Legend of Poveglia (FEARLESS)

cemetery-by-the-roadI returned from the passage in the castle. The first time I was too terrified to speak; when I saw the decayed body of my karate teacher, wailing over me, because of what I’d done to myself. Five supernatural (Black Dogs) appeared; each smelling of sewage.

“I’ll spit in your face. This is just an illusion.”

I was in a mental hospital, and the authorities were there.

There was a dead phone in the clinic, with a closed circuit TV, that use to belong to the A.A. members. It rang.

I picked it up, so doped up, that I thought it was a colored pencil. “Rick! I mean Jim Cross.”

The line was dead.

“You’re in the matrix, man,” an older patient that resembled Jim Morrison, from the Doors, said.

Suddenly, she broke out in Jim Cross’s speech pattern, followed by what I can only describe as a guttural hiss. “I thought that you loved me. What, my family isn’t good enough for you?”

I stumbled over to her like a drunk soldier.

“This isn’t the Civil War,” she replied in a southern drawl. “Spirits go home!”

Her thick ebony arms grabbed the coatrack from my arms. “What do you think this is, a musket?”

It took two attendants to pin me down, and sedate me.

I grew less fearful every day, even at the threat of a lobotomy. “At least I’ll still have my soul.”

The spirit of my roommate still haunts the tower. She was a paranoid schizophrenic , who died just 3 days after her lobotomy.

These kind of procedures were practiced in our culture, because the truth is; mental illness therapy is still trial, and error.

I became famous at the mental institution after I confronted the doctor about the death of my roomate. Her condition was guarded, and then she was dead.

I probably wan’t being too smart, when I plagiarized my thesis, in order to time-travel to Poveglia. A mad scientist kidnapped our group, and took us to the Peel Castle. It must have been an entrance to the underworld.

Countless spirits recited in ghostly voices, “Poveglia knows where you are! This place will chill your bones! We allow spirits to enter, but never leave.”

I leapt over the guardrail, hoping to jump into the sea. I opened my medicine bag full of lions claws, and serpent’s tails. I had run away, hoping to catch mind-numbing, excruciating pain, rather than losing my thought processes. I fliched as I saw the mad professor shake the drill at me.  “You’ll be thrown to the wolves! You’re only as good as that snake-headed goddess anyway!”

I watched the mindless ones (escapees) race toward each other; some in a maddening three-legged sprint. They bred in the caves, closest to the sea. Their children were deformed, having three heads, in the manner of cavemen. Eventually, the scientist leapt to his own death, and the passageways of the castle were sealed; never to be used again.

I can only hope that I reach Jim Cross in time. The distance will take four years by sea. All I can say is, it’s a matter of endurance, will, and my biological clock. The time machine is hidden underwater in the Bermuda Triangle area. I unsheathe my knife, tuck it between my teeth, and begin to swim. You do not seem to understand that one slight miscalculation, will cause Jim Cross’s suicide!



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Fire In the Attic

fire-1331908227GRP“You lost fool, you’re the demon!” Lori shouted, as she stood up on both legs. She pushed me against the wall, pinning me. “Don’t you see what you’ve done to this man.” She took the charred picture of my karate teacher, and handed it to me. His eyes glowed red.

“I-I thought that you were dead,” I stammered, slipping on the blood.

“Yes,” all but a few perished in the fire at the battered women’s shelter.

“I cringed as I saw Jim Cross’s picture melt. “How do you know about him? What have I done?!!!”

“The demon dog told me.”

I almost vomited from the slobber on Lori’s charred body. “Join me friends. This is the Radio Station For the Dead. This is the Day of Judgement!”

I tried to run, but I couldn’t budge. I was chained to the floor. Metal spikes shot out through the dog’s eyeballs, and nostrils, holding me in place. “Jim Cross has aged significantly, because of your suicide attempts, and he has lost his mind!”

Mary, and Stephanie entered. “Do I need to bring in one of your old neighbors to convince you. Here’s Debbie Garman.”

“Cute,” I said with sarcasm, “No freakin’ way.”

“Choose your passion,” the dog growled.

“Say what?”

“Your vice.”

“W-what do you mean?!!! I inquired.

“How do you wish to lose your SANITY?”

“Can I choose death?”

“No, but you can spin the wheel.”

I was forced to strip naked in front of everyone, and spin a wheel full of sticky glass.

“I’m a good news/bad news kind of monster,” the dog replied.

The arrow on the spinner landed on aggressive masturbation in public. I blushed, and then cried.

“No way,”  I screamed.

I was led into the dungeon with such ferocity, that my foot got caught in a skull, and I had to wrestle it out.

I was forced to follow two prison guards, who seemed to be eyeing my flesh, with forks. “Welcome to HM Manchester, Strangeways Prison.”

I was taken to a cell block, that resembled a piss-poor shantytown. If it wasn’t for the deformed dwarves, it wouldn’t have been so bad. We spent most days playing a makeshift flute to the Cactus Cats, to keep their drunken howls at bay, all night.

During the evening, we played poker for rat’s eyes, the currency in this little known sector.

Every day is more exhausting than the next, when you have no idea what’s going on, nor what to expect.

I got so tired, that I threw myself face first into a mud puddle; breaking my glasses. I punched wildly at nothing.

I knew that disturbing the old house where the women had died, would upset the spirits. I didn’t realize that was the last bad decision I’d make. I was dared by a group of my friends, to steal some of their ashes, during a solar eclipse.

A green wolf floated overhead. “I’m Fenris.” He took a bite out of the old moon. “I’m the last thing you’ll ever see.” He shot fiery arrows out of his eyes.

Little did I realize that I was biting my husband’s toes.

“Honey, what are you doing? You’re sick. I’ll get my revenge.” His freckled arms started to tickle me.

It was all a dream!



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Hungry Ghost Realm

“Please help me,” Jackie dragged herself to the curb. “I haven’t eaten in days. I’m not on drugs! I can prove it! My boyfriend kicked me out!” She collapsed in front of a man in a sports car.

“Hi, I’m Tom,” the well-groomed man in a designer suit said, as he opened his car window. “Are you hungry?”

Jackie nodded.

“I got just the thing for you,” Tom grinned. He handed her a sandwich tucked neatly into a plastic bag.

“God bless you,” Jackie’s eyes filled with tears.

Jackie almost gagged as she bit into the foul-tasting sandwich. She lifted up the top layer of bread, and found cat feces wrapped between 2 pieces of lettuce.

As Tom approached his highway exit, his breaks went out. He slammed into a semi, and turned into a human fireball. He felt himself falling into a bottomless pit. At first, flames scorched his body. As he plunged deeper, he began to shiver uncontrollably. Frostbite formed at his fingertips. Toward the bottom of the pit, he noticed that the walls were covered with glass. Shards of glass pierced into his legs, and torso.

He landed in a banquet hall. A huge table was covered with every imaginable delicacy: turkey, steak, lamb, etc. Toward the end of the table was a huge assortment of desserts.

Tom grinned as he piled food on his plate.

At first, he had trouble swallowing. Then everything he ate burned like acid. He devoured most of the food on the table, and couldn’t understand why he was still starving.

A group of scrawny spirits joined him at the table. “Welcome to the Hungry Ghost Realm,” they said in a monotone voice, “By they way, the next feeding time isn’t until next year.”teufel




The Devil’s Instruments

Back against the wall

No one to turn to

Nowhere to go

Too proud to fall

Half-mad with hunger

Clothes falling off rotten skin

Mind murky I roamed the

Midnight alleys

In a haze

From lack of sleep

I pressed on

As the holy rollers

Danced in circles, and sang

Back to the wall

Plastic bags tied to my feet

I tried not to laugh

As the holy man takes away

The cigarette from the musician

And tells him these are

The instruments of the devil

On Music City a mother

Tells her child to look the other way

Too crazy to go, but too

Sane too stay

Pity I did not seek

It was a false destination

I had reached

No, I did not play to bluff

When it was life that I’ve had enough

On that long ride

Too many things reminded

Me of home

Strangers with familiar

Faces became friends

I knew it was too late

To turn back now

Now matter where you runpenniless

The pain will always follow

A kindly stranger, a soldier’s wife

Led me down that forgotten

Highway of memories past


Characters, Anyone?

Here are some more unique character ideas to help you get started:

  1. the hairy beast
  2. the skeleton
  3. the necromancer
  4. the husband
  5. the lover
  6. the nudist
  7. the scarecrow
  8. the metal manhintergrund-799

Writers Block Busters

Here are a couple ideas for story plots:

  1. A medical professional is hired to help with an experiment made to test the effects of extended isolation on the human mind.
  2. An evil spirit who lives in gaps between furniture, doors, and drawers, drags anyone who spots it to hell
  3. A strange creature has been spotted that electrocutes, and claws the faces off people at night.hintergrund-799

Sea of Trees

In the Sea of Trees

The spirits don’t leavecemetery-by-the-road

The signs posted nearby

Say that life is a gift

Hard economic times

Can cause a rift

Too many mouths to feed

Someone gets left behind

To starve, perish, and die

The air is bitterly cold

No signals from cell phones

Your compass will fail

No animals to be found

On any of the trails

There’s more than 200 caves

If you decide to come

You should dig your own grave

Bodies, and nooses litter the forest floor

Of those who could take no more

The air is thick with despair

Of the dying’s last despondent stare

How many souls lost to these woods

No one really knows

If you must visit-Guard your soul!


The Rumor Mill

“What do you think your doing sleeping with my husband?! He’s twice as old as you are!” Janet pounded on the door.

Tanya turned off the lights, drew the blinds, and retreated to the back room. The phone rang. “Damn!”

Tanya took the phone into the closet. “Hello?”

“Hello Mrs. Channels. We have a great opportunity for you. How would you like to be on a game show?”

“I guess.” She peeked out the closet door, and glanced at the stack of overdo bills on her desk.

She snuck out the side door of the trailer, and shouted, “Sorry, I have to go to work now!” Then she ran to her car.

“You b***h!” Janet’s face turned red. Then she threw down her purse.

Tanya anxiously walked onto the set full of snickering college age kids. They were whispering to each other. Everyone went silent when she entered the stage.

“Welcome to the Rumor Mill,” the announcer said. He was a thin man in his late 60’s or early 70’s wearing spectacles, and a suit, and tie.

“And our first question is what rumor did you hear on the bus last Wednesday?”

“Your baby’s daddy is too cheap to buy diapers,” Tanya replied, “What a strange question,” she thought to herself.

“And the next question is what rumor was started in the third floor campus bathroom, three months ago, on Thursday morning at 7:30?”

“What kind of question is this? How could anyone know but me? I just happened to be going to the bathroom,” Tanya wondered, “Professor Reuben’s wife is a home wrecker,” Tanya replied.

“And for the last question, what kind of lies is your ex-boyfriend spreading about you?”

Tanya was perplexed.  “What kind of game show is this? My boyfriend told everybody that I slept with a cop to keep from getting arrested,” Tanya replied.

“Winner!” the buzzer went off, and confetti fell from the ceiling.

“You won the big prize,” the announcer said, winking at her. “What door would you like?”

“Door number three,” Tanya replied.

“You’ve won a vacation to a surprise destination.”

“That’s awesome,” Tanya said, “Shit, I could use a vacation. I don’t care where I’m going.”

As Tanya left the building, a masked man grabbed her from behind, and shoved chloroform in her face. She was tied up, and thrown in the back of a car.

Tanya awoke in an undisclosed location. She was strapped to a gurney. Someone shoved a needle into her arm.

She awoke to find herself on a bus going deep underground. The temperature rose as the bus ventured deeper into the earth. Flames were lapping at the windows.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Tanya said to the pale looking young woman, with bags under her eyes, and needle marks in her arm, “Do you have any idea where we’re going?”

“To the underworld, honey,” the passenger replied in a fit of hysterical laughter.scream



Hellhounds On My Trail

There’s hellhounds on my trail!

I run from the inquisition

They want to pull out every tooth and nail

There’s hellhounds on my trail!

Thump! Thump! Scrape! Scrape! Thump! Thump!

Do hear their skeletal tails?

Clean the racks, set out the traps

My door smeared with bloody hands

Shiver, shake, anticipate pain

As they call out their demands

There’s hellhounds on my trail!

Crawl, scrape, beg, brand the mark

Of the doomed upon my head

There’s hellhounds on my trail!bloody-hand-print



The Train

The trains derailed at night

Then they hit head on

I don’t want to feel

I don’t want to think

I feel like I’m on

A sinking shippainted-ocean-1507216139zSg


The Grand Convergence

Darkness converges upon

A myriad of lost souls

A scream of anguish echoes

From down below

Of a familiar voice I thought

I had once known

To torment, and torture

I was exposed

To find the lost cry

Of that unknown soul

A once proud man wanders the

Dimly lit portals of hell

A brief lapse of reason

He bled his life away

In these stone, and gray


He walks chain to chain

These damned souls hang their

Heads low

And shuffle their feet

Wandering day and night to a

Destination they will never find

They are confined to a section

Of Hell

Known as the Wood of Suicidesteufel


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