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Episode Nine of Alligators in the Sewers by Ken David Stewart

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.

Thursday, a poem by Ken David Stewart

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 8 of Alligators in the Sewers by Ken David Stewart The Chaos Begins

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.

A Review of the book Mustaine by Dave Mustaine and reviewed by Ken David Stewart

At certain times, during the last two weeks, I have been listening to Dave Mustaine’s autobiography on an audiobook platform. I usually don’t enjoy reading rockstar biographies or autobiographies as they are usually drunkalogs or drugalogs. Although the book Mustaine does not avoid these topics, it doesn’t dwell on. I admire Dave Mustaine for taking the responsibility for his own actions and I appreciate his honesty and his willingness to be real. The narrator of the book, Tom Weyland is excellent.Dave’s stories from childhood are very chilling even for a heavy metal rockstar. I also enjoyed hearing about Dave Mustaine’s time with Metallica told from Mustaine’s point of view. There is much more I can say about this book/audiobook, but I don’t want to throw in any spoilers. I definitely recommend this autobiography to any fan of Megadeth or heavy metal music.

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The Struggle Begins by Ken David Stewart

The Struggle Begins by Ken David Stewart

The Worm Has Turned by Ken David Stewart

When one has hit rock bottom there is only one way to go and that way is up. After leaving Concordia Hospital I was prescribed a very strong antibiotic and a steroid. The steroid had an unusual effect upon me. This medication gave my mood a substantial boost. Even though, I still have a serious case of pneumonia, I felt like resuming some of my previous activities and further exploring some of my intellectual interests. I had recently purchased a bullworker physical training system and began a new workout routine. At times, I was gasping for breath but I would still complete my workout goal for the day. The bullworker is an isometric and isotonic training system. Although I am presently obese my desire is to create more muscle mass and to reduce my body fat. It is surprising how much better one starts to feel when he or she takes the first step towards attaining a goal.

It had been a few months since I wrote and published my last blog post and I greatly desired to get back to work with both my fiction writing and performing some new podcasts. I believe that my wife Martha will shortly begin work on a joint podcast with me. My single podcasts cover a lot of subject area such as excerpts from my personal journal, samples from my most recent novel excerpts and an attempt to articulate my philosophy of life and my Christian beliefs and values.

I spend a lot of time reading from my Samsung tablet as well as listening to my substantial collection of audiobooks on a wide variety of topics. I am presently studying motivational material by Jim Rohn, Zig Ziglar, Brian Tracy, Anthony Robbins and Earl Nightingale. I am attempting to set new goals for myself and to develop a more positive attitude towards life. I also try to work in some daily Bible reading. This is about all that I’m going to include in this blog/podcast. My writings and podcasts can be found all over the web. My WordPress blogs and podcasts may be found by typing in kendavidstewart.net and on my Podbean and SoundCloud platforms. My hope is that you will read my WordPress blogs and podcasts on both SoundCloud and Podbean. I will also continue to work on my novels in process and will continue to release excerpts from them. Thank you in advance for following my work and my goal is that we both continue to think positively and work diligently to attain our personal goals.

God bless, Ken David Stewart January 27, 2021

The Worm Has Turned by Ken David Stewart

When one has hit rock bottom there is only one way to go and that way is up. After leaving Concordia Hospital I was prescribed a very strong antibiotic and a steroid. The steroid had an unusual effect upon me. This medication gave my mood a substantial boost. Even though, I still have a serious case of pneumonia, I felt like resuming some of my previous activities and further exploring some of my intellectual interests. I had recently purchased a bullworker physical training system and began a new workout routine. At times, I was gasping for breath but I would still complete my workout goal for the day. The bullworker is an isometric and isotonic training system. Although I am presently obese my desire is to create more muscle mass and to reduce my body fat. It is surprising how much better one starts to feel when he or she takes the first step towards attaining a goal.

It had been a few months since I wrote and published my last blog post and I greatly desired to get back to work with both my fiction writing and performing some new podcasts. I believe that my wife Martha will shortly begin work on a joint podcast with me. My single podcasts cover a lot of subject area such as excerpts from my personal journal, samples from my most recent novel excerpts and an attempt to articulate my philosophy of life and my Christian beliefs and values.

I spend a lot of time reading from my Samsung tablet as well as listening to my substantial collection of audiobooks on a wide variety of topics. I am presently studying motivational material by Jim Rohn, Zig Ziglar, Brian Tracy, Anthony Robbins and Earl Nightingale. I am attempting to set new goals for myself and to develop a more positive attitude towards life. I also try to work in some daily Bible reading. This is about all that I’m going to include in this blog/podcast. My writings and podcasts can be found all over the web. My WordPress blogs and podcasts may be found by typing in kendavidstewart.net and on my Podbean and SoundCloud platforms. My hope is that you will read my WordPress blogs and podcasts on both SoundCloud and Podbean. I will also continue to work on my novels in process and will continue to release excerpts from them. Thank you in advance for following my work and my goal is that we both continue to think positively and work diligently to attain our personal goals.

God bless, Ken David Stewart January 27, 2021

Episode 49 of Street Dreams/The Blood Bath

Episode 49 of Street Dreams/the Blood Bath

Pixie’s mother, Aileen Drexler, slowly began to regain consciousness. Her boyfriend, Stan Kowalski had struck her with so many blows from a nearby two by four that Aileen had passed out from the pain. Stan had delivered four to five vicious blows to her body. He had even landed a couple to the back of her skull. Mrs. Drexler slowly opened her eyes and felt trickles of blood flowing from the back of her head. She placed her left hand on the backside of her head and quickly turned her head to where she could see it and saw that it was covered in bright red.

Aileen felt dizzy and she was now viewing the world in double vision. She turned her head toward the wall and felt nauseous as she could see clumps of grey matter streaked with blood splattered across it. When she slowly turned around, she felt a surge of pain radiating through her whole body. She couldn’t move her neck around any further,but caught a glimpse of her boyfriend, Stan Kowalski

She noticed that Stan’s head resembled the red planet, Mars with an indentation on the right side of his skull. A thick layer of blood was coagulating on the carpet surrounding his bashed in head. A few feet behind Stan was an oversized hammer that now had bloodstains mixed with old paint splatter. Using her first- responder training, Aileen Drexler bent down and placed her ear close to her boyfriend’s head to check if he was breathing. As she could neither hear nor feel any breath coming from either Stan’s nose or mouth, Aileen checked for any pulse coming from Kowalski’s carotid artery. Being satisfied that she was not getting any sign of a pulse from her boyfriend, Aileen went to the living room to get her cell phone and called emergency services. She told the dispatcher that she was with a 37-year-old male who was bleeding profusely from a wound to his head and that she could not get any sign that he was breathing or had a pulse.

The male emergency services worker instructed Aileen to try making a tourniquet out of her shirt and attempt to try and manage the blood loss from the victim’s head. She was also told to start CPR immediately. He assured Aileen that paramedics and the police would be at her house shortly. Mrs. Drexler also informed the emergency services worker that she had suffered a blow to the back of her head, but that she had managed to stop the bleeding by applying a wet washcloth that she had retrieved from the bathroom.