That is Harrison Ford doing the whip cracks on this song.
Big Iron Maiden fan.
I thought maybe this week we should put Eddie in the spotlight.
Here is the song that got me into them.
Now, onto the posters.
So, A, B, or C, which is the one for thee?
All three of them are really sharp. A. jumped off at me right away, but I have always loved that Trooper poster. I think my vote has to go with C. Great song. Great poster.
“With a mocking smile, he placed one hand upon my shoulder and, holding me tight, bared my throat with the other, saying as he did so: “First, a little refreshment to reward my exertions.”
Bram Stoker, Dracula
A dash of warm milk
Caffeinated dark liquid
4 Stars out of 5: Unique stories
6 tales of terror filled with gore and suspense.
Now, here it is, lid open, Gluten filled in every lovely fucking square inch of pie. I lean over, let the fumes of Gluten wash over me. I inhale deep, and my nose immediately starts to burn and sting. The flesh starts to peel away, blood and pieces of skin are now dripping down my cheeks like candle wax. The nose will be gone soon, but I refuse to scream. I refuse to give in to this nightmare that I now find myself in. My eyes go blurry for a moment, start to tear. I have to take a second to control the pain. Clinching my fists, banging on the table. My nose is now gone, down to just a bony nub, and now the Gluten is moving onto my cheeks, rippling the flesh, peeling it back, revealing the bones underneath, letting the blood flow freely onto my bare naked chest. I quickly pick up a slimy greasy piece, no use waiting, fuck it all and damn the torpedoes. I use my left hand to eat with first, because I write with my right. This slice is so warm and so soft to the touch and it sizzles like bacon in a pan, but wait, that’s not the pizza sizzling. It’s my hand, bubbling and writhing with tiny white bumps. While I watch, the flesh melts away, blood and white skin are now running down my arm. Okay, before this gets too bad, let me go ahead and take a bite . . .
The stories in this chilling collection are as follows.
Devil at the Wheel
A Joyride in a Chevy Chevelle. The car was just sitting there for the taking. What could possibly go wrong? Vinnie and Mike are about to find out what can and will go wrong once they turn the key. Evil awaits.
Fear of the Scarecrow
This short story is about a desperate man hungry for revenge. Sometimes revenge comes with a price.
The Man from the Road
A man suddenly appears on a road. He’s lost, confused, no clue as to how he got there. He starts to walk and stops suddenly. There’s a bonfire in a field nearby. He sees people dancing around this fire. They are performing some kind of ritual. He turns to flee, but he’s captured. No chance of escape. He hopes he is only dreaming, because all of this seems a bit too real.
Suicide by Gluten? In this short story one man opts out in a most unusual way.
A Haunted House Tale
This short story is about five students on Halloween night who discover the secrets and terrors of the town’s most famous haunted house. Will they live to see the morning?
A monster stalks the city of Tampa Bay. Tim Roberts, a detective, is hot on this monster’s trail. Will he catch this monster in time or will this monster feed until it has its fill? Be careful Tim, this monster has a secret yet to be revealed.
He heard the leaves crunch
A sound that chilled his young soul
The ghouls had found him
Cool Halloween night
Leaves crunching under kid’s feet
Children filled with glee
Fall color’s explode
Across the steep tall mountain
Seasonal tree leaves
For more prompts like “leaf” go here: Haiku Horizons
Out of the village, the truck started to move. Past small homes and tiny shops this man had loved all his life. He was heading towards the mountains. He could see the now snow-covered peaks, white in the distance, bathed in the light of the full moon, as the truck drew closer to them.
The truck moved onto a small, two-lane highway.
The road was smooth.
The ride was easy.
After many miles of traveling, the truck turned off onto a dirt road. It roared down this road, past leaves colored with autumn’s dying glory, past fields being harvested, past small farms with cows and PIGS.
The dirt road came to an end. The truck moved on into tall grass that swooshed and smacked the vehicle–like it was trying to consume it. The truck moved forward, climbing ever so gently until the driver saw their destination.
Headlights splashed off an enormous cave entrance.
The truck drove into this cave and came to a stop.
The man looked around, as he was led off the truck.
The cave was twenty, maybe thirty, feet high with white granite stalactites looking like a thousand sharp fangs hanging above him. They were all kinds of shapes and sizes with the longest being about five feet long.
The cave itself stretched out from this giant entrance to many dark tunnels. Some of these tunnels climbed upwards, some down, some just stayed as even and straight as the floor he was standing on, which was covered in brown dirt and bat dung – creatures long since departed once their darkened space was invaded . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.