Mary and Jo Day 9

Now Herod is a an angry man he is insecure and so tended to grab what he can.

He owns herod.com and is mean and cruel, working his employee’s until they drop. Wages rarely went up they just got cropped.

He had set up his company in his kingdom, Judia. Yes that is where Mares and Jo had to go. That’s why they were here. Oh! that Herod he would squeeze every one to the max not worrying about anyone as long as they paid the tax.

News had reached him about magi.com’s research into the new star that had travelled towards the west then inexplicably stopped over Bethlehem.

This being in his kingdom was a threat to him. He had invited the three founders members of magi.com to a big corporate bash as he was after information for once he was ready to splash the cash.
No expense was spared he greeted the three visitors as if he was really pleased to see them. The food was excellent and the wine was too and the room was amazing and even had a great view.

After dinner the talk turned to the star and the new software that magi.com where developing along lines stellar. They were happy to share some of their work until he mentioned the fact of the new king’s prophesied birth, when his face took on a nasty look of scorn. Something in his attitude set the three on their guard they politely took their leave. Secretly vowing to keep their results to themselves however hard.

The limo arrived for the three wise men. Herod ask them to visit after they had found the new king and give him the whereabouts so he too could visit him. As the chauffeur whisked them away they all decided to tell that man nothing! NO WAY!

Herod was angry and he sent out spies to all parts of Judia to find the king and bring him the news of his birthplace so he could delete him! There was no room for another to rein and Herod was determined to keep his people,workers and his domain.

An evil thought was growing in King Herod’s head if he had all males under one year old slaughtered then certainly this new upstart would be dead.

Back at the now, happy Hotel Delph, the manager was wondering from whence was coming all this new found wealth.

It was Mares and Jo, people where coming from far and wide for the new kings birth all the room where full and some where camping outside.

Mares and Jo though, where slightly distressed and decided that to leave as soon after the birth as was safe would be best. Gabe has been to see Jo again and told of Herod’s plans for the babes and he made it quite plain.

Somehow without being told no one ever mentioned Mares and Jo’s safe and comfy bolt hole.

This is an excerpt from a version of the the Nativity story, that I wrote all through December 2011. It started here Mary and Jo Part 1

Twittering Tales #112 – 27 November 2018 – The Bucket List

This is my entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

She’d been 17 when they had married. 19years when the first boy arrived and 30years when the third and last boy appeared. Well now they had all grown and flown. It was their time. So they renewed their passports and set off on their travels. So they entered their second teens.
(279 Characters)

Twittering Tales # 111 – 19 November 2018

This is my entry for Twittering Talesfrom Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding.

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By mh-grafik at pixabay.com

Ding ding dell.

“Someone stop those bells. I can’t think straight. This well is so deep. Hey, Puss are you okay.I can’t see you.
Who pushed you was it that Tommy Thin guy, he’s a nasty bloke! Don’t worry I am absailing down as we speak. Got ya! Come on your safe now. My name? It is Jonny Stout.”
(279 Characters)

Thursday photo prompt: Shadows #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto, Shadows.

Thoughts of a Ghost.

Am I awake or is this dream

There is no colour, everything monochrome.
Shadows lengthen belying the scene.

I am cold and a long way from home.

I cannot move I cannot speak

My mind is confused and my is body weak .

The Bedlam of war is strangely hushed.

Am I here, dieing alone

I try to move I know I must

Around me the spirits of fallen friend and foe.

The detritus of war, we lie dead with nowhere to go.

Twittering Tales #110 – 13 November 2018

This is my entry for Kat Myrman‘s Twittering Tales.

By KleineKiwi at Pixabay.com

Bahaha!

“Who are ewe? new here?”

“We’re trinity.”

“Well you’re welcome to join our flock.”

“Thanks but we have heaven to run.”

“Why you here?”

“Aup! Ladies is this a new shepherd?”

“No I am said trinity. That’s lost boy Azriel.”

Gabriel was tearing his hair out to the sound of Satan’s laugh!
(278 Characters)

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Results for Rodeo#1: Dialogue.

The results for Rodeo#1 : Dialogue at the Carrotranch are in. You can see the rules and winners and all the entries here.

This was my first entry for a competition there. I had fun with my entry, I was an also ran but I enjoyed reading the winners entries and the honourable mentions, and I also enjoyed reading all the other entries too.

Anyway here is my little effort.

“Does that chap realize he’s talking to St Francis.”
“No way not a chance in hell”
“Does St. Francis know who he’s talking to? ”
“Well he just might , he is patron Saint of writers after all.”
“Tell me, why did Satan turn Frank into an ancient Tortoise?”
“Well he is always dicking about trying to upset the status quo.”
“Yes but it’s usually you,Gabriel who’s his target.”
“Can you hear what he is saying Michael”
“Not really but I’m pretty sure it’s not the meaning of life”
“Omg, he’s bitten Frank. No”
“I wander what he said.”

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NB.Francis de Sales, the patron saint of writers and journalists. A bishop of Geneva, Francis died in 1622.

Thank you to all involved and, congratulations to all the Winners and Honourable Mentions. Have a great weekend 💜

No Peace.

It

never

stops in his

mind. Memories

Really are so cruel.

The noise, the blood run

Like a horror film on

Repeat. He wakes but it is

Still there. He reaches out for help.

The male nurse understands he has been

There too, a different war, same feelings.

Thursday photo prompt: Calm #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo’s #writephoto.

Calm (Lest we forget)

BOOM! Tom came to with a start. Everything ached, he was cold and wet. Slowly things came into focus and so did the realisation of where he was.

Will lay next to him dead eyes staring up at the sky. It wasn’t really Will he told himself, Will had gone earlier. Tom cried, how could he tell his mum that he had shot her son.

Will had stepped on a mine there had not been much of him left. He had begged Tom to kill him. Tom had held him and told him to hold on, he’d be alright. He had held him tight, screaming over Will’s groans “stretcher bearer”.

After five minutes a voice down the line shouted “If you don’t put that poor bastard out of his misery, mate, I will do for the both of you.”

Will had looked him in the eye and mouthed “please” so Tom shot him.

The silence was deafening, yes there were shells and bullets all around him. Everyone went about their business. That must of been when he had passed out.

Will was cold and stiff, how long had he been laid here with him Tom asked himself. It was dark now and the shells and tracers lit the sky.

Tom eased himself out from under Will’s body. The others were lining up for food so he joined them. Halfway through their meal orders came that they would be pushing forward at 19.30 hrs.

Tom felt nothing, yet some of the men were excited, others like Tom remaind silent. Tom looked at his watch, 19.00hrs. Looking down he noticed he was covered in mud and blood. He felt sick and sad that he would have to leave Will behind.

So the next half hour Tom went through the motions, checking his gun and anmunition. At 19.25 sharp the wooden ladders were put up to the wall of the trench. They all stood there in the damp, cold, dark squelching in the mud. Some prayed, some swore, some smoked, Tom just stood staring and shaking.

At 19.30 precisely the whistles blew and they all when up the ladders and into noman’s land.

Wire cutters at the ready, in the vain hope they might get to use them. Bullets and shells whizzed and exploded all around them . They fell, some immediately dead, some yet to die …a few to live another day.

Tom didn’t see the bullet coming but he felt it hit his forehead. As he fell others trampled over him. The last words he heard were those of the Officer calling the men on “For King and Country Lads”

Tom awoke for the second time that day. It took him a while to take in his surroundings. He was dry and warm and clean, no mud? … “Here Tommy boy, just as you like it hot milky and three sugars.” Tom looked up into Will’s loving eyes. “No more fighting for us Tommy , we’ve found peace” Tom sipped his tea and smoked a fag taking in the crowed room…there were so many people a sea of calm souls. Beyond he saw the stream where he and will played as children.

Thursday Photo Prompt.

Twittering Tales #109 – 6 November 

This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding’s Twittering Tales.

More Trouble for Heaven

Photo by Glamazon at Pixabay.com

“What, d’you mean he’s removed all photos from earth.” God was in no mood for riddles. Gabriel had that pained look that Michael and St Peter had grown to fear.
Satan, knee deep in photos giggling happily. “All I asked Azriel to do was to put me in the picture.”Gabriel screamed.
(278 Characters)

Thursday photo prompt: Stark #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo’s #writephoto.

The prompt this week Stark.

I have picked a sad but I feel relevant subject.

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Her options were stark. Put up with things as they were, carry on coping with the mental abuse, the harsh words and those painful silences that could last for days. Or leave, home, give up her whole life and this view?

She knew that she had really left it too late. Over sixty and nowhere to go, really, that was no choice. Trapped as always walking on broken glass.

To the outside world they were the perfect couple, always ready to help others. She was so lucky to have such a kind and gentle husband….. Holidays, cars, presents.

She should of put her foot down when he had the affair shut the door when he left. Why let him back he’d lead a double life for years …. But that was finished now.

Wasted chances, too many options had gone by the by. Was she lazy, stupid or just plain afraid of the unknown? Was she all the things he shouted at her?…her eyes stung at the thought of that.

After a while, she thought you just stop fighting back and believe the propaganda. She had woken up one morning and realised she had nothing left to fight for, no fight left in her.

Suddenly the starkness of her situation hit her… Even her beloved view looked stark . She drained her coffee and went back indoors.

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