Haiku – 10/22/2017

Trees dressed in color

Sharp yellow, green, red, and gold

Scattered all about

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Tales from the Blog (10/22/2017): Demon Energy 4

The man was placed on another bed that was covered in hospital white (sheets, pillowcases, and blankets all the same bland color).

The man lay there a moment, as chains were fastened to the floor so his legs and arms couldn’t move. The bindings were not tight, didn’t hold him down in a painful way. He could at least move enough for a simple scratch or a simple stretch.

Then he felt them, the demons rising up again. The force of a thousand angry creatures rushing through his limbs. He shook violently, and slammed up and down, up and down, testing the springs of the mattress, testing the limits of his now tired body, testing the limits of the chains. Muscles screamed in agony, saliva flew from his mouth, sweat lit up his body, his face contorted in pain.

The men and women in the cave scattered, as the chains ripped free, broke from their metal hold. The man tried to rise. He felt hands upon him again. The man was strong though, fueled by DEMON ENERGY. He started to win. The brave souls who dared to touch the man, to try and hold him down, their hands burned as they held him in place.

New chains arrived, blessed chains dipped and bathed in holy water. They wrapped the man up, pinned him to the bed. These chains burned his flesh, as the demons inside him screamed out loud –“We are legion! Curse you and your homes!” –and then fell back to quiet.

The man felt his timid soul return from the depths of wherever it went to hide during these violent uprisings. The chains no longer burned, but they were much tighter now. He had no choice but to lay there and endure.

He asked for some water, and it was brought to him. It cooled his parched throat, washed away the bile and blood still lingering there from this recent attack. He tried to relax, tried to figure out what to do about this situation he found himself in . . . 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.

Cool Posters Thursday (10/19/2017): Iron Maiden

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.

A.

Thanks: www.pinterest.com

B.

Thanks: www.pinterest.com

C.

Thanks: www.moviepostershop.com

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.

Wednesday Quotes (10/18/2017): Famous Words from Famous Writers – Bram Stoker

“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

Source: 33 Of The Creepiest Lines In Literature

 

Tuesday Promotions (10/17/2017): Bumps in the Night (Gluten Free)

4 Stars out of 5: Unique stories

6 tales of terror filled with gore and suspense.

Gluten Free

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.

Gluten Free

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?

SHe

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.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KBPYYLE

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01KBPYYLE

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01KBPYYLE

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01KBPYYLE