Maharg67's Den (shorter works, short stories, poetry, etc.)

[Maharg67]

Perth WA Stories #1

A phantom train caused the crossing to be closed to street and footpath traffic yet again. A train sitting at the station was close enough to convince the crossing to close up when there was no need for the gates to lock, for the boom gates to come down. The middle aged man could have wasted energy being angry but could not be bothered to do so. It was late in the day, a winter's day, which made it dim enough but rain clouds made it more so. It had rained earlier on, leaving big rain puddles but more rain was promised.

A woman was standing next to him, quite attractive in a mature fashion. She largely ignored him as he did her. That was modern city life in a nut shell, wasn't it? That is people ignoring each other except being wary anyway. Or was he just being cynical again? Yes, being cynical was getting easier as he grew older. The more his ambitions failed, the darker his moods grew. Still, there was hope, wasn't there? Always look on the bright side of life! Yes, what else could one do but seek hope and experience what goodness existed around one?

Yes, he had recently bought and read a feel good self help type book! He was wondering whom he disliked enough to give it to.

Still, the promise of rain meant more water in the dams, meant more water for the city in the coming summer. That could not be bad, could it?

A jet aircraft flew low in the distance, a passenger Jumbo Jet coming into land at Perth International Airport. It was a big jet probably filled with lots of people. He wondered what it would be like if he jet suddenly exploded in mid air. Would people scream, would the woman next to him faint? The jet did not explode! A great dragon did not appear in the air and try to eat the jet. A flying saucer did not fly down from space and try to zap the jet. None of these things, or anything zany like it, happened. Instead the jet went out of sight and he assumed it had landed safely, along with its passengers.

The pedestrian gates opened, the boom gates went up, the traffic started to flow. The mature woman rushed ahead of him, cutting him off, and he looked at her bum for a moment because she wore tight jeans. She did not notice but raced off and he tried not to behave like a dirty old man but failed.

Walking to the apartment block did not take long. Getting to the apartment was a matter off walking up four flights of stairs after going through a security door. The gorgeous ginger tabby cat met him at the door, got fussed over. The television went on. There was a children's show on, a cartoon with super heroes and super villains doing nasty things to each other. Yes, it was the Avengers with Iron Man, the Hulk and those sort of people except they were not really people but just fictional characters. The man made himself a coffee and sat in a big old comfortable armchair watching the show and waiting for his brother to come home. Soon the cat had rightly claimed his lap as her sleeping place and was curled up comfortably doing just that.

Edited November 15, 2016 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

Sitting here so damned tired

Sitting here dizzy with the side-effects of medication

 

Sitting here trying to focus on these very words

Siting here trying to deal with my illness

 

Sitting here trying to ignore the pain

But now I can sit no more

 

But now I must turn off the computer

But now I must sleep

Edited November 15, 2016 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

Giggles the Ballet Behemoth of the DC Wastelands

Giggles, the behemoth super mutant just loved to dance!

 

The great hulking humanoid jumped daintily into the air, or so he imagined, and crash landed on the ground. The earth shook with a boom. Giggles twirled in what he thought was a wonderful ballet motion and a lamp-post crashed heavily to an area of cracked pavement as a whole pack of wild dogs fled in terror.

 

The behemoth did not want to hurt people but wanted only to entertain the world as a wonderful ballet dancer. In his mind he was dancing on a great big stage lit up by huge spotlights and the people were cheering; what type of 'people' they were did not matter to Giggles for even attentive radroaches were appreciated.

The Brothers of Steel were staring at the behemoth in amusement. They did not bother to hide or even aim their weapons at Giggles for the Brotherhood had long realised Giggles was harmless; that is except if one got to close to him when he was dancing. About twenty metres was a fairly safe distance and a few fast escape routes were highly recommended.

Giggles giggled in a horrible super mutant fashion and fell over, crushing flat a three wheeled wreckage of a vehicle. Then he sat up and scratched one big buttock in a very inelegant fashion. The two soldiers, a woman and a man, applauded by clapped their armoured hands together as loudly as possible. Then they pointed to a small heap of prepackaged food, bottles of NukaCola and bottles of purified water.

Giggles sat down on some rubble and carefully ate and drank the stuff the BofS had given him. He lifted one buttock and farted with a sigh of relief. A radroach fell over with its six legs wiggling madly in the air.

Giggles was happy! He had an audience and he had rewards. What could be better?

 

Why did the Brotherhood of Steel protect him and keep him alive? There was no clear, straight forward, answer but perhaps it was just so astonishing to have such a creature existing in the Wastelands that they preserved him out of wonderment. Even Elder Lyons made it very clear that he was to be protected as a matter of BofS protocol.

Edited November 15, 2016 by Maharg67

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Put the start of a new story, World Revolution, in Post #20 on bottom of page 2 and Post #21 on top of page 3. Enjoy!

[Maharg67]

I may choose to turn Maharg67's Den into a place for shorter works being stories, poems etc. but also pictures and other items that I like. Other, longer, stories would be in their own topics. Feedback would be appreciated!

:dance: :yes: :wub: :thumbsup: :tongue: :smile: :sweat: :wallbash: :psyduck:

Edited November 22, 2016 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

Desdedragona the dragon slayer and the dragons not dragons!

 

There are possibly no dragons here in this story!

Two very dragon like, but not supposedly really dragon farmers strolled along a countryside path. Actually they were clearly farmers because they had cardboard signs hanging around their necks that said 'WE ISS NOT DROOGANS BUT IS FAORMERS'. I mean people might look at their tall reptilian shape, their folded wings and long tails and have doubts about the words on the signs but really those not non dragons really had such sincere expressions on their faces you had to believe them, really you did.

One of the totally not dragons looked around with a worried expression on his face and then he spoke out loud as he pretended to be speaking casually. "You know, Bob, who is not a dragon, I think that it is a wonderfully sunny warm day for me, who is not a dragon, don't you think. We 'faormers' have nothing to worry about on a wonderful day like this is."

It was raining lightly and was rather cloudy, was cool, and one of the dragon not dragons had a slight cold.

"Yes, Ben, who could not possibly be a dragon, you are quite right." The other coincidentally dragon like farmer looked around with worry. "So just in case Desdedragona might be listening, then she should not have any reason to be mad with us."

Bob nodded overly much and then he sneezed and roasted an imp who had foolishly flown too close. Bob popped the imp into his mouth, chewed, swallowed and then sighed with contentment. Then he gasped with fear, looked around to see if Desdedragona had seen the flames and then he relaxed.

There was only a cardboard box with finely shaped legs sticking out of it wearing black fishnet stockings and high-heel boots. On it was written. "Not Desdedragona'. Warm desirable eyes peeped through holes in the cardboard.

The dragons were glad they could read a few words. They smiled at each other. Then Bob spoke. "Gggaaawww, its a good think we didn't expose our dragon nature."

Suddenly Desdedragona ripped off her cardboard box, ripped it up in triumph and pointed at the dragons. "Hhhaaa, I knew it! You are dragons. Prepare for trouble!"

But Bob, who it turns out was really a dragon after all, pointed to Desdedragona and said. "Do you know you are only wearing a flimsy metal string bikini, high-heel boots, stockings and garters. Don't you feel a bit exposed?"

Desdedragona sneered. "Do you think I am that foolish." Then she looked down, blushed very brightly, looked up and shrieked. Desdedragona, who no longer had a cardboard box to cover herself with, ran all the way home.

Ben turned to Bob. "That was the dreaded Desdedragona."

Bob nodded at Ben. "That is exactly correct, I think, yes Ben."

 

As that realisation hit hard both dragons screamed in fear, turned, and ran all the way home.

PS: My only poor pitiful excuse, for the above story, is that I was in an odd mood at the time. I am also not really a dragon, I promise!

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Zombies from the Sky revamped will start soon! Earlier parts, of Marharg67's Den will be put to one side.

Promoted by LunaCola, it looks tastier by bright moonlight; if drinking excessively causes hairy palms, please see lycanthropic specialist.

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Edited December 12, 2016 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

:confused: :mad: :laugh:

Twas not Sasmo that walked the line that day,

swimming in his own doubts but

his kid brother Robsno who looked like

like a younger version of his more famous sibling

:devil: :geek: :turned:

 

Sasmo, you should have told the truth instead of taking all the poignant glory of the moment!

Was there not a second of doubt in that dark twisted mentality of yours?

Did you not see the glimmering reflections of guilt in the surface of the pond waters of truth?

Shame, Sasmo, that you dared to write poetically of that glorious moment that was not yours.

:wub: :thumbsup: :yucky:

 

Poor Robsno did he not moot away to stew in his own juices of morbidity?

Did not his sodapop seem that much flatter?

His milk that much more sour?

No, not really, but poor Robsno did so suffer quietly!

:verymad: :unsure: :woot:

Come to think of it was it really Robsno who walked the line that day or was it really Sasmo after all? Am I barking up the wrong tree, snoodling up the wrong snafoo, wriggling up the wrong lung pipe? Oh, dear me, it could have been Sasmo after all.

 

o_O :yes: :no:

 

PS: My only poor excuse for this bit of writing was a night of bad sleep and some strange, disturbing, dreams.

Edited December 12, 2016 by Maharg67