Alonzo's left hand slowly pulled his jacket coat back, his right hand crept up to the holster and pulled out his weapon of choice. A .44 MAGNUM. He levelled the gun at the man on the floor who had his hands and feet tied and his mouth gagged. Alonzo, removed the safety, rested his index finger on the trigger. Milli-inch by milli-inch began to squeeze on the trigger. When a man burst through the door, shouting for Alonzo to stop. 

BOSS!!!!

Alonzo dropped his hand and turned his towards the man who just came in. He took a deep breath and walked towards him, his finger still on the trigger.

This had better be good! 

Alonzo growled. The man clocked that Alonzo's hand was still on the trigger and began to hesitate. His words began to stutter, his sweat pores opened up. Slowly oozing out, drops of salty water. 

I-I-I'm sorry. I-I did-dn't realise what you were doing. But this is important. I have a personal message right from the Godfather. He's sent you a gift but before I give it to you. Do you mind if we go somewhere private? Please.

Alonzo wasn't expecting this. A personal gift from the Godfather. He had to see what it was. He told one of his men at the door to finish off the job and told the courier guy to follow him.

Follow me, i'll take you to my office it's just round the corner.

As soon as Alonzo got to his office he handed one of his finest cuban cigars to the gentleman, lit it up for him and offered him a seat.

So. What is it?

 The man stood up, opened up his jacket. On the other side of the desk, Alonzo began to get hesitant, his hand began to hover over his shotgun under the desk. The man, pulled out a journal. With a letter with his name on the top. 

Alonzo began to disregard his insecurities and accepted the gift. He shook the man by the hand and he left. Alonzo spun round on the chair to face the window. He put the letter to the side. and opened it the big book. He flicked through the pages and noticed that each page and had one paragraph in the middle. Each consisting of 100 words each. Alonzo, wondered what it was. He then remembered the letter. He rested the book in his lap and opened up the letter.

Dear Alonzo, you may be wondering what was in that book that I've sent to you. Contained in that book, is the travels of the people who have come across this thing of ours. People to have walked the fine streets of St. Louis. They were the most influential people to many others and so today I'd like you to have it. As you may know, I haven't been Godfather for long. I found this hidden behind a cupboard in our HQ. I've read it, but it's a bit old. We need a new one. I'd like you to a round up as many people as possible to write their stories. Not any old story though. I'd like it to be about their travels in St. Louis only. Not more than 100 words also. Anyone who can complete this successfully will be allowed to enter their story in this diary of ours. 

Alonzo, sat back on his reclining chair with a smile on his face. This was going to be fun and he and the godfather knew it. Alonzo felt honoured to organise such an event. He went to the streets and began hanging up as many posters as he could. 

                                               Drabble Competition 1935

 Here ye, here ye. The godfather of this beloved city of ours would like to hear every single one of your stories. Stories of your travels here and there in this city. And this city only. Since this is a drabble comp. we'd like it to be 100 words and no more than 100 words.  There will be many prizes whether it be the whackiest story, the most suspense, the most tension rising. The most, heartfelt story etc. The competition will start on the 18th July at 00:00 and end on the 20th July at 00:00 along with the rest of the events.  

                                      Prizes will be announced at the end of the drabble competition. Once we can count up the entries.          
                                                                       The more of you, the better the prizes.

For example, 

Alonzo  began his life of crime at the age of 10. He started hanging around with boys from his local area.  As his initiation into the local gang he had to commit his first murder. The oldest boy who was sixteen but could easily pass off as nineteen came up to Alonzo. He handed him a handgun and pointed to a woman who was carrying. Alonzo took the gun from him. He aimed his gun, pulled the trigger and watched her drop her bags. Alonzo was about to run, when he heard a familiar cry. It was his mother’s .   

If you have any questions feel free to mail me and not comment here as this space is entirely for the drabble competition only. Thanks for listening and I wish everyone that participates the best of luck. Again may I stress to do whatever you like. Remember the lots of prizes for different things. Just make sure you have fun.

I'm very excited for this! Hopefully there will be lots of entries. Good luck everyone!

BigEasy takes out his notepad and starts writing down ideas.

The new Headquarters 

"What you have down here, understand, is animal damage." Clown tugged his oversized pants, where his utility belt made them droop.
“Animals?" Mr Alonzo adjusted his Fedora hat and shivered slighlty.
"Sure. Your racoons, for example, come in for the warmth, and they chew the casing right off. Then leaks, loss of pressure, BAM!, here I am."
Mr Alonzo managed a relieved smile. "Racoons?"
The floor rumbled, from below came a terrible, blood curdling shriek.
"'Course, sometimes it's hard to distinguish your racoons and your basic Doom Rat." Clown spat and reached for his wrench. "Mind yer feet, Mister."

A Day in the Life

Aldo went out for drinks, as usual, he ordered scotch on the rocks. Then one of his guards ran to him.

Boss, big emergency, very big.

What is it?

Big, I'm not sure what happened, but it's huge.

Aldo looked out the window and practically shit himself.

Okay, grab the Browning out from the back room. Call all of the men, tell them to bring big betsy.

Ten minutes later, three men came into the room, one with a bazooka, and one with a browning 1918 lmg.

Well, boys,  a rival family brought something to assault us...

A T-34 TANK!

A Sweet Deal

Kompton was on his way to a deal that would change New Orleans for a long time.

Kompton turned the corner to find two portly men in suits next to a medium sized truck.

“How are you doing today Jorge” said Kompton as he shook the man’s hand.

“Good” replied Jorge.

“Alright let’s see what we got here” as Kompton opened the trunk.

Kompton reached into the trunk to find bricks of sugar.

Kompton opened up one of the tightly wrapped bricks, and tried a pinch of sugar. “Perfect” said Kompton

Several days later Kompton died of a sugar overdose.

New Kid On The Block

TheBigEasy leans against the wall of the St. Louis Federal Bank. The same car passes him for the fifth
time, every time before he just stood there. Not this time. This time TheBigEasy tips his hat, the breaks
squeal and the car comes to an abrupt stop. Four men quickly get out all holding pistols. As they past TheBigEasy
he looks down the street both ways then follows the men inside.

"Hands up, faces down, and mouths shut! Simple commands. If everyone does as they should no one will get hurt."

TheBigEasy smiles and thinks to himself, "Success! you got paid!"

Short Life As A Mobster

It was black as night when they first met in a whirlwind fight of the fittest... one sperm, one egg, two entities brought together to create my existence.

9 months til my release. I had to plan, garner my thoughts. Which city to take down first, St Louis or New York, Smooth or Nutty Peanut Butter. Choices

Then it happened, I saw the light. I was ready or so I thought.

A life changing epiphany, I was dying the same way I was created, with my head and neck lodged inside of a woman’s vagina

I’ll take down heaven instead

A Godfather Meeting

Roman had just exited the plane in St. Louis when a car pulled up to meet him on the tarmac.  Roman opened the back door to the car and entered to see Godfather -BostonGeorgeJung seated opposite him.   Roman smiled and slid into the back seat, he always enjoyed seeing his friend for a drinks on the town.  Boston George had gotten his bearings on the city and he had opened it up to a weekend of drinking and carousing, something Roman had to see in person.  Roman shut the door behind him and the car sped off into the night.

The Job

Alabama landed at Spirit of St Louis Airport, slightly nervous of her first big job. Hound had given her a great opportunity to work with him and his people in St Louis. Having never done a big job outside of Chicago, Alabama was excited. Even though she was unaware of what the target was, she just knew it was a big score.

Minutes after landing, Alabama had met up with Hound and been informed that tonight they would break into St Louis's Federal Reserve.

Holy fuck, she thought! It's time to get ready for the biggest score of her life........

The Continuence of ....wait for it... Yes THE JOB!

Hound eagerly waited at the Spirit of St Louis Airport awaiting the lovely Alabama. Hound was going over in his head how he was going to do the next job, knocking over our local St Louis Federal Reserve.

After Alabama landed Hound greeted her with a fist full of cash and a tall cold drink.

 Hound sees that Alabama is ready to pull the guns out like she Pickpockets the poor bums in the streets. So the time comes, all dressed in tight black leather she begins the approach to the St Louis Federal Reserve.

I call shinnanigans. AlabamaWorley and Hound are cheating! They planned ahead instead of hastily writing a story! CHEATERS! I'm only kidding...and sad that I didn't think of it first!

Simply Memories

Simplicity had done business with St. Louis many of times, but that was not the reason for why she was showing her face here today. She had come to visit the St. Louis Cardinals. When she was younger her brother always spoke of how he would love to go into the major leagues.

This is what made her want to sit down and enjoy a game. Watch them and remember watching her brother play. He loved this game and in doing so made Simplicity love to watch. By watching the game she could be happy and remember the good times.

My First Post Office Robbery:

I was first born in the city of Saint Louis before arriving with FOX at Detroit. I was just a small time Petty Theft. But, I didn't have a gun. So when robbing the post office I had a chocolate bar hidding in his the middle of his coat while holding him up. He yells at the post master.

"Give me all your money. I'm going Postal!"

The man responds: "Here! Take it all! Don't hurt me!"

I run out the building fast and take a bite of my chocalte bar.

Return home to find snickers in the bag. SUCCESS

Forcing Help

Paint was always a messy thing but Fox always found such joy in playing with it and did not care if she ruined anything. Pulling out her paints, she begins to create what she thought were masterpieces in the streets of St. Louis, getting a few appalled looks she grins and skips past them while painting their faces, she is crazy after all. Feeling they were missing something she double backs and plants big red noses, she nods as she thinks they are ready for their act. “Come help me build my new circus here,” as she shoves them forward.  

A Lesson For the PIMP.

ARGUS, had cautioned that guy several times in past  to keep a distance from his family. But words didn't seemed to be enough for that pimp, so some lesson was required to be thaught. He took a plane to STlouis and knew exactly where to find that pimp. He would have killed him if he wanted but wanted fear in everyones eyes so that no one could dare to harm his family.

He stalked him from his car for a moment. He got out moved towards that pimp, looked in his eyes and sliced his knife in his groin area.

Remember me bastard.

The Fix

I’m sat in the front row with a blonde so pretty she could make a priest piss on a painting of St. Peter. We watch as both fighters prepare to duke it out for the belt. ‘The Big Bear’s the favourite; a mean son-of-a-bitch with a killer left. His corner man nods to me as the bell goes.

2:32 into the third, The Bear’s on his back and the ref’s waving for a KO. The crowd knows it’s a fix and goes nuts.

Me and the blonde leave for a night in St Louis, my pocket 50 keys heavier.

Ours Is Not To Wonder Why


As the smoke settles around me I scan the room for any signs of life. Finding none I take a moment to think.

Truly a hit gone wrong, I mutter to myself as I turn to the door.

I think to myself "Where did it go wrong? How did they know we were coming? He was supposed to be alone!"

As I open the door to leave I notice a wire had been attached to the outside of the door. I glance to the right and see the grenade just as pin comes out.

I've been set up!

Then darkness.

The G Man

He remembered his face since the last time at the interrogation and the assault afterward when he would not co-operate.  He had given up nothing but longed for revenge, now the G Man was following him again but this time he had a plan.

Waiting round the corner in a doorway he gripped he threw G-Man the sidewalk and started to kick at him with his steel toe cap boots.  He laughed as the filth which once attempted to intimidate him bled on the sidewalk.

It was gonna be a long night for the Agent, one he wouldn't survive.

A Contest Within a Contest

Along public streets and darkened alleyways they lurked, awaiting new unsuspecting victims to stalk. Once targeted they would follow them craftily, shadowing their every move and avoiding the watchful look out of the bodyguards that were so typically encountered.

As the bodyguards eyes were momentarily averted the skilled pickpocketer took his chance to strike, deftly and stealthily slipping between the guards and removing the wallet before disappearing back in to the shadows once more.

These skills as possessed by the team of Alabama, Jade and Raptor were sure to bring further glory to Chicago in the St Louis pickpocket contest.

THE DRABBLE CONTEST IS NOW AT AN END. IT WAS HUGELY ENTERTAINING READING ALL THOSE WHO SUBMITTED THEIR DRABBLES. THE WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED SHORTLY. AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.