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 Category:  Mystery and Crime Fiction
  Posted: December 28, 2019      Views: 54
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You are enjoying another piece of writing penned by the NUMBER 5 RANKED SCRIPT WRITER OF THE YEAR FOR 2019!!!

For 2020, I have decided my concerted efforts in writing on FanStory will be to finalize my book Astatula so many FanStorians have - more...

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Chapter 1 of the book Punchinello
The Terror Begins
"Punchinello Chapter One" by Brett Matthew West



The Daniels' house stood ten glorious steps away. The sight of the blue Victorian made Punchinello clap his hands in ecstatic delight. He'd come to murder the sheriff and stake his claim to fame.

Punchinello would have stuck his head in a whirling blender to get his hands around the sheriff's throat. For a fleeting moment, Punchinello longed to garrotte the breath of life out of his arch nemesis and watch the sheriff's eyeballs explode out of his head. But, that was not his intention for the demise of the lawman. Punchinello had something far worse planned.

Mentally, Punchinello danced the Watusi from where he stood to the structure's front door. He knew every single move from this point to the end regardless of how the climax played out. In his wildest fantasies he'd rehearsed them at least a hundred thousand times.

In the bright light of the noontime sun, Punchinello stared across the two dirt lanes of Cassandra Boulevard. He knew very little traffic ran through the small town. He darted his steel grey eyes from window to window. Every crisp detail etched into his mind. Unbeknownst to the sheriff, Punchinello had been there before. He remembered a hummingbird feeder hung on a rusty nail in the far corner of the front porch. He noticed an Avengers box kite dangled precariously above the eave. No doubt, Cody's kite. Little boys liked their action figures, and the young peckerhead was no exception. Punchinello shuddered. How he loathed well-manicured lawns. It would warm his frigid heart to set this one ablaze.

"Good things only come to those who wait, and time is all I have," Punchinello told himself.

What pleased Punchinello the most was the distraction he observed in the cozy den. Channel 13's meteorologist, Ralph Steiner, graced the idiot box. A stylish toupee covered the weatherman's receding hairline. Steiner swaggered like a peacock in heat flashing its plume. The camera lens captured his sashay. Punchinello imitated Steiner's movements.

The arrogant weatherman's big timbre resounded. Steiner smiled at the newscaster and stated, "Two hundred miles to our north, a series of early morning tornadoes ripped a swath of destruction through the Denrock neighborhood of Dalhart. The cyclones tore the roof off the Brownstone Retirement Home. Eighty-six-year-old Hilda Hoolihan was pronounced dead at the scene, and at least six other residents of the facility were hospitalized with life-threatening injuries."

"Now you're talking my cup of soup, Ralph. Yum! Yum!" Punchinello cheered.

Steiner ambled to the news desk and reported, "But, the news isn't all bad, Bob. Ten local impoverished families became the proud recipients of shopping sprees to Estelle's Boutique last night in Channel 13's Clothe-A-Child community service project. Each of them received a hundred dollar gift card to purchase new clothes for their disadvantaged youngsters. Appreciative hearts abounded."

"Aww, ain't that sweet you pompous ass!" Punchinello mocked. He decided he did not like Ralph Steiner, and, as he did with all others he despised, Punchinello placed the weatherman on his list of those to delete.

Trumby looked into the camera and said, "Channel 13 would like to thank our local sponsors Hayden Feed and Seed, Tori's Motors, and Davis Farm Equipment. Their continued support helps make Clothe-A-Child a huge success. Be sure to visit them today and say thanks." He picked up a stack of papers, tapped them together on top of the desk and grimly announced, "The Astatula Assassin remains at large."

Punchinello mouthed Trumby's alert and gyrated like Tuscanini bringing an orchestra to an intense crescendo with his baton. He genuflected with his arms fully extended behind him and shivered as a cold chill raced down the middle of his spine.

Distracted by the sea of folders scattered on top of the table where he labored, Sheriff Daniels picked up the remote control. He aimed the unit at his wall-mounted Emerson, depressed a button, and returned the remote to its rightful location. "Bye-bye boob tube. Always the same ole same ole, but never anything informative," he groused.

Punchinello beheld Beth Sorenson as she strutted past the kitchen window with a platter in her hands. His mouth watered while he imagined carving the angelic features of her face to shreds with his serrated hunting knife. The thought brought elation. He chuckled. Maybe he'd even gut the doe.

Evil intentions on his mind, Punchinello crossed Cassandra Boulevard. He disappeared behind the cherry blossoms that lined the front yard and momentarily paused to smell their almond-like aroma. Resurfacing at the cellar door in the back of the dwelling, Punchinello discovered a simple padlock secured the hasp that sealed the subterranean room.

"Daniels you brain-dead imbecile, is this the best you can do to keep carnage like me out of your casa?" Punchinello asked.

Punchinello gained entry with a lock pick and illuminated a halogen flashlight. He surveyed his surroundings and palmed folded laundry in a basket on top of the dryer. The sensation made him feel like a scrote. Punchinello tingled. He almost creamed his drawers. Silently, he eavesdropped on the conversation that came through the closed door. Once upon a time not so long ago he'd been a famous murderer. Soon, the headlines would scream he was again.

The book continues with Punchinello Chapter 2. We will provide a link to it when you review this below.

Author Notes
This is Evan, by Lilibug6, selected to complement all my Cody Schroder stories.

So, thanks Lilibug6, for the use of this incredible picture that provides Cody such an easily recognizable face on FanStory.
Pays one point and 2 member cents. Artwork by Lilibug6 at FanArtReview.com

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