Mel’s Tattoo -An Ongoing Tale Chapter 160

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True to my word, I plan on giving lots of shout outs with my stories.

Jessica is one of the most original content creators out there! We share an admiration for Dr. Seuss!

“I don’t like them, Sam I am”
Doctor Seuss

JessicaJessica is hilarious and good natured. Her Wacky Wednesdays on YouTube are funny. I really like the blob song.  

Now, the story. ( Note: I take no responsibility for website content when you leave Brother’s Campfire)

Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging: and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.
Proverbs 20:1 KJV

The Puking Peasant Inn

The Puking Peasant was alive with patrons. 

A blend of cheap smell goods, hot dinner rolls, body odor and steaming buckets of frothy puke permeated the perimeter. 

Frothy Puke

It was Galvin’s the Bard’s off day. Violet had moved in with Watchman Wayne and no longer was employed at the inn.


The crowd was a mix of regulars and sailors from elsewhere.

A visitor complained that he had been robbed of his cheese stash by a scrawny hooded villain with a dagger.

The Scrawny Villain has been stealing cheese.

The regulars laughed. Some of them had been taken as well. That was the way of things in the dock quarter. 

The docks were not a safe place at night

Mel, a mysterious patron known for her dark wit and accuracy with dinner rolls, climbed on a bench with her parasol and proclaimed, 

🖤You, my man, are within reaches,

 if you buy me pint of Screaming Peaches. 🖤


Two men raced to the counter and jockeyed to be the first to quench Mel’s thirst, but to no avail. Someone beat them to it.

There was no end of sailors that passed through falling for her wiles. Mel had a bottomless belly and never seemed to get drunk. 

Not content with just a jostle

Mel was not quite through, 

She shouted smartly,

🖤Get a glimpse of me tattoo!🖤

The regulars boo’d,

The sailors swooned,

For glimpse of uncovered skin

For pint of Peaches

They did think

Her heart they would win.

The sailors gathered

 round and leered 

Waiting for the sight, 

intent and hard they peered

For glimpse of inked delight.

Mel had the sailor’s attention. She looked each on in the eye. The regulars could see the devil in them and shook their heads.

Following Galvin’s fabled phrase she ever so sweetly said,

🖤For tattoo showing demonstration,

Fill this bucket with donation!🖤

Seamen filled the bucket with months of wages with no considering of tomorrow. 

Mel began to look insecure and remorseful. 

🖤Really, fellas, I’m not sure I should. That is a lot of money and it wouldn’t be proper.🖤

Assuring her of payment for the unruly deed and swearing they would tell no one, she did the unthinkable. 

Mel rolled up her garments to reveal her tattoo. The men gasped, then became angry. A deal was a deal. 

She had such lovely forearms.

Mel’s Tattoo. They always fell for it.

Author: The Storyteller

Benjamin Thiel is a husband, father, correctional professional and author of The Ongoing Tale at Brothers Campfire. His favorite quote is "Don't count the lions. It will make you afraid and slow you down."

17 thoughts on “Mel’s Tattoo -An Ongoing Tale Chapter 160”

    1. The storys are loosley based on reality, but definitely fiction. The short stories are all part of an ongoing tale. My posts about personal life might be a little exaggerated but not too much! Stand ups like Marty the Motivated Mower are fictional.
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  1. He is bigger than life, The Reader. It is hard for people to “wrap” their minds around.
    You see some of the push back I received when I revealed him. I will let the truth be known, eventually.

  2. Genuinely, one of the funniest things I’ve ever read!! 😂

    You have Mel down to a tee – including her forearms!! 🤣

    I’m so glad both her and her bottomless belly feature down at the Pheasant!

    She’s magnificent! 🤪🖤

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