1110—This fictional thriller is more of a chiller.
It starts off softly, slowly pulling you into a web
of spine-tingling, hard, cold mystery. As you drift
into a world that you sometimes recognize but mostly
fear, you cannot decide whether the main character,
Charles, is a villain or a hero. Once you delve in,
you are trapped in a web of terror. All sensibility
is questioned. It is like entering the twilight
zone. You want to wake up, but not really. You are
filled with intrigue. The anticipation of what will
happen next keeps you enchanted.
The Apocalypse Commenced…
I had two guns, five stakes and three knives. Over
my shoulder and across my chest. I carried a courier
messenger bag that was rustic and comfortably worn
in. It was as much a part of my being, as was the
stubble hair that grew from my face. Even when I
took it off, it was back in no time.
From the strap of the bag, I configured a quick
release that held a slingshot. In the right front
pocket were garlic filled pods wrapped in worm skin.
I'd learned to be quick and precise with my motions,
to fire when only necessary and necessary always
equated to staying alive. In the other pocket was a
vile of monk blessed water from a nearby spring. I
have never laid eyes on this spring, but probably
have come as close as any human with the fortune of
still being alive...To be continued...
The Dream—A comic-based
piece of whimsical ingenuity. A piece of work that
easily falls within the fan-fiction genre—a
smorgasbord of bewilderment. The reader will
recognize at least one favorite movie, sweet treat,
or TV character and marvel in disbelief at how the
author was able to mesh it all into a free-flowing
The Midnight Special…
”Wonderful, Wonderful, Wonderful”…is whistled by
white collared orioles, in a scintillating showcased
spectacle of choreographed aeronautic reverence.
Conscientious canaries commend peacock esteem
eminence, serenading every elegant stride with
blares of bellowing admiration.
Powder puff colored ducks quack…quake floors of
standing room only studio, exec offices.
Pistachio popping parrots, mimic late show intern
karaoke mouth movements in an amazing display of
cloned melodic impressions.The stealthy liquid,
ebony colored ravens arrive…ominously levitating
within gothic lore omens of clandestine creepiness.
The majority of the “Wonderful Pistachio” aviator
zoo list was in attendance, awaiting three other
fantastic fowl invitees…for the nut celebratory
Swooping seagulls swipe, grab, and release a
“WONDERFUL PISTACHIO” billboard banner, dropped atop
Mr. Eagle's wintergreen cage, protecting stashes of
scrumptious pistachio morsels...To be continued…
Enigma 1208—Volume 1
highlights several suspenseful adventures that will
leave you speechless, bewildered, and astonished, as
well as curious and intrigued about what comes next.
Adventures include, “Killfest”, “Hellish” and “Tooth
There were a few left standing. I threw caution and
the crossbow in the bag. Furiously running toward
the necrotic slugs. Shotgun tightly gripped. Meanly
positioned for barbaric brain splatter and blown out
bones. I mowed them down like summertime grass .
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Sparks of hot blue flames
ripped off extremities, thickening the fog, as I
hopped over their mangled limbs. Desperately
hurrying for the last ferry to the mainland.
The dark woods and an eerie cesspool are the only
barriers between me, the serum and my dauntless
fight for mankind. There was a bush covered kayak
tied tightly to an emaciated tree stump…rocking back
and forth…side to side from the rustling of the
I pulled out my dagger...slicing through the thick
rope with an enraged swipe…quickly jumping into the
bogged down boat...feverishly untangling from the
scattered shrubbery and sticky spider webs. I was
ducking and dodging bouncing frogs that trounced
schools of leaping tadpoles, as flipped lily pads
formed splashed ripples of blackened water.
I was on a spiritual manhunt…the sky darkening by
the second, while the humidity incrementally rose…To