Saturday, March 18, 2017

Friday, March 3, 2017

I Wished, I See, I Regret

I hate going to the grocery store, I mean really hate it. I just want to stay home, watch TV, and write. Lets be honest. I hate going anywhere. It’s not that I have some weird phobia. I would love if it was that simple. What I have is more sinister. I see how people die. I see people going about their regular lives, totally normal to everyone; but me. I see if it was natural, accident, self inflicted, whatever. I guess I brought it on myself. I use to wish I was a great writer. I wished for years. Then I had a accident. HA, I fell over the dog in the driveway. I woke up 3 days later with a splitting headache and tunnel vision. After a week and a battery of tests, I was fine. If you call this fine, when I see anyone, I see their body as it is when they die. Imagine someone who commits suicide by a gunshot to the head, walking around and interacting with people. No one else see’s it, but I do. I see the hole through the skull, while they make small talk. How about a accident, or disease. This is why I would rather stay home. Thankfully it doesn’t effect TV. Or I would really go crazy. So I stay home. Away from everyone, writing horror and mystery stories. I will admit, it does give me great ideas. Plus the eccentric recluse character makes my work sell better. But it isn’t worth it.

So I go when I have to, always looking at the ground, never making eye contact. I get a buggy, go around the store, then strait to the checkout. Luckily the lines are short at night, night means less people. I put my stuff on the belt as the cashier swipes my items across the scanner as I stare at the floor.

"Did you find everything okay?" she asks casually.

"Mm-hmm," I mumble to the floor. Her voice sounds nice. Pleasant. Curiosity wins over and I glance up. The cashier's head is dented in on the right side, blood streaming out her eye, nose, and ear. Probably a car accident. I snap my gaze back down towards the floor. After I pay, she gives back my change in a hand so mangled I'm surprised it can hold anything. Thanking her, I grab my bags and turn towards the exit.

Walking to the double doors, I see a man in a cowboy hat looking through magazines at the news stand. The skin on his face and hands is the consistency of a marshmallow that fell into a campfire. Burn victim. The older lady running the stand looked normal, except for her left eye and mouth were drooping. Stroke victim.

I get close to the door and see the greeter, a middle aged woman with a deep purple bruise surrounding her neck, her eyes bugged out and bloodshot. Death by hanging. I rush out the door as fast as I can. In my car I finally catch my breath as I lean my forehead on the steering wheel.

After a few minutes I look up and see my familiar reflection in the rear-view mirror: my ashen skin, dilated eyes, with a yellow foam dripping from the corner of my mouth. “Overdose”, I whisper.

Be Careful What You Wish For. Why did I ever wish?

Thursday, February 23, 2017

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Paw-Paw’s Journal

Moe sat in his small home office looking down at 2 old army ammo boxes. These were his paw-paws that just recently died and was left to him. Moe is a bibliophile, like his paw paw was, they were more concerned with quality over quantity. Rare first editions and antiquated tomes on geology, science and phrenology. Signed copies by authors which would bring a handsome sum were they ever sold.

Packed away carefully in refurbished World War II ammo crates, a... testament to his service, the books slowly revealed themselves and Moe silently thanked his forefather for what he thought was his final gift to him. At the bottom of the last crate Moe found a small leather ledger. Seated on the floor of his small office, a half empty bottle of bourbon on the table and volume after volume of Paw-paw’s books, now his. Sitting inside a semicircle of old books on the floor, Moe slowly opened the small book.
The pages were yellowed and stained in places and were filled with a neat script. Always a meticulous man, it seemed Paw-paw had a bit of a morbid streak as well, for each entry was dated and contained a description of one of his kills from the war. It seemed as though each and every death he caused was listed therein. Included were his impressions of each one, a brief description of the event as it transpired and what weapons he used from his M1 rifle to his 1911 pistol, bayonet or rock and even a few detailed descriptions of hand to hand combat which Moe rather enjoyed.

As he read through his dark and twisted account of war he was struck by the matter-of-factness of it, the clinical way in which the details were recorded. And then Moe was surprised by something else. The dates extended well beyond the war and, though less in volume, the killings were recorded up to a few years ago. Moe placed the old ledger down, took a large swallow of bourbon, and then sat there in silence for quite some time. Many of Paw-paw’s killings were cold cases he recognized from news reports. Moe got up and placed the ledger in his safe next to his own clandestine little ledger. Because it was nice to know that Moe wasn’t an anomaly in his family. It was nice to know that Paw-paw saw enough of himself in Moe to give him that final wonderful gift.

Only Once upon a Time

“Bring it, you woolly fleabag!” Little Red shouted at the wolf, low crouching in a half-circle. The huge wolf regarded her in the shadows of the trees, hunger glinting in his yellow eyes. He slowly straitened, looming over her. A low growl escaped his muzzle and one fang showed beneath a curled lip. He paused before her, letting her see him fully.

“I’m going to take you.” His voice was a rasp, deep and resonant.

“Where to wolf?” Red replied defiantly.

“Foolish girl, I mean to eat you”, snarled the wolf.

They stood in the clearing, the bright of the sun breaking through the trees. Red had stopped here on her journey to rest, when the wolf appeared.
She leapt across the clearing in a high arc, hitting the wolf square in the shoulder with a sudden kick, sending him tumbling backwards. Red’s hood was blown back as she jumped, revealing a long braid of shiny red hair.
The wolf scrambled up after the kick; bark, leaves, and dirt spraying behind him. He delivered a paw strike to her arm, her body spinning with the impact. He howled as he hit her, the ground shaking with rage. She countered with a combination of a lightning fast kicks and a swinging punch to his snout. The big wolf toppling over, landing with a hard thud on his back.

“You messed with the wrong woman today! I’m tired, I’m hungry, my feet hurt from walking all day and I’M NOT IN THE MOOD TO GET EATEN!” she shouted.

A silver dagger emerged from within the folds of her crimson riding hood, the wolf countering with a wide slap with is huge paw. The knife spun off into the darkness of the underbrush, out of her reach. Red spun and dropped, the force of the wolf’s strike sending her sprawling. The wolf towered over her, slowly raising one ferociously sharp paw to strike her and end it.
“You may think you’ve bested the only woman in the forest, wolf” she said. “But you forgot one thing. “

“What’s that?” the wolf growled.

“Grandma.” Red replied through smiling lips.

As soon as Red said this, Grandma landed on the great wolf’s muscular back, bellowing with rage and righteous vengeance. She dug her long fingernails into his eyes and down to tear open his cheek. She pulled a long, worn blade from her knitted shawl and drew it across the wolf’s throat then plunging into the side, a bright arterial arc jetting from his lacerated neck.

“I’ve simply no idea what I’m going to wear to market today, honey. It’s absolutely chilly out.” said Grandma, stirring her tea. Her and Red sat around the table inside the small cottage where she lived.

“I have a notion, Grandma”, replied Red.

“What’s that, darling?” Grandma asked.

Red lifted a large, shaggy brownish black pelt from the peg behind her chair and offered it up to her Grandma. “Wear wolf”, Red said with a gleam of charm.