Episode Nine of Alligators in the Sewers by Ken David Stewart

All the reptilian monster could see while making eye contact with the dog was prey, a small animal that would make a nice light snack. The beast lunged at the dog at a faster speed than most humans would have guessed possible. Whether by accident or with malicious intent, the alligator used its front legs to sweep two cars out of its path. The two vehicles rolled over a couple of times before crashing through two retail stores.

By that time most people on Main Street had abandoned their cars and were running as far from the beast that their physical condition would allow them. In the mad rush to safety, two elderly people died after being trampled by the crowd.

The albino alligator gobbled up the lady’s German Shepherd in under three seconds. The pedestrians on the sidewalk were too stunned to move and witnessed the hoary beast close its massive jaws around the dog. The dog’s blood was soon flowing in little streams down both sides of the reptile’s mouth.

Two police constables occupying a black and white Ford Victoria were both trying to calm their nerves after descalating a domestic abuse incident. In the backseat of the cop car was a beefy, red-faced man, in his early twenties. He was wearing a white T-shirt that was now stained with mustard, relish and ketchup up. By now the young man had mostly settled down. The man’s girlfriend told the police that her boyfriend, known on the street as Pigpen, had forgotten to take his morning dose of psychiatric medications. His girlfriend, a tiny teenage female named Gail, told the constables that whenever Pigpen missed a dose or two of his meds he was in danger of having a major meltdown.

After the police officers had physically restrainined the young man,, they asked him to take his prescribed meds immediately. Pigpen complied with the officers instructions and was told to have a seat on the garage sale couch in the living room. The two constables, Justin and Dave, sat opposite Pigpen on a red sofa.

I feel like writing a poem this afternoon.

I finished my first practice of the day on my bass guitar.

I had to quit early because my fingertips hurt too much.

I’m not a wimp.

Its just because I haven’t picked up my Epiphone Thunderbird bass in a long time.

I think Nikki Six has one like mine only more expensive.

I was probably too depressed to practice my bass before.

I like playing my bass because it makes a lot of noise

And rattles the windows.

Yesterday, I felt too crappy to do much of anything.

Today I feel better.

Maybe it was the extra pill I took.

I planned to write another episode of Alligators in the Sewers

but decided it might hurt my brain too much.

I’m glad to see that some people are actually reading the rough drafts of my new novel.

More people should read Alligators in the Sewers because there’s not too much more else to do. And besides,

I feel jolly when people read my stuff.

Episode Eight The Chaos Begins

A 16-year-old male named Jonathan Riley had just left the store known as Dells Electronics where he had just purchased a large 10.1 inch white Samsung tablet. He was just opening the bag when he felt a tug on the sleeve of his Oakland Raiders jacket. The pull cam from his 17-year-old friend, Harley Mason. Jonathan was short in height and had a slim build. His friend Harley liked to do two things in life, eat as much food as his stomach could hold and to work out with weights a minimum of one hour per day.

The results were not surprising. Harley’s height was 6’4″ and he weighed 282 pounds. He sported a sizable paunch, but this was overshadowed by his enormous biceps that measured in at 22 inches. Jonathan first started hanging out with Harley to prevent getting bullied by the other kids at school.

“What’s the matter, Harley?” Jonathan asked as he was distracted by the electronic treasure in his bag.

|”Get your eyes off that freaking tablet and look at what’s happening on the street. I think I heard gunshots,” Harley answered.

“Holy crap!” said a badly frightened Jonathan. Am I hallucinating or is that some kind of living prehistoric dinosaur?”

“No, you’re not imagining anything. It’s real. Get your phone out and call Emergency Services.”

“Jonathan did as he was instructed and was soon talking to a police constable dispatcher.

“Emergency Services. How can I help you?”

“Some kind of prehistoric alligator is right in the middle of Main Street, not far from the Eirst National Bank,” Jonathan replied.

“Normally, I’d laugh at you and hang up, but three people before you called to report the same thing. I’ve dispatched police officers from all over that area and some others from close by districts. My advice to you is to get the hell away from that thing as fast as you can,” said Bob Prichard, the dispatcher. He had just returned from lunch after chowing down on a very greasy, supersized chili burger and now his tummy didn’t feel so good.

The alligator used all of its substantial strength to push the car occupied by the two middle-aged drivers upside down.

The two men in the Honda Civic were now completely turned over and were feeling the pressure of the car on top of them. One of them yelled out of an open space in a cracked driver side window, “Help! We need some help. The weight of our car is crushing us,” said one of the men as he vomited on his fancy, white dress shoes.

An elderly lady on the sidewalk had her German Shepherd on a leash.Her large dog was well trained, but could not sit still any longer. Surrounded by the chaos, the animal was beginning to lose control. He could see that the alligator was staring at him through its milky coloured eyes.