The Alchemist’s Cauldron

A stack of old books though with candles burning how dark it looks. Bottles and jars there, what do they hold? I can’t see them clearly, so ancient so old. Is that a shadow of a crow or a real one? Look closer with me that together we see.

 

Who Knew?

Shirley’s roommate had the house lit up brighter than a Christmas tree when Shirley

came home from work. Both TVs were on and all the lights save Shirley’s room while

she was on the landline clutching her cell in the other hand in case of a call. Finally her

bedroom TV went out, which meant one less item on, but Shirley had to give up watching

television in the living room or reap her roommate’s hovering, comments and impatient

insinuations. Shirley moved.

 

True Love

Ralph was into things he never admitted to Fran; he never let her in on his secrets. She

was patient and let him be himself, always happy with his company. It happened the car

was confiscated, which put a damper on his extracurricular activities. Fran could have

chuckled to herself about it but the car he was using when that happened was hers. She

had to go to the police department and haggle with them to get it back.

Bye Ralph.

 

 

Smile

Reece was having trouble getting her deposit back on an apartment she had moved from. She was learning the hard way her agent was very dishonest. While having a heated debate during an appointment with the agent one day, the agent angrily blurted out how she was stuck paying Reece’s landlord extra rent because of the date she’d moved that he didn’t expect. (It seemed he and the agent had some kind of arrangement about how long Reece should live there without her knowledge or approval.) That cut what Reece would lose to half the amount, which was better than losing it all.

 

 

The Pacifist

Bruce’s mom couldn’t shake the heartache she felt for Bruce ever since his breakup

with Lucinda. She knew Lucinda was much too old for him and as a graduate student in

Psychology her agenda for him wasn’t romance, but data toward dissertation. Life goes

on, but it was difficult for Bruce to shake off what had happened. A few years later,

Bruce’s mom happened upon Lucinda’s name on a social chat site. She baited her

sending an offer of friendship, which Lucinda accepted. Bruce’s mom let communication

remain open for about a month, then sent a message:

“When I first sent the offer of friendship, there was a bit of relish behind the notion of

telling you off. I decided it wasn’t worth it, not that at times there aren’t things that need

be said. Then I thought I’d start a healing process. Healing for what exactly? We’ve never

been friends. After what you did to my son we’re never going to be. Any salutation or

good will wish would be false on my part. I have no desire to extend my arm around you

and say, “Let bygones be bygones”. As victims of a pre-meditated attempted murder that

includes his sister as affected as we were, I don’t think we owe you, the perpetrator,

anything.

All of this to say I’m removing you from my list of friends. I guess something was said

after all; so much for the soft-cloth mom theory. If you wish to use any of this for

personal or professional dissertation, you must purchase the rights to my property from

me first.”

Right after she clicked send, she removed and blocked Lucinda from her page, got up,

opened a beer and settled back, basking in satisfaction.

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Sunday Is For Vampire July 2018

So I looked up the Chronicles of Riddick that was after I’d watched The Wolfman. Vampires still on my mind I was reminded of a conversation… why? Can’t say, “My friends and I have simple tastes, we drink Busch Light”. “My condolences” I’d said. The beverages offered after assistance given moving a heavy piece, yes could’ve done it myself but I can’t let anyone know, not in public, in daylight; anyway were a higher end, good quality and potency cast to the wayside by simpler tastes. Suit yourself I’ll keep them is what I didn’t say. Later that Christmas holiday the trash men received a bag I know they didn’t throw into the back of the truck for refuse or recycle amounting to a six of cheer. Well appreciated might do it again next year.

Simpler tastes aren’t worth a bite on the neck or anywhere. Thin, watery, cheap blood  let the wolves have him, tear him to bits, move on. I remember walking by a pizza box discarded in the grass two half eaten slices overrun by ants. On the return trip the box was still there, the pizza was gone, a few stragglers remained overseeing the cleanup ensuring nothing left behind. Have fun wolf-friend life’s natural shredder not created by Oliver North, leave his remains for the ants.

We have to look out for each other after all…

If You Pour A Shot Of Espresso Into A Mug It’s Still Only A Shot

I woke with that sense of impending doom, that death feeling but I think I should go back to sleep, work time is soon. Four a.m. comes around and I should get the last couple of hours. Executive decision I know what to do, or I knew.

I did lay down, put in a movie to nod off but I think I watched it; there wasn’t much left. I wanted my mind to stop but it won’t, it wouldn’t, that’s not how it works still, I think I slept. Crazy dreams never mind repose, I’m up to make that espresso now. Should wipe that blood off the keyboard, off the laptop.

 

Concepts

I can never figure out how European women do it! They wrap their shawls so perfectly should a tornado sneak up behind them catching them in its funnel and their lifeless body is spewed out from that very core, when they are found though now limp and lifeless they are a vision in a garment, immaculate, unruffled from the wind.

If I don’t have a shoulder bag holding it down after I wrap one around myself the slightest hint of a breeze will blow it off one shoulder leaving it dragging if not send it sailing away altogether.

Where am I going wrong?

 

 

Vampire Movie

 

 

I don’t need the Internet

Hurry find your way

I don’t have all day

Though I used to

 

I want to be like you

An immortal

But the vampire knew

Though new to his kind

Made special by the queen

What a douche bag he’d be

What a tool

The future unfolded in a blink

Well his did

The trouble he’d cause

His careless abandon

Their secrets revealed

The wasted death

The loss leading those to the slaughter

Theirs or his

So you want your reward he’d hissed

Yes you see I scare the people for you

Weaken them for the kill

Let you feed from me

I’m the best want-to-be you until you make it real

For all eternity

Yes that’d be me

Forever reality

An eternity you say

Well this is for you

Step closer no fear

He snapped his neck

That’s done problem gone

And the lackeys dove in

Well onto him to drink

Drain him through

Down to dust in the wind

His remains away they blew

Gentle swirl in the breeze

Into the moon

Or in front of it seemed

Seemed

Ha

I’d studied business as a human he recalled

Esse quam videre

To be

I am

It is what it is

Lackeys snarled he growled

Supernaturally

They backed into shadows awaiting his call

You know he thought

I always liked that song

 

 

My Lost Episode

 

 

I didn’t think twice when I saw it

The end of the season and the ritual incomplete

But you both had always been each other’s nemesis

What else would be new

So let’s see what a new season brings

Though I’m growing weary of the same routine

That wearing thin schtick

But

When I saw this episode in the towel I threw

I threw in the towel on watching anymore

Nine seasons would suffice

Actually more than enough

He could have died

Let it be written let it be done

Let it be

The demon made human

Interesting could have been his life

If the producers wanted to push it so

I wouldn’t have cared

Wanting him dead more times than I could count

In the way a demon dies

Relief and release

It should have ended and for me it did

You could have gone back to that place

The boys home

And to the one you’d fallen in love with

At sweet 16

Enough turmoil had passed for you to live your dream

Now was your time

And the series could have ended in dignity

As far as I knew

My opinion as such

But seasons march on

Without me

I’ve seen enough

 

 

Short Of A Six-Pack

 

Not sure what happened but the word document is a different size. How do I get it full screen? Why did it change? I hate it when this happens or maybe I’ll like it better.

 

Coffee’s up. Thank goodness for that.

 

An eerie silence when I first opened the door for that precious cool morning air. There’s nothing to fear from me. Wouldn’t harm a kitten but I will swat a fly. Only an idiot lets flies buzz around. Dirty germ-carrying things. Chirping had stopped, units stopped running, almost deafening straining to hear any sound but it’s over now. Units kicked on, birds chattering again, the smell of coffee fills the apartment, fan’s on low all meaning it was a simple moment of silence or it’s here, whatever it is though I certainly didn’t invite it.

 

Think I’ll pour.

 

Then again I thought because the word document had changed I was somewhere else, that indicated something had happened. Whatever it is says I should write. Am I not supposed to notice? All realms should know how aware I am and the document not covering the entire screen will tell me something. I mean duh. Higher beings indeed! I always said ‘space’ was the distance between two ears and has nothing to do with traveling through galaxies. I’m glad I got that off my chest.

 

Now I am getting up to pour.

 

Yet

The sky too dark

Where is my light

Of course there’s no sun

Too early for that

Navy should become powder

No, not so but clear

By degrees not too soon

Still

Night is over now

The horizon lined orange

Defining the trees

Bold background begins

 

That’s better

 

I glanced up and caught a glimpse of eyes but he closed them quickly so I’d think I am alone. In the hallway, watching. Told you I’m too aware for that. It’s here, but I’ll be cool. Soon enough it’ll be bright. I’ll watch something in the meanwhile pretending I don’t know, didn’t see.

 

Falling asleep as I type. Opened them again catching a glimpse of small white eyes peering at me. It realized I saw and shut them again. Desperate I turn around to find my sky and it’s light enough.

 

I’m safe.

 

Putting ‘The Birdcage’ on now…

 

 

Van Helsing On Deck

 

She felt a sting near the knot tied at her hip. Absentminded she brushed and settled into the chaise and the second sting. “What the…” she brushed again, glanced at her side but it was at her back with another sting. “What…” she sprung sitting up twisted and turned. On the towel was a curled up fuzzy bit of something that’d earned getting brushed off the deck completely. “I come out early before any flying stinging creatures begin buzzing around in a stupor from the heat. Who invited you? How early do I have to get out here” and she settled back one last time. “It better be…”

 

An hour later she came in her body burning dripping sweat. “Shower.” On the way the bits of her lack of swimsuit were peeled and dropped over the hallway fan. “We’ll do this again tomorrow.” The water was adjusted to a hair above lukewarm, she stepped in inhaling relief as her heart rate relaxed from intense heat but at the same time she felt strange, a strange sensation devouring her from the head down like a beak closing over her piercing. She screamed a caw from a raw throat and thought she must be burning, something happened in the apartments, someone was careless, then jumped out grabbing a shirt from the closet in case it were necessary to run outside. The pain wouldn’t stop and she twisted throwing herself through the window and soared. “I’m in the air. How am I in the air…” She opened her eyes gliding above the houses, grounds, trees but staying just below the clouds, the shirt she’d pulled over herself with the big WTF that usually teased cleavage was now full abreast waving in the breeze, her wings spread through the capped sleeves. “How is this possible? This is so cool.” Then she saw him running into an open area. He looked up at her extending a leather clad arm, “come back!”

 

“Who the hell… Ha, I think not. WTF appropriately so…” she pushed like a swimmer would to pick up speed and soared higher feeling something give way inside as his head to his arm were covered in a whitish-brown spatter. “Look what I did” she cackle-cawed. “That’s supposed to be good luck you know.” Something glittered golden in the sun on her claw as she mused WTF strikes again. She lunged for speed and it snapped like a weak thread. Caught in the breeze it turned up revealing a dainty engraved oval. “Plated, wouldn’t you know” shaking it off she flew.

 

“Wonder when this wears off. Can I change when… ? How… ? Oh, that’s right, grilled fresh tuna and cut up a salad… tonight… Guess I’ll find out.”

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday Is For Vampire: Good Fellows And The Next Generation

“Albinos! Why didn’t I think of that before! Albinos are the natural day walkers with their natural super sensitivity to the sun. It all makes perfect sense. Cast them as the new race but with a little something extra like the children from the ‘City Of The Damned’, a murderous torturous side as opposed to those whose whole face opens to suck the life out of their prey. Vampires who experiment on vampires to create the master race, as petty as humans sacrificing their children although the coldness makes sense but there is so much passion in making another. In keeping with tradition sunlight gets the better of everyone one way or another. It might be interesting to be able to psychically drain the blood from a victim as opposed to forcing them to hurt themselves making these new vamps who’ve naturally evolved a threat like no other. Snipers? High acuity opening up a new door as to how to stop them. Should they be able to drain the blood from super slayers, should there be an issue with that, should it be hopeless? Psycho-thriller vampires you can never get rid of worse than Michael Myers giving a whole new meaning to when blood runs cold, cold-blooded, yes and yes. Brilliant!”

Now all Marie had to do was sell the flood of ideas to Jeff and Christof.