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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She Dreams~#poetry #themagicshop

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Lives awakened in deepest sleep

Her stories take ongoing forms

Scenes in slumber

The creating dreams play once again

A lifetime in seconds

Is it her past repeated?

Present moments perhaps mirrored

Or a world visible to her mind alone

Stories with no ends

An ongoing flow of questions

A process of breathing

The passion of her writing never rests

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This was written in response to The Hunted Wordsmith’s prompt

Simple Reason~ #JanuaryWriting #3tc #themagicshop

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Doctor Elizabeth Jasper felt her back burn up as she sat down on the black leather interior of her ’44 Oldsmobile.  She rolled the window down and remained there for a moment as the heat that was trapped inside slowly escaped. Despite the intense temperature of a car that had been parked in the desert sun for hours, Dr. Jasper wasn’t ready to drive away just yet. This was a big decision. She had debts to consider. A new mortgage on a small house that had to be addressed. Her son with a disability that required expensive treatments. These were real things to grasp, things to worry about. The tangible fears of where her next paycheck would come from, stopped her from leaving this place for the final time.

Then the discovery that made her walk out in the first place, raised its emotional hands and grabbed her by the neck once again. The sickening thought of her being involved in something ungodly, snuffed out all her financial realities.  A realization she had made hours previous that was still turning her stomach inside out.  All of the research that she had been doing,  hours of calculations and the endless theoretical brainstorming discussions were all intended for one single, dark purpose.  The eventual construction of one very real, atomic bomb. She was hired (and paid quite handsomely) to merely come up schematics and mathematical probabilities for some undisclosed, scientific projects. As it turned out, she was merely a small cog in a much bigger machine.

The sweat began to flow into her eyes as she sat there, waiting. The undeniable core of her identity questioning the doubtless hesitation in leaving. Her belief system in the sanctity of life and the role of God that men take-on, was suddenly being challenged by the basic needs of  suburban survival. She looked up at the New Mexico sun as it brightened throughout the heavens. A simple reason was what she silently prayed for in justifying any final choice that she would make.  The world was slowly changing around Dr. Jasper. She however, remained immobile in her ambiguity on what decision could she possibly live with for the rest of her life.

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Written using the following prompts:

January Writing Prompt – A simple reason was she needed – Day 30/31

Three Things Challenge #30 – bomb, desert, jasper

Breakfast for Beechy~ #thwd #themagicshop

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Mr. Beechy had stayed over at the Hotel Ritz

Waking up in their bed after a night of slumber bliss

He had heard that the room service was quite a big deal

Deciding to find out, he called to order his morning meal

A mere ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door

Just in time to silence Mr. Beechy’s ravenous stomach roar

A busboy wheeled in a cart with some plates that were covered

Then he set it all up as Mr. Beechy hungrily hovered

A heavenly omelet was the first delight revealed

On the side was crisp bacon that no longer squealed

Crisp buttered toast cut into small squares

Fresh coffee aroma lofted into the air

A masterpiece breakfast this sight to be seen

This man who was Beechy was not who he seems

He was con man Lou Weesly who had never been caught

Enjoying this spoiled life that someone else had bought

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/12/10/daily-writing-challenge-dec-10/

 

Daily Writing Challenge-Hotel, breakfast, caught – Dec. 10

White Elephant #2 ~ #thwwe

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Good morning! Since it is the spirit of giving, I’m continuing on with the Haunted Wordsmith’s prompt of giving out 3 gifts to some of my favorite bloggers.

My first gift goes to M at Putting My Feet in the Dirt. Hmm..what do you give to someone who, you don’t really know too well yet- they inspire you everyday? My motto in life has always been…”When you’re stuck in a bind, always have some fresh-baked cookies ready to give”. Thanks, M

My second gift goes to Dorinda Duclos at Night Owl Poetry. Only the lord knows how many positive things I’ve said about this woman. What more could I possibly give her? I got it! A trip in a time machine and the best possible seats at Yankee stadium on a night they win the world series. My personal favorite was ’96. But, she can go wherever she wants. Hasn’t she proven that already?

Finally, I gotta give something to my buddy-The Haunted Wordsmith herself. The amount of stuff she blogs daily is just amazing. I don’t know where she finds the time or creative energy to do so much. She probably writes all her stuff down on post-its first. So for her, I decided to give her enough post-its to get her through…oh, about one day. Thank, HWS.

This was fun! Pass it on in the spirit of giving and all things creative.

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BINGO~#Bingo #themagicshop

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B – A bunch of bludgeoned barbers were found in a bar’s basement

I –  Investigators invaded the inn to introduce an inquest of the patrons

N –  Night patrolman Nick Noterezz noticed a nervous nanny nearby when nighttime was near

G – Gertrude Gladswitz gave in and generously confessed to galvanizing the groomers

O –  Obsessively outraged over not omitting out her overflowing old hair

 

What’s your BINGO card entries?