GUTTERED GARGOYLES

a writing by James Stephen Thompson

Guttered Gargoyles

Psalm 85: 1-7 Lord, You have been favourable to Your land; You have brought back the captivity of Jacob. You have forgiven the iniquity of Your people; You have covered all their sin. Selah You have taken away all Your wrath; You have turned from the fierceness of Your anger. Restore us, O God of our salvation, And cause Your anger toward us to cease. Will You be angry with us forever? Will You prolong Your anger to all generations? Will You not revive us again, That Your people may rejoice in You? Show us Your mercy, Lord, And grant us Your salvation.

Once upon a time there stood a house upon a hill. The house named Standard Court had to it a spooky style of standard. In this case; the standard had to it a variety of different meanings, each of which would have its appropriate meaning on the appropriate occasion. Occasions such as when spooky would have been more excitable. Or other occasions for stories when spooky would have been more unnatural in ways of being nervous, creepy, sinister or weird. On more regular occasions meanwhile, the spooky meaning would be defined as having to it a terrifying, gloomy, depressive or disheartening sensation to its ways of giving off a variety of atmospherics.

It was within this house named Standard Court, or otherwise the Head Quarters of the NHS CityCare, where three most terrifying, gloomy and such peculiar members of the management in particular, stood out unto all. Each of these three members on most occasions, would at peak times, appear seated in such a peculiar pose at the table where, they held their regular NHS meeting. One of them named Chris, sat with a bozz-eyed pose whilst poking his nose. His assistant meanwhile named Sarah, crouched down towards the table top and stared with her tongue hanging out without doubt. She would appear unto all as if simply begging for water with having her mouth very much behaving as a spout for a further addition. The third one Sandy, revealed her thoughts by remaining seated as if lost in another world whilst her elbows upon the desk, supported her head resting in her hands.

They spent their time round the table in attempts to conjure up images of hideous, brooding creatures as if perched high above the Round House building of the NHS CityCare. The most terrifying one meanwhile; Sarah, looking as though she might break from her moorings and take flight. But gargoyles or bosses, it turns out, can be full of surprises. All three of them began bouncing up and down upon their seat as Chris asked; “who’s been sitting in my chair?” Actually, the other two then followed suit asking the same question; “who’s been sitting in my chair?” They all three then burst out in such a horrific style of laughter; “he, he, he, he, he!”

Judging by their expressions, it appeared that not one of them on this occasion, Halloween, had any intention of making a move so as to make progress with their regular family stories during their meeting as each of the present three, sat one on three sides of their square table. Each one of them meanwhile through so much tough maintenance, were now showing signs of cosmetic wear upon their gutted, although shameful expression. The rain within the darkening atmosphere outside was now falling fast as sounds of terrifying thunder and lightening merged in also. Both rumbles and rours of such anger it so sounded together with strikes of lightening meanwhile, continued to build up round and round in circles over-head as if relating to; Psalm 72: 3-6 May the mountains bring prosperity to the people the hills the fruit of righteousness. May he defend the afflicted among the people and save the children of the needy; may he crush the oppressor. May he endure as long as the sun, as long as the moon, through all generations. May he be like rain falling on a mown field, like showers watering the earth.

It had been through how patient appointments recently, had been so tough and challenging to attain, each one of the three guttered gargoyle funny faces, although they saw themselves as angels of light, appeared demonised as they sat at their table as if, attempting to work out a pattern of bringing in more of their relatives into the NHS, all with the hope so as to conquer out all characters of so many unseen patient illnesses. Through the bosses or gargoyles symbolizing evil spirits, monstrous entities, and damned souls they therefore believed they, had their ways to ward off evil.

The word gargoyle so we read, originates from the French gargouille, meaning "throat." It had been noticed, that all three members; Chris, Sarah and Sandy through in the years gone by, choking on so much water, today spoke with a nervous, creepy, sinister and weird rough dialect from within their tough and uncomfortable accent point. This weird point, they all had the intention of destroying so as to simply sound perhaps, so much more sweet and less disheartening, even though having to continue with that same spooky expression of a terrifying strangulation. The meeting eventually through aid of grunting and grumbling, commenced as each of the three corners with his or her own expression, embarked on what it had been they had gathered for to solve.

It was then when expressions changed, it was asked; “Where’s Sue with her horrific expression, we all left her on patrol of the forth angle of the tower of the Round House, with all of this uncontrollable rain falling at such a pace, she shall be choking to death, speedily abandon seats. We must drop this late meeting and get back into our own positions too. It is Halloween, we must drain all the fallen rain water away.”








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