Spike and Thor

Jasin Harms, Shawn Rumley

Description

Enjoy the adventure of a boy and his dog.. is a bit to cliché for this description. Inspirations from the greats such as twilight zone, Alfred Hitchcock, Tales from the crypt, Black mirror, and just tired of not having new outrageous stories and movies.
Watch as a young David gets smarter and becomes Thor. Every superhero needs a sidekick and who better than Spike. Watch these young rascals get in trouble. As a young man perform an operation on a puppy. Admire the culmination that comes from a speaking animal.

Sujets

• Spike
• Spike (homonymie)
• Adventure
• Thor
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: LifeRich Publishing
• Date de parution: 03 janvier 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781489745521
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

SPIKE AND THOR
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
SHAWN RUMLEY       JASIN HARMS
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2020 Shawn Rumley & Jasin Harms.
 
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-4897-4550-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4551-4 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4552-1 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022922810
 
 
LifeRich Publishing rev. date:  12/30/2022
 
We would like to thank:
My wife Linda for all the reading and listening.
Mike Fricano
Doris Webber
Don Gann and The Gann Clan
R.J.'s Creepy Tales Production LLC.
For all the support, inspiration, doubt, pep talks. And the number of other things I could say.
Thank you.
 

T here's a kid. He's about double digits or so. If there were more than just him, he would be called the runt—healthy-looking, just small. You know, that kid looks like Eric Burdon from “House of the Rising Sun.” His name is David.
He’s running in from school straight off the bus. He rounds the corner and heads into the bathroom. He’s looking at his face. Then he looks at his eye in wonderment, because the bully, Spike, punched him in it. This is the first-time Spike has been this physical with him. David got the punch now because he was caught wearing one of Spike’s shirts his mom donated to the poor.
This is where David’s mother gets most of his clothes from, although Spike never really hit him till now. This sets David’s mind into dream mode as he imagines: If I was Thor, I would grab him by the legs and fly him into outer space. And then I would throw him even further. Yup, just a little toss.
David is an only child, left alone but also bullied a lot in school.
He walks seven blocks to the school bus stop and every day, he sees the same black dog behind the fence, with the tip on its tail a bit dirty but white, nonetheless.
Today he really noticed him and was amazed with the dog now and when he barks.
David’s imagination runs, How does he make that noise? What’s the difference between the way I make noise and the way he makes n oise?
David thinks it would be interesting if the dog could speak. He just wants someone to talk to. Before he can finish that thought, he almost shits his pants, startled by a loud horn. A large green truck whizzes by, missing his face by inches.
The man leans out the window, shouting as he lays on the horn, “Hey, watch where you’re going, kid!”
David thinks, Oh, dang, I almost got killed . Shocked, he jumps back onto the curb, and after looking both ways, when it’s safe, he runs across.
Obviously typical beginning of the day. He is not much of a listener, or maybe he just never had anyone to help him with even the simplest of life rules: Look both ways before crossing, don’t talk to strangers, and all those other rules.
David is very alone; all he wants is a friend.
His family life is null, and when his mother comes around to leave money, it sometimes ends with a slap or even a cigarette burn or three. When his mother is home, it’s never for long. There have been stretches of time where there is no one to be seen. Those are the times when he finds solace.
He has come home to just bags of food on the counter and had to put them away, or it was another slap to the chops. He has never gone hungry, because he had to learn small cooking by reading the package and following the step by step. This has been forever in David’s mind; life has never changed.
Today’s bus ride was easy this morning. Spike did not take the bus, and for the rest of the day David avoided everyone and finished his homework at school. He does this so he doesn’t have to bring any books home. He does very well in school, so it’s easy for the other students to call him names and tease him for doing so well. (Wow; people, right?) And his reward for a good report card is a new Thor comic book, which his mother just tosses on the bed. David will imagine for hours about this book, first on the content then wondering where it came from. He dreams a fun, elaborate story, comic book style, where he is a superhero but built Ford tough.
The only thing he thought about all day was the voice on that barking dog behind the fence. In his mind he has named it Tippy, because of the tail and all.
Now the bus ride home was a little tougher. Spike got dropped off in the middle of the day, so he was on the bus.
David tried to pay him no mind as he was bewildered with all the other kids and how they were talking and how their lips were moving and their tongues and their teeth and their throats as they laughed, as their voices projected from their faces.
As the bus slowed to a stop, David, who was close to the front of the bus, looked out the window and spotted a dog just walking around, walking and barking as he went, like some kind of town crier shouting the time or just other random sayings, with no idea who’s listening—just barking as he walks, crazy sight to see, so random.
David began tapping on the window, at this point paying no mind to anyone. Little did he know Spike had slid into the seat next to him, and as David was tapping, Spike stood up and pointed at David, shouting, “This dumb bastard thinks he can talk to animals.”
David did not turn around to give him the time of day; this did not play well to the teasing and aggravated Spike.
David’s mind began to wander: This is the part where I would just turn around, grab Spike by the head and push him down like a pop can, till he’s walking around on two little squashed legs, and running all under the seats, trying to escape his giant stalker, who is stomping around trying to finish the job.
The bus was now slowing down to cross the railroad tracks. David could hear the bus driver mumbling under his breath, “I can’t believe they make us stop at exempt tracks … such stupid bastards.”
The bus stopped before the tracks. The door opened as the driver looked both ways. Then he closed the door and proceeded over the bumpy terrain. As the front tires went over the tracks, Spike pushed David’s head into the window and then moved to the seat right behind him. David just closed his eyes, so he didn’t have to see his reaction, thanking god the second stop was Spike’s.
All the suffering and chaos around David seemed to last an eternity. Finally, Spike exited the bus angrily because David was still up against the window. He was trying to figure behavior out for two more stops. Still, his mind is getting to be more curious daily ….
At last the bus rolled up on his stop. His walk home was a slow burn.
Just as he was getting ready to run home, he stopped short, seeing a new sign on Tippy’s fence.
TAKE DOG.
David didn’t know how to ask about the dog. He found some pebbles on the ground and threw a couple at the thin aluminum screen door. After a couple loud bangs, a woman wearing a very seasoned T-shirt, taking a long draw from a fresh lit cigarette, opened the door and exhaled. “What’s up, Chuck?”
David stood in awe at this sight and muttered, “What?”
“Why did you throw rocks at the door?”
“I didn’t know about the dog.”
“You didn’t know what about the dog?”
“Well … I mean, does he bite? Or run away?”
She calmly came back with “ The guard dog”—long drag, lots of smoke—“he belongs to the ex.”
She banged on the door shouting, “Sic ’em, come on, go get him. Kill, or do something … he’s so old.”
“Well, does he at least have a name?”
She commanded, “Spike.”
The dog Spike just looked over at this woman, almost as if to judge her for coming out of the house with what she was wearing. Then looked over to David. Just as he was going to ask about shots, a piece of rope hit the fence.
David opened the gate and tied the rope to Spike’s collar, mumbling, “Of all the damn names in this universe ….”
As soon as the rope was secure, Spike stood up and headed for the gate, almost relieved to be leaving.
The whole walk home David just talked and talked, and he was telling Spike how he used to be named Tippy and how he wants to study him, just talking away.
At David’s house, Spike walked up the three steps and straight over to a five-gallon bucket of rainwater, took a few good laps with that tongue of his, turned around, and sat down looking out to the street. David dropped the rope and sat on the top step with the dog. There they sat, like a little old man and his grandson.
David was happy. He began to examine Spike, by lifting his ear and dropping it, to see how much patience he had, or basically checking the dog’s tol