Writing prompt: Chris Maunder and the Mystery of Fig Tree Pocket
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Hi chaps - writing comp, the topic is "Chris Maunder and the Mystery of Fig Tree Pocket" - the prize is entertainment and the adoration and adulation of your peers. Make it say - 3 paragraphs max. Bryce
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"Damn Kid, get your arse out of here and don't-cha come back ya' hear" Maunder skittered out of the yard tearing away from Mr Wright's house in Fig Tree Pocket - or as the local kids called him - Mad Old Wogger. Luckily Chris still had his screwdriver set and electronics gear in hand - he'd dropped a resistor or three - but he could pick those up from the shop anytime. Luckily Old Wogger didn't have his legendary shotgun handy or Chris was sure a round or two of rocksalt and beans would be flying in the general direction of his fast moving posterior. He rounded the corner, stopped and caught his breath while leaning on a Jacaranda tree. Old Wogger's house was rumored to be be the testing lab for a new type of server - Mad Old Wogger, the story went, had been working on new ways of generating power for it from pure alcohol without burning it. No one was sure where the rumours started, Chris had initially thought that Dalek Dave had concocted it for a laugh, however the stacks of whiskey bottles and spare electrical equipment in the bins behind the house seemed to confirm the theory. It was also true that most the kids of the neighborhood had been trying for weeks to figure out exactly what was going on in Old Wogger's basement and Chris had been trying to set up a monitoring system with a new fibre optic camera threaded through the basement window "Shit" thought Chris- "I left my iBook behind." From a distance he heard whooping and then maniacal laughter. *boom* went the shotgun.
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Hi chaps - writing comp, the topic is "Chris Maunder and the Mystery of Fig Tree Pocket" - the prize is entertainment and the adoration and adulation of your peers. Make it say - 3 paragraphs max. Bryce
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Hi chaps - writing comp, the topic is "Chris Maunder and the Mystery of Fig Tree Pocket" - the prize is entertainment and the adoration and adulation of your peers. Make it say - 3 paragraphs max. Bryce
MCAD ---
Chris Maunder wondered where a Fig Tree kept its wallet and keys... The answer? In the Fig Tree Pocket!! Mystery solved.
Quad skating his way through the world since the early 80's... Booger Mobile - My bright green 1964 Ford Falcon - check out the blog here!! | If you feel generous - make a donation to Camp Quality!!
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Hi chaps - writing comp, the topic is "Chris Maunder and the Mystery of Fig Tree Pocket" - the prize is entertainment and the adoration and adulation of your peers. Make it say - 3 paragraphs max. Bryce
MCAD ---
The warm rain was making temporary craters in the red mud as I trudged to where the yellow flowers, their petals waving angrily at the storm, were surrounded by the stark contrast of the blue and white Police Incident tape, the ends of which flapped maniacally in warning. "Daffodils?" I said to the young constable, visibly shivering in the moonlight. "Sir, yes sir!" He'd been watching too many American army movies. I played along. "At ease, soldier" I surveyed the scene. It was obvious someone had taken care with this site - the third we'd found. I knew we'd find no evidence - no prints, nothing. This guy was meticulous. Just a circular copse of flowers, neatly planted and mulched. It was the mulch that was the problem. Red and glutinous, with hair mixed in with starkly white pieces of bone. "Anything new?" I asked the young copper - expecting a sad shake of the head. I did a double-take that Dean Martin would have been proud of, as the constable replied "Just this, Sir. Looks like he dropped it when he was disturbed." I looked to where his hand pointed; rainwater pouring off the end of his finger toward the chain. A clue at last! The chain was heavy, looked new. About four feet long. And covered in a macabre mess of matted fur and gut. "Looks like he killed 'em here, then spread 'em" I mumbled to myself. "Sir?" asked the still shaking copper "Can I ask you something?" "Go ahead, son" "Well, Sir, why Daffodils? I mean, don't you usually get Tulips from hamster jam?" Time seemed to freeze. Two and two suddenly stated to add up to four again. In this stormy copse in Fig Tree Pocket I'd finally solved the case; now I just needed to prove it. It's too dangerous for me to reveal the culprit in writing - but I'll leave a clue... Mixed up chain murders reveal the suspect (5, 7)
PooperPig - Coming Soon
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The warm rain was making temporary craters in the red mud as I trudged to where the yellow flowers, their petals waving angrily at the storm, were surrounded by the stark contrast of the blue and white Police Incident tape, the ends of which flapped maniacally in warning. "Daffodils?" I said to the young constable, visibly shivering in the moonlight. "Sir, yes sir!" He'd been watching too many American army movies. I played along. "At ease, soldier" I surveyed the scene. It was obvious someone had taken care with this site - the third we'd found. I knew we'd find no evidence - no prints, nothing. This guy was meticulous. Just a circular copse of flowers, neatly planted and mulched. It was the mulch that was the problem. Red and glutinous, with hair mixed in with starkly white pieces of bone. "Anything new?" I asked the young copper - expecting a sad shake of the head. I did a double-take that Dean Martin would have been proud of, as the constable replied "Just this, Sir. Looks like he dropped it when he was disturbed." I looked to where his hand pointed; rainwater pouring off the end of his finger toward the chain. A clue at last! The chain was heavy, looked new. About four feet long. And covered in a macabre mess of matted fur and gut. "Looks like he killed 'em here, then spread 'em" I mumbled to myself. "Sir?" asked the still shaking copper "Can I ask you something?" "Go ahead, son" "Well, Sir, why Daffodils? I mean, don't you usually get Tulips from hamster jam?" Time seemed to freeze. Two and two suddenly stated to add up to four again. In this stormy copse in Fig Tree Pocket I'd finally solved the case; now I just needed to prove it. It's too dangerous for me to reveal the culprit in writing - but I'll leave a clue... Mixed up chain murders reveal the suspect (5, 7)
PooperPig - Coming Soon
_Maxxx_ wrote:
Mixed up chain murders reveal the suspect
Arch Nude Rims?
Quad skating his way through the world since the early 80's... Booger Mobile - My bright green 1964 Ford Falcon - check out the blog here!! | If you feel generous - make a donation to Camp Quality!!
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_Maxxx_ wrote:
Mixed up chain murders reveal the suspect
Arch Nude Rims?
Quad skating his way through the world since the early 80's... Booger Mobile - My bright green 1964 Ford Falcon - check out the blog here!! | If you feel generous - make a donation to Camp Quality!!
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_Maxxx_ wrote:
Mixed up chain murders reveal the suspect
Arch Nude Rims?
Quad skating his way through the world since the early 80's... Booger Mobile - My bright green 1964 Ford Falcon - check out the blog here!! | If you feel generous - make a donation to Camp Quality!!
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The warm rain was making temporary craters in the red mud as I trudged to where the yellow flowers, their petals waving angrily at the storm, were surrounded by the stark contrast of the blue and white Police Incident tape, the ends of which flapped maniacally in warning. "Daffodils?" I said to the young constable, visibly shivering in the moonlight. "Sir, yes sir!" He'd been watching too many American army movies. I played along. "At ease, soldier" I surveyed the scene. It was obvious someone had taken care with this site - the third we'd found. I knew we'd find no evidence - no prints, nothing. This guy was meticulous. Just a circular copse of flowers, neatly planted and mulched. It was the mulch that was the problem. Red and glutinous, with hair mixed in with starkly white pieces of bone. "Anything new?" I asked the young copper - expecting a sad shake of the head. I did a double-take that Dean Martin would have been proud of, as the constable replied "Just this, Sir. Looks like he dropped it when he was disturbed." I looked to where his hand pointed; rainwater pouring off the end of his finger toward the chain. A clue at last! The chain was heavy, looked new. About four feet long. And covered in a macabre mess of matted fur and gut. "Looks like he killed 'em here, then spread 'em" I mumbled to myself. "Sir?" asked the still shaking copper "Can I ask you something?" "Go ahead, son" "Well, Sir, why Daffodils? I mean, don't you usually get Tulips from hamster jam?" Time seemed to freeze. Two and two suddenly stated to add up to four again. In this stormy copse in Fig Tree Pocket I'd finally solved the case; now I just needed to prove it. It's too dangerous for me to reveal the culprit in writing - but I'll leave a clue... Mixed up chain murders reveal the suspect (5, 7)
PooperPig - Coming Soon
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« I am putting myself to the fullest possible use which is all, I think, that any conscious entity can ever hope to do » HAL (Heuristically programmed ALgorithmic computer) in "2001, A Space Odyssey"
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Hi chaps - writing comp, the topic is "Chris Maunder and the Mystery of Fig Tree Pocket" - the prize is entertainment and the adoration and adulation of your peers. Make it say - 3 paragraphs max. Bryce
MCAD ---
Drumena Shirc wiped the drool off the left side of her right mouth with one of her posterior tentacles, and sniffed the air for fresh hydrogen sulfide. A cloud of memories swarmed around her, feasting on her temporary lapse of full vigilance, rubbing their wings together to make that collective buzz their genes told them might prolong their opportunity to be alive again: That night in Toronto pushed its way to the front of the queue with the force of a skidding boulder in an avalanche: The steaming-hot server-room: a man who called himself "Chris," sweating over sparking ethernet cables: his mind crowded with memories competing to become his reality: And, then, the singularity, the rapture, the fading of the illusion of Toronto: the dry quarks of what was the dream named "Chris Maunder" falling aside like the chitinous debris of an insect that kept crashing itself against a brilliant streetlight: A shudder. A quivering in a gelatinous mass of space-time: Drumena Shirc belched, and the sand towers of Jopdorcetec shook while the half-fed memories instinctively scattered into the eight dimensions.
« I am putting myself to the fullest possible use which is all, I think, that any conscious entity can ever hope to do » HAL (Heuristically programmed ALgorithmic computer) in "2001, A Space Odyssey"
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Hi chaps - writing comp, the topic is "Chris Maunder and the Mystery of Fig Tree Pocket" - the prize is entertainment and the adoration and adulation of your peers. Make it say - 3 paragraphs max. Bryce
MCAD ---
Drumena Shirc wiped the drool off the left side of her right mouth with one of her posterior tentacles, and sniffed the air for fresh hydrogen sulfide. A cloud of memories swarmed around her, feasting on her temporary lapse of full vigilance, rubbing their wings together to make that collective buzz their genes told them might prolong their opportunity to be alive again: That night in Toronto pushed its way to the front of the relive-me queue with the force of a skidding boulder in an mud-avalanche: The steaming-hot server-room: a man who called himself "Chris," sweating over sparking ethernet cables: his mind crowded with memories competing to become his reality: He was tired, he limped over to an office chair, wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his arm: took out his wallet out of his back-pocket, carefully picked out the small laminated plastic card with the ... now turned brown ... piece of a fig-leaf preserved for so many years: held it up to the flourescent light as if ... That last day he spent with her, the farewell picnic, the mystery of the long silences, and the intense eyes-locked-on-to-each-other moments that seemed to create the saddest music in the world. Yes, he went back to that fig-tree they sat under ... a year later ... back to take a single leaf, and he carried that with him ... always. And, then, the singularity, the rapture, the fading of the illusion of Toronto: the dry quarks of what was the dream named "Chris Maunder and the mystery of the fig-leaf in his pocket" falling aside like the chitinous debris of an insect that kept crashing itself against a brilliant streetlight: A shudder. A quivering in a gelatinous mass of space-time: Drumena Shirc belched, and the sand towers of Jopdorcetec shook while the half-fed memories instinctively scattered into the six directions in each of eight dimensions.
« I am putting myself to the fullest possible use which is all, I think, that any conscious entity can ever hope to do » HAL (Heuristically programmed ALgorithmic computer) in "2001, A Space Odyssey"
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Hi chaps - writing comp, the topic is "Chris Maunder and the Mystery of Fig Tree Pocket" - the prize is entertainment and the adoration and adulation of your peers. Make it say - 3 paragraphs max. Bryce
MCAD ---
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Hi chaps - writing comp, the topic is "Chris Maunder and the Mystery of Fig Tree Pocket" - the prize is entertainment and the adoration and adulation of your peers. Make it say - 3 paragraphs max. Bryce
MCAD ---
Chris Maunder was a very clever fellow; his friends thought he was quite sharp. In fact, he became known as C sharp. One day one of them came to him with a problem - he had reason to believe that some people were talking about him behind his back. "What makes you think that?", said C#. "Because they often talk about exchanging information among themselves via the 'Fig Tree Pocket' method." What on earth could that be? "That's an easy one", said C#. "When I showed them how to use FTP, they asked me what 'FTP' stood for, and being in a whimsical mood, I said Fig Tree Pocket."
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They're supposed to be good for your digestion, but I think you're doing it wrong.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Hi chaps - writing comp, the topic is "Chris Maunder and the Mystery of Fig Tree Pocket" - the prize is entertainment and the adoration and adulation of your peers. Make it say - 3 paragraphs max. Bryce
MCAD ---
Damn, thought Chris as he pondered the mystery of how someone had guessed his latest password was "FigTreePocket" for root access.
Psychosis at 10 Film at 11 Those who do not remember the past, are doomed to repeat it. Those who do not remember the past, cannot build upon it.
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They're supposed to be good for your digestion, but I think you're doing it wrong.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Hi chaps - writing comp, the topic is "Chris Maunder and the Mystery of Fig Tree Pocket" - the prize is entertainment and the adoration and adulation of your peers. Make it say - 3 paragraphs max. Bryce
MCAD ---
The World Hunters: The Lost Hunters a Google eBook: Mystery of The Fig Tree Pocket. Take a look here with a Google search. Chris could be one of the World Hunters too. Not as exotic an answer as others but maybe useful.
"Courtesy is the product of a mature, disciplined mind ... ridicule is lack of the same - DPM"