that day back at the secret location under the chapbros media building d-man and scrapper were playing with toys in a giant playpen that Wes had made.
"so how long will they be like this" asked Megan
"it shouldn't be to much longer" said Wes
"so how come you have put them in there"
"well while there like this there is no telling what they might try to play with. this way they cant get into any trouble"
"well" Megan said snuggling up to Wes "if there safe in there and they are going to be like this for awhile how about..." leaning in she whispered something in his ear. grinning from ear to ear Wes nodded and both headed towards the elevator out of the secret lair.
"where am I" d-man said suddenly snapping out of the child like behaviour "WES" d-man shouted
"sorry bro I have somewhere very important I have to be I'll explain it all tomorrow" wonder Wes shouted back as he stepped into the elevator. as the doors closed all d-man could see was wonder Wes and Megan kiss
"fantastic" he said sitting down next to a confused scrapper
"where are we?" asked scrapper
"oh shut up" said d-man hitting scrapper across the back of his head "this is all your fault"
the end
Monday, 15 February 2010
Pick up
Queenie was the kindest of her family. Sitting in her lavish apartment, at the desk, she finished her latest novel. She’d always been very prolific, even at a young age, in fact her teachers at school used to complain about just how much she wrote. Slowly she got up and made her way down to the underground garage. Due to her selfless nature and bigheartedness she had been chosen as the designated driver to a gathering of the four families. Queenies mission was to pick up two from each of the other three families and one from her own. First she picked up her baby brother Jack.
“Now mind your manners Jack.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean if you can’t say anything nice to our guests then don’t say anything at all.” The Heart family had always been the noblest of all the families and Queenie was determined that nothing was going to spoil this. They turned up to the first family’s home where they picked up Ace and Trey. These were two of the youngest that she would pick up. They were also a couple of trouble makers. From the next family she picked up Dixie, the eldest of her pick ups and Cecile. The three boys in the car laughed at the sight of the two hats that the ladies were wearing.
“Ladies I love your hats” Queenie said. “You’ll have to let me know where you got them so I can get one.” The frowns that were once there changed to a smile. Queenies complimentary nature often had that affect on people.
Just then there was a loud bang, everything started to shake. Queenie stopped the car and everyone ran out across a large green field. They all lay flat on top of each other, being totally unselfish Queeny laid on the top. Just then a large hand reached down and grabbed at them.
“Your deal.” Came a large booming voice.
“How kind.” Came another as they were passed to another large hand and shuffled along with the rest of all the families.
“Now mind your manners Jack.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean if you can’t say anything nice to our guests then don’t say anything at all.” The Heart family had always been the noblest of all the families and Queenie was determined that nothing was going to spoil this. They turned up to the first family’s home where they picked up Ace and Trey. These were two of the youngest that she would pick up. They were also a couple of trouble makers. From the next family she picked up Dixie, the eldest of her pick ups and Cecile. The three boys in the car laughed at the sight of the two hats that the ladies were wearing.
“Ladies I love your hats” Queenie said. “You’ll have to let me know where you got them so I can get one.” The frowns that were once there changed to a smile. Queenies complimentary nature often had that affect on people.
Just then there was a loud bang, everything started to shake. Queenie stopped the car and everyone ran out across a large green field. They all lay flat on top of each other, being totally unselfish Queeny laid on the top. Just then a large hand reached down and grabbed at them.
“Your deal.” Came a large booming voice.
“How kind.” Came another as they were passed to another large hand and shuffled along with the rest of all the families.
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
The sapling
Standing alone in a barren field, no friend except the animals that inhabit her, stands the crooked sapling. Bent over slightly and with one branch broken and almost touching the floor she looks like a little old lady with a walking stick. Stood as bright and as butiful like a Christmas tree she’ll never be she sways slightly in the breeze. Not decorated by just anyone like the Christmas tree but choosen espesialy by mother nature to stand for all to see her skills.
Small spiderwebs hanging from branches are now frozen looking crystal snowflakes shinning in the new days sun. fresh silken strands with dimond dewdrops twinkle like a string of lights. Coloured leaves of gold and red hang from the half naked branches replace the hanging baubles. Frost standing to attention like upside down iceicles cover the tree like tinsel. At the top a frosted nest stands shinning bright like a star. A sprinkling of soft white snow adds the finishing touch to the sapling.
Stood alone never to be a Christmas tree stood bright and beautiful in someones home but stood majestic and proud in the lounge of mother nature for everyone and thing to see and enjoy.
Small spiderwebs hanging from branches are now frozen looking crystal snowflakes shinning in the new days sun. fresh silken strands with dimond dewdrops twinkle like a string of lights. Coloured leaves of gold and red hang from the half naked branches replace the hanging baubles. Frost standing to attention like upside down iceicles cover the tree like tinsel. At the top a frosted nest stands shinning bright like a star. A sprinkling of soft white snow adds the finishing touch to the sapling.
Stood alone never to be a Christmas tree stood bright and beautiful in someones home but stood majestic and proud in the lounge of mother nature for everyone and thing to see and enjoy.
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Memory lane
She had a lousy day. She had only been in charge there for two weeks but she knew that she was going to have to sort out the sales manager. He obviously had a problem working for a woman. She sat thinking for a while about what to do. Then she picked up the phone and called him. The phone seemed to ring for hours, just as Kath was about to hang up Richard answered.
“Yes” he said in that stern, gruff voice of his. “Who is it?”
“Is that Mr Richard Cooke?”
“Yeah! Who are you?”
“Ah! Hello Mr Cooke. This is Kath Wright your boss. I just thought I’d call and see if you could explain why exactly it is that for the third day in a row you’re not at work”.
“Medical reasons”.
“Is that right, do you have a doctors note?”
“Yes. I’ll give you it personally.”
“I would appreciate it Mr Cooke. Well goodbye, oh and Mr Cooke”
“Yeah”
“Do get well soon.” Kath hung the phone up and opened the top drawer of her desk. She reached for the bottle of whiskey. She needed something to steady her nerves. Then changing her mind she reached for the phone and punching in a number. The phone was answered immediately.
“A.A. we’re here to help. May Jones speaking.”
“Hello May. It’s Kath I I need to talk.”
Kath slowly made her way into the parking lot. God she was glad the day was over she couldn’t wait to get home and put her feet up. As she made her way to the car she felt uneasy as if someone else was there. She shrugged it off after all no one else could get in. It was a closed parking lot you needed a special pass to enter and only employees had them. She climbed into her car, switched on the radio and sat for a while allowing the music to wash over her and calm her down. Then after a few minutes she started the car and made her way slowly out of the parking lot. It wasn’t until she was out of the parking lot and half way home that she noticed him.
“Richard what the hell do you think you’re doing in the back of the car?”
“Waiting for you. We’re going to take a little trip down memory lane.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” She steared at his unshaven face through the mirror and saw the tears in his eyes
“You’ll see just keep on this road.” After what seemed like an eternity Richard spoke again. “Turn here.” Kath started to shake as she recognised the road they were now on.
“Glad to see you recognise where you’re at.” Richard said with a smile on his face.
“What are we doing here?” she asked “I know you have a problem working for me because I’m a woman but...”
“That’s what you think.” He snapped cutting her short. “You being a woman has nothing to do with it. Turn here.” They headed down a long back road. “You being a murder has. Stop the car.” Kath stopped and looked at the surrounding area it looked familiar but she couldn’t quite work out why.
“What are we doing here?” she asked
“This is where it happened. Do you not recognise it? I can’t believe you didn’t even recognise the name Cooke.”
“I don’t. Want to explain it to me.”
“Five years ago you got loaded got in your car and went for a little drive. You came down this road there was a young girl on a pushbike you knocked her down, ran over her and killed her.”
Kath’s mind started to take her back to that night. Shed been at a friend’s birthday bash she knew she was over the limit but decided to drive anyway. Her theory was she’d driven drunk everyday and nothing had ever happened because she was careful. But that night something had happened. She’d seen the girl on the bike and knew she was there but her favourite tape was on the floor and she wanted to hear her song. She bent down to pick it up. Then thud. Kath sat up and braked sharp. There laid on the road just behind her car a mangled bike and further back the body of the young girl lay. Kath snapped back to reality as she remembered how she struggled with the decision of staying until the police came or driving off and leaving her.
“That was when I had a problem but what the hell dose that have to do with you?” she asked.
“She was my new wife we’d been married about a month when you did that. We were planning on starting a family.”
“I I I’m sorry”
“And all you got was a slap on the hand and a little fine you should have got life you deserved to get at least some jail time but no spoilt little rich girl got away with it.” Kath started to cry as Richard reaching forward and took her car keys out of the ignition.
“Get out” he snapped “they may have let you get away with it but I’m not. Its pay back time little girl.” Kath stumbled out of the car not knowing what was going to happen to her. Richard slowly climbed out the back of the car on the opposite side. Then slowly he made his way around the back of the car to face the now terrified Kath.
The following day Richard turned up for work when the head of the company came to visit.
“I’m here to see Miss Kath Wright” he said
“I’m sorry sir she’s not in today.” Richard replied “fact is I can safely say I’ve not seen her at work for about a week”
“Thank you. If she turns up can you tell her I’m waiting in her office?
“Hey Richard” one of the young lads whispered as the head of the company close Kath’s office door. “What was all that about?”
“He wanted to know when I last saw the boss so I told him not at work for over a week”
“Yes” he said in that stern, gruff voice of his. “Who is it?”
“Is that Mr Richard Cooke?”
“Yeah! Who are you?”
“Ah! Hello Mr Cooke. This is Kath Wright your boss. I just thought I’d call and see if you could explain why exactly it is that for the third day in a row you’re not at work”.
“Medical reasons”.
“Is that right, do you have a doctors note?”
“Yes. I’ll give you it personally.”
“I would appreciate it Mr Cooke. Well goodbye, oh and Mr Cooke”
“Yeah”
“Do get well soon.” Kath hung the phone up and opened the top drawer of her desk. She reached for the bottle of whiskey. She needed something to steady her nerves. Then changing her mind she reached for the phone and punching in a number. The phone was answered immediately.
“A.A. we’re here to help. May Jones speaking.”
“Hello May. It’s Kath I I need to talk.”
Kath slowly made her way into the parking lot. God she was glad the day was over she couldn’t wait to get home and put her feet up. As she made her way to the car she felt uneasy as if someone else was there. She shrugged it off after all no one else could get in. It was a closed parking lot you needed a special pass to enter and only employees had them. She climbed into her car, switched on the radio and sat for a while allowing the music to wash over her and calm her down. Then after a few minutes she started the car and made her way slowly out of the parking lot. It wasn’t until she was out of the parking lot and half way home that she noticed him.
“Richard what the hell do you think you’re doing in the back of the car?”
“Waiting for you. We’re going to take a little trip down memory lane.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” She steared at his unshaven face through the mirror and saw the tears in his eyes
“You’ll see just keep on this road.” After what seemed like an eternity Richard spoke again. “Turn here.” Kath started to shake as she recognised the road they were now on.
“Glad to see you recognise where you’re at.” Richard said with a smile on his face.
“What are we doing here?” she asked “I know you have a problem working for me because I’m a woman but...”
“That’s what you think.” He snapped cutting her short. “You being a woman has nothing to do with it. Turn here.” They headed down a long back road. “You being a murder has. Stop the car.” Kath stopped and looked at the surrounding area it looked familiar but she couldn’t quite work out why.
“What are we doing here?” she asked
“This is where it happened. Do you not recognise it? I can’t believe you didn’t even recognise the name Cooke.”
“I don’t. Want to explain it to me.”
“Five years ago you got loaded got in your car and went for a little drive. You came down this road there was a young girl on a pushbike you knocked her down, ran over her and killed her.”
Kath’s mind started to take her back to that night. Shed been at a friend’s birthday bash she knew she was over the limit but decided to drive anyway. Her theory was she’d driven drunk everyday and nothing had ever happened because she was careful. But that night something had happened. She’d seen the girl on the bike and knew she was there but her favourite tape was on the floor and she wanted to hear her song. She bent down to pick it up. Then thud. Kath sat up and braked sharp. There laid on the road just behind her car a mangled bike and further back the body of the young girl lay. Kath snapped back to reality as she remembered how she struggled with the decision of staying until the police came or driving off and leaving her.
“That was when I had a problem but what the hell dose that have to do with you?” she asked.
“She was my new wife we’d been married about a month when you did that. We were planning on starting a family.”
“I I I’m sorry”
“And all you got was a slap on the hand and a little fine you should have got life you deserved to get at least some jail time but no spoilt little rich girl got away with it.” Kath started to cry as Richard reaching forward and took her car keys out of the ignition.
“Get out” he snapped “they may have let you get away with it but I’m not. Its pay back time little girl.” Kath stumbled out of the car not knowing what was going to happen to her. Richard slowly climbed out the back of the car on the opposite side. Then slowly he made his way around the back of the car to face the now terrified Kath.
The following day Richard turned up for work when the head of the company came to visit.
“I’m here to see Miss Kath Wright” he said
“I’m sorry sir she’s not in today.” Richard replied “fact is I can safely say I’ve not seen her at work for about a week”
“Thank you. If she turns up can you tell her I’m waiting in her office?
“Hey Richard” one of the young lads whispered as the head of the company close Kath’s office door. “What was all that about?”
“He wanted to know when I last saw the boss so I told him not at work for over a week”
Monday, 1 February 2010
ryan
pestered by illness from the day you were born,
you'll feel no more pain now that your gone.
i miss you so much now your no longer here,
but now you dont hurt so i wont shed a tear.
all the time you anoyed me a pain in my bum,
but ryan life with you was nothing but fun.
you never let your ilness get in the way,
of you going outside to run around and play.
if you didnt like someone there was no holding back,
from your verbal abuse and sometimes a wack.
you were only 14 when you gave up the fight,
and desided it was time to say good night.
you'll feel no more pain now that your gone.
i miss you so much now your no longer here,
but now you dont hurt so i wont shed a tear.
all the time you anoyed me a pain in my bum,
but ryan life with you was nothing but fun.
you never let your ilness get in the way,
of you going outside to run around and play.
if you didnt like someone there was no holding back,
from your verbal abuse and sometimes a wack.
you were only 14 when you gave up the fight,
and desided it was time to say good night.
Memory lane
She had a lousy day. She had only been in charge there for two weeks but she knew that she was going to have to sort out the sales manager. He obviously had a problem working for a woman. She sat thinking for a while about what to do. Then she picked up the phone and called him. The phone seemed to ring for hours, just as Kath was about to hang up Richard answered.
“Yes” he said in that stern, gruff voice of his. “Who is it?”
“Is that Mr Richard Cooke?”
“Yeah! Who are you?”
“Ah! Hello Mr Cooke. This is Kath Wright your boss. I just thought I’d call and see if you could explain why exactly it is that for the third day in a row you’re not at work”.
“Medical reasons”.
“Is that right, do you have a doctors note?”
“Yes. I’ll give you it personally.”
“I would appreciate it Mr Cooke. Well good bye, oh and Mr Cooke”
“Yeah”
“Do get well soon.” Kath hung the phone up and opened the top draw of her desk. She reached for the bottle of whiskey. She needed something to steady her nerves. Then changing her mind she reached for the phone and punching in a number. The phone was answered immediately.
“Hello May. It’s Kath I I need to talk.”
Kath slowly made her way into the parking lot. God she was glad the day was over she couldn’t wait to get home and put her feet up. It wasn’t until she was out of the parking lot that she noticed him.
“Keith what the hell do you think you’re doing in the back of the car?”
“Waiting for you. We’re going to take a little trip down memory lane.”
“What are you talking about?” She steared at his unshaven face through the mirror and saw the tears in his eyes
“You’ll see just keep on this road.” After what seemed like an eternity Keith spoke again. “Turn here.” Kath started to shake as she recognised the road they were now on.
“See you recognise where you’re at.” Keith said with a smile on his face.
“What are we doing here?” She asked “I know you have a problem working for me because I’m a woman but...”
“That’s what you think.” He snapped cutting her short. “You being a woman has nothing to do with it. Turn here.” They headed down a long back road. “You being a murder has. Stop the car.” Kath stopped and looked at the surrounding area it looked familiar but she couldn’t quite work out why.
“What are we doing here?” she asked
“This is where it happened. Do you not recognise it? I can’t believe you didn’t even recognise the name Cooke.”
“I don’t want to explain it to me.”
“Five years ago you got loaded got in your car and went for a little drive. You came down this road there was a young girl on a pushbike you knocked her down, ran over her and killed her.”
“That was when I had a problem but what the hell dose that have to do with you”
“She was my new wife we’d been married about a month when you did that”
“I I I’m sorry”
“All you got was a slap on the hand and a little fine you should have got life you deserved to get at least some jail time but no little rich girl got away with it.” Kath started to cry as Keith reaching forward took her car keys out of the ignition.
“Get out” he snapped “they may have let you get away with it but I’m not. Its pay back time little girl.”
The following day Keith turned up for work when the head of the company came to visit.
“I’m here to see Miss Kath Wright” he said
“I’m sorry sir she’s not in to day.” Keith replied “fact is I can safely say I’ve not seen her at work for about a week”
“Thank you. If she turns up can you tell her I’m waiting in her office?
“Hey Keith” one of the young lads whispered “what was all that about”
“He wanted to know when I last saw the boss so I told him not at work for over a week”
“Yes” he said in that stern, gruff voice of his. “Who is it?”
“Is that Mr Richard Cooke?”
“Yeah! Who are you?”
“Ah! Hello Mr Cooke. This is Kath Wright your boss. I just thought I’d call and see if you could explain why exactly it is that for the third day in a row you’re not at work”.
“Medical reasons”.
“Is that right, do you have a doctors note?”
“Yes. I’ll give you it personally.”
“I would appreciate it Mr Cooke. Well good bye, oh and Mr Cooke”
“Yeah”
“Do get well soon.” Kath hung the phone up and opened the top draw of her desk. She reached for the bottle of whiskey. She needed something to steady her nerves. Then changing her mind she reached for the phone and punching in a number. The phone was answered immediately.
“Hello May. It’s Kath I I need to talk.”
Kath slowly made her way into the parking lot. God she was glad the day was over she couldn’t wait to get home and put her feet up. It wasn’t until she was out of the parking lot that she noticed him.
“Keith what the hell do you think you’re doing in the back of the car?”
“Waiting for you. We’re going to take a little trip down memory lane.”
“What are you talking about?” She steared at his unshaven face through the mirror and saw the tears in his eyes
“You’ll see just keep on this road.” After what seemed like an eternity Keith spoke again. “Turn here.” Kath started to shake as she recognised the road they were now on.
“See you recognise where you’re at.” Keith said with a smile on his face.
“What are we doing here?” She asked “I know you have a problem working for me because I’m a woman but...”
“That’s what you think.” He snapped cutting her short. “You being a woman has nothing to do with it. Turn here.” They headed down a long back road. “You being a murder has. Stop the car.” Kath stopped and looked at the surrounding area it looked familiar but she couldn’t quite work out why.
“What are we doing here?” she asked
“This is where it happened. Do you not recognise it? I can’t believe you didn’t even recognise the name Cooke.”
“I don’t want to explain it to me.”
“Five years ago you got loaded got in your car and went for a little drive. You came down this road there was a young girl on a pushbike you knocked her down, ran over her and killed her.”
“That was when I had a problem but what the hell dose that have to do with you”
“She was my new wife we’d been married about a month when you did that”
“I I I’m sorry”
“All you got was a slap on the hand and a little fine you should have got life you deserved to get at least some jail time but no little rich girl got away with it.” Kath started to cry as Keith reaching forward took her car keys out of the ignition.
“Get out” he snapped “they may have let you get away with it but I’m not. Its pay back time little girl.”
The following day Keith turned up for work when the head of the company came to visit.
“I’m here to see Miss Kath Wright” he said
“I’m sorry sir she’s not in to day.” Keith replied “fact is I can safely say I’ve not seen her at work for about a week”
“Thank you. If she turns up can you tell her I’m waiting in her office?
“Hey Keith” one of the young lads whispered “what was all that about”
“He wanted to know when I last saw the boss so I told him not at work for over a week”
Sunday, 31 January 2010
David Philip Caldwell (part 2)
There were four in total, three from earlier and one from while he was in the shower. The first one was from his boss, he knew it would be to see how he was. The next was from his ex, she'd been pestering him for a while now ever since her current partner, the man responsible for their marriage breaking down, had also joint the L.W.F. he wasn't sure if she was trying to mess with his head so he'd be off his game when fighting the guy or if she really wanted him back. Either way she wasn't going to win he would never take her back. he'd never stop loving her but he couldn't trust her and without trust it wouldn't work. He checked the rest of his messages. One was from Robin Banks one of the guys he worked with. Robin was the butt of many jokes however that didn't stop them being friends. They had both trained together with Greg Iron Fist Gater and so they trusted each other which in this business meant a lot. The last one was a phone message from Iron Fist himself asking how things were. David smiled while he listened to the message. Iron Fist ended by saying. "Keep training ignore the doctors." Dave laughed at that comment. Iron Fist knew him to well. Despite the fact the doctors had told Dave not to push to hard for the next few months he'd got fed up and had started to build his training and fitness levels back up. The operation he'd had four months back on his elbow was healing nicely and he didn't see why he should sit back and do nothing. He was taking it easy with the weights but the rest he was full speed ahead with. Placing the phone back on the table he walked across to his wardrobe and grabbed his favourite pair of tracksuit bottoms. Putting them on he pondered as to what he could do for the rest of the afternoon. It was only 12.45 he didn't have to be at the arena till 7pm, Dave laid on the bed and allowed his mind to wonder back to his school days. School had been hard but the afternoons once school was finished were the best. He remembered how he and his best mate Kevin used to sneak into the cinema to see the latest releases. How they never got caught was a mystery to him. That was it. He sat up and kicked his legs to the side. The cinema. He couldn't remember the last time he just chilled watching a film in a cinema just another face among many, not some special L.W.F. wrestler. Grabbing a shirt from his wardrobe and the phone off the table he made his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs, putting the shirt on as he went. He went into the kitchen and grabbed his car keys and wallet off the bench. Looking in his wallet he noticed he'd have to stop at a cash point first. Dam he thought hope no one recognises me. It wasn't long before he found a cash point. he parked his car and walked over. Upon returning to the car Dave stopped he could hear what sounded like someone crying. Walking around to the other side of the car he saw her. Sat two parking spaces down. Just sat there in the middle of the parking place knees up to her chest head buried in her arms. Slowly he made his way across.
"Are you alright miss?" He asked looking around to see if anyone else was there.
"What does it look like?" She answered sharply burying her face once more into her arms. "Stupid L.W.F. wrestling." she said to herself.
"Excuse me" Dave said shocked by her last comment. After all he'd only come across to see if she was ok or if she needed some help and that's her response.
"I'm sorry" she replied getting to her feet and wiping her eyes. "I shouldn't have snapped at you. Hell I don't even know who you are. It's just L.W.F. seems to be a major thorn in my relationship" She stopped and looked up at the tall, dark man looking down. She smiled "I'm guessing you know who L.W.F. is being a man. Every other man I know seems to"
"I've heard of them" He replied smiling, glad that she couldn't see his eyes hidden behind his shades. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong"
"Where do I start"
"How about you start by telling me why L.W.F. are being such a thorn in your relationship?"
Smiling she nodded as both of them walked over to a nearby bench. After about an hour of talking she stood up.
"Thanks for listening you were right it did help to talk about it and your right about him"
"I am?" Dave replied
"Yes I should try to compromise allow him his L.W.F. time and ask for equal time for me and if I don't get that then he is out the door."
Dave smiled and reached into his pocket. "Here." He said handing her a card as he stood up. "If you feel the need to talk again my mobile number is on there."
"Thanks" She said reaching up to plant a peck on the cheek of this guy that she still thought was too good to be true. Dave smiled as he watched her walk off.
"Wonder what she'll think when and if she finds out I'm one of these L.W.F. wrestlers that her other half loves so much." He said to himself as he made his way back to the car and headed for the cinema.
"Are you alright miss?" He asked looking around to see if anyone else was there.
"What does it look like?" She answered sharply burying her face once more into her arms. "Stupid L.W.F. wrestling." she said to herself.
"Excuse me" Dave said shocked by her last comment. After all he'd only come across to see if she was ok or if she needed some help and that's her response.
"I'm sorry" she replied getting to her feet and wiping her eyes. "I shouldn't have snapped at you. Hell I don't even know who you are. It's just L.W.F. seems to be a major thorn in my relationship" She stopped and looked up at the tall, dark man looking down. She smiled "I'm guessing you know who L.W.F. is being a man. Every other man I know seems to"
"I've heard of them" He replied smiling, glad that she couldn't see his eyes hidden behind his shades. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong"
"Where do I start"
"How about you start by telling me why L.W.F. are being such a thorn in your relationship?"
Smiling she nodded as both of them walked over to a nearby bench. After about an hour of talking she stood up.
"Thanks for listening you were right it did help to talk about it and your right about him"
"I am?" Dave replied
"Yes I should try to compromise allow him his L.W.F. time and ask for equal time for me and if I don't get that then he is out the door."
Dave smiled and reached into his pocket. "Here." He said handing her a card as he stood up. "If you feel the need to talk again my mobile number is on there."
"Thanks" She said reaching up to plant a peck on the cheek of this guy that she still thought was too good to be true. Dave smiled as he watched her walk off.
"Wonder what she'll think when and if she finds out I'm one of these L.W.F. wrestlers that her other half loves so much." He said to himself as he made his way back to the car and headed for the cinema.
Friday, 29 January 2010
David Philip Caldwell (Part one)
David’s tall tanned body glistened in the midday sun as the sweat trickled down his rock hard abs and stopped at the top of his tight shorts that left very little to the imagination. Crouching down he rummaged in his bag for his bottle of water. Grabbing the bottle he stood back up and took a long swig. Suddenly a strange feeling came over him. He lowered the bottle from his lips and the shades from his eyes to revile his hazel eyes filled with intensity hard and strict no emotion to be seen. He gazed around he was sure he was not alone but who could it be. He knew it wasn’t one of the lads he worked with after all they didn’t know of this place. He scanner the horizon looking for movement or something to confirm his feeling. Finding nothing he lowered his glasses back down to cover his eyes. Placing the bottle of water he picked up his bag slung it over his left shoulder and headed out of the field and back to the path that lead to his house. David slowly scanned the path way behind him still that feeling of being watched was there so he decided to pick up the speed instead of his usual slow walk back he’d run. Setting off at top speed David ran the distance to his home jogging on the spot while opening the door then quickly entering and locking it behind him. Dropping his bag on the ground by the door way he made his way into the kitchen and across to the bench. Unplugging the charging mobile he pressed a button, three missed calls and 2 texts, with out even looking he knew who at least one of them was. Throwing it up into the air and catching it he made his way up the stairs and into the bathroom. Turning in the shower he made his way into the bedroom placing the phone on the bedside table he then grabbed a towel and headed back to the bathroom. Quickly stripping off his shorts he climbed into the shower. The feeling of the water cascading over his naked flesh felt invigorating the sweat from the mornings training being forced down the drain by the clean fresh water. This was David’s favourite room. There was nothing he liked more than a long hot shower after a hard training session however after an intense match in the ring he longed for a relaxing bath just to soak his aching limbs. This is just one of the reasons why he bought a house here in rural England, he was fed up of stopping in hotels and B&B’s that only had showers. He longed for a shower straight after the match, and luckily all the arenas he performed in had them backstage, to just get rid of the sweat and to revive him enough to stand straight. But baths that’s what really helped his aching limbs. Slowly he stepped out of the shower wrapping the towel around his waste he made his way back across the landing to the bedroom. Running his hands through his hair he stared down at the phone it was flashing and dancing across the table dam he thought to himself he’d forgotten about the vibrate eventually it stopped and Dave picked it up and flicked threw the number of missed calls he had received today.
Seasons
Snow is falling.
Children laughing.
Presents wrapped
Its winter time
Babbling brook.
Lambs are jumping.
Sun starts shining.
Spring has come.
Sun shines brightly.
Ice cream melting.
Off to the beach.
Summers arrived.
Wind is blowing.
Trees are rustling.
Leaves are gold.
Autumns here.
Children laughing.
Presents wrapped
Its winter time
Babbling brook.
Lambs are jumping.
Sun starts shining.
Spring has come.
Sun shines brightly.
Ice cream melting.
Off to the beach.
Summers arrived.
Wind is blowing.
Trees are rustling.
Leaves are gold.
Autumns here.
Thursday, 28 January 2010
The Evil Of Man
Catherine Price had always dreamt of her prince charming whisking her away for a fairy tail wedding and to live happily ever after in some far away paradise. When she met Khaldun Tanura she believed she had finally met her prince charming and that all of it would come true. Khaldun was over in California to visit his cousins as one of them where getting married. It was when he was out shopping for a wedding present that Catherine bumped in to him, literally. Catherine helped him to pick up the gift he had dropped.
“I’m sorry.” she said. As there eyes met she felt a spark hit her she knew this was the man she wanted to be with. He smiled and asked her if she could tell him a good place to eat as she was giving him directions he stoped her and asked her to join him. It was the start of the rest of her life. It was a pletonik relationship to start with but as the months grew so did her love for him so much so that she sold her costal home and all her belongings to move over to Saudi Arabia just to be near him. Six months had passed from her first meeting him to moving over there.
The day she landed he was there to meet her off the plane and take her straight to his house. They had talked about marriage before he had returned home four months back she had no idea however that it had all been arranged for the following day. When she awoke Khaldun’s 2 sisters and his mother where there to talk her threw the service and to help her to get ready. For all she didn’t understand everything that was being said she didn’t care she was marring her prince but the honeymoon period would soon be over. The service was held in a beautiful mosque in the city of Medina not far from Khaldun’s home village. Not long after they got back to there detached house Catherine could sense everything had changed. She knew that purdah was part of his religion and culture and because of her love for him she was willing to respect his wishes and cover up fully from head to toe when going out although as the months rolled on the amount of times she was allowed out of the house were fewer and fewer. Her fairytale end was starting to change into a nightmare. If he wanted something done it had to be done there and then and to the standard he wanted. At first if there was something wrong he would explain carefully but as time went on the explaining changed to shouting which was quickly followed by physical punishment to varying degrees. At first it was just a quick slap across the face but this altered to being beaten by a belt. As days turned into months Khaldun started to spend more time away in the city sometimes even stopping over night. Catherine dared not to leave the home on these days in case someone told him she had been out and she would be punished instead she would spend all day and most of the night making sure everything was spotless and in the exact same spot as when he left not even a fraction of a millimetre out would be good enough. It was on one day when Khaldun was in Medina that there was a knock on there door. Catherine hesitated not sure whether to open the door or just to ignore it. If she ignored it she may get punished for being insolent and ignoring his friends but at the same time if she did answer it she may be accused of wanting to be with whom ever it was. As she contemplated what to do she heard a voice out side the door.
“Min fadilak (please).” Catherine stood a look of relief on her face at the sound of a female voice. She opened the door “ibna (daughter) saadni (help me)”. The woman stood in front of her said as she grabbed Catherine’s arm and dragged her into the house next door. When Catherine got into the house the young girl was laid on the floor having some kind of fit. Catherine rushed across to try and hold her till some medical help came. She looked at the mother.
“doctor.” she shouted unsure as to if the mother would understand the mother seemed to understand and ran off down the street towards the doctors. Catherine sat there trying to hold the girl still so she would not hurt herself she was totally unaware that she was not properly covered. It wasn’t until the girl’s father walked in with a shocked look on his face.
“What go on?” he said in broken English.
“Your daughter is ill your wife came to me for help I sent her for a doctor.” It was at this point Catherine realised why the man looked so shocked. At the sound of his wife shouting he looked down the street and saw his wife followed by the doctor.
“Come.” he said rushing into the house and grabbing Catherine’s arm. “You may not seen like this.” he said dragging her into the bedroom. He rushed over to a set of draws at the far side. “Quick” he said throwing one of his wife’s gowns and veils at her “cover”. Catherine thanked him as he left the room. Once Catherine was fully covered she left the bedroom and made her way back into the sitting room where the doctor was looking at the young girl. Within minutes a cab arrived to take the girl and her mother to hospital followed by the doctor in his car. “Thank you” the father said. “Doctor said had waited longer she would be with Allah.”
“Your welcome” Catherine smiled from behind the veil. She bowed slightly as she left the house just to come face to face with her husband.
“What are you doing out of the house?” he snapped. The father stepped out from behind Catherine and began to talk very fast to Khaldun. Catherine could not understand what was being said but she could tell her husband was not happy and that the other man was trying to explain and to get her out of trouble. After what seemed like hours to Catherine the father returned to his home shutting the door behind him. Khaldun looked at Catherine. “get in here now” he snapped holding the door open. Once both were in he slammed it shut so hard that Catherine was sure she could feel the walls and floor shake. “Why did you leave?” Catherine went to answer just to be cut off by yet more questions. “Were you not told to stay in this house and work?” Catherine started to shake as his voice grew louder. “are other people’s families more important than your own?” He stared to walk towards her. “Well?” he snapped. “Am I less important to you than the people next door?” He stood right in front of her he was at least a foot taller than Catherine who started to shrink down to the floor in fear.
“no.” she whispered in a timid voice.
“I can not here you woman are they more important than me?”
“No” she said louder. “You are the most important thing in my life” she said starting to stand up. “It was just…”
“Insolent woman” he snapped bringing his open hand across her face. “Did I tell you to speak?” With tears in her eyes and her hand clasped over her cheek Catherine stood shaking her head.
“No sir” she replied trying hard to hold the tears from showing. Khaldun walked out of the room Catherine still apprehensive as to what was going to happen next stood perfectly still waiting to receive her orders. Khaldun walked back in with a smile on his face which worried Catherine. it was rear he smiled now days so she was unsure as to what exactly was going on.
“I have a surprise for you.” Khaldun said still smiling. “come” he said holding out his hand Catherine took his hand as he led her out to the back of the house there stood in the yard was a large kennel and chained to it a large Alsatian cross bread. “Do you like it my dear? I thought you might like a friend for when I am away.” Catherine smiled at Khaldun maybe her prince was still in there somewhere.
“I love it” she said. “What’s the dog’s name?”
“He dose not have one yet why don’t you name him.”
“I think I shall call him Ted. After all he looks a bit like a cuddly teddy bear”
“I’m glad you said that last bit.” Catherine look at Khaldun not sure what he meant by his last comment. “you see my dear, because of you insolents and disobeying me where leaving the house is concerned you will not be sleeping with me for at least a week and as we only have one bed and I am not giving it up you will be sleeping here with your new friend teddy the dog”. Khaldun started to walk away leaving Catherine stunned at where she would have to sleep for the next few nights. As Khaldun went to shut the door from somewhere Catherine found her voice.
“If I had not disobeyed you a young girl would have died.” Khaldun stopped, holding the door half open half shut. Had this woman not learnt anything he thought to himself not used to knowing a woman so strong minded.
As a child growing up in a very religious family he had been taught that women were lesser than men and should there for do as there masters told them. His father, like his father before him, and his father before him, was a preacher and so quotes and passages from the book of Quran were drummed into him as they hoped that not only would he take there names Khaldun Tanura but that he would also follow and become a preacher. Even from a young age he was taught to command respect from all women and at the age of seven, when his mother stopped him from going to play in the street, he had started to take the control. Upon his father returning that night he told him of how his mother had disrespected his wishes. This was the night he was taught how to punish a woman for her insolence and disrespect this was the first time he punished a member of his family however it would not be the last. That night the boy became a man and a woman was put in the hospital by her over zealous son who was trying to please his father. His father over the next few years helped to improve his technique on punishment to leave little if any marks visible once this was mastered he would help his father punish both his mother and his two sisters for years to come.
Now here stood before him a woman, whom he knew loved and respected him, stood before him speaking when she was not spoken to trying hard to put across the point that she was justified in her actions to disobey him. For all part of him agreed that she did the right thing she had disobeyed him and must be shown that she had done wrong. Khaldun opened the door fully.
“Come inside.” he said a look of sadness on his face. Catherine prayed quietly to herself as she followed his command and approached the door she hoped that she had got threw to him and that she would be forgiven she could see in his face that he loved her and she knew deep down he must know that she was right but as the door closed behind her and she turned to look at her husband all her hopes vanished as she saw him removing his belt from his trousers. “Take off your clothes.” he commanded her, a slight hint of sorrow in his voice, she looked at him frozen unable to move unable to follow his request. “I said strip woman.” He shouted grabbing at the front of her gown and ripping it slightly. Catherine as quickly as she could took off her robe and veil. “And those” he said pointing to her underwear Catherine did as she was told. “Now turn.” No sooner had Catherine turned her back to her husband the broad leather belt came crashing down across her pail soft skin ripping it with a sickening noise knocking her off her feet. As she lay on the floor screaming in pain the belt returned again to her back and again until the pain became too much and she lost consciousness.
It was 5 hours latter when she woke. As she opened her eyes there sat on the floor inches from her face staring was Khaldun.
“You’re awake good.” he said and threw a quilt at her. Catherine sat up and rapped it around her shoulders for all her back was sore she wondered why the quilt was not making it sting. “I tended to your cuts while you were asleep.” Khaldun smiled at her Catherine tried hard to smile back. “Can you stand?” he asked.
“I think so.” she replied timidly.
“Good” he said standing up and making his way to the back door. He opened it “off you go to bed then” Catherine look at him surly he didn’t want her to sleep out there after the beating he had just given her and even if he hadn’t beaten her surly she would be aloud to dress first.
“But my clothes?” she said weekly.
“The dog dose not wear clothes. You should think yourself honoured I have given you this blanket if you wish I can take that back to.” he said his eyes burning deep down into her soul but not in a good way.
“No sir. Thank you.” she said bowing her eyes as she walked bare foot and naked, except for the quilt she had wrapped around her, out into the yard. Khaldun watched as she went into the garden.
“In you go.” he said gesturing for her to go into the kennel which she did. As he closed and locked the door behind her and switched off the light Catherine began to cry. Ted was there in an instant licking her face and whimpering.
“Oh Ted” she said to the dog. “How have I let this happen?” Wrapping her arms around what now seemed to be her only friend in this cruel harsh country she buried her face into his black mattered fur and slowly began to fall asleep.
It had been just over a week and she was back in the house things seemed to be like before. He was going off to work but coming home every night. He was starting to treat her like a wife and not a slave and even brought her some flowers a couple of times. As the day rolled on Catherine thought the worst was behind her maybe her sleeping outside and loosing consciousness that first night had made him think that maybe he was pushing her to far. After a while Khaldun started to allow her out every Wednesday to go for a walk. Walking was one thing she had always loved to do and had missed. It was when she was on one of her walks when she bumped into her neighbours the woman started to talk.
“My wife says thank you.” the man translated,
“Please tell her you are both more than welcome.” Catherine tried hard to smile.
“Were you punished?” the man asked.
“A little” she replied “but then I had disobeyed him and had to be taught right from wrong”
“I think you know that” the man answered. “I read the book of Quran but I do not believe that women are as low as it says. I believe they are not as strong and should look after the house but I don’t believe that to hit a woman will make her do as you wish willingly.” Catherine’s smile behind the veil grew larger as she looked curiously at the man. “My name is Dawud” he said holding his hand out.
“I’m Catherine.” she replied.
“pleased.” he said as he shook her hand. “this is my wife Abeer and daughter who you saved Zaina” Catherine shook both there hands. “My ways must seem strange to you?” the man continued. “My father died when I was young so I was raised by my mother and her sister. I was taught that women are as important as men.” Catherine smiled at least one man in this country seemed nice she thought to herself. Suddenly the young girl said something. “She wishes to give you as thank you.” he translated as the girl held out a book. At first Catherine wasn’t sure then when she had a closer look her face lit up it was in English it was one of her favourites ‘Beauty and the Beast’. “We look every where for book you can read we hope you like.”
“Oh I do. Thank you.” she said hugging the young girl. She stayed for a while with the family she liked being with them for all the only one she understood and who could understand her was the father it was nice to be with what she would class as a nearly normal family. His thoughts and beliefs on women might not be as up to date as the once where she came from but at least they weren’t as caveman like as the rest in this country. Catherine looked at the watch on her wrist one luxury from her past her husband had allowed her to keep. She knew that he would not like the idea of her getting a gift from someone who was not him and if he found out it was something from her past as well he would go ballistic, but she wanted this little piece of home for her own sanity as well as the fact it was a gift from a young girl who had looked everywhere for it. Catherine looked once more at her watch if she left now she could get home and find somewhere to hide the book that her husband would not think of.
For a week the book had gone unfound by Khaldun. Every day when he went to work she would remove it from its hiding place and read it; it reminded her a bit of her story only in her life the beast did not turn into a prince, the prince turned into a beast. It was when Khaldun’s family was over for a meal that his sister happened to notice it. Catherine’s face dropped when she brought it in.
“What this?” Khaldun’s father snapped.
“It is her one thing from her home father.” Khaldun replied.
“Fool how will she learn if you let her have things like this.” he said ripping it in half.
“No.” Catherine cried out. This was her biggest mistake and after she had done it all eyes fell upon her.
“What you going to do?” Khaldun’s father asked staring at his son who in turn got up and went into the bedroom. Within minutes he had returned with not one but two large belts.
“Please sirs have mercy?” Catherine begged as he handed one to his father who in turn got up and moved slowly towards Catherine who was on her knees begging for mercy.
“I show you mercy.” Khaldun’s father snapped as he raised the belt bringing it down hard across Catherine’s thigh. Khaldun also raised his belt which connected with her arm. Screaming Catherine tried to roll out of the way or at least to get some kind of cover. Whack one of the belts connected with the side of her face ripping the flesh and sending her flying backwards her head banging against the marble floor.
“Father.” Khaldun said in shock “you taught me to be careful.”
“That is for our women my son these white women need more discipline they need to know who is the master. We shall not stop for at least an hour.” An hour Catherine tried to pull herself around to get up and run but the blows were coming to fast and to hard with in minutes she was unconscious although this did not stop the vicious attack by the two men who continued to beat at the lifeless bloody body that lay on the ground. When Catherine awoke she found that she was tied to a post. This was not her house and she did not recognise it. It was then she heard voices not that of men but of women when she tried to focus she could make out two silhouettes of women who came across.
“We here to help you go” one woman said. “he will not hurt you again”. They untied her arms and she immediately dropped to the floor. Every part of her body ached and was sore even the inside. The two women grabbed her one under each arm and led her out of the door. The door they went threw was an exit to some small hut out in the middle of nowhere the bright light beating down from the sun was blinding her as they left the building they took her a few meters into the desert out of sight of the hut. “You must go that way” one of the women pointed.
“There are your people there they will help you. We must go tell no one we helped or we will be killed,” the other one said as they ran off back the way they had dragged her. It was then that she realised who they were. one was Khaldun’s oldest sister and the other her neighbour whose daughter she had helped. Trying to stand she pointed her body in the direction the women had told her. she had only gone three steps when she again collapsed. Concussed and confused she crawled each drag taking every bit of strength she had in her. She had crawled for seven hours in that one direction night had set in and she was shaking but she would not quit. She heard voices in the distance and somehow managed to find her voice.
“Help” she shouted. she didn’t care if they were murderers or friends being dead would be better than living like this. “Help” she shouted again. This time she was heard and four silhouettes headed towards her. She could see by the way they walked they were men so at first she was apprehensive as if to continue. With every ounce of strength she had left in her body she stood up. “I’m American” she said befor collapsing again.
“Quick fetch a streatcher” came a familier accent. it was that of what she could now see was an American soldier with a sigh of relief Catherine closed her eyes.
It was 37hours before Catherine again opened her eyes she. could hear the nurses in the distance talking about the foreign object they had removed from inside her and realised this is why she had felt so sore. It was then that she saw him out the corner of her eye. Her little brother stood in the door way.
“I’m looking for my sister” he said to one of the nurses. As he approached the bed Catherine began to tremble afraid of what he might say and do. “Catty” he said softly to the brused and battered woman in frount of him who had backed herself right up against the wall. “Catty” he said again softly. “It’s ok Kitty Cat I’m here to look after you no one will hurt you again.” he said holding out his hand. Slowly Catherine took hold of her little brother’s hand and just sat for a while before burying her head into his chest and emotionally falling apart. All that fear all that sorrow and all that anger became too much and she had to be sedated. Sat beside her bed he could not believe what had happened gone was the fit robust girl who had entered the army when he was just 15 and had given him the strength to find the right path. There instead laid a rag doll all skin and bones no piece of skin unmarked.
“I’m sorry.” she said. As there eyes met she felt a spark hit her she knew this was the man she wanted to be with. He smiled and asked her if she could tell him a good place to eat as she was giving him directions he stoped her and asked her to join him. It was the start of the rest of her life. It was a pletonik relationship to start with but as the months grew so did her love for him so much so that she sold her costal home and all her belongings to move over to Saudi Arabia just to be near him. Six months had passed from her first meeting him to moving over there.
The day she landed he was there to meet her off the plane and take her straight to his house. They had talked about marriage before he had returned home four months back she had no idea however that it had all been arranged for the following day. When she awoke Khaldun’s 2 sisters and his mother where there to talk her threw the service and to help her to get ready. For all she didn’t understand everything that was being said she didn’t care she was marring her prince but the honeymoon period would soon be over. The service was held in a beautiful mosque in the city of Medina not far from Khaldun’s home village. Not long after they got back to there detached house Catherine could sense everything had changed. She knew that purdah was part of his religion and culture and because of her love for him she was willing to respect his wishes and cover up fully from head to toe when going out although as the months rolled on the amount of times she was allowed out of the house were fewer and fewer. Her fairytale end was starting to change into a nightmare. If he wanted something done it had to be done there and then and to the standard he wanted. At first if there was something wrong he would explain carefully but as time went on the explaining changed to shouting which was quickly followed by physical punishment to varying degrees. At first it was just a quick slap across the face but this altered to being beaten by a belt. As days turned into months Khaldun started to spend more time away in the city sometimes even stopping over night. Catherine dared not to leave the home on these days in case someone told him she had been out and she would be punished instead she would spend all day and most of the night making sure everything was spotless and in the exact same spot as when he left not even a fraction of a millimetre out would be good enough. It was on one day when Khaldun was in Medina that there was a knock on there door. Catherine hesitated not sure whether to open the door or just to ignore it. If she ignored it she may get punished for being insolent and ignoring his friends but at the same time if she did answer it she may be accused of wanting to be with whom ever it was. As she contemplated what to do she heard a voice out side the door.
“Min fadilak (please).” Catherine stood a look of relief on her face at the sound of a female voice. She opened the door “ibna (daughter) saadni (help me)”. The woman stood in front of her said as she grabbed Catherine’s arm and dragged her into the house next door. When Catherine got into the house the young girl was laid on the floor having some kind of fit. Catherine rushed across to try and hold her till some medical help came. She looked at the mother.
“doctor.” she shouted unsure as to if the mother would understand the mother seemed to understand and ran off down the street towards the doctors. Catherine sat there trying to hold the girl still so she would not hurt herself she was totally unaware that she was not properly covered. It wasn’t until the girl’s father walked in with a shocked look on his face.
“What go on?” he said in broken English.
“Your daughter is ill your wife came to me for help I sent her for a doctor.” It was at this point Catherine realised why the man looked so shocked. At the sound of his wife shouting he looked down the street and saw his wife followed by the doctor.
“Come.” he said rushing into the house and grabbing Catherine’s arm. “You may not seen like this.” he said dragging her into the bedroom. He rushed over to a set of draws at the far side. “Quick” he said throwing one of his wife’s gowns and veils at her “cover”. Catherine thanked him as he left the room. Once Catherine was fully covered she left the bedroom and made her way back into the sitting room where the doctor was looking at the young girl. Within minutes a cab arrived to take the girl and her mother to hospital followed by the doctor in his car. “Thank you” the father said. “Doctor said had waited longer she would be with Allah.”
“Your welcome” Catherine smiled from behind the veil. She bowed slightly as she left the house just to come face to face with her husband.
“What are you doing out of the house?” he snapped. The father stepped out from behind Catherine and began to talk very fast to Khaldun. Catherine could not understand what was being said but she could tell her husband was not happy and that the other man was trying to explain and to get her out of trouble. After what seemed like hours to Catherine the father returned to his home shutting the door behind him. Khaldun looked at Catherine. “get in here now” he snapped holding the door open. Once both were in he slammed it shut so hard that Catherine was sure she could feel the walls and floor shake. “Why did you leave?” Catherine went to answer just to be cut off by yet more questions. “Were you not told to stay in this house and work?” Catherine started to shake as his voice grew louder. “are other people’s families more important than your own?” He stared to walk towards her. “Well?” he snapped. “Am I less important to you than the people next door?” He stood right in front of her he was at least a foot taller than Catherine who started to shrink down to the floor in fear.
“no.” she whispered in a timid voice.
“I can not here you woman are they more important than me?”
“No” she said louder. “You are the most important thing in my life” she said starting to stand up. “It was just…”
“Insolent woman” he snapped bringing his open hand across her face. “Did I tell you to speak?” With tears in her eyes and her hand clasped over her cheek Catherine stood shaking her head.
“No sir” she replied trying hard to hold the tears from showing. Khaldun walked out of the room Catherine still apprehensive as to what was going to happen next stood perfectly still waiting to receive her orders. Khaldun walked back in with a smile on his face which worried Catherine. it was rear he smiled now days so she was unsure as to what exactly was going on.
“I have a surprise for you.” Khaldun said still smiling. “come” he said holding out his hand Catherine took his hand as he led her out to the back of the house there stood in the yard was a large kennel and chained to it a large Alsatian cross bread. “Do you like it my dear? I thought you might like a friend for when I am away.” Catherine smiled at Khaldun maybe her prince was still in there somewhere.
“I love it” she said. “What’s the dog’s name?”
“He dose not have one yet why don’t you name him.”
“I think I shall call him Ted. After all he looks a bit like a cuddly teddy bear”
“I’m glad you said that last bit.” Catherine look at Khaldun not sure what he meant by his last comment. “you see my dear, because of you insolents and disobeying me where leaving the house is concerned you will not be sleeping with me for at least a week and as we only have one bed and I am not giving it up you will be sleeping here with your new friend teddy the dog”. Khaldun started to walk away leaving Catherine stunned at where she would have to sleep for the next few nights. As Khaldun went to shut the door from somewhere Catherine found her voice.
“If I had not disobeyed you a young girl would have died.” Khaldun stopped, holding the door half open half shut. Had this woman not learnt anything he thought to himself not used to knowing a woman so strong minded.
As a child growing up in a very religious family he had been taught that women were lesser than men and should there for do as there masters told them. His father, like his father before him, and his father before him, was a preacher and so quotes and passages from the book of Quran were drummed into him as they hoped that not only would he take there names Khaldun Tanura but that he would also follow and become a preacher. Even from a young age he was taught to command respect from all women and at the age of seven, when his mother stopped him from going to play in the street, he had started to take the control. Upon his father returning that night he told him of how his mother had disrespected his wishes. This was the night he was taught how to punish a woman for her insolence and disrespect this was the first time he punished a member of his family however it would not be the last. That night the boy became a man and a woman was put in the hospital by her over zealous son who was trying to please his father. His father over the next few years helped to improve his technique on punishment to leave little if any marks visible once this was mastered he would help his father punish both his mother and his two sisters for years to come.
Now here stood before him a woman, whom he knew loved and respected him, stood before him speaking when she was not spoken to trying hard to put across the point that she was justified in her actions to disobey him. For all part of him agreed that she did the right thing she had disobeyed him and must be shown that she had done wrong. Khaldun opened the door fully.
“Come inside.” he said a look of sadness on his face. Catherine prayed quietly to herself as she followed his command and approached the door she hoped that she had got threw to him and that she would be forgiven she could see in his face that he loved her and she knew deep down he must know that she was right but as the door closed behind her and she turned to look at her husband all her hopes vanished as she saw him removing his belt from his trousers. “Take off your clothes.” he commanded her, a slight hint of sorrow in his voice, she looked at him frozen unable to move unable to follow his request. “I said strip woman.” He shouted grabbing at the front of her gown and ripping it slightly. Catherine as quickly as she could took off her robe and veil. “And those” he said pointing to her underwear Catherine did as she was told. “Now turn.” No sooner had Catherine turned her back to her husband the broad leather belt came crashing down across her pail soft skin ripping it with a sickening noise knocking her off her feet. As she lay on the floor screaming in pain the belt returned again to her back and again until the pain became too much and she lost consciousness.
It was 5 hours latter when she woke. As she opened her eyes there sat on the floor inches from her face staring was Khaldun.
“You’re awake good.” he said and threw a quilt at her. Catherine sat up and rapped it around her shoulders for all her back was sore she wondered why the quilt was not making it sting. “I tended to your cuts while you were asleep.” Khaldun smiled at her Catherine tried hard to smile back. “Can you stand?” he asked.
“I think so.” she replied timidly.
“Good” he said standing up and making his way to the back door. He opened it “off you go to bed then” Catherine look at him surly he didn’t want her to sleep out there after the beating he had just given her and even if he hadn’t beaten her surly she would be aloud to dress first.
“But my clothes?” she said weekly.
“The dog dose not wear clothes. You should think yourself honoured I have given you this blanket if you wish I can take that back to.” he said his eyes burning deep down into her soul but not in a good way.
“No sir. Thank you.” she said bowing her eyes as she walked bare foot and naked, except for the quilt she had wrapped around her, out into the yard. Khaldun watched as she went into the garden.
“In you go.” he said gesturing for her to go into the kennel which she did. As he closed and locked the door behind her and switched off the light Catherine began to cry. Ted was there in an instant licking her face and whimpering.
“Oh Ted” she said to the dog. “How have I let this happen?” Wrapping her arms around what now seemed to be her only friend in this cruel harsh country she buried her face into his black mattered fur and slowly began to fall asleep.
It had been just over a week and she was back in the house things seemed to be like before. He was going off to work but coming home every night. He was starting to treat her like a wife and not a slave and even brought her some flowers a couple of times. As the day rolled on Catherine thought the worst was behind her maybe her sleeping outside and loosing consciousness that first night had made him think that maybe he was pushing her to far. After a while Khaldun started to allow her out every Wednesday to go for a walk. Walking was one thing she had always loved to do and had missed. It was when she was on one of her walks when she bumped into her neighbours the woman started to talk.
“My wife says thank you.” the man translated,
“Please tell her you are both more than welcome.” Catherine tried hard to smile.
“Were you punished?” the man asked.
“A little” she replied “but then I had disobeyed him and had to be taught right from wrong”
“I think you know that” the man answered. “I read the book of Quran but I do not believe that women are as low as it says. I believe they are not as strong and should look after the house but I don’t believe that to hit a woman will make her do as you wish willingly.” Catherine’s smile behind the veil grew larger as she looked curiously at the man. “My name is Dawud” he said holding his hand out.
“I’m Catherine.” she replied.
“pleased.” he said as he shook her hand. “this is my wife Abeer and daughter who you saved Zaina” Catherine shook both there hands. “My ways must seem strange to you?” the man continued. “My father died when I was young so I was raised by my mother and her sister. I was taught that women are as important as men.” Catherine smiled at least one man in this country seemed nice she thought to herself. Suddenly the young girl said something. “She wishes to give you as thank you.” he translated as the girl held out a book. At first Catherine wasn’t sure then when she had a closer look her face lit up it was in English it was one of her favourites ‘Beauty and the Beast’. “We look every where for book you can read we hope you like.”
“Oh I do. Thank you.” she said hugging the young girl. She stayed for a while with the family she liked being with them for all the only one she understood and who could understand her was the father it was nice to be with what she would class as a nearly normal family. His thoughts and beliefs on women might not be as up to date as the once where she came from but at least they weren’t as caveman like as the rest in this country. Catherine looked at the watch on her wrist one luxury from her past her husband had allowed her to keep. She knew that he would not like the idea of her getting a gift from someone who was not him and if he found out it was something from her past as well he would go ballistic, but she wanted this little piece of home for her own sanity as well as the fact it was a gift from a young girl who had looked everywhere for it. Catherine looked once more at her watch if she left now she could get home and find somewhere to hide the book that her husband would not think of.
For a week the book had gone unfound by Khaldun. Every day when he went to work she would remove it from its hiding place and read it; it reminded her a bit of her story only in her life the beast did not turn into a prince, the prince turned into a beast. It was when Khaldun’s family was over for a meal that his sister happened to notice it. Catherine’s face dropped when she brought it in.
“What this?” Khaldun’s father snapped.
“It is her one thing from her home father.” Khaldun replied.
“Fool how will she learn if you let her have things like this.” he said ripping it in half.
“No.” Catherine cried out. This was her biggest mistake and after she had done it all eyes fell upon her.
“What you going to do?” Khaldun’s father asked staring at his son who in turn got up and went into the bedroom. Within minutes he had returned with not one but two large belts.
“Please sirs have mercy?” Catherine begged as he handed one to his father who in turn got up and moved slowly towards Catherine who was on her knees begging for mercy.
“I show you mercy.” Khaldun’s father snapped as he raised the belt bringing it down hard across Catherine’s thigh. Khaldun also raised his belt which connected with her arm. Screaming Catherine tried to roll out of the way or at least to get some kind of cover. Whack one of the belts connected with the side of her face ripping the flesh and sending her flying backwards her head banging against the marble floor.
“Father.” Khaldun said in shock “you taught me to be careful.”
“That is for our women my son these white women need more discipline they need to know who is the master. We shall not stop for at least an hour.” An hour Catherine tried to pull herself around to get up and run but the blows were coming to fast and to hard with in minutes she was unconscious although this did not stop the vicious attack by the two men who continued to beat at the lifeless bloody body that lay on the ground. When Catherine awoke she found that she was tied to a post. This was not her house and she did not recognise it. It was then she heard voices not that of men but of women when she tried to focus she could make out two silhouettes of women who came across.
“We here to help you go” one woman said. “he will not hurt you again”. They untied her arms and she immediately dropped to the floor. Every part of her body ached and was sore even the inside. The two women grabbed her one under each arm and led her out of the door. The door they went threw was an exit to some small hut out in the middle of nowhere the bright light beating down from the sun was blinding her as they left the building they took her a few meters into the desert out of sight of the hut. “You must go that way” one of the women pointed.
“There are your people there they will help you. We must go tell no one we helped or we will be killed,” the other one said as they ran off back the way they had dragged her. It was then that she realised who they were. one was Khaldun’s oldest sister and the other her neighbour whose daughter she had helped. Trying to stand she pointed her body in the direction the women had told her. she had only gone three steps when she again collapsed. Concussed and confused she crawled each drag taking every bit of strength she had in her. She had crawled for seven hours in that one direction night had set in and she was shaking but she would not quit. She heard voices in the distance and somehow managed to find her voice.
“Help” she shouted. she didn’t care if they were murderers or friends being dead would be better than living like this. “Help” she shouted again. This time she was heard and four silhouettes headed towards her. She could see by the way they walked they were men so at first she was apprehensive as if to continue. With every ounce of strength she had left in her body she stood up. “I’m American” she said befor collapsing again.
“Quick fetch a streatcher” came a familier accent. it was that of what she could now see was an American soldier with a sigh of relief Catherine closed her eyes.
It was 37hours before Catherine again opened her eyes she. could hear the nurses in the distance talking about the foreign object they had removed from inside her and realised this is why she had felt so sore. It was then that she saw him out the corner of her eye. Her little brother stood in the door way.
“I’m looking for my sister” he said to one of the nurses. As he approached the bed Catherine began to tremble afraid of what he might say and do. “Catty” he said softly to the brused and battered woman in frount of him who had backed herself right up against the wall. “Catty” he said again softly. “It’s ok Kitty Cat I’m here to look after you no one will hurt you again.” he said holding out his hand. Slowly Catherine took hold of her little brother’s hand and just sat for a while before burying her head into his chest and emotionally falling apart. All that fear all that sorrow and all that anger became too much and she had to be sedated. Sat beside her bed he could not believe what had happened gone was the fit robust girl who had entered the army when he was just 15 and had given him the strength to find the right path. There instead laid a rag doll all skin and bones no piece of skin unmarked.
Sunday, 24 January 2010
BULLIES
You think that it’s funny when you call me names,
You won’t let me join in with any of your games.
You laugh and you point at the things that wear,
If you’re not trying to stick it then you’re pulling my hair.
You punch and hit me when no ones around,
And then you just push me down onto the ground.
You don’t seem to care if I’m alright,
Or the fact that the fear keeps me up all night.
How much I hate you, how much I hate me,
The fact that the end I just can not see.
I wish it was over; I would end my life,
Because the words that you say hurt more than a knife.
See if you were to hit me the wound would soon heal,
Words hurt the most, words to I can feel.
Words hurt the most as they stay in your head,
These are the things that make me wish I was dead.
But I’m stronger than that this one you wont win,
I won’t take my life and throw it into the bin.
So I’ll sit there and listen when you call me names,
And I’ll stand and I’ll watch as you play your games.
I’ll just shrug my shoulders when you point at what I wear,
Or go tell the teacher what you’ve done to my hair.
If you hit me or kick me when they’re not around,
Or even if you push me onto the ground.
I’ll stand there defiant because inside I am stronger,
I won’t let you win, no not any longer.
One day you will feel the pain I feel to,
I wonder that day just what you will do?
You won’t let me join in with any of your games.
You laugh and you point at the things that wear,
If you’re not trying to stick it then you’re pulling my hair.
You punch and hit me when no ones around,
And then you just push me down onto the ground.
You don’t seem to care if I’m alright,
Or the fact that the fear keeps me up all night.
How much I hate you, how much I hate me,
The fact that the end I just can not see.
I wish it was over; I would end my life,
Because the words that you say hurt more than a knife.
See if you were to hit me the wound would soon heal,
Words hurt the most, words to I can feel.
Words hurt the most as they stay in your head,
These are the things that make me wish I was dead.
But I’m stronger than that this one you wont win,
I won’t take my life and throw it into the bin.
So I’ll sit there and listen when you call me names,
And I’ll stand and I’ll watch as you play your games.
I’ll just shrug my shoulders when you point at what I wear,
Or go tell the teacher what you’ve done to my hair.
If you hit me or kick me when they’re not around,
Or even if you push me onto the ground.
I’ll stand there defiant because inside I am stronger,
I won’t let you win, no not any longer.
One day you will feel the pain I feel to,
I wonder that day just what you will do?
Alfred Bear
Alfred bear sat on the cold white windowsill looking like a polar bear on his iceberg staring out at a world that he can never truly be a part of. Threadbare he watches as his children leave the home where he resides making his half stuffed body feel emptier than ever before. He remembered when he went with his children to a place they called school. How he loved to sit on their knee clapping his paws in time with the songs they sang, being tied to the back of a tricycle as his youngest would ride at top speed, often crashing. This is where most of his scars came from.
As the children and their mother vanish out of sight the flame red corvette, who's brightness always puts the tennis ball like sun to shame, pulls up next door. As the grass starts to dance and the weather change, the wind begins to blow, forcing the tall majestic trees in the forest opposite to bow towards the silvery grey teddy encased behind his glass prison, framed with white plastic and brick. No force would be needed if they recognized their friend who as a young bear with his first owner ran in between the trees that at the time were just young saplings.
Slowly the giant fiery tennis ball makes its way across the sky hidden in part by candy floss clouds of grey which, as the day moves on and they see the bear trapped in his glass prison, turn black and start to cry like mourners at a funeral. drops of rain reminiscent of tear drops fall down the pain of glass that Alfred looks out of. This is his sorrow. These are his tears. The tears he can not cry for the loss of his children.
Trying to move to look for his children he slips and falls. Unable to move, he's not afraid, instead his head fills of a time when with his last owner he laid in the back year staring at the stars in the night sky. The ceiling he is now faced with has stars but the do not twinkle and no one is holding him. Sorrow once more flows over the old bear.
Suddenly a bang from down below, he hopes he dare not build up, it may not be his children. A rumbling noise like thunder grows as suddenly the door bursts open flooding the darkened room with light. Joy and love fill Alfred's heart once more as a small, tiny, voice shouts "Teddy" and a tiny hand picks him up off the floor and holds him tight. Filling him with love, he is not forgotten, his children have returned home to him once more.
As the children and their mother vanish out of sight the flame red corvette, who's brightness always puts the tennis ball like sun to shame, pulls up next door. As the grass starts to dance and the weather change, the wind begins to blow, forcing the tall majestic trees in the forest opposite to bow towards the silvery grey teddy encased behind his glass prison, framed with white plastic and brick. No force would be needed if they recognized their friend who as a young bear with his first owner ran in between the trees that at the time were just young saplings.
Slowly the giant fiery tennis ball makes its way across the sky hidden in part by candy floss clouds of grey which, as the day moves on and they see the bear trapped in his glass prison, turn black and start to cry like mourners at a funeral. drops of rain reminiscent of tear drops fall down the pain of glass that Alfred looks out of. This is his sorrow. These are his tears. The tears he can not cry for the loss of his children.
Trying to move to look for his children he slips and falls. Unable to move, he's not afraid, instead his head fills of a time when with his last owner he laid in the back year staring at the stars in the night sky. The ceiling he is now faced with has stars but the do not twinkle and no one is holding him. Sorrow once more flows over the old bear.
Suddenly a bang from down below, he hopes he dare not build up, it may not be his children. A rumbling noise like thunder grows as suddenly the door bursts open flooding the darkened room with light. Joy and love fill Alfred's heart once more as a small, tiny, voice shouts "Teddy" and a tiny hand picks him up off the floor and holds him tight. Filling him with love, he is not forgotten, his children have returned home to him once more.
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