MFTS – A Bad Job for Rambo
Here is my story for Barbara’s Mondays Finish the Story. I had trouble thinking of a story for this one. Or rather, I could think of too many stories, none of which “floated my boat”.
The supplied sentence is in bold in my story, and to read this week’s other contributions click on the blue froggy.
Copyright Barbara W. Beacham
Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.
He wore simple training shoes, a thin t-shirt and shorts. He was prepared for nothing. Had he compass, map, water, rations, even a viciously-sharp machete?
No! He had none of these things.
The trees closed in around him as it began to get dark, and he decided to make camp. Had he matches, tent, sleeping bag?
No! He had none of these things.
The sounds of the forest caused him to shiver in terror, and for good reason. Suddenly, out of the darkness leapt a gaggle of forest creatures. They tore at his stomach, slicing, rending, eating his intestines before his eyes. They clawed at his face, ripping his eyeballs from their sockets. The feeding frenzy continued until, mercifully, he passed away.
BE PREPARED OR RISK A HORRIBLE DEATH
We hope you enjoy your visit to beautiful Bluebell Forest and Honeysuckle picnic spot
Park Ranger Rambo, J
Green Beret (Ret.)
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Ouch, what a way to go!
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Pretty gruesome 😦
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You should write something ghoulish for that retro blog!!
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I’m thinking a group of upstanding Victorian ladies having a cheeky yet sophisticated girls’ night in when a gruff voice calls through the letterbox – “What’s your favourite scary Penny Dreadful?”
Hey, I might use that 🙂
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That sounds awesome!! Write it and email it to me. 🙂
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Ulp. Have I talked myself into something here? I’ll give it a go and see how it turns out 🙂
I have your email address already so I’ll remove it from your comment in case someone screen scrapes my site and emails you lots of “exciting offers” 😦
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No pressure, my friend. But it would be cool!
Okay…thank you. 🙂
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Just as well he had not packed for the trip. Don’t think that the creatures would have been stopped by a backpack and a tent?
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He’s had it either way, then. Though a machete might have helped.
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what on earth types of forest creatures lived there? I think aaawwe forest creatures, bunnies, squirrels and deer and little chickadees… but your story is about horrid rabid critters. EEP!!!
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Wolves and bears and such I expect. Whatever was in Rambo’s head when he wrote this little warning!
Or maybe that rabid killer bunny out of Monty Python and the Holy Grail 🙂
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Are you sure this wasn’t Jurassic Park redux? Velociraptors, what, what?
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He probably shouldn’t have climbed over that big electric fence 🙂
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That fella does look woefully unprepared for a forest outing.
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Rambo he’s not. Or even Bear Grylls.
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I should be horrified – so why am I laughing?
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‘Cos it’s funny in a horrific way 🙂
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Just in time for Halloween! 😀
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‘Tis the season for horrific doings 🙂
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LOL you’ve certainly lived up to your reputation for scary endings 😀
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It’s been a while since I went “full evisceration” 🙂
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So, I’ll assume he was running from the law because he’d just murdered numerous others. Therefore, he got what he deserved. Sorry, just needed to justify his horrific death. I do that, it’s a habit. 🙂
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He was just an ordinary guy out for a… oh, okay then. He’d just massacred a shed-load of people and chose the wrong forest to hide in 🙂
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Dreadful end! Don’t think anything can help in this scenario.
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No. He’s a gonner 😦
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*gulp*
Pawkisses 🙂 ❤
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Meep! Stay out of the darkness of the forest, LB 🙂
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Very dark, but funny dark, Ali. Where is there a good mud bank to hide in when you need it. It seems Rambo used bad examples in his training. It reminds me of the gruesome film they used to show high school driver-training classes in the U.S. I think it was titled “Blood on the Highway.” I wonder who that poor man was in the picture who you sent to his death. It’s probably one of Barbara’s relatives. Well done. 😀 — Suzanne
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Ha, “Blood on the Highway”, sounds gruesome!
Oh dear, I didn’t think about that – sorry Barbara’s relative!
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This is what would happen to those “tough guys” on those cable TV “survival” shows if they didn’t have 50 people from the production crew following them around at all times with modern amenities and weapons of mass destruction….
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Maybe that’s where Buster is going wrong!
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I’d say that’s one picnic spot to avoid! What a very gruesome story, Ali! 😀
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And it sounded so idyllic too 😦
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note to self avoid Bluebell park!
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I’m not going there either. The Park Rangers are psychos.
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That’s why Garry would NEVER go camping. He knew. The trees have eyes. Aye. Eyes. (And fangs.)
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Very wise. I’ve never been camping either! Though for me it’s more about the lack of adequate toilet facilities.
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Yep, Rambo’s in the wrong line of work, methinks! Love the contrasts here, funnily dark and darkly funny. Maybe Rambo should write horror novels, no? 🙂
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Ha, yes, just think about all the ideas he could get from his many horrific experiences!
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Your story, while gruesome at the end, gave that little twist (of the knife maybe) of who the letter or statement is from. Now is that 2 weeks in a row I have challenged you? Thank you Ali for participating in the Mondays Finish the Story challenge. I appreciate your contribution. Be well… ^..^
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Yes, there were too many possibilities in my head this week, I couldn’t decide!
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Hope that you enjoy this week’s challenge!
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I’m already thinking…
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