Fkash 55

Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story:

My aunt's cat was overweight,

so she took him to the vet

The doc prescribed pills, and my aunt left .

But after a few weeks there was no change: . Soon months had gone by, and If anything, it was getting worse.

Then came the bills from the vet

Cat had become

a doc-billed fatty-puss.




Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the thirty fifth chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood.

The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE

Sir Laughsalot wanted to move up from twelfth chair.
So he looked st the point chart.
Win joust -100
Find treasure- -200
Do quest -300
Fight a bear -400
Save village -500
Find Holy Grail -600
Defeat infidels -700
Slay Dragon -900
100 points moves you one chair
So he is off to slay a dragon.

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: love is a many splendored thing, trucks, inspector, symbols, rising, organic, liberation, costly, smug, naughty
And for the mini: the nature of the beast, identical, charcoal, braggart, vacation

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

The very smug Haz-mat now became every inch the braggart as he said to Agent 012 “ When I push this button I help to begin the liberation of America from its false gods. The smoke of three blocks or more will be like incense rising in the temple of truth. And your greed and need for all those rotting organic things will have made it possible. ”
Agent 012 responded “ But you will kill all those innocent people and that’s pretty costly incense.”
“ In war there are no innocent people that’s the nature of the beast “ Haz-mat continued. “Everyone is identical in their guilt. Naughty or nice by your reckoning means nothing. Truth stands above all.”
Agent 012 now confronted him with “ Put down the button or I will have to shoot you.”
Haz-mat laughed and said “ If I drop this button the bomb goes off right at that moment and I become one of many martyrs that are symbols of the coming world”.
“Wrong on every count “ Agent 012 said as he shot him in the knee causing him to fall on the floor and drop the button. There was no explosion There was no burst of fire causing them to become forever charcoal etchings on the wall. There was only silence and then the screaming of Haz-mat.
Agent 012 ran to the pipe twisted off the top and pulled the timer with two minutes left to go. “ You see I knew what devices you bought to set off the explosives and they weren’t electronic.”
Then Agent 012 called for the bomb truck and the inspector to remove this thing. He didn’t want to take any chances. The Agency people came and took Haz-mat away.
Now Agent 012 looked forward to some well earned vacation time . He began to sing “Love is a many splendored thing”.
This was really going to be his day.

The ten word challenge-Poor Little Rich Boy

Fredrick P. Raha III was depressed . You would think that one of the richest men in the world be happy. He could have anything he wanted , no matter how costly. He had an entire fleet of trucks filled with organic food. Not many people can say that. He had his own jet planes that could fly him to naughty Paris on a moment’s notice. He had an army of inspectors that checked everything and kept all his business partners honest. He had all the symbols that belonged to wealthy men. He was hailed in new magazines as a rising star in the health food business. Most men in his condition would rejoice being both smug in their position and knowing that everybody else envied them.
But Fredrick was not most men. For the fourth time that day he listened to the song “ Love is a many splendored thing” and started to cry. The one thing Fredrick wanted was somebody to love him.
Of course, he could have a woman but she was in love with him but his money. The woman he met were not the path to liberation from his depression. In fact each greedy beggar had added to it.
He wanted somebody who cared for him and only him not his millions. But for Fredrick it was just not to be.

The mini challenge- Rich Little Poor Boy

Poor George, the old car wouldn’t start again. “It was the nature of the beast” he thought “ It always quits when I’m in a hurry”. Sally waved good-by as George walked to the bus stop and took the bus into work. There he made those charcoal briquettes for barbecues . It was not an exciting job turning out identical little puffs of gray one after another but it paid the bills. His boss who was something of a braggart said they made the best charcoal briquettes in the world but he didn’t see any difference between them and the others. But he always agreed because he needed the job. Today was his last day of work before his two week vacation. Two weeks he would get to spend with Sally, two weeks of heaven.
On his way home on the bus he thought that this might be the time to tell her the secret. He was afraid that if she knew she might no longer love him. But he so wanted to give her things.
This had to be the time to tell her he wasn’t really George but Fredrick. This was the time to move her to the mansion.
He hoped she would still love him. He really did.
But he was too afraid so instead he made a call on his cell phone . When he got home Sally was all excited . It seems they had won second place in the Raha Organic Foods Company’s sweepstake . It consisted of an all expense paid two weeks at a beautiful Hawaiian Resort with cash to spend. What a marvelous way to spend their vacation.
When he got back the car would look the same but the engine will have been replaced. The charcoal company will have been taken over by a conglomerate and his pay will be increased. There are some advantages to being secretly rich.

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Dirty Bird

Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story:

The Tern is a dirty bird.

It messed up the town.
They wanted it gone.

But they were very hard to get rid of.

For loud noise and gunshots didn't work.
You had to hit them with a rock.
Thus it was that over the city hall the town motto read



Leave no Tern unstoned

Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the thirty third chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood.

The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE



In the great fight between Knight Day and Knight Nite , Nite defeated Day, which darkened Day's day.
Nite took Day's seat at the square table.
So we now had :
Seat one- The Shining Knight
Seat two -the One legged Knight
Seat three- Knight Nite
Seat Four-Knight Day
Seat Twelve- Knight Laughsalot
Sir Laughsalot stopped laughing.

Quilly 37

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story

The 3WT #37 words will be: aretaloger; kexy; & gardeviance
Aretaloger-braggart; one who boasts about his own accomplishments
Kexy-dry, brittle, withered
Gardeviance -chest for valuables; a travelling trunk

In his old gardeviance which people insisted on calling a traveling trunk were all of Towner’s worldly goods. They were proof in some sense that he was no mere aretaloger but everything he said had really been his life. He was not boasting. There were the love letters now very kexy that he swore were the center of the greatest romance in the history of mankind. There were the descriptions of his life written when he had his own personal amanuensis. Those also now somewhat kexy. There was the horn from the Unicorn which nobody would believe was real. There was a sample of the rubefacient Herb that had turned him a bright red.
But when he tried to share these stories they called him an aretaloger. It’s no wonder he had sat alone and depressed.
But that was before his grandchildren came and asked him to tell them the Unicorn story again. They loved him and his stories, grand kids are like that.

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And of course with Quilly's words comes the required quivel.
There is poetry which a few people do well.
Then there is poetic drivel which is more fun and has its own experts.
But below them all is Quivel
Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it.
In other words if it contains Quilly's words and looks like a really bad poem it is really good Quivel. Here then is today's quivel.

A Bit of Bragging

An aretaloger he had always been
It would go on till who knows when
He stood upon the kexy leaves
His gardeviance near his knees
Isangelous he saw himself to be
Proudly proclaimed it for all to see
But murklins his listeners were
Their anger he did stir.

Life Changing

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Life Changing

This is Gabino Cipriano shown here with his wife and one of his three children.
They live in one of the most beautiful areas of the world.









He and his family work hard and every Sunday attend this Church.
Gabino, like his father before him is a coffee grower. He grows some of the finest coffee in the world but until recently he was dirt poor. The big coffee companies controlled the market and didn't pay him very much for his coffee But they were his only market.
But that was before the bus came. On the side it said Lutheran World Relief and Fair Exchange
.It seems they were setting up cooperatives all through Latin America so that small farmers like
Gabino could sell their coffee through them and get a fair price. They had their own warehouses and transfer facilities.
Further a group called Equal Exchange would process and sell the coffee through churches in the United States. It even had it's own website.
Further, part of the money from the sale would be used by Lutheran World Relief for projects in Gabino's community.
Gabino joined that day and has never been sorry. He looks forward to a happier future.

Raven's Challenge 89

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: officer, candid, drowning, turtles, sugar-coated, prospecting, shame on you, reclinder, luggage, brains
And for the mini: paragon of virtue, cats-in-the-cradle, swamp, sprinkles, garbage

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

Agent 012 entered the Spider Webs Tower and asked to see the manager in the background the song Cats-in the Cradle sung by Harry Chapin was playing.. He called the local police and told the Officer in charge that he needed some help in clearing the building. When the Manager came he was perfectly candid and sugar-coated nothing. He told him that an international terrorist named Haz-mat was planning to blow up the building and might even be in the building at this time.
He then gave each police officer a picture of Haz-mat and had them seal every door but the front one. They were then to go through the building and see to it that everybody left through the front door. As they looked for Haz –mat they were to watch for brief cases , backpacks, or luggage that didn't seem to belong to anybody but that might contain a bomb. He then began to show Haz-mat’s picture to the employees.
The janitor said that looked like the man from the electric company but that man had all the right papers and seemed like a paragon of virtue. He said that some man with no brains had been prospecting in a local swamp and hit an electric cable and he needed to check out our electrical system to see if it had any effect on it. He also instructed me to keep everybody else out while he checked for their safety. He told me that if anybody got hurt he would be drowning in paper work. I think he is still down there.
Agent 012 hurried to the basement where he found Haz-Mat hunched over a pipe. “ Shame on you” Agent 012 said “ Trying to blow up all those innocent people. But I have cleared the building and all that you can kill are you and I.”
“Wrong! Stupid one! “ Haz-mat said.”This building like most of the others on this area was built on an old garbage dump that contained sprinkles of almost everything from rotting turtles to decaying reclinders. As they have rotted a pool of Methane gas has arisen under the entire area. This pipe loaded with explosives goes down into the gas. When I push this button “ he said, showing Agent 012 what looked like a garage door opener button.” It will blow up everybody for an entire block.”
It really didn’t look like this was going to be Agent 012’s day.

The ten word challenge-Listen to Mama

Wilhelmina Candid was the owner and the brains behind the Greater Turtles Pet Company. In her little shop along with the usual cats, dogs, parrots and fish she had every kind of turtle you could think of. She had land turtles and water turtles and even one very rare Drowning Turtle from the West Indies . She was always on the Web prospecting for new and different turtles. This month she had directed her publicity officer to set up a contest so that visitors to the store or to her Turtles website would have a chance to win a beautiful new reclinder or a set of perfectly matched luggage.
The store was filling up and Welhelmina had never been so happy. This caused her mother to tell her that she needed to remember that there was often a calm before the storm.
She became quite agitated and said “ Shame on you Mamma for trying to ruin my day”.
The next day one of the turtles had strange spots and looked strange. She called the vet and the vet came immediately.
The vet said “ I suppose I should have sugar coated this but it looks like we have to close you down until the turtle is tested and we can be sure the rest of the shop is not infected . It seems to have a rare bacteria that can kill every pet in the shop and has been known to spread to people.”
The storm had come.

The mini challenge- Listen to Mama

William (Bully) Sprinkles , never a paragon of virtue, sat behind his desk in his Cats-In-The-Cradle Pet Company absolutely filled with joy at the customers that were coming in. Since the closing of his primary competition on the other side of town his business had more than doubled. It was worth the entire day he spent in that swamp wading through garbage looking for a sick turtle. He even lost his best pair of gloves, stuck on some kind of thorn bush. And when he found the miserable thing it didn’t want to go into the carrying crate. The rotten little thing even nipped his finger. Breaking into the shop at night and replacing her turtle with his had been the easy part. A fifth grader could pick that lock and no alarm system. What a trusting fool. Yep! Everything was going well for old Bully.
The next day the vet met with Wilhelmina and told her the good news. “As long as the turtle was in his own enclosure the other animals could not be infected. They had to touch it or be bitten by it to get sick. Now did any of your staff get bitten or touch the turtle with their bare hands? Humans get sick from this bacteria , really sick for a long time.”
She responded “ No they all wear a special leather glove with a plastic lining.
“ Then all I have to do is a quick check of the other animals and you can reopen”, the Vet said.
“ See Willy! The sun always shines brighter after the storm” her mother said.
Yes Mama! She replied smiling.
On the other side of town Bully didn’t make it in to work. In fact he didn’t make it out of the bathroom. He was sick . He was really sick.
Too bad his mother wasn’t there to tell him.” What you sow you also reap.”

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

One more note. I am on new medication which prevented my sleeping last night. I am so tired that I doubt I will do any blog visiting today.

Flash 55- A Princess

Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story:

Everything she touched melted

until he put her hand in his pocket.
She felt something hard and it did not melt!

He put it in her mouth and it melted right away.
What was in the pants?

Why M&Ms , of course!. They melt in your mouth, not in your hand. What were you thinking?

Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the thirty second chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood.

The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE

Sir Knight Nite joined the Mystical Square Table.
Unlike Sir Day who was only a day Knight Sir Knight Nite was both a day knight and a night knight.
To earn his chair Nite had to fight Day.
So Kinght Nite fought Knight Day during the day because Day Knight was not a night knight.

Quilly Week 36

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story
Week Thirty-Six: (11.12.09) confabulation; pudify; & rimestock.



confabulation-Familiar talk; easy, unrestrained, unceremonious conversation.
pudify-to cause to be ashamed
rimestock.--old almanac with runic writings

The Plan in Action

Mallory studied all the evidence he had accumulated thus far. As he looked over the invoice for the phalerae that was stolen he noticed something else. Immediately a plan began to form .He knew he couldn’t prove that Foxco and the DA were working together but the evidence pointed in that direction. After some thought he took the best of what he had and went to see Judge Monty Trueheart, one judge he was sure he could trust. He needed two warrants, one to tap the DA’s phone and one to search the residence and business of Alexander
Foxco.. The judge had no problem with the Foxco warrant but only reluctantly gave the warrant for the tap on the DA’s phone. “I hope”, he said “this doesn’t pudify us.”
Then Mallory sent deputies to exercise the warrant and search the house and office of Foxco. They went in two unmarked cars and were told to park outside the home and office and wait for Mallory to tell them to go in.
Then he went to have a confabulation with the DA. In their discussion of the case he pointed out that along with the stolen phalerae in the museum shipment was a very valuable rimestock. It had not shown up with the phalerae found at Josh’s place. Because they were concentrating on the killings it had been ignored. But now he believes Foxco has it and he was sending deputies with a warrant to look for it. She said she would hold up Josh’s trial until he had checked out that lead.
As soon as Mallory left the DA called Foxco and told him “ Mallory is coming with a warrant get rid of the rimestock. Now!
Of course, Mallory listened in on the conversation. He waited five minutes and sent in the deputies. They found Foxco with the book in his hands. They arrested him on the spot.
Mallory went back to the DA’s office and placed her under arrest.
Both Fosco and the DA claimed the other was the mastermind and the real killer.
The State’s Attorneys Office sent in a Prosecuting Attorney for the case.
Mallory gave Josh back his property and told him about the oil.
Josh didn’t want his land being messed up by oil companies and decided to ignore it.
And Mallory could now look out the office window without worrying about being shot.


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And of course with Quilly's words comes the required quivel.
There is poetry which a few people do well.
Then there is poetic drivel which is more fun and has its own experts.
But below them all is Quivel
Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it.
In other words if it contains Quilly's words and looks like a really bad poem it is really good Quivel. Here then is today's quivel.

The Last Druid

The rimestock unopened lay
It’s owners long gone away
Center of this confabulation
Held at the mystic station
It does not pudify me to say
We’ll see magic this very day
For I am a priest of the Druid clan
Knowing more than ordinary man

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Raven's Challenge 88

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: Cute, come with me to the Casba, bloodhound, respiration, Facebook, Canada Geese, modern, gravity, spider webs, sea shells
And for the mini: curiosity killed the cat, charming Victorian, railroad tracks, tower, salt and pepper

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

Agent 012 , now just slightly green , had reached his destination which was a restaurant designed to look like a mid-Eastern club. Over the door , supposedly to add to the atmosphere, was a sign that said “ Come with me to the Casba”.
He entered to discover the designers had failed and it was a hitonious almost risible imitation. As he sat waiting for the informant he wondered why informants never met in charming Victorian style restaurants with mellifluous music playing.
Becoming bored he played with the salt and pepper shakers which were shaped like little camels.
He looked up as a ugly old man entered, looked around, and then came to sit with Agent 012 at the table.
“ Do you have any sea shells for sale?” the old man asked.
“ Curiosity killed the cat” , Agent 012 replied.
The old man then sounding as if he had a respiration problem gave him directions to the Spider Webs Tower. And assured him that what he wanted would be there.
As he left Agent 012 wondered why informants were always ugly and never cute. He also realized that he knew the address he had been given. It was just across the railroad tracks from the Facebook Computer Center and three buildings over from his favorite tragematopolist’s shop. But now that he had the information like a bloodhound catching the scent he was out and after Haz-mat.
When he reached his destination there was a flock of Canada Geese flying overhead and he wondered if that was a good or bad omen. The Spider Webs Tower itself was one of those truly modern buildings that seemed to defy gravity. The best of science and architecture had gone into that building but Agent 012 couldn’t help but think that a few well placed explosives and it defied gravity no longer. Perhaps in a world of people like Haz-mat that would always be the ineluctable conclusion. But not if he could stop it.
He had no idea what kind of day this would be.

The ten word challenge-Climb of Fame

Gloria was all the way up to the $60,000 question on the Quiz show “ Climb the Money Ladder” when they asked her in what movie does the phrase “Come with me to the Casba” appear? She had no idea. That one never showed up on Facebook and she wasn’t a movie goer or TV watcher. She was a modern internet person after all.
By this point she had answered a difficult question on the migration pattern of Canada Geese and a slightly easier one on the composition of spider webs. She had had no trouble on the easy questions about bloodhounds and sea shells.
Now she didn’t know the answer and that left her with that horrible choice. She could quit and take the $30,000 she had already won or she could climb the ladder. Her respiration quickened and her pulse increased. She had promised herself that she would not try the ladder but $30,000 was at stake . Could she come that close and just walk away ? She looked at the ladder . It didn’t seem impossible to climb to the step marked $ 60,000 and then holding on with one hand retrieve the paper with the answer on it. Of course the ladder was at an angle and she had to climb up the underside. Gravity would be trying to pull her off the ladder and down to the floor. But then she couldn’t really fall. They had that harness on her and if she left go she would be floating. But that’s when the camera zeroed in on the poor person. You don’t look cute hanging in the air just having lost all the money. She knew all of that. She told herself again I promised not to climb. I promised myself. Then she turned and pushed the green button. They began to strap the harness on her.

The mini challenge- Winning?

The salt and pepper shakers were shouting at each other.
“ Curiosity killed the cat”, said the salt shaker. In a high pitched voice.
“ But satisfaction brought her back” said the pepper shaker in a low throaty voice.
On and on they went.
She shook her head trying to clear the images and the voices. She wanted to know where she was and how she got there. On the wall directly across from the end of the bed was a large oil painting of a charming Victorian tower flanked by railroad tracks. She knew she didn’t own a painting like that. She looked down at the bed all her coverings were white. Where were the delightful rainbow sheets she had just put on the beds last week? Where was she.
Just then the door opened an a nurse entered. “ Finally your awake “ she said. You have been in a semi-coma. For a week. You kept saying cat so we sent somebody to your house and your cat has been fed every day.
As the nurse went on memories came flooding back. She saw herself climbing the ladder. She held on with one hand. She grabbed the right answer with the other. Then everything went black.
“Nurse, Nurse” she said “ Did I win”?

An After Thought

The two writers looked at the pile of papers spread out on the table before them. They were filled with notes and stage directions for their latest made for TV movie. Bob, the head writer. Says “ It is shaping up nicely. The graphics boys are having a field day with the salt and pepper shakers and the Director has everything pretty will blocked out. But we still don’t have an ending”

Winning Sort Of

Fred says “We could have the nurse answer her question by saying “ Concerning that miss I have some bad news and some good news. The bad news is you lost your grip and while you were hanging there the cable snapped and you fell forty feet to the stage where you broke your leg and suffered a concussion. So you didn’t win. But the good news is that between the lawyers and the insurance company your going to come away with a lot more money than you would have won.”

Losing Sort Of

Bob says “ I hate to reward her greed. We could have the nurse respond
“Concerning that miss I have some good news and some bad news.. The good news is you you made it to the floor. Then you decided to quit. They gave you the check for $60,000 and you went home. There you interrupted a thief robbing your house who hit you on the head giving you the concussion and putting you into the coma. The police did catch the young man. But the bad news is that you have no health insurance and this hospital stay is going to use up all your winnings and you will still owe the hospital.”
If we use this ending it’s a little help for the President’s health care effort. We liberals have to stick together,

You Decide

Maybe we should do both endings then run them by a test panel and then pick the one to use when Boxed at Home runs it.


Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Flash55- Another Pun

Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story:


The son of then South Korean President Syngman Rhee was hired as a Life Magazine correspondent.
The younger Rhee loved to drink
and on one occasion, Rhee was missing for three days .
Finally a policeman checking a tavern
, found the young man man and cried,

"Ah, Sweet Mr. Rhee of Life, at last I've found you."

Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the thirty first chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood.

The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE
Sir Day the Knight applied for admission to the square table.
But only for the day shift.
He was a day Knight , not a night Knight.
At night the Knight Sir Day had no sight and couldn't fight.
King Underwear waited a day to say it was okay.
Thus Knight Day became a day Knight .

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Quilly 35

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story.Today we have our choice of any word introduced in October. They are:

Suffarcinate-to load up, to stuff
spiscious-adj. of a thick consistancy
tristifical-adj. causing to be gloomy or grievous

maleolent-adj 1657 -1727-having an ill odour
xenization- n 1818 -1818- to exist as a stranger.
pigritude-n 1623 -1656- slothfulness

tenellous adj 1651 -1651- somewhat tender
utible adj 1623 -1711- serviceable; useful
nubivagant adj 1656 -1656- moving throughout or among clouds

misqueme v 1395 -1658-to displease; to offend
tragematopolist (plural tragematopolists)- 1. A confectioner, or a seller of sweets.
vacivity n 1656 -172 -Emptiness, containing nothing; meaningless, without knowledge or sense; frivolous; foolish

All of Quilly's words may be found HERE

A Plan

Detecive Mallory now knew that Alexander Foxco was behind the killings and it was all because he knew there was oil on Josh’s land. He also suspected but wasn’t sure that the DA was working with Foxco This would explain why she was in such a hurry to take Josh to trial. But such conjecture was useless with his present vacivity.
What he needed was a utible plan. As he sat at his desk thinking suddenly the window exploded and a bullet whizzed by his ear. He dropped to the floor, ignoring the maleolent old boards , pulled his revolver, and crawled to the window but when he looked out he could just see a black car pulling away. He couldn’t get the license number. Standing he rubbed his now tenellous knees and shook . Now they had extremely misquemed him.
IT had to have been Foxco or one of his stooges. But how did he know that Mallory was getting close? The only one Mallory told of the evidence was the DA. Now he was fairly certain she had to be one of them.
He went straight from his office to the lawyer’s and had a paper drawn up. Then he and the lawyer went to the jail to visit Josh. He explained to Josh he had a plan to get him out but Josh had to trust him. He wanted Josh to sign over all of his property to him. Josh trusted Mallory fully and didn’t hesitate in signing. The lawyer witnessed the signing.
Then Detective Mallory sent the lawyer to visit the DA and to tell her that he would be representing Josh. Tell her that to make this possible Josh had signed over all his property to Detective Mallory who would then be paying the legal bills.
After that was completed Mallory went back to the office having stopped only to pull the security video from the entrance to the tragematopolist at the end of the street.
To be continued.

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And of course with Quilly's words comes the required quivel.
There is poetry which a few people do well.
Then there is poetic drivel which is more fun and has its own experts.
But below them all is Quivel
Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it.
In other words if it contains Quilly's words and looks like a really bad poem it is really good Quivel. Here then is today's quivel.

Candy Making

Maleolent wind blows across the plain
Tragematopolist there hoping for gain.
Into the vacivity the ghouls came
Misqueme their one sole aim
Pigritude in the ghoulish clan
Utible stuff to make a plan
Spiscious foam covered the ground
No more tristifical covering to be found
Suffarcinate it into nubivagant like bags
Tenellous candy from the hags

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Mystery Theater

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Mystery Theater

Welcome my dear reader to another exciting episode of “Spider Web Mystery Theater”
This is the place where the supernatural becomes the natural and you could become a frog.
As we open our creaking door we see Emma and Ella
Twin sisters on their way to the Halloween Concert of Ghouls at the somewhat scary Community Concert Hall.Tonight we are told odd mannequins will walk among the audience.
Who knows what they will do.
There will be vampires and werewolves and evil things that go bump in the night.
But most frightening of all this man
The long dead serial killer of old ladies will suddenly appear. He , now one of the long undead dead, will kill again.
But our two ladies are not afraid. They stopped in the lobby and armed themselves with a supply of magic bubble gum.It is guaranteed to keep all supernatural things away and our ladies are chewing up a storm.
The show begins, lightning flashes, strange things walk among the audience and stranger things play eerie music on stage.
When it over our friends Emma and Ella have disappeared . They will never be seen again.
Before we close the creaking door let us remind you that no matter what it says on the machine bubble gum does not protect against the undead. ( Maniacal laugh is heard as sound of the creaking door fills the air)