Blodoni – Prologue


The dark surrounded the campfire as three silent figures ate their meal, a foreboding sense of doom filling the air mixed with the stench of the smoke.

“I don’t like it” one of the figures broke the silence, he took a deep swig from the doeskin container “I don’t like it one bit”. He stood up and looked at the other two who were still sitting.

“Quieten down Bavaal! you want them to hear us?” a snarling voice behind a cowl, the shadow of this ones face shown the delicate face of a woman but a scar from her chin to her neck “Sit down you fool!”

“I’ll quieten down when I kill that bastard Crag, Rhytal and not one minute before” he shot back at her. Immediately a spark flew from the third quiet person and the spark made the great man slump to the ground, silently snoring now.

Rhytal smiled menacingly and turned to the figure “Thanks my zelka, he has been intolerable!”

They nodded at each other.

The figure pulled towards Rhytal and with piercing gold eyes said softly and silently.

“Nom mervai severni o Cutrtha ” The fire reflecting and dancing as if alive in his pupils.

Rhytal smiled “Yes, indeed Pupilo he should be asleep but not in death, we need him for the time being…” her words dragged off as there was a snapping of twigs to the side, instantly the two rose. Rhytal gave a hard kick to Bavaal who woke up coughing and spluttering.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” he shouted.

“Shhhhh you fool, theyre here!” The woman gave him another kick to make sure he understood.

Bavaal turned to face the darkness his sword drawn like the other two. Voices surrounded them. “Who?” exasperated.

“Shouldn’t have come” the voices repeated from all directions “we gonna kill you”

“Cravos Otheos” Pupilo muttered as the magic in his hands pulsed and vibrated waiting for the right moment.

Rhytal swung her sword into the pitch black, catching nothing, Bavaal felt something tug his boot. His arm tingled with fear, these wernt ordinary creatures.

“Shouldn’t have come” the voices repeated “you will die”.

“Magillo!” Pupilo yelled loudly, instantly a bright dome blew up and surrounded the three of them. Bavaal looked through the blue light and could see the creatures, there were 12 of them with the reddest eyes. Half human and half snake creatures baring their fangs, hissing and smiling. They slithered here and there trying to break the magic dome, their claws raking the dome, testing it.

Pupilo looked on without fear, the dome would hold forever against these beasts. They retreated back to the darkness out of view from the blue light. Rhytal put her sword away and looked at Baaval.

“What in the name of Bagorn are they?” he was visably shaken by the sight of these creatures.

“Why! don’t you know? We are in the middle of Morgovia, surely even the great knight Baaval knows what they are” Rhytal laughed at the scared mountain of a man. “Oh put your sword away, we are protected” she sat down with a plump, he was still standing. He annoyed her, just the sight of the oaf irritated her.

She swung her leg fast and before he knew it he was on the ground.

He looked up at her angrily, shook the dust of his armour.

“Just answer the damn question wench” his blood boiling,

“Blodoni” Pupilo answered for her still he was staring out in the darkness.

Baaval exchanged a confused look still.

“And what pray fuck is Blodoni?” Baaval looked from him to Rhytal.

“Vampire” she said.

“I don’t believe you” he said, instantly a screech to his left shattered the peace and Baaval let out a scream of surprise.

Rhytal turned over with the biggest smile on her face, she tried to stifle the laugh as his pride had been wounded enough tonight. The screeches continued into the night but she slept through it, she had had worse nights than this.

The twelve creatures surrounded the dome, silence eventually falling, they glared with evil dripping from their eyes. Licking and smacking of the lips until the sun started to rise and they retreated to their sanctuary.

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One Cigarette Before I go


The dark silhoutte walked towards the dark forest beside the lakes, carrying a rope with a hangmans knot. He carefully made this rope with his own hands, every strand carefully and skillfully woven it to its ultimate tightness.

He walked slowly and solemnly as the ground crunched beneath his feet, his tears dripping along the ground. His journey to oblivion was near its end.

He started to remember bits and pieces of his life, the mixed up issues and hurt thrown around his mind. The joyful moments also but they were less. The pain outweighed the good.

He pulled from his pocket a box of cigarettes, one left in the packet, his last action before leaving the world he called the Savage Garden. He put the noose around his neck which freed his hands for use.

He took out his lighter.

He walked on as he took the single cigarette out, a flick of his thumb and the lighter sparked a flame. illuminating his isolated face against the thick darkness that surrounded him.

He was nearly there as he puffed on his cigarette, he put the lighter away. He was going deeper into the forest to his impending freedom. As he delved into his pocket he felt the crumpling of paper, his last note, his last cry of rage against the world written on a piece of paper.

The rope dragging behind him weighed him down but he didnt care, he sucked on the cigarette feeling the smoke warm his throat. A throat that would struggle later on.

He was there finally, the tree he had chosen weeks back. Near this tree was a memorial grave to a baby, he often thought if he died would he see that baby. He sniffed at the thought, that baby must be lonlier than he.

He climbed the tree carefully and silently, the rope weighing him down, his thoughts began to race and he wondered when would he be discovered. It didnt matter. Not to him.

He thought of how useless he was to everyone and everything, how the world turned its back on him and he closed himself off

Before he knew it he was high up in the tree, a thick branch that was sturdy enough for him. He tied the rope around and around and made sure it was tight. He sat and gazed at the moonlight view. Cars whizzing by in the distance, the lakes behind him.

This is it he thought, the end of his 35 years on earth, what had he achieved? Failed relationships, a burden upon everyone, the pain started to form through tears in his eyes. He sobbed with his hand covering his eyes, his hand pouring watery tears to the ground 10 feet below. He started to hit himself in the head in frustration, nothing would console him.

The pain was too much right now, he calmly relaxed and stared with watery eyes. And then.

He dropped. The rope following his plummet, suddenly the rope snapped and the deadmans knot snapped, there was no struggle. He died and the pain was gone.

A silent forest with a silhouette floating grimly in the air. A baby was heard laughing and cooing near the tree, they were not lonely any more.

The Death Of Bruce Delaney : Chapter 1 : The End


The hospital bed was cold and damp, a man lying still on it, his sweaty body was dying after 86 years of life on earth. A shell of a man now lying upon this cold hard bed in possibly the most sterile place in the universe. His eyes looked heaven ward and his breathing shallow. He knew his time on this mortal coil was coming to an end.

Surrounding this old man were his 3 daughters and 2 sons, all sobbing and sniffing in torment. His heart breaking at their grief and silently screaming in his head that he loved them all, hoping they would hear his thoughts as he could not speak. The throat cancer had taken away his communication, he wept.

The heart monitor beeping monotonously, irritating him as if each beat were a countdown to his death. He could feel himself slipping, his eyelids heavy, he chuckled inside thinking of the moment fast approaching. Death. Funny he thought to himself, I’d never thought I’d go like this, his memory went back to heavy drinking days and close shaves with the moment approaching. Death.  The Many cigarettes he had, he could almost smell the aroma of smoke surrounding him.

He gazed at his family one last time and closed his eyelids, the last time he would see this life. With a silent farewell and a roll of his eyes, he went to sleep peacefully. A feeling of calmness overwhelmed his entire being and his soul released instantly as the heart monitor made the continuous beep. Bruce opened his eyes, younger eyes…eyes that could see clear and bright. He looked at his hands, young hands! his new body looked transparent but glistened against light and he saw his old hand through the new.

He got out of bed and stood looking at the door, a doctor shaking his head as he walked out. He felt the Doctor was stricken with grief, but a different kind, a feeling of failure and compassion for his family. He felt sorry for the Doctor and didnt realise how much of a burden a job could be.

 Bruce turned back around and there was his old shell of a body lying in that cold bed. It looked like old clothes that had been dirty and filthy with all sorts of disease, his new body was fresh and light.  His mind went through all sorts of scenarios and he started getting flashbacks of his life.

It lasted what seemed a minute but he had reviewed his entire life under one minute, every thought in 86 years! Hos concentration was broken when he looked at his old body again.

His family sobbing harder and freely, absolutely grief stricken and tormented with regrets and heartbreak. He was astounded at the scene and briefly saddened, he shouted “I’m here! Don’t worry!”
His family did not hear of course and he felt sad, if only they knew how close they were to eachother! He approached them all and put his hand on each of their heads and kissed them. He cried with their pain and embraced their heavy heart. His old body laid motionless with eyes closed and no breath escaping, he was truly dead and worried about what happens next. For now though he wanted to be near them but something was drawing him away that he couldn’t resist.

“Farewell, my children!” he tearfully said “I shall wait for you to come to me!” He started to rise onto the air, floating slowly.

“Bruce!” a voice came from the doorway, a man stared back at him. A very kind man with a golden shine around his body. Long brown robes flowing as in a breeze, with a bright white belt around his waist. He held both his arms out, his bearded face smiled. “Come my long lost friend!” Bruce began to float down again slowly and walked towards the man.

Bruce knew the man but could not place him, he went straight to him and gave him a hug. The man emanated love and kindness, he also sensed that this man had a wicked sense of humour. Unconditional love poured out of this man.

Something clicked in Bruce’s mind, he looked away as if searching, he looked at his family grieving over his shell of a body. He looked back at the man with tears in his eyes. A realisation of who this man was.

“I’m so sorry for how I treated you Joseph” his tears fell as he recognised a long lost friend of his youth “I didn’t realise what an idiot I could be”.

“Hush! we have no hate in this next phase of life, do not worry. Know that I love you and that you need not fear. But please my name is not Joseph now, I have renamed myself Druzil”

Bruce nodded “So what happens now Druzil? where do I go?” he looked back at his family sadly “will they be OK?”.

Druzi nodded his head positively “Yes they will be fine in time,what will happen now is that you will stay with your family until you feel ready to move to the next level of life. there is no time limit, take all the time you need. you have eternity waiting for you” 

Bruce turned around and Druzil had gone.

David’s Knowledge (near death experience)



David was a very depressed man, for whatever reason he could never understand what drove him to despair. Something ugly drove his negative ambition, something that wouldn’t give in.  A nagging overwhelming sensation that brought him to where he was now.

He sat still on the chair, gasping between crying, with the gun pointing into his head. The Webley MK Vi wobbled terribly in his hand with every sob.

One second and it will all be over he thought frantically against the tidal wave of emotional pain.

Suddenly his eyes looked to the door, something had grabbed his attention. He shook his head then looked into the barrel of the gun.

Suddenly.

The door knob rattled and shook violently, a loud creak of the door. Irritated, David cursed, he wanted it over with. Then the door opened and light flooded the dark room.

He lowered the gun, he got up slowly out of the chair and went to the door. Slowly and steadily he walked to the portal, the light was extremely painful. He had not seen much light in a month. Every step was agony.

Slowly passing through the door he peeked out and peered down the right side of the hall, nothing.  Then looked to the left, empty. He turned and at the very end of the room was the dark outline of a horned creature.

He shook his head, the fear rising. He looked again and the figure had disappeared. He thought it was the pills he’d been taking. He laughed bitterly, he felt quite pitiful.

The residual depression rising in his lungs.  His mind came back to reality. He was about to cry with the heartbreak of what he wanted to do.
A hand steadied his shoulder and he felt all the pain and torment taken away.  A voice gentle and meek said “calm, follow me”.  His vision melted away and the last thing he saw was an open door.

His body fell to the ground but his spirit soared out of his body.  Flying towards the universe at unspeakable speed, the absolute joy flooding his mind.  Never had he experienced it so sweetly.

He was addicted to the sheer will of the universe, the knowledge the stars and vast blanket of night had to offer.

His spirit came to a halt.

“This is the centre of the universe” said the familiar voice, it was beside him.

A man stood next to him, he was middle aged with a kind face and a pony tail.  He wore a cloak that changed colour by his mind.

“What am I doing here?” David asked with sincerity, every inch of pain was left behind in his earthly body.

“You have been chosen David, to be shown things the world needs.  I am your guardian angel, I have been with you your entire existence.  Before you were born and after.  But before I go further, I must warn you that things you will learn will put you in danger” the Angel said with calmness.

“What danger? And why me?” David asked.

“The forces of evil will be after you for your knowledge, you will learn in time.  However, let me introduce myself. I am Grionia and I have many names, I shall only share this name with you.  Any time you need me this will be my gift. I can protect you.  Now, let me show you these things.” With a wave of his hand Grionia made ripples in space and stars moved out the way, very much like a curtain.  Behind this dark curtain pure light penetrated.

Grionia, Dave’s memory started to flit through images. He remembered this man!  He had known him for a long time but the mortal coil had blocked and blinded him. Images of laughter and happiness flooded his brain to the point he thought he’d explode.  His soul soared and he was prepared for anything.

“Come!” Grionia commanded.

They flew through the dark curtain into the pure light, he was home he thought. He was happy! As soon as they went though he landed on ground that was tangible, his spirit feet felt the warmth.

He looked up and for miles and miles in the air people had come to greet him. These were family members of past generations he thought but not all were there which brought dismay.

He had the urge to find them, that everyone of them were important to him. Grionia was instantly by his side.

“You can’t save them all David” he shook his head sadly “some don’t want to be saved”. With that he flew up.

People came towards him from above and greeted him, he remembered every one of them. They issued words which initiated thoughts of how they knew of his life on earth.  At times of trouble in his life and how they cried or laughed with him throughout his 33 years of life.

He loved them all.

Eventually they all said their words and dispersed. He was with grionia again, and the scenery shimmered into fields of emerald with bright blue and pink skies. Trees of many colours littered the fields with fruit of allsorts.  Streams babbled by and animals frolicked.  He saw his puppy from his youth that had died of a liver dysfunction.  The Labrador puppy sprang toward him with his tail wagging, telepathically the dog said “I love you and have missed you” then sprang backwards and forwards.

David walked for miles and miles taking I’m the beauty.  Grionia didn’t say much but let David in peace take it all in.  Then suddenly stopped.

“You have a mission David” he said abruptly ” you have to preach to people about the world after, people have lost touch of spirituality.  But it is at a vital point.  You are not the only one, the great deceiver is hard at work to destroy everything.  Take a look at everything here”

The beautiful image melted, replaced by burning trees, wilted flowers, dried up river beds and smelt of brimstone.

“This is what will happen, if the great deceiver wins” grionia sounded downbeat.

“God won’t let that happen” David replied but he was stopped in his tracks when grionia guffawed loudly.

“God! God! There’s no such thing my friend, take a look around! Do you see a majestic celestial being in the sky?” He waved his hand around. “God is a fiction, but we! We are beings of greatness, I guess we would be god’s and goddesses by your reckoning but we are one.  Not one above the other!”

Dave looked sadly and shook his head.

“Then what’s the point of it all, what’s the meaning of life?” He felt that old feeling of despair creep in.

“Don’t you see? Its knowledge, it’s always been knowledge.  You’ve seen 0.1 percent of this place, there’s infinite knowledge you can learn.  The point of life, the meaning is knowledge.” He waved his hand again and the landscape changed back to the beautiful scenery.

“But the great deceiver, he is real and he is amassing an army of followers.  He was cast out, he peopled giants on your earth with the daughters of man. He tried to biologically imprint his army on earth. He failed miserably when we worked on extreme weather and sent the flood. He is trying once more to put a body of deceivers on earth. You and others will confront this “devil” as you would call him.  He is real and he will not stop”.

“Look!” He waved his hand an a giant image appeared in the sky. A large giant stood in the image, it was like a grotesque gargoyle however the body of an angry man.  He kept uttering commands and throwing groups of people for miles.  His image stunned David and he recoiled in terror.

“You are safe here” grionia uttered.

The giant man in the image turned his head slowly to look straight into the beautiful land.  It pointed straight at David and let out an almighty roar, it screamed instantly after and his razor blade teeth gnashed.

“I will get you David, you shall bow before me! You shall fail!!” The creature screeched. David became afraid.

“It is you who shall fail, Chuthra! You who is imprisoned in a false prison! You cannot win, these brave soldiers will put an end to your misery!” Grionia replied calmly.

The creature mocked him, spewed and spat. He was insanely cruel and showed it by chewing on a human and spitting her out.  Her body becoming one when it hit the ground.

David recoiled in terror.  Grionia waved his hand, the image disappeared.  Exasperated, he knew that creature and always had.  A distant memory occurred to him of pushing and shoving this Chuthra.

Grionia turned to David and with a smile said to be still.

David was instantly calm and the joy was creeping back. He felt happy in this place once again. He thought about his life and how meaningless it was, how he spent more time in depression when he could be swimming in joy. This place was an open and transparent place, full of every secret in the universe.  Except here it wasn’t secret, it was knowledge.

“It is time David, let us begin” grionia sat him on the grass and knelt behind him.  He put his hands to David’s head and pushed lightly down.

An exhilarating rush of pure energy pulsed into David’s spiritual body. He felt warm and radiant, he was full of truth. He cried with the power of this knowledge.  Grionia finished.

“It is done.  You must go. Please throw the gun away, it will solve nothing.    Return to your body, I will instruct you 3 days hence. Your home is protected. Go!” Grionia was forcefully this time and shown his hidden power.

David felt a magnet pulling him through the scenery, out of the light into the darkness, through the universe and fell straight into his body. His body jerked quite alot and settled, his breathing returning. The body felt like a weight, a heavy wet towel dragging his soul down.

He awakened and saw the gun lying a few yards from him, the door still ajar.  He closed it quickly. He sighed, saddened to be in his body again. He looked at the clock, 20:08 the clock read. He was puzzled.  He planned to kill himself 8pm on the dot, he was dead for 8 minutes!

David looked at the gun and noticed there was a bit of smoke, which meant it was fired very recently. He looked in the chamber and sure enough a bullet was missing.

He looked around the room for a bullet hole, he noticed a dark hole in the top right corner. Who fired it? He became anxious and scared. He flicked every light on in the house. Checked every room, every closet and every door. Except the outside, he couldn’t bear to look.

A knock at the door.

He became scared, who knew what or whom was knocking.  He hesitated.  The door knocking came back harder. He became anxious, he walked tentatively towards the door.  The knocking became pounding and he heard scratching.  The scratching sounded desperate.

A voice entered his mind “be calm David, chuthra has sent his minions.  Do not be alarmed you and your home are protected.  Open the door”.

He walked slowly towArds the door, obediently he opened it.  It flung out of his hand and there stood six creatures full of hate, leering and drooling with venom.

Monstrous beasts, one with one eye and rest of the group had three. They rasped and mocked him.

“You will die David, son of Greta, and Chuthra will devour you!” The one eyed creature declared whilst examine the doorway. His lizard tongue smacking every way.  The other creatures laughed and mocked, they sent thoughts into David’s head of being impaled with barbed rods and being moved up and down for all of eternity.

He winced, scared beyond measure. The creatures knew this and fed off his fear.  Smacking their lips hungrily, he knew they wanted to rip his mortal body from limb to limb.

“Can we come in? You’re only delaying the inevitable” the creature asked with a sly look as it moved it’s head side to side.

Grionias voice was back “don’t accept their invitation!”

“No!!” David replied.

The beasts all jumped in to the flat, or at least they tried to.  The room filled with a barrier of such force that the creatures were scared, they screeched and howled, clawed and bit at the barrier.  It was impenetrable.  David had solace and felt safe.

“We will be back!!” One of them screeched.

The barrier faded and the doorway was empty, David hurriedly closed the door.

The Tourettes


The crypt was cold and dark which left a very intense atmosphere in the air. Suddenly a silhouette of a man stumbled and fumbled in the cold cave, he was trying to find his way through. He had come here through rumours of hidden treasure buried in the depths of the cave.

He was quiet but he heard a noise to the left, a scuttling noise which he assumed was a rat. He chuckled to himself for being a coward but he sensed danger again after a few moments.  He felt hot air against his face and could have sworn a person was in front of him for a brief moment.  Nervously, he backed away then his arm twitched and quick as a flash flicked out hitting the wall.

“Damn it, cotton buds! Turtle soup!” He shouted and then hushed himself by putting his hand to his mouth. Something wasn’t right, an aura of evil was here.

He fell to the floor feeling hopeless. Moonlight streamed into the crypt through a small crack in the entrance. A thin claw was illuminated as it came toward the man.

Gasping the man went into full tourette mode.

“Gang tickling bum sniffle cardio!” His arms flailed as the hand moved ever closer to his shoulder. He swiped at the hand to move it away.

The hand retreated.

He felt the crypt was empty now. That the vile creature had disappeared. Did he imagine it? His heart was racing, his lungs felt frozen.

Laughter.

The creature was laughing.

The man’s arms kept twitching of their own accord. He had full blown tourettes and he was near hysteria in this panic.

The creature approached once more.

“Who dare disturb my home?”

The man flinched, the words came from every direction.

“WHO DARE DISRURB MY HOME?” the creature screeched.

“Floundering Mouse shit!” Replied the man. Scared, he kept quiet. The monster seemed taken aback.

“Hmm floundering Mouse shit eh? Floundering yes, yes, yes perfect name for a mortal…would you like me to light the room?”

“Shit crackers…yes…banana boat!” He replied.

“You’re a bit weird arnt you boy?” The creature flicked his fingers and the room lit up. What the man saw nothing, then he looked sharply to his left and there was the creature.

He stood like a statue, a statue with elongated fingers and legs. But his top body was small and tubby, his head merged into his very tubby shoulder line. His eyes beamed red and his razor sharp teeth were smiling.

The man fainted.

———

He awoke to singing, a beautiful songstress singing a melody made from the very fabric of heaven.

“Be still child,
All is well in dream,
It won’t seem to be long,
Just a moment with me”

The voice repeatedly sung this. He looked around, the room was still lit. He was confused, what’s happening he thought.

“Cock womb ling fudge packing fungus!”

The man kept looking around, trying to figure out where the singing came from. He stood up and walked around the cave. There were etchings on walls, lots of counting strikes.

His arms struck out and he hit his head.

A name was wrote next to a locked door, it said ” plekio pille”. Strange he thought.

“Plekio pille…what the hell is this…”

Suddenly a great realisation hit him, he turned to the entrance! It was covered over, sealed shut. No light came through.

He cried in frustration.

“Drunken fishing, toadstools”

The singing drove him mad. It was making him insane.

He fell back and closed his eyes. His eyes opened. He was looking up at the ceiling…the creature was hanging from the ceiling staring into his soul whilst singing this melody.

The creature stopped singing.

“You want to know what plekio pille means?” He asked.

The man petrified, nodded his head. The creature grinned.

“It means “I kill people”!”

With a swift drop the creature dropped to the man.

“Any last words mortal?”

“Yes” said the man.

“Well, go on!” Impatiently the monster growled, his razor sharp teeth dripping in poison.

“What are you? Bum droplets and candy canes, biscuits”

“I am…I am a ….oh fuck it!”

With that the creature tore into the man’s chest, straight to his heart and devoured it whole. The creature contorted awkwardly and at strange angles.

His work was done, he ate the heart and devoured the man’s soul. He stood up and went to the marks on the wall and with a long finger scraped a line next to the others.

It was time to celebrate. This was the 250th line on the count.

Time to get ready for the outside.