Evil Editor's Blog, page 380

Christmas Ghost 4

Moonlight glittered on the bedroom window. The ghost passed through it and stood at the foot of the bed. "Woooooo...."

Evil Editor sighed. Was that the time already?

"Woooohoooooo!"

"Yes, yes, I'm awake." The Editor pushed the covers off and stretched. "Where are we going?"

"Wooooo ... you were expecting me?"

"Yeah, Past & Present already popped by to see me. I guess you are Future?"

"I, yes, that's right." And then, as if to regain control of the situation, the ghost rattled invisible chains. "Woo...

Christmas Ghost 3

"I'm the ghoooooooooost of Christmasssssssss-Yet-To-Cooooooom-ah." It wagged its finger like Joan Crawford waving a wire coat hanger.

"Christmas-Yet-To-Come?" EE repeated.

"That's what I said, Christmas-Yet-To-Come." The Ghost put both hands on its hips, rolled its eyes and struck a snotty pose.

"Well Christmas-Yet-To-Come, you look like the bitchy Real Housewife of New Jersey and you sound like Michael Musto with a sinus infection." EE scribbled rejected on a query, placed it in the out box and...

Christmas Ghost 2

I turn away from the vision to face the spirit-creature who has brought it to me. "Is what I see the truth, or only possibility? Is there hope to change before it is too late?"

The spirit says nothing. But of course I know the answer. Why show me these things if there is nothing I can do to prevent them happening? I wipe frightened tears from my eyes, smearing them into my tangled muttonchops, and then take one final look before the vision fades.

Where my bedroom wall should be is a window into...

Christmas Ghost 1

Sparky woke up and felt for his covers. They'd come loose, and his shoulders were cold, and we couldn't be having any of that. Damn. They weren't coming. His fingers pulled with his eyes shut in the close darkness of his bedroom, and he felt the weight of a presence at the foot of his bed. Ah. That was the problem. His dog Stella was lying at the foot of the bed.

"Here, girl. Here. Come to Daddy. We'll warm up together if you move, girl. Let Daddy pull up the covers. Come on, baby. Thaaat's it...

Saturday Film Series

Face-Lift 707

Guess the Plot

The Crystal Blade

1. For generations the warlike Karshai clan have pillaged and plundered their neighbors, armed with their dazzling crystal weapons. Until one day their rival clan invents steel . . .

2. By day she's Sally Jones, secretary of Ned Doorong, the CEO of Heinous Industries, a cartel selling heroin to fund the environment-destroying condo towers it builds for billionaires on artificial islands in the tropics. By night, she's Crystal Blade, the superhero who will bring t...

Cartoon 534

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Writing Exercise

Evil Editor is visited by the Ghost of Christmas Future, who helps him see how his evilness will affect the future.

Write the scene. 300 words max. Deadline Sunday, 10 AM eastern.

New Beginning 711

Vikram Shankar squinted down the long metal barrel. Framed squarely in the sight, not two hundred feet away, the big cat sat on its haunches, its lower jaw drooping, exposed ribs rippling under a creamy mat of chocolate-striped fur.

A sweet shot.

Vikram's right finger closed over the trigger. He inhaled slowly, deliberately. Too seasoned a hunter to let the thrill overcome judgment, he took his time, savoring the anticipation.

The nasal whounk-ing of a snow goose flying overhead pricked the cat'...

Cartoon 533

Caption: Anon.

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