PREVIOUSLY
".... HERE COMES THE RANDOMNESS!....."
AND NOW.....
Jake lies there motionless and scared, the others pointing and jeering at him. He dare not move as the farmer approaches, scythe in hand, swinging with determination. Jake starts trembling.
"I don't want to be B-dweiser. Please Lord, save me."
Before the farmer takes another swing, the swing that would cleave Jake down, he gets a face full of straw from the flatbed and stops....
Gav saw nothing of this till he saw the farmer waving frantically at the incoming cloud of straw which distracted his non-concentration. Seeing the farmer, he decides to go down and ask him about the barley. Hopping over the wall and tramping across the field he sees the farmer now free of the straw staring at him, his gaze switching between his face and the tracks he's leaving in the field. He notices the farmer getting angrier by the second...
TO BE CONTINUED
Friday 24 July 2009
Tuesday 14 July 2009
The Sober Chronicles - Chapter 9 - Jake 2.0
PREVIOUSLY
".....A field of Hordeum vulgare."
AND NOW.....
He salivates at the thought of Barley being ectracted from the Hordeum vulgare to be used in beer.
In this field of wild barley, one particular stalk, Jake was his name, was being teased by the other stalks.
"It's almost harvest time Jake"
"They're coming to take you Jake"
"What do you want to be made into Jake?"
"I want to be in beer"
"You're not good enough for real beer Jake, you'll end up in Budweiser"
"Why must you be so horrible?"
"You're a freak six-row, not like us normal two-rows, you're just animal feed"
"Get ready Jake, it's harvest time"
"HERE COME'S THE RANDOMNESS!!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED
".....A field of Hordeum vulgare."
AND NOW.....
He salivates at the thought of Barley being ectracted from the Hordeum vulgare to be used in beer.
In this field of wild barley, one particular stalk, Jake was his name, was being teased by the other stalks.
"It's almost harvest time Jake"
"They're coming to take you Jake"
"What do you want to be made into Jake?"
"I want to be in beer"
"You're not good enough for real beer Jake, you'll end up in Budweiser"
"Why must you be so horrible?"
"You're a freak six-row, not like us normal two-rows, you're just animal feed"
"Get ready Jake, it's harvest time"
"HERE COME'S THE RANDOMNESS!!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED
Monday 6 July 2009
The Sober Chronicles - Chapter 8 - The Man That Broke The Straw's Back
PREVIOUSLY
".... IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM"....." AND NOW.....
He watches in wonder as the idiot falls towards a flatbed loaded with straw. MEANWHILE....
Joseph is in his field tending to the crops whilst talking on the phone to Judas. ("Look Joseph, I know I'm late, but there have been some traffic problems. I will have the straw at your door by half past four. Or your money back!")
"But I haven't paid you yet".
("Just a new marketing gimmick I am trying out") Judas hangs up.
"And it should've been delivered last week too."
Joseph sighs.
"I knew Judas couldn't be trusted." Joseph says to himself as he notices a flatbed truck crash in the road next to his field shortly followed by a man crashing into the straw on the back of it which sends it everywhere.
Gav however does not notice this and instead, his attention has become fixed elsewhere. Across the street. On a field. A field of Hordeum Vulgare.
TO BE CONTINUED
".... IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM"....." AND NOW.....
He watches in wonder as the idiot falls towards a flatbed loaded with straw. MEANWHILE....
Joseph is in his field tending to the crops whilst talking on the phone to Judas. ("Look Joseph, I know I'm late, but there have been some traffic problems. I will have the straw at your door by half past four. Or your money back!")
"But I haven't paid you yet".
("Just a new marketing gimmick I am trying out") Judas hangs up.
"And it should've been delivered last week too."
Joseph sighs.
"I knew Judas couldn't be trusted." Joseph says to himself as he notices a flatbed truck crash in the road next to his field shortly followed by a man crashing into the straw on the back of it which sends it everywhere.
Gav however does not notice this and instead, his attention has become fixed elsewhere. Across the street. On a field. A field of Hordeum Vulgare.
TO BE CONTINUED
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