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MFTS – Chad and Brad Go Vamp

August 24, 2015 46 comments

Here is my contribution to Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. Today we find out what Chad and Brad, our favourite stoners, have been up to since last we saw them.

The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story, and this week’s other stories can be found by clicking on the blue froggy.

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Copyright B.W. Beacham

 

The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be… prematurely dead.

Neither did Chad and Brad when they visited their old friend hoping to score some weed. Everyone knew Luigi had the best in town.

While waiting for Luigi to fetch his stash, Brad stumbled across an old photograph.

“Dude!” said Brad. “Come look! It’s little Luigi!”

“Digging the cool retro costumes, Luigi,” said Chad, puffing on his spliff. “When was this taken?”

Luigi’s face turned dark. “1874,” he said. “Now my secret is out and you both must join me… in death. Bwahahahaha!” Luigi’s fangs extended and he attacked.

“Not again,” grumbled Brad, taking an extended puff of annoyance. “Ghosts, vampires…”

“Dude!” exclaimed Chad as Luigi leapt straight into the lit end of his joint.

As everyone knows, vampires and flames don’t mix. Luigi burst into flames.

“Oh man!” said Chad. “I torched Luigi! Sorry, dude.”

Luigi screamed and exploded.

“Not cool,” said Brad, wiping Luigi-ashes off his coat. “Come on, let’s find his stash. Finders keepers!”

“Dude.”

 

MFTS – All Drugged Up

August 3, 2015 51 comments

Here is my story for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story – 150 words, a photo and a starting sentence (which is in bold in my story).

I really needed a ton more words for this one but hey ho.

Click on the froggy to read this week’s other stories.

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Copyright B.W. Beacham

 

The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.

The pile of bodies in the corner attested to the fact that “deadly” was well-earned. It could be so difficult to get the correct dosage.

However, their current subject didn’t appear at all fazed by his current situation, strapped to a chair as he was. In fact, he appeared to be quite enjoying himself.

“Dude, I can see rainbows! This is some crazy shit!”

“Three times lethal dose and it’s barely touched him!” muttered one of the thugs.

“Talk, Bradley!” shouted the other.

“I told you, dude, it’s Brad. Hey, unicorns!”

Meanwhile, in the corner, Chad shifted position. His ever-present joint had easily burned through the rope binding him.

“Hey, dudes, it’s my turn!” he announced. As the thugs charged him, he exhaled, breathing a cloud of “Chad and Brad’s special mix” right in their faces. The thugs collapsed and Chad and Brad wandered off, arms full of deadly nightshade. Happy times tonight!

 

* Note: Chad and Brad are professionals. Nightshade is not to be consumed!

 

MFTS – Chad and Brad Make a Film (Almost)

June 23, 2015 24 comments

Here is my contribution to Mondays Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara Beacham. We get a photo, an opening sentence and 150ish words. Yes, Chad and Brad are back!

The opening sentence is in bold, and to read the other contributions, click on the blue froggy.

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“Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”

With those words she raises the vicious stick threateningly. Terrified, the exhausted boys crawl back to their workspaces in the tiny, sealed room and begin to build the wind charms with trembling fingers…

“Wait, wind chime sweat shops?” Chad grabbed Brad’s smoke and sniffed it suspiciously.

“Yeah, dude!” said Brad, grabbing his weed back and puffing furiously. “They’re rife! We have to make this film to raise public awareness!”

“There’s no such thing,” said Chad. “How about ‘Save the Whales’?”

“Why would we want to save Wales?” asked Brad.

“Dude,” said Chad sadly, puffing away furiously.

“‘Dream Catcher Sweats Shops – the Untold Story’?” tried Brad. Chad shook his head. Brad took another drag. Chad went to the “special” cupboard to fetch the bong.

“That’s it!” cried Brad. “Exposé – The Horrors of the Bong Sweat…”

“NO!” said Chad. “Dude, seriously. Let’s just watch a film instead.”

“Bill and Ted?” asked Brad hopefully.

“Party on dudes!” they chorused happily.

 

MFTS – A Stoner’s Soul

June 8, 2015 53 comments

It’s Mondays Finish the Story time, hosted by Barbara Beacham. This is the one where we get a photo and an opening sentence.

This is the final part of “The Stoner Trilogy”. If you remember, in “The Highest Spirits“, Chad and Brad lost their souls, and in “Fool Me Twice” they were conned into a “Trial” by the lead spirit, Basil.

This was the best I could do, given the number of words and while attempting to make each story reasonably standalone. Here is the cast of characters:

Chad – a stoner
Brad – another stoner
Basil – a cunning head spirit

and introducing special guest star ZEUS as ZEUS, a powerful and currently quite irritated god.

The opening sentence is in bold in my story, and other contributions may be found by clicking the blue froggy.

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Copyright B.W. Beacham

 

ZEUS was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it.

First his “soldiers” were too wide for his boiled eggs, now the spirits of Miners Hill had taken it upon themselves to capture souls!

The sky lit up as if on fire as ZEUS vented his rage. Spirit Chad looked suspiciously at his insubstantial joint.

“Thunder and lightning for the Trial, dude,” explained Spirit Brad.

“Heavy,” said Chad. Rain began to fall, extinguishing his joint. His face fell.

“BASIL!” screamed ZEUS to the lead spirit. “STEALING SOULS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?”

“Um,” stuttered Basil. “Um…”

ZEUS fired more lightning which narrowly missed Chad, clipping and reigniting his joint.

“Epic!” said Chad, taking a puff.

“RETURN THEIR SOULS AT ONCE!”

With a wave of Basil’s hand, it was done.

“This calls for a celebration!” said Brad, reaching into his underpants for his special hidden stash.

Against all odds Chad and Brad lived to a ripe old age. And although our stoners could remember almost none of it, they both agreed (on their smoke-shrouded death bed) that they’d had a stonkingly Epic Time.

 

MFTS – Fool Me Twice

June 1, 2015 43 comments

Here is my contribution for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story for this week. For this challenge we get 150 words or so plus a photo and an opening sentence.

I must confess, I’m twenty-odd words over this week. Sorry :-(. This week’s story picks up pretty much where last week’s left off, as we rejoin newly-deceased stoners Chad and Brad, their souls ripped from their bodies after mistaking tales of alcoholic beverages with spirits of the ghostly variety.

To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy. The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story.

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Copyright B.W. Beacham

 

“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive, dude.”

So saying, Chad jabbed the lead ghostly spirit (Basil by name), his fingers coming away covered with ectoplasm, sticky and insubstantial as a spider’s web.

“I’M SURE I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN,” intoned Basil.

“You lured us here with talk of spirits,” complained Chad. “Vodka, whisky…”

“Advocaat,” added Brad, puffing on a joint.

“AND SPIRITS YOU FOUND!” laughed Basil. “DON’T YOU JUST LOVE HOMONYMS!”

“Chad, calm down!” said Brad, offering him an insubstantial joint. Chad took a puff.

“Dude!” he exclaimed happily.

“Dude,” agreed Brad.

“We want back in our bodies, dead Dude,” said Chad, pointing at his corpse.

“PERHAPS… THERE IS A WAY,” pondered Basil. “WOULD YOU CONSENT TO… TRIAL IN COURT?”

“Hell yeah!” said Chad before Brad could stop him. “No jury in the world will rule against us!”

“BWAHAHA!” laughed Basil. “TRIAL BY COMBAT! IN THE COURT OF THE DAMNED! FOOLED YOU AGAIN, GULLIBLE STONERS!”

“Dude,” said Chad.

“Dude,” agreed Brad. “You know what we need?”

“Yeah!”

And so the pair set off in search of more ghostly weed, the better to endure the trials ahead.

 

MFTS – The Highest Spirits

May 25, 2015 71 comments

Here’s my story for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story.

To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy. The supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story.

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Copyright B.W. Beacham

 

“The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.”

“That was the end of the myth? Heavy,” said Chad.

“Yep,” said Brad. “And there it is. Miners Hill.”

“Wow. It really is black and white. I thought it was just an old photo.”

They scrambled down the hill.

“Spirits, the myth says? What kind, d’ya think?”

“I’m hopin’ vodka, whisky, maybe even… the Good Stuff.”

“Wow. Advocaat? Heavy.”

Suddenly a host of ghostly apparitions appeared.

“Whoa!” Chad pulled the joint out of his mouth and stared at it suspiciously.

“I can see them too, and I’m not even high!” said Brad.

“Oh, dude, you gave up?” asked Chad sympathetically.

“Yeah, it’s kinda tough…”

“IF YOU TWO DON’T MIND?” broke in one of the spirits. “YOUR SOULS ARE FORFEIT.”

“No! Not my Nikes!” Chad looked in dismay at his footwear.

“SOULS. WITH A ‘U’.”

And so the lads joined the ranks of the dead, booze in hand, weed in mouth, the highest spirits of Miners Hill.