I have dug out some short stories I have written over the years may be you could call it pieces of writing that has not been published because I am not sure whether it's good or not. Before I start with my pieces of writing I think I lie because I just one poem that could be a long poem or it could be a piece of writing depending how you want to look at. This first of piece is what I did on a Creative writing course.
Cat and owner.
The cat smelled a tin of whiskers' Super meat' as he was eating it while his owner drank a pint of lager, faggots, chips and peas.
The cat stared at his owner as if to say.
" Your food looks better than mine."
When they had both finished their food, the owner of the cat took off his Docs off his as he put on his slippers as he sat in the chair and put his feet on the poof.
He sat the cat on his lap.
The smell of food from both of them was still around.
The cat got off his owner's lap as he heard a nose, he looked through the window, shot through the open window as he saw a angry dog with sharp teeth who attacked him.
The owner put his coat, shoes and went to the pub for another pint of larger.
The cat became very restless while he was out.
so Mr Owner took off his coat and jumper, suddenly he saw his cat in the pub with his fur covered with blood so he took his cat home and called the vet.
The morning he bought a parrot, who kept on telling him that he had too much beer. Mr Owner put his feet up, he had not shut the cage well enough so he peaking the slippers of Mr Owner's feet while he was a sleep.
He bought the cat some fish then put it in a dish so Mr Owner ended up eating fish and chips.
For reason at night time the cat was restless wanting to in and out. Mr Owner called him a pain.
Up to date Cinderella.
Up to date Cinderella lived in a flat on Merry Hill, Warstones Wolverhampton, it was no castle. Up to date Cinderella always seemed to be in rags, she never seemed to have a fella. Her Mother always seemed to nag about doing the house work. That's all she did, she never seemed to have a life of her own. She never seemed to have any other clothes.
The up to date Fairy God Mother bought up to date Cinderella some very nice clothes, short tops, mini skirts, a black dress, black tights and a fur coat. It was a cold night so up to date Cinderella wore a black dress, tights and not forgetting black shoes.
" Where am I going up to date Fairy God Mother?"
" your going to the Waggon and Horses on the Cannock road."
" That's a bit common but it's better than no where at all."
" Like hell it is up date Cinderella, you will be traveling on the Travel West Midlands bus."
" Oh well that's nether polish or common?"
" Who will I be meeting by the way?"
" You will be able to get to know a group of people."
Up to date Cinderella caught the 6.00pm to the rough bus in Wolverhampton, then she was off on 6.30pm bus to the Cannock road. The up to date Fairly God Mother introduced up to date Cinderella to a lot of people but she saw Prince Spanish Anthonio giving her the eye, she took no notice until he kissed at 11.40pm and took to the bus stop. She started to feel very merry at the end of the night.
Up to Date Cindrella's Mother went mad when she saw the drunk state she was in.
The next morning up to date Cinderella went to town to do some shopping for her Mother. She saw the handsome man waving at her as he kindly bought her back her fur coat she left in the pub the night before because she rushed off for the last bus. He asked her out for a drink and he asked her for her mobile number as well.
It turned out they were together fifteen years on and off.
Sid the talking horse.
Hi my name is Sid. I am a horse who can talk! I am a welsh Arab breed. I am very very welsh. I am a very black stallion. My height is 14 to 15 hands. I live with my owners Bill and Mary Evans. They had two grown up children Susan and Dave.
When Susan and David were children, I was an untrained horse. Susan and David learned how to ride me. Now that Susan and David are grown up I am now twenty years older which is rather old in horsey years. You human beings have longer years to get old, us animals get old quicker.
The last time I saw Susan and David was while ago, they were living here with their parents. Susan had taken me out hunting. It was a very cold and muddy winter's day during in November. Susan could not believe how dirty and muddy I was.
" What are you doing Susan?"
" I am grooming you, Sid."
" Are you exercising me Susan?"
" I have already told you that I am taking you out hunting."
" Well Susan I don't know whether I feel twenty years older or younger."
" Well Sid you may well feel old when you get going with me today, you will feel twenty years younger."
Susan picked out the mud and stones out of Sid's feet.
" Mind my frog in my feet, Susan!"
" Don't be silly Sid trust me I have been working with horses all my life."
Susan brushed the mud off my legs with my dandy brush. She used a rubber curry comb after she brushed my mane and tail with the body brush, used a dandy brush to get the mud off legs. When Susan put on my tack on my back, I felt as if I had a bath.
As Susan mounted on my back off we jolly well went. When we got to those fields there were loads of jumps. I got as far as one jump, I could not believe it.
" Oh dear sorry Susan this is not like the old days."
" Oh Sid move!"
" Oh Sid if you don't move, I will use my whip."
Suddenly Susan gave me a little tap by my girth, off I jolly well went into slow trot because I was so unfit. I had not hunted for years. Susan gave me another tap when I got across the fields I went flying across the jumps like a very young horse again. I had so much freedom because Susan was as light as a feather. I would have had even more freedom if no one was on top of me. When the jumping was over we went into a slow trot again along those very empty fields. I was feeling rather tired.
" Oh Susan I feel like retiring."
" Oh Sid you are only saying this because you can hear the horns of the hunt."
People were hunting from every farm in Wales. Off came the hunts men. Animals such as foxes, hares and rabbits. I started to feel hungry. Susan got me into gallop to stop me eating the rabbits as they ran wild. I was so glad Susan stopped because I love all animals apart from myself.
It was almost tea time at last.
" Soon be time for tea." said Susan
" At last I am so tired."
Susan had taken me to my stables, I was so hungry I could not wait for my food. I banged my feet on my stable door to hurry Susan up. I could hear the water running into the bucket from the tape at last.
" Get me a drink of water please"!
" Hang on Sid, I am on my way now."
I huffed and puffed until my water came as I carried on stamping my feet on the stable door. When the water came I drank it like a fish. It was like a human being banging a pint glass on the bar. Sometimes I wonder if I am a fish or a horse.
" Now that I have had my water, can I have my food, Susan?"
As I almost kicked the stable door in.
" I am coming Sid, I am just mixing you when I can find your bowl."
" Hurry up Susan, I can here you stirring my feed."
" Your stirring trouble you are Susan."
" Very funny, Sid."
" If I was a human man, I'd pick up my plate out of the cupboard and bang on the table until I had my tea."
When feeding was over Susan left the stable door open by mistake. I thought I'd take a walk because I was bored. I started to feel full of life again after a hard days work. I think Susan fed me too many Oats. I cantered up the top of the yard. Along came Pickle Duck as she nearly went under my feet. There were many hens got in the way too.
" You under my feet, you silly Pickle Duck."
" Oh don't talk to me like that Sid!"
I started to feel tired again so I went very slowly into a trot then a walk.
There I saw Bill and Mary's house so I thought I'd go and take a look. I'd lived near there all my life but never seen the house as I lived on the farm. Well I can't remember Bill and Mary may have took me inside when I was a foal. I knocked on the door with my hoof.
" Who is this at the door? Shouted Bill in his Welsh deep voice.
" It's me, Sid the talking horse." In my Welsh Arab voice.
" Go away Sid, you know this house is only built for human beings."
" Oh please let me in Bill!"
" Oh Bill don't be so hard on him." said Mary
Bill huffed and puffed the idea of a horse in a human's house was just madness in Bill's thoughts.
" I only want to have a look round, Bill"
" Oh go on then!"
I just lay across the rug by the high flamed roaring coal fire. It was so relaxing I kept myself warm as Mary gave me a piece of homemade bread with very thick butter. I felt very sleepy but I felt bad laying because of Bill.
I asked Mary if I could look round the house. I would not dare ask Bill. There's no way he'd let me in but Mary would. I opened the living room door with my hoof and mouth. There was a bright pink rug on the living room floor, then I opened the door going up stairs to the bedrooms.
Suddenly I saw David.
" Hello David how are you"?
" I am fine thanks Sid."
David was far too shocked to see me as he hold of my mane, took me round through the tack room at the back of the house, right back to my stable. He very kindly gave me some hay and water to see me through the night. Written in 1993.
Holiday. Day one When seven year old Susan broken up from school, Mum and Dad took her to Mar gate on the train. Susan was most surprised at the shining steel railings on the train.
" That's how trains are. " said Mum
" When is the train coming."
" About five minutes, Susan."
The engine was streaming and blasting, as the wheels were going round very fast. Susan was very excited.
While the family were waiting for the taxi to the hotel, it poured down with rain so out came the coats. The strange thing was it was so sunny at home. Everyone seemed fed up.
" What a fine break is this." said Dad
" Give it time Dave, we have only just got here!" said Mum
The taxi turned up to take them to the hotel. As soon as they were in their rooms and got their bags sorted. Susan said.
" Come Mum and Dad, let's play snap."
" That's a good idea Susan." said Dad
Suddenly the sun started to shine, it was lovely and warm. Susan was very excited again she changed her mind from playing snap to going to the beach. She wanted to see the sun and sand just like all children do.
" Let's go to the beach."
Everyone got everything ready for the beach. By the time the family got to the beach it started to rain. again. It really was a good job, they had taken their rain coats. The sea was crashing over the rocks, water was shattering, it ran through the shore and it was rushing over the cliffs. The sand was blowing in people's eyes through the heavy wind. There came the sound of thunder over the mountains.
Day two. Good morning. Dad took some trousers for Susan in case it rained. The sun shone all morning long. Dad had taken Susan out fishing with her net, with Dad's help she caught a piece of salmon for tea. Dad had skinned the fish. Susan very excited to eat the fish but she did not like it be skinned. She was not sure whether she wanted to eat the fish or not with it been alive one minute and dead the next.
Dad and Susan went for a swim. David swam along Susan with her arm bands on. The water seemed to get deeper as David held on to Susan as they swam back to the sand. On the way back the water seemed to start to get shallow as David and Susan found a treasure box while the water was a little deep. Susan opened the lid.
" Look Dad."
" Wow." said David as he looked.
David told Susan that it was old money that he used to spend as a little boy. Susan was amazed. All old sliver, gold and notes still great condition but could not be spent. It was so hard to find the history and how it got there. David took the box to the bank them his detail so they could write to tell about the money box when they found out themselves. A few weeks after the holiday David contracted the bank they told him they could not find out anything, which was sad.
In the afternoon, the family went on the ferry to France. The sea was very rough and Susan was very sick sea. David and Emily managed to get Susan a travel sick pill from the staff on the ferry. Susan felt a sleep then woke up to feel much better.
When the family got to the beach, the sun was shining in the lovely blue sky. Susan and Mum collected shells in a bucket. Mum put them into a polythene bag, so they could built sand castles, towers and sand pies.
Susan and Mum went for a swim while David had a relaxing afternoon. Susan near enough had a mouthful of sea water and spat it out, it was very salty. Susan caught crabs, cokes, whelks, and jellied eels with a fishing net. When they came back David went fishing.
The weather had got better compared with the first day they came. It was a very shocking storm first day on the beach.
Day three. Good morning. David got out his motor boat while Emily and Susan were enjoying swimming in the sea. It was very much the same kind of day as day two. It was just a very happy family holiday. Susan did not want to go anywhere else but the beach. She loved wearing her little pink swim wear, orange arm bands and white swimming cap.
In the afternoon David went sailing his yacht after lunch. The fresh wind cooled David down from the heat.
Susan and Emily were having a lovely time riding the donkeys on the beach. They were making the most of the last day, it was fun for Susan.
Day Four. Good morning. Susan wanted to stay the full six weeks holiday but David had to go back to work the next day. In fact the whole family would have liked to have stopped a bit longer.
On the way home Susan asked the same questions about the train as she did going. The family were not looking forward to going back to Wolverhampton. Late 20th century onwards.
Negative to positive.
David Sars Bride was a Wolverhampton man with a learning disability. A lot of things were playing on David's . It just seemed as if society was not accepting David's disability, this made David very angry. He kept on blaming himself for been how he was and been born in the first place.
David just wanted an equal life like everyone else but he could not seem to get the same rights as everyone else. The main thing he wanted in his life was a job. Don't get me wrong he had little jobs but employers put him on the same job all day long. It made him feel bored, fed up and angry.
David got very well with his brother John so well that it made him very angry that he could not go to the same school as John. David had to go to Penn fields special school. The school did not support david with his school at all because that was not possible when David was a child.
John became a very successful business man in art and design even though he did not have time for relationships, children or his parents. When he did have time he support his parents with David.
John and David had not had a holiday since childhood with their parents, which was the in1950s and 1960s.
It was Friday 13th October 2000, when David went to Wolverhampton college Bilston from the Job centre. The Job centre gave David a lot of stress over getting work and not getting work. This good David in a very bad mood. He started off very calm as he enrolled on his Sociology course. He walked into the canteen. He stood in the quene for a bacon and egg sandwich and a cup of coffee. The quene was very long and he could not wait for the staff to cook the bacon and egg. When David had bought his food and drink, a student named paul who was a lot younger than David looked at him very strangely. David did not like the look of paul because his hair was dark black, thick and brushy. All Paul said was.
" Alright mate,"
" What's your problem, mate?" asked David as he throw his hot coffee all over Paul.
Suddenly David took one bit out of his bacon and egg sandwich, it tasted off and smelled bad so he throw it all at Paul.
" Godness sake, what's up with you!" said Paul
The egg run down Paul's face.
" You looked at me strangely because of my disability."
No one did a thing about the row.
The truth of the matter was it was not as bad as what David thought. Paul did not think what David thought at. David just did not feel understood by non - disabled people. The Job centre did not help David either but then David should have tried to have been more calm in himself.
David moved on to the library to get some books for his course. He should have been looking for Socology books but he was looking at the psychologhy books instead, he was standing at the wrong stands. For a long time David walked round the library in an aggressive mood following this young female student Mandy about. She wore a short mini skirt, a pink low neck with her bra poking out, brown leather boots and long dune blond hair. David was just about to lose his temper with her until suddenly she told him some good news out the blue.
" My name is Mandy I work for Mencap in Wolverhampton, they are looking for a Learning Disability speaker, would you be interested?"
" Oh yes, I will fly for the chance, I am sick of doing the same job all day long."
" Well it be like that anymore, you will be doing different things."
The day Mandy took David for an interview as he canceled he Sociology course. David just was not thinking straight at that time. Written 2003 onwards.
Taking it out on others, very quick changes.
Sam and Bob Johnson were twin brother, they both had disabilities and they lived in Dudley. Bod was in car crash in 1980. They were very successful business men working in night clubs in the 60s and 70s. They dressed very smart suits and the women loved them. They were both students at Dudley college study Business management.They went on boys nights out together. They led equal lives despite of their disabilities
Sam's behavior changed him very quickly after he lost his brother Bod died in a car crash in 1980. Sam and Donna were going to get married but after Bob died but she could not cope with Sam's behavior. Sam hit the drink very badly. Sam went from been a lovely young man to a nasty old man. Sam's Mum Jean was too old take Sam's bad behavior. Jean was very scared of Sam mainly when he had been drinking too much. Sam was very bad tempered and dangerous. Jean was near enough having a nervous break down. Jean was mot strong cope with her son's behavior because of age and having to cope with her other son's death. Sam was making her worse with the way he was coping with things. Jean ended up not wanting anything to do with Sam anymore because of the sake of her age and health. He gave her no choice but kick her son out her life.
" You will have to go Sam, you are making me ill."
The way Sam spoke to Jean was not nice.
Sam moved to Wolverhampton known as a dangerous tramp, he was a very well known unlikeable man. Sam lost his business and everything. He slept and walked the streets of Wolverhampton. People who faced him were scared of him. As the years flew, he could not be bothered looking after himself. He never kept himself clean or change his clothes. He smelled like a tramp. He sat on park benches eating fishing, chips and having loads to drink and smoke.
He smoked like an old hag.
As the years rolled on the pain and anger over the loss of Bob got worse, it ate Sam up inside himself more and more. He was liked very few people.
He just could not move on, he found it very hard to. When people advised him to move on, he used to go mad, he would say.
" He was my brother, leave me alone!"
People walked away so he did not have any friends because he was not very nice to them. Sam never tried hard enough to help himself.
One day Sam was walking through Wolverhampton town centre. His mood got even worse than ever but that did not surprise people. He rushed around here, there and everywhere. He knocked into people without a care in the world. Pushing people down and meaning it as well.
Sam walked into the Counseling services to get help to see if he could get advice to cut down on his drinking. His behavior was so bad that staff did not want to help him. He could not and would not help himself, he was also very bad tempered.
Sam hung around outside until counseling place closed. It was Friday 31st October 2003. A young dun blond seventeen year old Y.T.S girl named Susan walked out. She wore blue jeans, black boots and a white tee shirt. Sam ran very quick round the back of the building. When he heard the key lock the door, he ran back round again. Strangely Sam wanted some money for some Crack cocaine. He put his hand round Susan's neck. He spoke in her ear.
" Keep quiet or I will slit your throat open." As he held a knife across Susan's neck.
" Have you got any money?"
Susan opened her purse, she only had £2.00, which was not enough for him. Sam cut her throat , as he flipped his blood shout eyes and grinned his teeth. Sam strangled Susan to death. Written 2003 onwards.
Working teenage boys. Mum trusted her boys Alan and Robert to take care of household while she was working until 10.00pm. When she got home she was hoping to find the boys in bed ready for school the next morning.
Robert was very fed up because he could not go out with his friends. The society in London started to get worse in the 1990s, Mum did not want her boys mixing with the wrong children. Parents were breaking down with a lot of upset and anger.
Alan asked Robert to change into his normal clothes after school.
" Oh Robert don't give me a hard time, you sound just like Mum."
"Don't you give me a hard time, I am on my own, your not fare and I am trying my best to do things right."
" I should feel free with you, I'd understand if you were Mum Alan."
" Don't push your cheek with me, Robert!"
" Do as I tell you in the first place, Robert then you can help me cook the tea."
" I have got home work to do."
" So have I Robert but the house needs to be taken care of as well."
Robert huffed and puffed.
" As Mum is not here I have to make sure that we are both doing our bit, Robert."
" I have had enough of this, Alan."
" Get up stairs and change your clothes, Robert!"
Robert could see that Alan was ready to lose his temper, so he changed his clothes and watched the television. Alan wanted Robert to cook the tea and wash up.
" Get up lazy bones, work has not stared yet."
Robert ribbed up his home work note pads, paper, text books and the lot.
" Right Robert, I am ringing Mum."
Alan rang his Mum, Mum spoke to Robert.
" Your so unfair, now I have to pay for all those books for the school."
" Now you can start off by doing paper rounds, you hate hard work don't you Robert!"
" I am not worried about that Mum, Mr Davis is going to kill me for not doing my work."
" You only have yourself to blame Robert, I think Mr Davis will be more cross about the damage books than the home work."
" Now help Alan out Robert otherwise I'll think of other ways to make life hard for you."
Alan managed to get Robert to tidy the mess up but it took a lot of hard work for him to get him to do it. Robert knew he would not get any food or pop if he did not help with the house work.
Robert knew he only had himself to blame for the damage of the home work.
" Good bye Robert, you have finely done some work, why is hard work to get you to do some work?"
Robert went quiet.
The boys eat their fish, chips bread and butter drank their glass of lemonade as they passed the the sauces and things . Suddenly Robert started flicking peas under the table which made Alan angry yet again.
" What are you doing Alan?" asked Robert as he was laughing.
" I am trying get away from your bad table manners Robert, this no laughing matter."
Robert started picking his spots. Robert had ginger hair, freckles and he was over weight. He blow his norse on his green school jumper as Robert kept on telling him to change school clothes to home clothes. Mum was unhappy with Alan because he should have been cooking a meat and veg dinner but Robert wanted fish and chips.
Suddenly Alan heard a smash, it made him very angry.
" What can I do to get a bit of peace"?
Robert smashed all the crocks so he did not have to wash up. Alan read Robert like a book.
Alan ended up sweeping all the mess up, this made Alan more and more angry. In the end he did not feel like doing his own home work but he had to do it. Alan loved his education but Robert did not. Alan was so tired he had to force himself to do his home work. He was not going to get himself a mess like Robert.
" Can I have some Apple pie and custard?"
" I don't see why you should Robert, after what you have put me through tonight. "
" We have no dishes, no plates, no cups, nothing and Mum is going to kill us both."
" You have to do without Robert, you should not have smashed everything up."
Robert just went around banging doors and giving Alan dirty looks, Alan just took no notice.
Alan did his home work and left Robert to it.
When nothing could get more worse than suddenly Alan could smell something burning in the house.Alan was close to a break down. Robert tried cooking in the saucepan, it was black and Robert stuck it in the dog's bowl.
" Taste that Alan, it's lovely."
" No thanks, Robert!" shout Alan in a very angry voice.
" I would not taste your cooking even if you paid me, Robert."
" Get away from me Robert!"
Alan did not know what to do next. Robert banged the door and stormed out his bedroom. Robert was in a bad mood all night long because he could not see his low life friends. It was a very time for boys of 13 and 15, even more stressful for Alan having to control his brother.
At last it was peace and quiet for Alan. Robert spent the rest of the evening in his bedroom. Alan looked in the mirror, he could see the bags under his big brown eyes. Alan stopped longer to tell his Mum about Robert otherwise he would have been in bed. Mum was well pleased with Robert, he was grounded for a week. The week after he was grounded he did paper rounds to save up money for the damage of the school books and breaking Mum's crocks. 2003 onwards.
Making sense of it all.
Mala Kaur was born in Bombay India in 1949. She never spoke of her childhood, it was too painful for her.
At the age of sixteen she moved to England in 1967. Friends from Bombay paid for her to get to London, then she was on her own. She had knocked on many doors asking for money. People turned her down because they did not know her. She slept on the street begging for money until people got to know her and had trust in her. She was always talking to herself because no one would talk to her. She was very unsure what to do with her life. She felt guilty for begging but she no choice.
" I never thought life would be like this." she said to herself,"
A few weeks came down the line, Mala finely made a friend. His name was David who lived with his parents. David would give Mala so much money a week. Mala stopped begging for money, she made more friends. David felt very sorry for Mala, their friendship grew and grew into love but that love did not last forever. Mala had got a job in paper job and started paying her but that job not last, the staff could understand her. The employer put her on a college course to learn English but she left because there were a good many students she did not get on with. As soon as she lost everything she lost David as well. David robbed her for every penny and kicked her out the house, she also turned to drugs, then in jail.
One day Mala walked into the Victoria pub, people give her strange looks and stared talking about her.
" That young girl has been there a while Fred but no one has spoke to her,"
" I know John, it's hard to understand her because she does not speak English,"
" I have seen her sitting on streets Fred talking to herself and begging for money, "
" Asking for money is the only I have heard her speak, Fred,"
" Strange, John,"
" Did she say her name at all, Fred?"
" No not what I am aware, John," Wednesday 7th November 2007.
The wondering boy who lived in a field.
He was put in a field called Kingswood common how he was there was unknown. He was born in round the 1800s. He was in a world of his own. He did not have a name. He wore rags and his history was unknown before Kingswood common. He lived in stewberry field. When he was found everyone was amazed he lived all those winters all those years with such heavy snow.
It was one winter's morning when Mr Robs notice him the first time pottering around in the field. It was a cold winter's morning when Mr Robs asked.
" When the summer comes, would you like to work for me as a stewberry picker but for now you can dig up the snow."
" Oh yes please." said the strange boy when he was the age of five.
A little Mr Robs knew that the boy had a learning disability, no one else knew. No one knew him anyway, he was seen but not heard. My Robs notice that the boy and himself were not understanding one another very well. Mr Robs knew there was a problem but he did not know what.
Mr Robs took the boy to the Coal mines, which was just down the road from the pony and trap.
" What's your name boy?"
The boy looked very confused as if he did not understand plus he could not speak very well either. The boy stood looking into space instead of looking at Mr Robs while he was talking. Mr Robs suddenly took out his whip and belt to him because the boy was not answering him. Mr Robs got more and more cross because he had never come across people misunderstanding before. Mr Robs did not see it like that he thought the boy was been rude.
" Do you have a tonge in your head, boy?"
Well it turned out no one had even tried to teach the boy anything, he all left on his own. He was trying to talk but he was finding it very hard.
" Pick up the coal!" shouted Mr Robs
The boy jumped out of his skin. He ran away as Mr Robs chased him with the cain. The boy was very scared, confused and he was not use to any human being. He had never had a memory of anyone been nasty or nice to him but after that he had flash backs and nightmares. In the end females ended up feeling sorry for him. He did not know how to answer people. He was very scared of males after what Mr Robs did to him, he was scared of the big wide world.
Although the boy could not speak, Mr Robs could tell how he was feeling even though he did not understand what was wrong. He looked at Mr Robs as if he was telling him to go away, with the look he was giving him.
Mrs Price was a Green grocster, she was very cross with Mr Robs.
" What do you think you are doing?"
" Mind your own business, woman."
" I asked him question he would not answer me."
" May be he's scared of you, Mr Robs."
Very slowly the boy started to come out of himself. Mrs Price learned that he could not speak so she taught him to speak. It took he about five years to speak, she even gave him a name. She named him Albert.
Mrs Price's husband Mr Price was a very hard man but not as hard as Mr Robs. Albert had temper paddies and wet himself, when that happened Mr Price cained him as Mrs Price broke down in tears. Little did people knew that Albert had Mental health problems. Things were really bad, Albert was still misunderstood.
One day Albert escaped from Mr Robs, he was just about caught him by getting run over by a pony and trap. At that point for some strange reason Mr Price was very drunk, he hit Mr Rob in the face. Albert had a fit through the shock of almost been run over, Mr Robs put a spoon in Albert's mouth in thinking Albert was been naughty. The got himself off the road when he came round, no one knew he was having a fit. He tried walking to the common where he know, he walked slowly as he was weak on his legs.
" You should not take children to the pub, you have got the boy drunk."
" What a horrible thing to say, Mr Robs I would not do that."
" What is the point saving this child, he does not speak, move or do anything, Mr Robs."
" Don't let your wife hear you say that, Mr Price!"
" There's nothing wrong with the child he's just naughty but he still has the rights to live."
Mr Price was so drunk he could not hardy speak himself.
Mr Price took Albert by the hand despite of been drunk. Mr Robs thought Mr Price took Albert to the pub as Albert was weak on his legs. When Mr Price bought Albert to his House, Mrs Price gave him a lolly pop from the Old Sweet shop and wiped the tears out his eyes. Mrs Price was like a Mother to Albert.
" Would you like some clothes , Albert?" asked Mrs Price but Albert did not seen to understand, Mrs Price did not get cross with him because she knew that was the way Albert was.
Mrs Price took Albert out to buy some clothes. From a boy in rags he turned out to wearing verlet suits. In time Albert started to smile, he showed his bright blond hair which had been washed in soap and those bright blue eyes that bought the girls alive. Mrs Price even gave Albert a bath, he felt such a different boy.
Mrs Price went off to see Mr Robs at the coalmines to show off her clean and smart dressed boy.
" I am not having him in the coal mines dressed like that, Mrs Price!."
" Don't you worry Mr Robs, this clean boy is going to no coal mines!"
" This boy can work for you Mrs Price now."
" Well jobs are cleaner than your Mr Robs."
Suddenly Albert pushed Mr Robs down the mines, he suddenly came out with.
" I will never get dirty again, well not over your dead body."
" Too right, Albert you won't get dirty again." said Mrs Price
" Mr Robs is so thick that he is coal." said Albert
Mr Robed choked himself to death on the coal.
Years and years went on after Mrs Price died, Albert still had to go through a lot of misunderstanding with people. Everyone thought he was rude and naughty. It got so bad that Albert ended up in jail not understanding why he was there. Albert wondered in and out of jail. It turned out that he had a lot of mental illnesses, until he took his own life and he could not take anymore. If Albert would have been born a century later, things may have been better for him.
Mr Price was a sound man when he did not drink too much, he did get on with Albert sometimes even better than Mr Robs did sometimes. He could be hard on Albert sometimes but nice to him two. When Mr Price died it upset Albert very badly, he remembered the good times that he found hard to talk about. Albert even had a speech problem when Mrs Price taught him to speak. Written 2007 onwards.
Hidden Murder.
John Brown lived in a black and white house on the Yorkshire moors. The house was very much out in the sticks for a young man in the 1960s. His house was on a very land.
John was doing his ironing on hot summer's day of Friday 30th June 1963, he was 21 years old. His five year old daughter Julie was breaking from school. He was in his back kichen John was happy he was in love with his girlfriend Susan he sang along to his Beatles LP. Even though he was on his on at the time, the patio doors were open and the birds were singing. Suddenly someone came behind John while he was ironing, he was not excepting a shock like that. The person grabbed him by the neck of his white tee shirt, a knife when through the spine of his back as he skit on a banana skin, he came down with the ironing board and the wire of the iron caught spikes.
It was 4.00pm when the child miner Donna dropped his five year old daughter home from school. Donna saw a man in a black mask, leather jacket and gloves as she was driving, he was walking along the country lanes. Donna took no notice. Donna knocked and knocked door. It seemed very strange that there was no answer. It was very strange because normally John opened the door right away. Lucky the patio doors open. Poor five year old Julie walked into the kichen to find dried blood out of her young Father's head, a knife through his back and a banana skin stuck to his shoe. Julie yelled a shock of her dead Father, donna found it hard to believe what happened. Blood was all over the ironing board cover and all over the clothes on the ironing borad.
" Daddy!" Julie screamed
Donna and Julie were both as white as ghosts. Julie was shaken as Donna calmed her down.
The murderer took off his mask he was a blond haired man with dark brown eyes. Written 13.2.2003
Family drama.
Maria was a little girl who raised her seven brothers and sisters in the first world war while her was working to make ends meet. She grow up to marry an evil man named George German but the marriage ended after 20 yrs. After the married ended Maria's daughter Mandy had a disabled daughter named Alice. Mandy had to go out to work to pay the bills look after her daughter. Maria looked after Alice while Mandy was at work.
A few years before Alice was born, Maria send Mandy to the pub to ask for money for food. George looked very old even when he was very young. He was a bit of an army great coat hung round his shoulders, revealing a blue suit that had seen better days.
His food was all down his tie, outline his lunch meni he smelled of fish, chips and pub. He sat in the pub wearing steel caped boots that he wore for work. He wore a mental cup with a string round his neck because he begged people for his beer money even though he was working. He should be using his working money on his and children. He was a very greedy man.
When he did not go home to his wife, he's sleep rough with all kinds of strange rough drunk women, which was unknown to Maria. May be he was a tramp who slept with female tramps.
He steady leaned across the pub table as his oldest daughter Mandy who was 13 entered the pub. His trousers were too long as they dragged on the floor and in the mud.
" Dad, have you got any money for Mum for food?"
" Go home your just a child, go to bed and you must not be in this pub young lady."
" I will put a check in the post."
Mandy was shaking like a leaf when she he Father so angry and drunk.
" You after my money again, aren't you?"
He took off his belt off his trousers to his daughter, scared the life out of the poor child.
Mandy was too scared to speak.
" Go home!"
" I'll whip you will my belt, I don't give a dam who is there."
" You are having no money off me, this is my beer money."
In August 1984, Mandy got married at Saint Peter's church Wolverhampton before she took her guests to the Victoria hotel. On that morning George went into The George pub as soon as it opened. There were mates in there he had not seen for 20yrs.
As soon as George turned up at the church half way through the service, the family knew he was drunk, he could not hardy walk in a straight line. His behavior in the church seemed very calm. The whole family were stilling hoping he would not turn up at the hotel, they were dreading it. Sadly for the family he turned up. Well Mandy did not mind him been there.
The family entered the Victoria hotel.
George did not like Germ's husband Tom. George started shouting at Maria for letting Mandy marry Tom.
" Mandy should not be marrying that man, he has a bloody other woman."
" It's Mandy's life, your always like this when you have too much to drink, don't swear at me George, you know I don't like it!"
" How can you let this bloody happen, Maria?"
" Mandy is 31 yrs old, she an adult she will do what she wants whether like it or not George, please stop swearing."
Maria thrown Mandy's wedding cake right in George face as strangely he was falling anyway through been drunk.
" I swear if I bloody want to swear."
George nose started to bleed as the sliver when up his nose.
" Mum, look what you have done, I have worked hard baking that cake and plus you have knocked Dad out."
" Good Mandy, he gave me plenty of beatings when I married to him, now it's my turn."
Germ laughed when Maria throw the cake but Mandy did not find funny after she spend hours baking it .
Mandy her sister Germ.
Follow on from the cake.
" Germ can you drive Dad to the hospital?"
Germ huffed and puffed at the idea of taking her drunk and ill Father to hospital.
" Yes, I really will to do that Mandy."
It turned out as bad as Germ thought, George behaved very badly as he started rowing with his youngest daughter in the car. He just got worse as even the nurses were scared of him. On a very hot day, he a very long blue thick coat, he must have been boiling but he was too dangerous for anyone to take his coat off.
Maria's best friend Sue was a nurse.
When George came round.
" Why did you leave my coat on Sue?"
" You were too drunk George."
George laughed.
" Not funny George, are you still married to Maria?"
" No way, I can't spend my money on what I want to when I am with her."
" You mean drink don't you George?"
George laughed yet.
" Not funny, George."
Mandy and Maria entered as Germ came back from having a coffee.
" What are you two doing here?"
" I feel guilty about throwing the cake at your Dad."
" Don't be silly Mum, I don't." said Germ
" Mum, that was just class when I saw you thrown that cake." said Germ
" I don't think it's funny, she could have killed Dad." said Mandy
" Good." said Mandy as she laugh
" You mean you are, Mandy."
" So were you when you cut my eye lashes when I was little."
" Go on you two go and have a coffee and calm down."
Maria went out for a smoke as the girls had a coffee.
The girls entered the ward to find their Mum kneeling at their Father's hospital bed kissing. They both look shocked after all these years.
" Mum, fancy another coffee, let's have a private word?"
" Ok, Germ."
As they entered the cafe Germ said.
" Mum, are you mad, are you both back together?"
" I would not be kissing him otherwise."
" Why, Mum?"
" I felt guilty about the cake, we thought we'd give it another go."
" That's no reason to get back together."
" I have something to tell both you and Mandy."
" Ok, we will talk about it when go back to the ward then!"
There was a very long pause on the way back from the cafe to the ward between Maria and Germ.
When Germ and Maria entered the ward, Maria asked the girls.
" How do you feel about me and your Father getting back together?"
" I don't know, Mum." said Mandy
" Well I have breast cancer and I feel bad about throwing the cake at your Father."
The girls had both asked their Mother how long she had Breast cancer but she had only found out a couple of days ago. Germ was rather angry because she was worried that her Mum going back with her Dad with the way he would give her more still with her Breast cancer. Mandy thought this point in time it was better than her been a lone. This caused Mandy and Germ to full out because they did not have the same views about their parents getting back together. May be Maria having thrown that cake at George gave her chance for the first time to get her anger out on him on what he did years before but then she felt as if she had done a crime.
" All the hard work I went through baking it." said Mandy
" That no reason to get back together. " said Germ
" Blood is thicker than water as long as they love one another." Germ
There were a lot of things going through Germ's mind but did George, make up your own . 12.12.09
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