Genre writing challenge/ May Writing ~A New Hero #MayWriting #THWS

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A new lawlessness had arrived in Metro-park city
The police now outmatched by foes with inhuman abilities

Villains called Lady Von Psycho and Mister Darkmind
Used their evil ways to pull off multiple, heinous crimes

Professor Schmidt discovered a way to stop these invincible cowards
He invented a thing to give himself even mightier super-powers


With superhuman new skills Schmidt extracted all villainy 
Going forth as protector for all the citizen’s restored harmony 


However, Schmidt had no name for his secret alternate skin
A hero’s moniker should reference his life-changing origin


Not bitten by a glowing spider or transformed by a wizard named Shazam
He simply ate radiated food and became the all-powerful ‘ GREEN-EGGS AND SPAM MAN!’

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Written for the May Writing Prompt – Green Eggs and Spam – Day 13/31 and The Haunted Wordsmith’s daily prompt (Genre challenge) – Superhero




 

Genre Writing Challenge #2~Coachman’s Abscence

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Malcolm the butler didn’t mind taking over carriage duties once again for this evening, it meant that he got to leave his dull manor job for yet another night out. Normally, this was Phillips the coachman’s job to do but, he had recently abandoned his duties. It had been days since anyone had seen or heard from the man. The horses slowly trotted   down the cobblestone bridge as Malcolm guided them as best as he could being merely a beginner at this. He breathed in the night air, enjoying its freedom away from the stuffiness of Kensington mansion. Darkness surrounded the carriage as it proceeded away from the estate grounds and unto the long country roads towards town. Only the silence of an empty night could be heard under the sound of clopping hooves and rickety wheels.  Malcolm kept his eyes focused on the dirt road ahead of him when he saw something off on the side.  It was a man, waving his arms for Malcolm to stop the carriage.  Malcom pulled up on the reins, bringing the horses to a complete stop.

“Phillips, is that you?”  Malcolm said as he recognized the man to be the missing coachman.  He looked perfectly healthy and dressed ready to come back to work.

“Malcolm! My dear fellow, yes it is me, Phillips. Might I get ride from you back to the manor? It’s quite cold out here and I’ve been lost out here for some time”

“Of course, of COURSE! We’ve all been quite worried about you. Climb aboard, now”

Phillips climbed up the side of the carriage and sat next to Malcolm, who proceeded to motion the horses to get moving again.

“Well, I’m certainly glad to see you, Phillips. Good to see you’re safe, at least” Malcolm’s breath hit the cold air with a puff of frost.

“I’m glad to see you too, Malcolm” Phillips said, as he turned to look at where he was sitting. “There is just one problem”

Malcolm looked over at him away from the road, with a confused look.

“See….you’re sitting in the wrong seat. That’s MY SPOT”.

As Phillips finished his thought, he curled back his lips and lunged towards Malcolm. It didn’t take long for him to plunge his bite into the open neck of Malcolm and drain him dead. The horses stopped moving as Malcolm’s grip reflexively pulled on the reins in his now lifeless clutches.

Written for the Genre Writing Challenge #2 and the Story Starter Challenge prompt.

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Quality Issue: Genre Writing Challenge #25~#epistolary fiction #

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March 20, 1974

Dear Mr. Stillson,

We recently received a complaint from Richard Daily, a sales representative from our east coast division. Mr. Daily claims that on a recent visit to your office, a Miss Doris Berg assaulted him with various office supplies. Apparently, Miss Berg was “outraged” over the quality of our newest model of typewriter.

Thomson office equipment has been the leading supplier of quality typewriters for over eighty years. We pride ourselves on the workmanship that goes into every product and find these claims of the quality of our latest typewriter to be unsubbscated.

Our partnership with your firm has been long and successful. It would be most unfortunate if we were to drop you as a client should this matter not be addressed.

We cannot have our loyal associates assaulted in any way by anyone connected with your agency.

Please advise us of whatever disciplinary actions are being taken against Miss. Berg. We want this matter settled before any legal actions are taken.

Sincerely,

Franklin J. Thomson, President and CEO, Thomson Office Equipment

March 23, 1974

Dear Mr. Thomson,

As I am well aware of the incident that happened at my office between Miss Berg and Mr. Daily, I would hardly call it an “assault”. She merely verbally accosted him about the quality of your latest typewriter.

Regardless, Miss Berg was in the wrong and I will address this with her directly. As far as any disciplinary actions against her, I will only do so if you are dissatisfied with the formal apology that I will have Miss Berg herself send to you.

Thank you for contacting me on this matter. Miss Berg’s correspondence will arrive in your office within the next few days.

Sincerely,

Jack Stillson, Stillson Accounting agency.

March 27, 1974

Dea M Thom on,

It i with my ince ent intent, to give you my deepe t apologie . I t uly meant no di re pect to M . Daily. I wa f u t ated about not being able to d aft a lette fo Mr. chone . The ” ” and ” ” do not wo k on you late te t typew ite . It i quite tre ful fo a ec eta y to not do he job. I t uly hope M .Daily wa not ha med in any way by my e atic behaviou . I hope you find thi apology to be to you ati faction in eading it a it s wa in typing it.

incerely,

Do is Be g

March 28, 1974

Dear Mr. Stillson,

Upon reading the letter from Miss. Berg, we will no longer be pursuing this matter any further. Additionally, there is no need to enforce any disciplinary actions aganst Miss Berg. We will be recalling our latest model of typewriter for “quality issues”. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.

Sincerely,

Franklin J. Thomson, President and CEO, Thomson Ofiice Equipment

Written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Writing #25 prompt

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The Mann of Danger~#MarchWriting #Genre-writing

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Secret Agent Rick Mann had been caught once again

By trusting someone who he thought was a friend

He was the spy that always got the job done

Danger to him was just a form of fun

Being held captive was nothing new

It’s happened before when his identity became true

This time he was stopped by the assassins of Dr. Pain

Each one was armed with weapons to injure or maim

Rocket launching ladies and gals with sharp swords

Mann was sure to be heading up to his final rewards

Of course, he escaped avoiding any irrefutable harm

He simply defeated those women with his irresistable charm

 

Inspired by prompts from- The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Writing Challenge# 18 and March Writing Prompts – Rocket launching ladies – Day 21/31

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Genre Challenge #15 ~ Missing Cries #genre-writing #daily-prompt

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It had been five years since Elaine Simmons  had been admitted into Bellevue Memorial psychiatric hospital.  She sat there now in the living area as other non-violent  patients were allowed to walk around freely.  Elaine hadn’t made much progress in her rehabilitation here at the hospital. She was court ordered to be admitted here, after the incident at the ‘Smiles for Awhile’ daycare center drove her clinical insane.

Six years ago, Elaine was a functioning academic professional and business owner.  The “Smiles for a while” daycare center that she owned was quite well-known and successful throughout all of Sussex county.  Parents from all different towns felt comfortable in dropping off their children at a place that was safe, affordable and convenient. Elaine herself was a parent of a twenty-seven year old daughter, Lisa, who also worked at the center.  The interior rooms of the center were decorated in bright,  joyous colors of yellows and pastel blues.  When you walked into the front foyer, (after being cleared by the staff via close-circuit cameras) a large painting of a flourishing green tree welcomed you.  The Words, “It’s time to smile! Won’t you stay with us for a while?”  were written on the tree’s bark.  For 11 years, Elaine took in infants from six months old up to children aged six into a place of pure joy and imagination. Former students (now Teenagers) would often come back to visit, reminiscing about the very special time they had  there. Elaine and her daycare center had made a genuinely positive impact on the lives of many people for years to come.

Then, the babies disappeared.

It was a typical busy Thursday in April when it happened.  The nursery room that watched the babies had five infants being cared for that day by long time employee, Mrs. Rosemarie Jameson.  She was a registered Nurse with a master’s degree in child psychology.   Elaine had hired Rosemarie as her first employee when she initially opened the school simply based on her work experience and bubbly personality.  For years, Rosemarie received nothing but praise and respect from parents for the level of care that she had joyfully given all their children under the age of eight months.

One spring morning,  Rosemarie left the room to go get more diapers from the adjoining supply room.  In multiple accounts and sworn testimonies from Rosemarie before she committed suicide, she had stated that she literally left the room for less than ten minutes. When she returned back with an arm full of diapers, all five cribs were now empty and all the infants had vanished.

It didn’t take long for Elaine Simmons’s world to completely unravel after the news became public. Every possible explanation had been researched, from the criminal to the spiritual. Mountains of forensic evidence were collected. There had been hours of interrogating anyone associated with the daycare center or the infants themselves. It had become a nationwide internet phenomenon that baffled everyone.

The parents of the missing infants were never the same.  After many of them destroyed Elaine financially through legal means, some also acted upon their unanswered pleas for justice. Elaine’s house and car had been vandalized multiple times. She was an outcast in all the towns that had kids in her daycare center, which was now closed by the state.  Lisa, her daughter went missing and had been rumored to be living somewhere else under an assumed name.

The babies were never found.

Today, Elaine sits staring out past the barred window into the hospital’s open yard.  A stream of drool  drips down out of her mouth and into her lap. Her memories are now deluded by various types of psychotropic drugs.  Occasionally, she recalls a place…a place where…. “You could smile for just awhile”.

 

Inspired by The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre-writing prompt #115

Genre Challenge #8~Calhoun’s last kill #daily-prompt, #genre-writing

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It had gotten to the point in Will Calhoun’s life where bloodshed was all he knew.  He had been hired so many times as a gunslinger, that his world had just become one death after another. The guilt he once had about killing any man, no longer existed within him. People needed to be dead and he got paid to make that happen. It was an alright life for a man who was quick with his hands. Then,  it all just went wrong one day.

He had been hired by a Sheriff Haley over in Carson city to protect the townsfolk from a possible visit from a bad man. An upstart snake of a man known by the name of Blackburn Hennessy.  An hombre that was known for occasionally riding into different towns and causing all kinds of mischief.  At least, that’s what the stories were that preceded him.  Sheriff Haley was a big man,  but that little tin star can only give a man so much power.  Eventually, a lawman has to be able to back up his given title. Calhoun himself had developed quite a reputation in these parts and when he stopped in Carson for some Whiskey at their saloon, the sheriff hired him on the spot to “take care of Blackburn”. It wasn’t even a day later that Calhoun took out Blackburn as soon he rode into town during the night.  He did it with one shot, right through the heart.  Blackburn didn’t even get a chance to speak out his last words before dying.

The next morning, people all over town were whispering about the death of Blackburn Bill. Calhoun unfortunately overheard some fellas talking about how Blackburn was actually hired to come kill Sheriff Haley, who had been a ruthless tyrant to all the townspeople.  Apparently, Calhoun had been swindled.  He killed a good man who was there to kill a corrupt and lecherous sheriff.

Calhoun got on his horse and rode out-of-town.  He came here, up to the mountains and breathed in the clean air.  Things were purer up here, helped a man think about his role in the world.  He looked out at the desert landscape made by God himself and realized how little a role a man plays in this world when all he only knows is one thing.

Calhoun took out his colt. 45 and made sure it was loaded.  His gut told him it was time to stop the killing. It was time to start being a better man.  All the violence of ending lives for a sawbuck would come to a stop…but, not today.  He turned his horse around and headed back to Carson city to become their new sheriff.  The town was going to be needing a new one soon, once Will Calhoun was done speaking with Sheriff Haley.

Written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s prompt- Genre Challenge #8.

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