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Saturday's Surprise: Open The Envelop...
| Sat, 03-09-2002 - 11:45am |
Saturday's Surprise: Open The Envelope (m)
Write a short story (1,000 words or less) where the main character has the nickname you were given during Thursday’s Field Trip (if you didn’t take the trip here’s the link http://pages.prodigy.net/mlemus/mafiaweb.htm).
Happy writing,
Mac

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Ladies with a double life...
nurses by day, mobsters by night, heh heh. Good tie in with the chain marks.
I got a bit confused how Tim ended up in the hospital where Terri tended to him (after she and Rachel had beat him up?)...
As Mac said, lots of strong female characters, nicely done.
Take care, Eyewrite
He best be watching (m)
out for that character, Janine, it sounds like she has the hots for him! LOL
Cool and sweet story, Mac
Maria
Thanks Mac (m)
It must be the tomboy in me but I really admire strong women.
Thanks for reading and the wonderful comments. Also I believe you deserve a pat on the back for these exercises, they are fun, surprising and challenging!
Maria
Thanks Jade for reading and the comments n/t
Thanks eyewrite (m)
Good question, but see Terri was in disguise and also she handed the case over to the new nurse, Tina. Plus she wanted to admire her friends handiwork.LOL
Thanks for reading and the comments.BTW, I reread this today and was worried about the change in Pov, did it bother you?
If you see that I have some spots that need help, please feel free to tell me, okay?
Maria
Sorry this is late but here it is ~Gandhi Mangler~
Gandhi Mangler
The cold west wind blew as the sprays of rain blasted his face. The weather had been very odd for the last couple of days. Casey had been working hard trying to get the old homestead that he had just bought fixed up. The roof leaked, the fence was down and the windows had been broke. All he thought was, at least it is mine.
The first day there he had fixed all the windows and cleaned out the inside. He had been fixing the roof when he thought that he seen a man walking across the far lot. Keeping his eyes on him, Casey just did not know what to think. The man went and leaned up against the tree and seemed to disappear with a blink of an eye. Shaking his head he continued with the roof. The shingles had taken up more of his time then he thought as he glanced at his watch. He scurried off the roof and jumped into his truck.
He had to get to the hardware store before it closed. A cloud of dust billowed behind his truck as he tore down the gravel road. He slowed and turned on to the pavement as he gradually increased his speed. He slowed down again as he it the town and parked in front of the store.
He walks in and gets the staples, nails, posts and the wire. He looked up and down the rows making sure he had not forgotten anything. Picking up a couple faucets he makes his way to the counter.
“Hey Jim,” Casey nodded, “did you get in any of the black PVC pipe?”
“Sorry not this trip.”
There were a couple of other men the Casey knew of standing around talking about the livestock prices.
“Hey Casey, Paps done gone and told me that you had bought the GM place, I bet you won’t live there for more then a few months”
“Hush now, Tad, your daddy had told you that lie to keep you away.” Jim replied as he rang up the goods.
Tad and his friends left as Casey took the first load out to his truck. He started to wander why the place was known as GM. Walking back in side he hollered over to Jim. “Tell me why the place is called GM?”
“Oh son that is just a name that it has been called for years. It was said to belong to the great mobster Gandhi Mangler. Now there has never been any proof of that so I consider it all hearsay. It’s nothing to get worked up about.”
“Well ok just who was this guy?” Casey asked with wonderment.
Jim started to tell the tale of how this man single handedly robbed bank after bank, and had killed political figures and so forth.
“Thanks Jim,” as I loaded the truck full of the supplies, “I need to get to the grocery store before it closes.”
Jim nodded and waved.
Casey started to load the cart full of soup, pop, beer, meat and what ever else he could find that looked good, along with cleaning supplies and light bulbs, as he rounded the aisle that had the books and magazines. He notices a book on the highest shelf. “Was He Really Here?” The title bored into his mind as he reached for the book. He blew off the layer of dust off and read the first page. Setting the book in the cart he headed to the check out.
The lady looked at the book, “Here you can just have this, and it has been on the shelf for eight long years.”
Cody thanked the lady as he bagged the groceries.
After all the shopping he drove by the drive in and ordered his supper. It had come rather quickly as he had only read a couple of pages in the book. He pulled out and headed home. His meal was gone by the time he hit the gravel road. He slowed as he looked out at the land that was now his. All it need way hard work and a little caring and the place would be looking like new.
He took a long swallow of his drink as he set it on the hood of the truck. He grabbed the groceries and carried them in, being sure to put away the cold stuff. When that chore was finished he grabbed the book and headed to his favorite chair that he had brought with him when he first came.
The book has read vary fast and in no time at all he had laid it on the floor. Casey had wondered if it was true. His thoughts drifted as the wind picked up. His front door flew open with such a raw force. There Casey had noticed a man standing with the backlighting of the all so sudden lightening, standing in the door way.
The man had not said a word, while he walked over and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. He came and stood by Casey as he bent to pick up the book. With a frightful look he stared at Casey. Then he let out a laugh that would have sent bullies running to hide.
Casey was frozen in his chair, as his mind raced to make up what was going on. The man had to be over six foot tall. There was no way that Casey could take him. Casey was helpless against this man.
The man grabbed him by the arm and led him to his coat. “Follow me.” The hollow voice of the man said.
Casey followed him, to the tree where the man had disappeared at, earlier that day. “Why did you bring me here?” Casey asked, along with who was he.
The man replied, “My name is Gandhi Mangler, and you are standing by my grave.”
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Mac that was touching, oh WTG keep it up. *nt*
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Spooky, Jade (m)
The name Gandhi Mangler is scary in itself but I loved the story you made around it. Great job with filling us in on the mobster and the current resident.
Loved it!!!
Mac
Me too, eyewrite (m)
Good catch too about the sprained ankle :-). I didn’t think of that-LOL. Glad you found Eddie likeable even if he was a mobster!!!
Mac
Shall we have a part two of this one? (nt)
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