Ebenezer Scrooge (illustrated)

Year Nine English. This isn't really a short story, more a fictional biography. This retells, and adds greatly, to the backstory of Ebenezer Scrooge, if he were an older man of the Twentieth Century, not the Nineteenth. There's some sketches too.

Wednesday 8th December 2010.

Ebenezer Scrooge

Ebenezer Scrooge was born on December 25th, 1944. He came from a German background, though living in England, and become much hated by his fellow people. He faced many hardships post-war whilst growing up in school, frequently bullied, and at the age of 14 he left, and joined his father for a course in business studies. Following this course, he became out of work, and spent the following years living off his Beatles-obsessed girlfriend, but, in 1971, she left him, after discovering that he had pawned in her original '1 of -' copy of The White Album, so he could set up a company with his best friend, Jacob Marley. After multiple unrecorded tax evasions, he had earnt enough money to set up the business, in 1975. Several decades later, his tax scam was discovered, and his both work and sexual partner, Jacob Marley, comitted suicide. Let out to attend the funeral, he scammed both his deceased partner and the police, thus allowing him to continue as a free man. Through the business he earned a fortune, and yet his record-breaking amount was never recorded in records, and so to keep the unearned title, he lived as a poor man, and spent little. He soon assisted the help of a Robert Crachitt, a family man, to work in his bank. However, Robert regretted this, and became a member of the poor, living with his family inside the cheapest flat available. With his wealth, Scrooge's hatred has returned, with even his family and friends bad mouthing him.

© 2010 Peter Webb

Mary Maloney to the Slaughter - Draft Plans

Mary Maloney - 40 Years On

It is 1992. Mary Maloney is a depressed and single woman in her mid-60s watching her television in the house where she murdered her husband in 1952. She keeps the bone as a trophy on her wall. She keeps a steady supply of whiskey in the fridge. Her favourite foods are cheese and lamb. She used to be married to Sam the grocer, and she watches MTV. A 1992 song about lambs sparks her memory of the incident. Her daughter is a lesbian with mental issues due to consumption of whiskey as a foetus, and is overweight from eating lamb. Her Mary's father is living in a retirement home taking lots of prescribed drugs. She has a Macintosh where she looks at child porn and information about murders. She goes to knitting club with her Granny friends in town and has escaped the noose. She is not eligible for a pension and she plays the Texas Chainsaw Massacre on the NES. She is attempting to build a working copy of HAL from 2001: a Space Odyssey. She walks through the graveyard where her husband is buried and listens to Elvis vinyls. She smuggles cocaine. She works for Sainsbury's, built on the location of the grocery. She keeps in contact with Sam by email. She watches Poroit/Miss Marple on BBC One |(see idents on Survival DVD)| Add 1990's pop culture. She likes listening to the Blues. She has no mobile phone. A policewan (sic, policewoman) telephones her to tell her new evidence has arisen from the incident - a possibal possible murder weapon - a rotting 1950s baseball bat in seen in her garden by a neighbour. She also likes to watch BBC News. She drives a 1990s car.

She saw a documentary about the last British hanging the previous night. Policewoman telephones her to tell her the murder weapon has been found - a baseball bat with stains of blood rotting in her back garden.

Mary Maloney to the Slaughter

Again in the original format; only in paragraphs to divide between lesson's work. Year Nine English again.

Monday 14th June 2011, and onwards. Unfinished and incomplete.

Mary Maloney to the Slaughter

1992.

The vinyl spun through the tune of 'Roll Over Beethoven'. Berry's lyrics echoed around the room, as Mary Maloney sat and listened, remembering the time this was new in that wonder world of a secondary husband, a young daughter, girls running around if with no panties, and Armchair Theatre on the BBC. Il Mary Maloney was now old and frail, with dyed red hair mixed in with shards of grey, deep indented wrinkles spread across her skin, several dimples now forming across her skin, and a figure which was certianlly no longer hourglass. Sam's had been shut since the dawn of the nineteen-seventies, as he retired to his family, and the dawn of supermarkets began to spread across the land. The counter of Sainsbury's now inhabited the counter of Sam's.

Newsstands of magazines now inhabited where the vegetables and meat were. Mary Maloney now inhabited where Sam stood. Rest. In. Peace. Mary Maloney removed the spool and shelved the record away as she put on her uniform. It would be another long day. She picked up her keys, and locked the bedroom, locked the kitchen, locked the front room, locked the cellar, locked the back door, opened the front door, went out of the front door, locked the front door, ran over to the garage and locked the garage. Nobody could find out. She unlocked her rectangular brown car, got into the driver's seat, started the engine, locked the car, and began her short drive to over to her workplace. As she drove, people stood and stared. What did this damned youth culture think was so wrong with a sixty-something year old woman using hair dye, with touched up hair lips and face driving a car produced in 1987, to go over to Sainsbury's and blandly answer each consumer's needs? Oh yes, you're too busy glammed up with your umbrella haircuts, dressed in your hoodies cuddled together in gangs, thinking punk-phase music is cool, piercing your bodies with earings and masturbating if you had a home computer. As she drove into the car park and over to the staff-reserved spaces, the thought stuck with her. What impression did this society think of her? They didn't know about what happened really with Patrick in '52. She sighed, parked in the last remaining space which she could 'legally' park in, put the handbrake on, flipped the switch to unlock the doors, turned off the ignition with her keys, removed the keys and slipped them into her trouser pocket, and exited the car, locking it as she did so. She walked past the bollards up to the front of the store, and entered ready for her work. Mr Wilson directed her over to the area she would be working at. Oh boy she thought, four hours at the tills and then lunch at the crappy café. Soon afterwards, customers would begin to approach. Trolley fulls of tins of peas, bags of Idaho potatoes, shrink wrapped legs of lamb and boxes of cheescake. Oh, the irony. Even more ironic that Mr. JD always kept them on sale. Is it a regional thing? Or is it country wide? She stared out of the window as she waited for customers to approach. Twenty minutes after she had started her shift, she saw a Ford Quattro pulling up in the car park. Shit! she cursed internally in her head. Fuck, please don't be her... She stared at the door being open and she soon realised it was what she feared. Her fat, drunk from birth, conditioned with ADHD daughter, going out for some shopping with her girlfriend.

It would be 3 months until Miss Maloney turned 40. Mary Maloney didn't care. "Go get yourself a husband!" a she'd said as she was growing up in the 60's. Now, the Maloney family line is doomed. Mary Maloney didn't care much about that either. The family line was screwed up enough already. The shop was bec starting to become alive. With a flick of a switch, Heath turned on the speakers, and inserted a compact disk into the machine. Hold on, thought Mary Maloney. Is that Ringo Starr? As the lyrics of the song began, she was proved correct. At least they were taking a stepback, and not going into those modern boybands, girls in bras singing lightly, and the punk leftovers from the previous decade."In the town where I was born, lived a man who sailed to sea, and he told us of his life, in the land of submarines..." sang Ringo, as the disc continued to spin round whilst being hit by a laser. When it hit "We all live in a yellow submarine...", Ms. Maloney had reached the door, and with a kiss the automated doors opened. Mary was so much dreading this. As her eyes glanced, she was relieved to see she was not approaching the tills to say hi. And soon, more people began to spread inside. She and her partner glanced through the magazines. She picked up a copy of The Times... and her girlfriend picked up a copy of the Gay Times. As the song reached Ringo's sound effect of bubbles, Maureen Maloney had spotted her mother, and began to walk up to the tills. THE till Mary had her shift at. Bugger. Soon began a series of hellos. Mary didn't give it much effort, replying to her blandly with a "Hullo", very reminiscent of Patrick's responses to her on that tired night. "How's it going mummy?" asked Maureen. With another bland response, Mary replied "Alright," gave it a pause and added "Thanks." "I love you so much!" she said in a cutesy voice. "You love HER too," was Mary's drab response. "Yes, I do, very much so," replied Maureen, and let out another kiss, as Mary felt disgusted by it. By now, the song had faded out. Please don't let it be 90's... Mary wished. Phew. Thank god. It faded into The Final Countdown. "So, what have you got there?" asked Mary, as she scanned the barcodes of the magazines through tills, and Maureen packed them into a plastic bag. "GT and The Times," replied Maureen's girlfriend. Mary couldn't be arsed to give a response and they left. Bitches, thought Mary. She stared at the window again as she watched them approach their car and leave. It did not take very long for another customer to approach her till. Other people's shifts were getting started too. The person's trolley contained, strangely, peas, Idaho potatoes, leg of lamb, Glocuester cheese, and cheescake. Coincidence? As the man placed the items onto the till, Mary commented on how this reminded her of what Sam's stocked, and what she bought back in the day. Being in his thirties, the man had recollections of Sam's too, and made replied talking about going their during his childhood to help out mother. The next four hours of her shift would become boring. At the end of it, she ran right over to the alcohol section, and purchased herself a bottle of whiskey. Downing it outside the store in the car park, she then returned, drunk, and went up the café.

To be continued in computer Word document

© 2011 Peter Webb