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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Gossip Mill (05/08/14)

TITLE: GGM Foods, Inc.
By Tim Pickl
05/13/14


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Very early on a Saturday morning my annoying smart phone alarm clock app sounded. I grunted at the buzzing bells, but I knew just ignoring at it wasn't going to make it stop. Finally, I rolled over, stretched and got out of bed and stepped over to my phone and tapped it Off.

I thought to myself, "I love getting overtime, but these weekend mornings are the only time I get to sleep in. This is really a sacrifice."

As I did my morning routine, I heard the comforting sound of my coffee maker finish brewing a fresh pot. "I definitely gotta have my coffee today." Robotically, I ran through my morning routine.

Finally, as I climbed into my truck, I recalled the conversation I had with the boss the day before.


"Hey, Mickey we just got a huge order. A humungous church convention is coming ta town next week. We need a crew ta work some serious overtime. I can't make it mandatory because'a da new union rules, but I was hopin'-"

"Sure, boss, I'll do it."

"Ya know, Mickey, you're da best worker I got."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay-whatever, boss. Show me da money."

"Funny ting you asked. I have a promotion right here for ya." He handed me an official-looking piece of paper.

"What's dis? Foreman?"

"Yes sir. You deserve it, Mickey. Congratulations."

"I.... I'm speechless."

"Ha ha! Mickey is speechless. Dat's a miracle in itself. Da look on your face made it all worth it ta me. You're a good man, Mickey, a good man an' a great worker."

He shook my hand, and then we embraced.


I pulled into the parking lot and it was almost full-it looked more like a Monday morning at the plant.

"This must be a record order. I ain't ever seen dis many people here on a Saturday."

When I walked into the plant, my boss met me at the entrance. He loved to walk and talk.

"Tanks again Mickey for comin' in today."

"You shoulda called me in earlier boss." I looked around, incredulous. "I had no idea you were gonna go into full production mode."

"You needed to get some rest, Mickey. You're probably gonna end up workin' all weekend."

"Oh, why?"

"We got an update overnight from da church convention: dey added about 5,000 more members than originally anticipated."

"I haven't seen it this busy aroun' here since the early days. What do you want me to do?"

Sergio interrupted us, "Excuse me, boss, and new boss. We gotta get the new line runnin' right now to keep up wit' da demand."

"Well, there ya go Mickey-sounds like a perfect first job for da new foreman."

"I'm on it, boss. Sergio, come with me."

"Yes, sir."

"Thanks Sergio for alerting us."

"No problem, sir."

The cacophony of workers and machines overwhelmed me as I followed Sergio into the production area. I had never seen our shop so buried! Gossip Grain Trucks streamed in one after another, unloading raw grain into the hoppers.

Soon, the all-new Gossip Grain Mill production line with the latest cutting edge technology was fired up and running at full speed. The new line could mill the raw gossip grain in about half the time. We transferred the freshly milled flour over to the Gossip Grain Bakery and by Sunday night the Bakery was cranking out fresh Gossip Grain Multi-Grain Bread.

Just in time for the humongous church convention on Monday morning.

As I watched the GGM Bakery bag up the fresh bread, Sergio sauntered up and handed me an updated report from the field.

"Thank you, Sergio. This is wonderful news, indeed."

As predicted, the church conventioneers arrived early; and from the conversations overheard by the Commander Dreadful Spy-rit and his troops on the scene, the gossip started immediately. The report detailed how the more the conventioneers ate our bread and gossiped, the stronger Dreadful and his minions became. Trust between friends and family was being broken as truth was trampled.

Lives were being destroyed.

Soon, some of the stories went viral, and as thousands of conventioneers arrived, they were caught up in the ingenious evil web.

My thoughts were harshly interrupted by the deafening sound of tornado warning alarms blaring simultaneously from everyone's smart phone in the shop. It triggered our internal security system warning:

Code Red. Take cover immediately. This is not a drill. Repeat: Code Red.

Within minutes the counterattack prayers of the saints destroyed our operation.


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Lois Farrow05/15/14
What a fun take on the topic. And I like the ending where evil is defeated. Well done.
Brenda Shipman05/16/14
Clever approach, for sure!
CD Swanson 05/19/14
Very well done! Exciting and clever tale.

Loved that once again evil is destroyed by goodness.

God bless~