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The Grizzley Tale of Smelly Melly

The Grizzly Tale of Smelly Melly.

In a Little Jersey Town
Melinda Warren can be found
Her ghost lurks ‘round this hellish pit
around the spot her body hit.

Her story is quite short but true
how she died with her heart broken in two
Her name will forever be on your tongue
because they took her life so young

It happened in July that dreadful day
The day they came to make her pay
for being filthy and falling in love
They chased her south to Mercy Dove

The Mayor’s son, whom she loved
and his friends chased her hard and fast
to the edge of the cliff where Melly let out a breath that was her last

A Twist, a taunt, a tumble and over she went
hitting the ground with a rumble
And that was the end of Melinda Warren
I’m afraid to say its true.

But if you ever in Orange New Jersey this is what you should do.
Go to the cliff and read the sign on her grave:

“Melly Melly Oh dear Melly
People gaged for your were smelly
Met your end for a guy,
for his love you surely died
Even though your death was grim
you should have known you couldn’t have him
Now you’re bured gone for good
hope you don’t come back

Touchwood.”

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The Five Girls: Iz

Iz took a sip of her drink, her eyes were scanning the room. She opened a packet of cigarettes with her teeth, spitting the plastic aside, she used her lips to pick one from its place. She reached into the cleavage of her latex suit and pulled out a lighter. Her purple eyes looked down at the hot blue flame as she dipped the tip of her cigarette into it. She puffed twice, drawing deep on the filter and inhaled. It burned her lungs, sending a satisfying tingle around her body. Iz exhaled slowly through her nose and took another sip of her drink to extinguish the burning sensation in her chest. Licking her lips she began to tell her story:

“T’was the year 2020, Cloning had become perfect and used to help the sick, those who were in need of organs, hearts, livers, an extra lung, an arm or a leg. There was a lot of money in Cloning, Harvesting of organs proved to profitable to underground corporations. Black market. Dodgy Dealers. Trafficking. A Clones only purpose was to become cattle. Butchered to make someone else feel better.”

Iz took another drag of her cigarette, inhaling deeply, the rush of nicotine flowed through her. She exhaled slowly and continued:
” However Clones started developing personalities of their own, started living. All they wanted was one simple right, and that was..their humanity. That would never happen. So they fought for it.Trying to gain the lives that they never had. For the freedom they felt they deserved, but ultimately they would fail. One by one they would be slaughtered until only a few remained.
These few became slaves, put to work in mines on barren wastelands. To make sure that they could never have a normal life or their freedom, each wore a mark. Tagged like property. with barcodes.” Iz stopped once again, taking the last gulp of her drink. She placed her cigarette between her lips and dragged deeply. Inhaling, she stumped it out in an astray that sat before her, she looked around, and exhaled as she finished her story:

“Then one day, the Clones decided to make one last break for freedom. Their plan was simple, they were either going to die as free humans or die trying. They fought their way out and felt the sunlight of freedom against their skins but it wasn’t to last. Betrayed by one of their own caused darkness to fall once again. One by one they taken apart and their bodies sold, never to know what it was like to have the two things they wanted most humanity or freedom. The one who betrayed them got what he deserved and now they are all gone.”
Iz finished her story her eyes flash in the dim blue light of the bar. She rose from her seat and turned to leave. At the door She reached for the Transit System and searched for her next destination. On her arm you saw a tattoo. Barcode.

The Five Girls: No’rth

The music of the club beamed through the air as the crowd danced in sync to the smooth beat. Nor’th smiled as she watched them. She could feel every thump of the bass running through her finger tips. She closed her eyes and began to sway, music was her passion and this was her place of worship. It was her first job as a Dj and she loved every second it. Nor’th moved her body, a slender 5’5 in a black and yellow suit, her hair was jet black,a piercing smile spread across her creamy light yellow face. As the song came to an end she opened her hazel eyes, which shone in the light of the club, she could see the crowd through her mask. Thousands of Landerians came to see her play. Most were teenagers, who left the comfort of home just to experience life without rules.

An amazing night came to an end, and as she packed her equipment away she watched the crowd spill out of the club. No’rth couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she disassembled the vintage Neumark NS6 Digital Controller she received as a gift from her father’s visit to the planet Earth. He was the ambassador of Lander which meant he was away on business for cycles at a time, but he would always make up for it when he returned, bringing musical instruments or primitive tech which No’rth would add to her growing collection. She loved it, it was her thing, other female Landerians would join the Imperial Fleet, serve for a few three or four cycles then settle down with a nice male and have a family, but No’rth wanted more, she wanted her music. Her bits and bobs of old computer parts, or ship debris that she could spend hours on and make into something completely new. “Oidhche mhath, No’rth,” a voice creeped over her shoulder. No’rth turned smiling and leapt into the arms of the stranger, ” Ceud mìle fàilte, papa!” She hugged him tightly, “When did you get back?” Sa’vth, her father looked up on his daughter with a surprise. ” When did you learn to speak Earthian?” No’rth giggled ” I took lessons while you were away, I was afraid that since you were away for a very long time, that you might have forgotten our native tongue.”
Sa’vth’s surprised expression changed to one of pride as hugged his daughter tightly. Once they parted, No’rth finished packing her equipment away, and both father and daughter traveled to get the last Shuttle back down to the city. Club Orbit was once a part of an Imperial security station put in place to protect the planet during the Ursa Nebula war. This station was one of many, and once the war ended the others became schools used to train those who had joined the Imperial Fleet.

No’rth looked up at her father as they settled into the shuttle. As she scanned his face she noticed scars and lumps that weren’t there the last time she saw him. She took it in, every lump, and scar from ear to ear, from forehead to chin. She quickly looked away when she noticed he was watching her from the corner of his eye. He placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, ” I have missed you No’rth.” Sa’vth spoke softly, ” I can not believe how much you have grown, the last time i saw you, you were not higher than my waist and now, you are a woman. It has gone back so fast.” No’rth smiled snuggling into her father’s safe arms. ” Have you thought about joining the Imperial Fleet?” No’rth’s face fell and as she pulled away from her father she shook her head. Sa’vth sighed, ” No’ra. I have watched you over the years, you possess the ability to fix old technology that is not native to our world and make them work to your advantage,. ” He paused, held his daughter’s hand and continued, ” You have skills that would be useful to the Fleet, they need your ability.”

No’rth bit her lip, it was her father’s dream for her to follow in his foot steps and become a part of the Lauderian council. ” Tha mi duilich, Papa,” She spoke up, ” But that was not what I wanted. I enjoy what I do now.” Sa’vth’s expression hardened, “Distributing noise among the young is not a good career for a young lady.’ He scowled at her, ” You have an amazing skill that will be used for something practical.” He looked up at the door of the shuttle as it began to land, ” For this reason, from tomorrow morning, you will start work on an Imperial ship. I got in touch with Admiral Aug’ca when I arrived home and he said there was still space available on his ship the ‘Pier’. “

No’rth stared at her father in disbelief, she shook her head, “But papa I…” She began but her father’s voice boomed within the shuttle, ” No, No’rth!” He rose to his feet and looked over his shoulder, ” that is final.”

The shuttle doors opened and Sa’vth walked through them.

No’rth stood up, a sad sigh escaped her lips, inhaling she held back the tears.

“Yes, sir.” She replied as the door closed.

No’rth’s eyes opened, the light of the room shone through her mask, she squinted as her vision slowly came back, ” Ma’m No’rth Happy 26th birthday” Said a voice. “A-are you okay?”

“Yes.” She replied. ” Just had a bad dream.”

The Five Girls: Elektra

Dr Fredrick Fauna sits around his computer tapping away at his keyboard. He picks up his cup of coffee and slowly sips it, the warm liquid runs down his throat causing him to shiver as the caffine runs through him. He needed it. He had to stay awake to finish his work. It would be his master piece, it would give him the attention he deserved. Fredrick worked for 30 years as a scientist at Gemini Cybernetics, the worlds leading corporation for research into artificial intelligence, cloning and Bio Weapons. Fredrick leans back against his chair, removes his glasses and runs his fingers against his eye lids. This was another long night and he had been awake from almost a week. He was putting his all into his secret work and he was almost at the finish line.

The lab door opens, Fredrick sits up and turns, his face shocked at first but he smiles. “I thought you went home long ago.” He says to the person, pushing himself out of his seat to face them. He extends his hand to his visitor and gives firm handshake. “I’m glad you’re here, I can show off my little pet project.” Fredrick’s smile widens as he walks over to his computer and types for a second. A hiss fills the lab, Fredrick points to a steel capsule as it turns to them. The metal doors slowly open and a woman is revealed. She has blonde hair, is no more than 5’9” tall, and dressed in black and pink latex. The girl opens her eyes, she stares at the two. Fredrick turns to his visitor, “She is the latest in Artificial technology. She looks like us, speaks like us, and has the ability to learn, to adapt.” He turns to her, “ She is my masterpiece, my perfection. All she needs is a name, and I have the perfect one.” Fredrick’s eyes darts from the girl to his work station, as he walks over to it his visitor follows close behind him. As the creator begins to type the perfect name for his perfect creation, he smiles up at her, content with his work. Fredrick gasps, his eyes widen as he stares at his creation, he gasps for air but it stops in his throat unable get to his lungs. He places a hand to neck and feels the air pouring from it. His blood feels warm on his finger tips. He gasps again and collapse to the ground. His last image is his visitor. One final gasp escapes his lips.

The visitor stands over Dr Fredrick Fauna, they taps his life less body with the tip of their shoe, a smile curves onto the visitor’s lips, then turns to the find the Dr’s creation standing before them, out of her resting place, her blonde hair shimming in the dim light of the Gen Cybernetics lab, her golden brown eyes stares at the visitor, she parts her lips and speaks, “My name is Elektra. I am my creators master piece.”

The Five Girls: Lieutenant Cydni Perth

Lieutenant Cyndi Perth looked out of the window of the ship that had been her home for the past 7 years. She smiled as she saw the familiar bright baby blue light of Earth’s atmosphere and she couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Back home once again safe in the arms of the beloved Planet. She couldn’t wait to once again be on solid ground, feeling the sand between her toes, the gentle breeze against her cheek, sweeping her hair into her face as she gazed up at the sky. ” Lieutenant Perth, ” The voice startled her, she turned to find a young Ensign Communications officer standing there, his face was one of surprise it seemed she startled him in return. ” I apologize Lieutenant for disturbing you, but you’re needed to in the comms room, Admiral Zane wishes to speak with you.” As the young officer spoke, Cyndi sighed once again, she knew a call from the Admiral was never a good thing.
” Thank you, Ensign.” She replied as she peeled herself from the window, she gave him a smile as he saluted, then followed him to the ship’s Communications Room. Cyndi Perth was no older than 25 years old, with strawberry blonde hair, she was slender for 5’4, with blue eyes and pink lips. Her skin was a creamy pale that lite up under the artificial lights of the ship ‘Bounty’.

As they arrived she could hear the voice of the Admiral speaking to one of the ship’s technicians, Cyndi couldn’t help but think the Admiral wasn’t herself and as she stepped into the room, she could see the Admiral’s expression that confirmed her thoughts. ” Hello Perth.” the Admiral spoke as her projected image stood calmly, the red color of the hologram enhanced the look of worry on her face, Cyndi noted this. “Hello Admiral Zane. I hope you are well.” Cyndi spoke softly as she smiled, her eyes never left the Admiral’s. “I wish I could say I was, Perth. We have had some worrying news.” Admiral Zane continued, she began to pace within the Holopad. “Admiral?” Cyndi spoke up, her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest and she could feel a knot in the pit of her stomach, a knot that told her that she would not be landing home after this conversation was over. Admiral Zane stopped pacing, she stood still her eyes fell to the ground, “Two months ago we sent a small team of a explorers to investigate a disturbance in the galaxy M82, also known as the Cigar Galaxy. Through out the mission the station maintained contact with those on the ship,” The Admiral paused, too a breath then continued, “That was until we lost it, that was a month ago. Our best scientists worked non stop to find out what happened to the signal. We had a break through about a week ago but unfortunately we were not able to reach any one.” Cyndi nodded as she listened carefully, the knot in her stomach tightened as the words she dreaded slipped slowly through Admiral Zane’s lips. ” You are the best team we have, Perth, you have new orders. Go to M82 and find the missing explorers. We were counting on them to tell us about the disturbances within the system, if there is something going on we must know if there is a need for active alert. After what happen in the Ursa Nebula we can not afford any more loses. ”

Cyndi nodded once again, ” Understood Admiral, we will plan a course to the Cigar Galaxy as soon as possible.” Admiral Zane smiles softly, ” Thank you, I’ll send the coördinates and intel on what we already have as soon as possible. Report everything and anything back to HQ. There might be something useful to us. Zane calling out.”

Cyndi sighed as she stared the blank empty communications room, her heart sank into her chest, ” So much for home.” She mumbled to herself as the console beeped informing her of the pending message. She sighed once again, and returns to her room, stepping through the sliding doors which closed behind her. She settled in front of her terminal, and opening the Cigar Galaxy report Admiral sent to her, she stopped and looked out the window at the bright baby blue ball that was home. Cyndi pressed her lips together, “Massa,” She called and a robotic voice answered.

” Yes Lieutenant Perth?”

“Set a plot for this course. RA 9.56.01 Dec 69.39’35.70″ and make it quick.”

“Right away Lieutenant Perth.”

Black History Month: Remember Together

Rev Martin Luther King Jr: January 15 1929 - April 4 1968

It is October 2010 and another year of Black History Month. As a black person growing up in the 21st Century, I always, on this day, take a moment to look back at the years before I was born. I cannot really say this world a free world. There is still oppression flowing around in the air, there is still racism, there is still hate. I can how ever say that, we (black people) as a race have grown, not only spiritually but intellectually.

Jesse Owens: September 12 1913- March 31 1980: Athlete

We have reached a point in our history where we can stand strong as a race and happily wave to our racial neighbours.

In this month I look back at the trouble that plagued us, how we showed many races that we are not lower than them but we are equal to them. I look back and smile with pride at Jesse Owens winning Gold in the Berlin Olympics showing Hitler that the Aryan is not the perfect race, there is not one perfect race, but many.

I look back at Poet Langston Hughes, writing his amazing Poem ‘The Negro Speaks of Rivers’ and I mouth the words “My soul has grown deep like the rivers”  with pride.

Langston Hughes: February 1 1902 - May 22 1967

I smile as my white friends tell me about black people that have turned their lives and together we remember Rosa Parks, the woman who didn’t give up her seat on the bus. Together we listen to Martin Luther King Jr’s speech about his dream and joke that he must have been psychic.

I shake my head and pray for those who have not accept that the world is moving on, those who have not accepted that we are all equal in the world. We are all human, we are all Earthlings and Earth is our home.

Black history month is about remembering the past and seeing how much it has changed.  It is a month for all races to come together and have a pint at the pub and chat about moving forward not back.

It is the day (February since Black History Month is in February in the US), I sat beside my grandfather as he told me:

“It is not Colour, Creed or Race but the individual.”

Rosa Parks: February 4 1913 - October 24 2005

Happy Black History Month Everybody

Peace and Love.

The Poem of 9/11

Remember Remember the 11th of September The day all Americans across the planet mourn.

At 11 in the morning the Twin Towers were torn apart planes that few around like a bird.

I was just a little’un then terrified of what I heard. In orange New Jersey, my first day of middle school running around playing in the hall

You can’t catch me, Eric! I was to call

As teacher came in screaming at us to stop our play around.

The Twin Towers, she said, had been hit and was falling to the ground.

We all stopped shocked at what we were hearing and we all stood there just staring.

I dropped into a seat and reached into my bag, pulling out a mag, I found in my room before school. On the cover were soldiers under fire, I stared at it as the teacher mumbled tearfully, how could they be so cruel.

Seconds later she came back to say, Go home, it’s a half day.

I walked quickly running almost wondering how this could be. At 12 years old, I was walking home a part of history.

I got home, and the building was so quiet. Many were just standing there head bowed and eyes closed someone there said, “I expect there will be a riot.”

Upstairs round the bend and through the door, I walked to my room and saw my sister and her friends kneeling on the floor.

Throwing my bag on the ground and stood at the door, my sister turned around. She called me inside and hugged me saying “Are you okay?”  I nodded staying quiet; I really didn’t know what to say.

In Breaking News, boomed the TV, two planes have hit the twin towers and another hit the pentagon that makes three.

We stared at the TV huddled together what about grandma, I said, she always in Manhattan.

My sister looked down at me, rubbing my head, don’t worry, dad called and said she was fine, she smiled though she was saddened.

Sigh of relief, losing my grandmother that would have been sucky. My heart sank once again remembering those who hadn’t been so lucky.

There I sat, in my sisters arms there I cried

For all of those who have lost their mother, father, grandfathers and grandmothers, aunts, uncles,  nieces and nephews brothers and sisters who just died.

4 months later my father sent to me to England to be safe on January 11th little did he know about the events of 7/7.

So here, on the anniversary on that fateful day

For those lost their lives and those who lost love ones, (No matter what religion you are) let us bow our heads a pray.

Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us on this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil for thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever and ever. Amen.