The windy wind rushing bust, | Chapter twelve #ep019, a wind rush-like story by E L Kelly
The wind rush types of stories happen in other imaginary worlds too, but this wind rush was a bust
Here now, is chapter 12a and episode #019.
Chapter Twelve: The windy rushing bust.
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The squares were there, worshipping a prayer. Contented in the
abundance of wealth which they had acquired. And savoring the abundance of
spare. Which would have accumulated there over the past year.
They were there yes, rebuilding the squared broken mess, after
the flaring up of tempers and the tearing down of the old dumpster, and more
so, upon the fear of the destruction of the new buildings again, the worry was
starting to set in again, after the rebuilding gears neared the end, Kingsley
needed to clear the air, and to pacify the people’s fear.
So, they would have continued on with the building, and yet more
buildings would have been happening, all around Kingsley King and his kingdom’s
rotten end.
They were building yes. But they were running too, like, they
were running on all cylinders boo, yes man, and then they would have started to
be running low on labor plan, especially cheap laborer like this one, like me,
and you too.
Yeah! That’s true, we are all stuck together here, and bundled
up in the same old canoe, can you? And now look, the ship is even now sailing
into view. Carrying much more of the same, as are the things to do. So, they
had was to look all over, trying to find for themselves, some new laborers.
And you know, they were to look over there. Like, looking over
their shoulders bare, and in looking they would have shuddered at what was to
come up and over, and to come seeing the beholder, they were beholding the
shouldering of all of the burdens, that of them carrying all of the burden, you
know, the burden of the United Affairs of all of the squares and the wares and
the tares fitting in, in there.
As well as the expensive fare which they would have been asked
to bear, in order to pay for the upkeep and the care, to keep things running
and humming and in keeping them always in forms top-tier.
And then they would have run headlong into miss fear, whether or
not the weather was to be fair, they would surely be needing to confront the
lady fear.
That was when they would have seen them. In looking over the
shoulder again, that was when they were to have seen the beholder, and
remembering that they were there, yes, way over yonder, no wonder.
Help was over there, they would have sworn not to swear, so that
no sign would have had the time to get in into the other guy’s ear chime.
But it would have been because they'd already known, you know,
they knew it all along that they were there, plenty and to spare, plenty of
laborers willing to offer up theirs for hers, you know, offering up their labor
to save her, or in return for a favor. Like.
For a pay-checker who gets to be the check her who plays
dominoes down there on the corner stoned sometimes on the other side of the
town. Down there where Decker lives with his wife, she who wears the plaited
multi-colored multi-toned greyish from a distant handkerchief on her head, and
who was to go aboard and boarded up the broad road and nothing else Hecker
sword said.
So, the ships would have gotten sent sailing, like, sailing over
on them there bawling and wailing, to do them in again. Or was it over you, and
over me too? Could have been so you know? True, true. But no. not so, at least
not yet.
They would have gone out again though, you bet, and waling yes,
even though it was still hailing, but soon the hammer will be nailing, like,
nailing away at the final clip as in the Lars cough in the crooks of the army
generals grip, generally speaking.
His friend would have been weeping, but he was there and
peeping, peeping on in. and in peeping in, he would have gotten to see them in
there. All of them.
Lies were lying there somewhere ably, wears long sleeve tunic
preferably, but as for Lars? And the way how they are? They were not there,
they want nothing more than something to eat and meager clothes to wear,
nothing more, and nothing less.
And yet no more than the more offerings of offers offered up to
them, and more of their Sunday best, like, like a job to have them go out and
to pass the test and what for?
For nothing more than for having them working the car to keep
the pothead engine a-boiling and the belly full but we hungry bulls, no longer
gnawing at knowing the plot, that which the squares would have already got, but
they, the circular worthless lot, they sure didn't know that.
And that said squared bearded haired sideshow would have gone
and go, like, you know! Like, like go back on promises owe.
And bust all of the sure bets, -no? Bets which they, the Lars
had set so far, -no? I thought it was so, that they did set those bets on the
broad hoe. No? Not so?
But wasn’t that the way it was before? Like, like, before they
would have up and go, gone down to the bank ways where they would have opted to
go, to go pick up little money and come back quickly quick, they would have
rowed.
Going further on down to the bar where they would go to class,
and took to taking the test but could not pass, and therefore won't ever get to
become a barrister’s boss, and gets to pay back the loss before they go. Still
owing their arrival there on easy street.
Owing it to some finer things which they wanted to but never did
eat, not by their sweet sweaty-browed brown teeth. Tooth toot tooting the horn
as is the customary norm, for much too long a day.
But gone is coming. They sure don't know that humming, no, not
yet. Go place a bet on it and win, sure thing.
…
Fast forward to the very next time when they would have gotten
vexed enough, messed up and upsetting the settings enough, so as to burst out
in a real sweat.
And that was not for the fact that they were not yet getting the
money, you know, that money check which they were hoping and wanting to get.
But sweat they would have yet.
Squares were sitting there, still somewhat comfy in the old
rocking chair, and when upon the comfort which would have come undone, and
disappeared, complaints would have been setting in scared.
Where comfort's end had first begun, threats would have been
looming on. They would have complained of having been wronged.
“How is it?” They were to spit. How is it that we are being made
to feel so uncomfortable in our very own land?” Came those questioning commands
rolling off of some square tongue, but to no particular one.
And they were appalled at how that was to be, imagery up-loading
the stare through to see, floating up through the eyeball booboo bumblebee.
Too many Larried brutes are out there on the quarries my youth.
Got to do something to clear the ear in truth, and clean up the un-circulating
abundance of spare, and banish them all out of here.
To go over there, a-pointy finger now appointed, anointed and
pointing, showing some of them there where they need to go …where? There.
She’s still pointing, “I’m here showing them somewhere to go,”
she would have said this on the slow, yes her, the anointed, she wanted us all
to know you know, “like, out there,” she further swear, or over there, or
anywhere else, anywhere other than for here. Not on our little piece of the
square no. no more.
So, the call would have gone outer, after being sent out to all
of the private members' doubters. And so came the scout which would have
shouted at the shouter, and did it not come in unto them? Louder?
“Come,” he would have hummed, come convene yourselves in private
chamber.
We’ve got important things here to do and remember, things we
must discuss and ponder, and so came the working wonders of reverse windy
rushing tongues of flaming fire, as was the desire.
But they did not plan on the wire, so, do you know what was
about to happen next, Dyer? Why, Oh why her? Go up higher, got to find us new
talents out there to hire. Or else, we are sure going to fry or, be left to go
frying fly-fishing out there on the bayou.
Loud and quick was to come the outcry, crying for all of it.
The complexity perplexing the fair city. Minority inferiority
complex was to be coming in next, crying tears came clear from all of the
people vexed.
So heels were to be found busily turning treks, retracing long
lost untraceable steps, and then, to pacify many, they would have called them
backers, could not have been made much more whacker. Bet burse. Could not have
been worse.
More work needs to be done before we go Zach-sacking them down,
money in the purse. Go on now go, go zap-head them down to the ground grinding
ground dead.
“We've still got this.” Wiseman would have said. He's known to
have a bright crown in his head, quite unlike some of the other well-known
brain dead. Not Wiseman though, one can never accuse him of such no.
He would have stepped up to the plate and stopped the dread, you
know, like, like stop the dreaded fearmongering Ned. “Next time,” he would have
said.
The next time when they leave this town, no one would have
known. That was the clever hands of squares the way was to have shown, go, show
them where to go. Wiseman, it is who would have said so.
So. Many Squares would have gone out there and created a problem
there where afore-times fair, there would have been none, all Lars will be gone
far away from there, by the time they are good and done. They won't be knowing
what had hit upon them, but gone they'll be.
“To any other place than here by me.” So said he. And they would
have done it all on their own free quit, quickly-quitting the willing bit.
But still, they are known to love a Jill, they sure do loves the
jack-jobbing and a bill, and as for Will? Yes, William will be wanting one
still. You know, the job thing, he will be juggling and hunting for one still.
So, here’s the thing for us to do. In order to get their finger out of the
stew.
Close up shop and make them watch and not get even so much as
time to chat, let alone to think, wink-wink. No, that would be absurd, this is
what I heard.
Believe here is the proper word, and since they don't ever nerd,
nor will they ever brilliance with the sword. Just fix them up with a word.
Don't you ever think them, just drink them, let them drink and
drive away the car from here, to go and get a job over there, by doing so you
would have fixed it you know, so that some of them won’t even need to quit.
Since they would have been dead from drunk-driving sick, while
on the way out of it, you know, like, while they are on the way going over to
some other sphere spout, they would have fallen hard upon a blow-out, and be
gone for good, no doubt. But as for this place right here? Oh no my dear. No more.
…
The discussion as it was to be remembered. Was highly geared at
cruising speed, in the private chamber. Counting the words now behind one
pointy finger. Just the way he likes it to be sometimes, like, like this time
-for instance. Wiseman was to be taking his in-stance, taking his preferred
better win stance.
"What, was, it, -tell me? What was that thing, which would
have brought them here… pulling a puff on his pipe now, before blowing smokes
in the air and continuing on with the questioning song… in the first
place?" Mr. Wiseman would have asked this, straight-faced.
He was to come up with an answer before anyone else there
proper. “A job!” Was what Mister Wiseman heard.
Turning the neck a quarter Bab, he was to lock faces up with the
nerd. And Wiseman would have responded in sobs. Huh, oh. Right, right you are
Mister Anserley. Right you are.
And what is that thing, which had kept them here for all of this
time… pausing again to take other puffs on the source of his brown teeth grime.
…instead of returning em backside back home to the places from whence at the
first they came?
A job –they still have jobs –no! Good high-paying jobs? No?
You know Mister Anserley, they never did give you the respect
properly, respect you so rightly deserve. You are quite a brilliant lad.
Brilliant indeed. Wow, take a nod, will you? Now, If Mister
Anserley here is correct, and the records will show that he is, you bet.
What then is that thing, what is that thing which is most likely
to have them on the next shipping plane language, or training programs
sandwich, anything, anything at all going, going out of here again?
He would have pointed this question squarely at all of the rest
of them there, and dearly. Ah, a job, I mean, not having a job? The answer was
to come from the now backside of him since he was all the while a-turning, and
seeking for some cohesive answering out of the rest of the other them, while he
was speaking, but. Right, you are again, Anes.
Facing up to the now red-faced Ainsworth always-answering Anserley.
My dear Chap. It seems as if you are the only one around here who did bother to
put on the cap, putting it upon the gap. You know! The thinking kind of a cap.
It did seem to us as if no one else, none of the other dimwit
belts, none of them seemed to have wanted in on it, they just weren't getting
in on the answering game bit. But then came the butting. Talking talks about
nothing.
But, but. Butted in the other natty nut.
Yes Sir, yes Mister Nattoo Smart.
But we, we have, I mean, they, don’t they have jobs? I mean.
They do have jobs here, more jobs are here than there are people to fill them
as a matter of fact. No?
Yes, yes Mister Smartass, sorry, I meant to say, Mister Nattoo
Smart, but things do change from time to time, don’t they? Things do have a way
of changing along the way, isn’t it so mister Smart? And that is where we, you
know, people like us, that is where we come in.
You, me and all of you honorable gentlemen sitting here. We are
who makes changes to happen around here. Isn't it so Mister Knowles?
Yes sir, right you are Mister Wiseman, yes sir.
Mister Knowles seemed to have known much more than the rest of
them clowns crowning the town end, so far as it applied to his answering the
Wiseman's questioning, and to his seemingly uppity upwardly altered confidence
seasonings. And hence...
To be continued with, Ch. 12b. And Ep. #020, coming soon. Be on the lookout. Don't forget to subscribe to this website to be notified on posts and updates. and also, subscribe to the youtube channel, iis4inkytv, like and share it too, the youtube channel is at, I is 4 inky, where you get a visual perspective of the story and hear the author read it. look for vids such as this, thank you. Go get the elk's books and others on my Amazon bookshelf.
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