Enter My Nightmare

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Death is the bridge to hell…

Hell is the abomination of life itself…

*This is not for the faint of heart.*

If you have a morbid inkling to experience where I go when darkness consumes me, close your eyes, and transcend into the pit of hell…

There’s no resting in peace as sharp serrated claws pierce, and rip my body

The stench of formaldehyde, and burning flesh fills both nostrils

I’m empty inside and nothing comes up, but a scream of sheer anguish

I don’t recognize the panicked, and wailing voice…It must be yours, I know it is…

I’m here every night, my soul lives in darkness, but my spirit is of the light…

Sweet dreams tonight my friends

8-12-22

9:57 AM

It’s Feeding Time

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I scurried from the darkness; like that of a rat, eluding a snake.

Petrified of being devoured by the serpents that hide in the corners, and slither through my mind…I play a dangerous game with men. They’re easy prey, so gullible to a sexy woman wearing red heels, and a tight black dress. Such fools.

The serpents are getting restless.

It’s time to hunt. There’s a corner bar I patronize. Long haul truck drivers, stop in for food, drinks, and try to pick up a woman for the night.

I enter the noisy, smoke-filled bar,  and immediately put my plan into action. I seductively walk to the dimly lit area; opposite the pool table, and lean in between two men and order a dirty vodka martini. While the bartender fixes the drink, the man to my right, smiles and introduces himself as Bob something, or another. His surname eludes me. It’s not important, he’s just another Tom, Dick, or Scary.

When my drink arrives, Bob offers me his seat, and pays for the martini.

We begin to exchange smalltalk. Yada, yada. He ordered another shot of bourbon, and told me he was leaving in a couple of days, heading out West. He has roughly five hundred more miles to drive.

The jukebox was playing, and it was getting louder. The music was heavy metal.

He suggested we go out to his rig, where we could have a private conversation. I declined, but invited him to come home with me, because I live within walking distance.

Bob paid the tab, and staggered alongside of me, until we arrived at my apartment.

As soon as I closed the door, he was fondling me, telling me how beautiful I was. His breath smelled of sweet alcohol, and he was already undressing.

I put my arms around his neck, peered into his bloodshot eyes; leaned in for a kiss. It happened just before he realized, he was going to die. A serpents head came out of each ear, and started to strangle him.

You see my kiss was with the tongue of a serpent. The serpents slithered from the corners, wrapped themselves around him, squeezed him, and begin to eat him. I kicked off my heels, and watched; laughing hysterically.

Tonight I’ll sleep. The serpents will stay hidden;until the next hunting season.

7-27-22

6:36 PM

Ms.Vee

Penelope Says Goodbye

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The Nameless Children built this chair for Penelope's spirit Photo taken by Ms. Vee

The Nameless Children built this chair for Penelope’s spirit
Photo taken by Ms. Vee

This is a sorrowful ending to a tragic short story. I wrote The Nameless Children Part I and II. It wasn’t well received nevertheless, I have to put end to the story.

This is a dark short story, so if you have the heart to read it, I have added the links for Part I and II. I am curious to know what you think of my story. Please leave a comment, positive or negative. I do enjoy writing from a dark side.

https://verajackson.wordpress.com/2013/03/20/the-nameless-children

https://verajackson.wordpress.com/2013/03/21/the-nameless-children-part-ii

Narrated by Ms. Vee…..

Penelope knows she’s dying. With each painstaking step, she is in chronic pain. Nothing will deter her from reaching the playground and seeing the children. She knows this will be the last time she will make the walk down the crooked dusty path.

Upon her arrival The Nameless Children form a circle around her. She collapsed on her favorite bench. She never felt the wet slime on the bench, until this moment, but she ignored it, and smiled.

Penelope spoke softly, and slowly. She addressed each of the children by name, beginning with the oldest. Alex, Brian, Xavier, Dawn, Anna, and Romona. Penelope’s voice was raspy when she said “Each one of you know that I love you dearly. I know you gave me the vision to see you, and my beloved Romona because you felt the connection and grief in my heart and soul when you were taken from this earth. I prayed each day, and asked God to forgive me for committing murder, and I will have to answer for my sin, very soon. Don’t feel any guilt for tossing those matches on that murdering bastard. I am tired, old, and sick.  It is time for me to close my eyes, and leave my weary body, and soul. I want you all to find peace, and not to be afraid of the rain, or fire. Play in this playground every day, and continue to fill the world with your laughter.

I can’t make the walk back home. I am going to lie on my favorite bench, with my loving children around me, and close my eyes.” Before Penelope could lift her feet up to curl on the bench; she died. It immediately started to rain, and The Nameless Children sobbed.

They buried Penelope under the bench, and built her a new one a few weeks later.

Alex, Brian, Xavier, Dawn, Anna, and Romona, sit on the bench at the playground every day!

….The End….

R.I.P.

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