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The Zombies are not to be feared, They don't want to hurt you, just feed on you for a bit. They only want to take you out for a bite to eat, give them the benefit of the doubt they only want to be friends...
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Being eaten alive is fairly painful :-)
Maybe a good Horror movie, Zombie spider hells arachnids...
That's a sad one Frenchie :( Perhaps he didn't want to admit he was a zombie spiderman?
Thus the Ice queen is born, forever a frozen heart, torn asunder on that cold winters day, ripped from her chest by the callus hand of her love...Frenchie, very good and sad so sad.
The latest drabble (100 word story) in the Tales of the Imp series is here (and featured in today's Indie Book Bargains newsletter) and we discover what a hard life it is being a pawn of the diminutive devil! If you haven't read the previous drabbles in the series, or just want to recap then you will find them all here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/t...
The Stud
Someone once told me that you can’t have too much of a good thing. Well they’re wrong! I’m absolutely bloody knackered. Every night the Imp brings me a new woman and he makes me have sex with them.
It doesn’t sound so bad when I say it like that, but before each session he injects me in each testicle.
That gets old quickly I can tell you!
When I complained he gave me an energy drink and told me to man up and get on with it. After all I have an army of bastards to sire.
Wait a minute!
Welcome to the second in a drabble double bill today and the latest in the ABC Drabbles of Death series. I enjoyed writing this one and the last line made it for me :-) If you've missed the previous drabbles in the series, or just want to read them through again then you'll find them all here:http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/w...
O is for Orgasm
The French call an orgasm ‘le petite mort’, or ‘the little death’. At first glance it sounds like an odd phrase for such a moment. The instant which marks the culmination of union between two people. The passing of something intimate between them that can be recreated, but never truly the same.
A transient sacrifice you might say.
Personally I believe sacrifice should have value. So I slice the blade across their throats as they grunt and shiver their satisfaction above me. Their little death a damp patch between my legs and their real death a flood across my face.
The little death, the slow death, the perfect death. We are at it like animals, biting pinching and slapping each other working ourselves into a frenzy. She is on top forcing me down. tying my hands so I can't retaliate, enjoying the chance to dominate me. She leans down and whispers in my ear "When you cum you die" Laughing I buck against her trying to throw her off she pushes me down again and rubs my chest with a musky smelling cream then pinches me, I don't feel a thing. An evil smile spreads across her face.she mounts me and grinds her self relentlessly I can't hold back I am moaning with pleasure. I feel a pressure drag down my chest from the base of my throat to my sternum, from my left shoulder to my right and across the abdomen just below the ribs. The pressure and pleasure mounts I feel a tugging in my chest and hear a cracking while the pressure in my groin grows exponentially. I explode and as I look up at her I see my heart in her hand, as my vision dims I see her taking a bite out of my heart and hot blood gush down her neck and chest.
Ok, a little longer than 100 words sorry.
A new stand alone drabble of mine has been posted in the latest Indie Book Bargains newsletter and posted below. You can find my other stand alone drabbles here:http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/1...
A Friend at the End
Ah fear my old friend. It is so good to see you after so many years apart. We enjoyed such wondrous times you and I amidst the squalor of London’s streets. I sensed your presence beside me in the quickened pulse jetting from their beautifully slender necks. Together we dined on the rarest and most delightful of screams.
But your arrival at this time disturbs me. Why cast your fell shadow upon me on today of all days? You traitorous fiend! We were allies once and now you cloud my passing with dread of what will follow my dying breath.
Ah my friend, do not worry about your death, its your living you should worry about. You think I am here to take you away, nay never it would ruin or perfect friendship, where you cower in the corner soiling yourself at my presence. You gave me so much pleasure when you were younger, and thought you got the better of me when you grew up. Alas you were wrong I left you for a while so when I came to you again the pleasure of our meeting would be all the sweeter. Now in your dotage you call me friend again.My friend I will not let you die, I will keep you living so I can feed of that sweet response to my presence.
My latest standalone drabble has been featured in today's Indie Book Bargains newsletter and copied below. It's Lovecraft inspired tale that's the kernel for a book idea that has been peculating in the back of my mind for a while.
If you've not read my other standalone drabbles then you'll find them all here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/1...
The Space In-between
There is a secret hidden deep inside the heart of the universe. A terrible reality which once challenged the power of the divine. In a war spanning our universe and beyond the elder beings almost destroyed everything that was and what might yet come to be.
Those who survived imprisoned the horror inside a maze of nothingness. Only the complex space in between could contain their impossible forms. Their presence creates quantum chaos to what was once mathematical precision.
No faith alone can unlock their prison, but science has the key.
The elder ones await our discoveries with keen hunger.
Come out of the Dark and into the light, Be mine for all eternity. Let me feast on your flesh and bones, devour me as I consume you. Slice by delicate slice I will enjoy the rich sweet salty flavor as you trickle down my parched starving throat. Caress my mind with your thoughts as I gorge on your body enhance me with your feeling of love, desire, fear, and hatred. The heady joy of your emotions as the soar into my like the physical filing of a jug, my mind and body are nourished and enhanced by you. You are me and I am you.
We reach the letter 'P'in our macabre journey through the alphabet. I had a bit of a trouble picking something suitable for this drabble and I hope you'll forgive the mild crudity!If you haven't read the previous drabbles in the series then you'll find them all here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/w...
P is for Pizzle
There’s nothing quite like the heft of a bull’s penis in your hand. It possesses a weight and flexibility which makes it an effective cudgel. It’s also an intimidating weapon, especially when people learn what it is I’m swinging in front of them.
Some think it’s funny of course and I smile along with them. Their smile usually disappears with the first blow, sometimes the second. By the fourth or fifth it’s difficult to tell if they’ve ever smiled at all.
And only once have I defaced a victim’s gravestone with the words ‘beaten to death with a bull’s cock’.
We have a special for the latest Tales in the Imp drabble as you can see by the post's image!
If you haven't read the previous adventures of the Imp then you will find them all here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/t...
The Imp in the Flesh
“After all I’ve done for you,” the Imp told me, “I think it’s time for you to demonstrate proper respect and devotion.”
“Am I not working your evil plan?”
“You are, but I desire something more permanent?”
“You have my soul.”
“And I would have more. I want my visage upon your flesh.”
“A tattoo? But they’re painful.”
He grinned at me, “Just so.”
I was wrong. It didn’t hurt. Well not much and not for the first few hours. Eventually it was done and I showed him the results.
He smiled. He always does when he gets his way.
As a moderator of this group, I recently had to remove a drabble that contained some unsavoury language. Can I ask all members to please remember that this is not an "over 18's only" group. Thank you all.
Our macabre march through the alphabet continues with this latest drabble in the ABC Drabbles of Death series. We've reached the letter 'Q' and for this drabble I've gone for something quite traditional but with a slight modern flavour.If you haven't read the previous drabbles in the series, or just want to read through them again then you can find them all here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/w...
Q is for Quartered
The anticipation seemed worse than the deed. After all, we no longer lived in the dark ages. A machine would separate me into four pieces to be cubed and displayed. It would do so too quickly for pain.
No, the waiting tormented me with thought of what would come. Already I lay in a pool of my stinking fear, its touch acrid against my skin. Why must they make me wait? Was the judgement insufficient for my crime?
The moment arrived and proved me wrong. So very wrong. My death lasted just a moment, but a moment of eternal agony.
The latest drabble from the Tales of the Imp series has been posted in the Indie Book Bargains newsletter and the little devil has made himself a new friend!
If you've not read the previous drabbles in the series then you will find them all here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/t...
Duck Face
Sweet Jesus what had the yellow horror done now! I ran in the room and discovered feathers and blood all over the room. My lovely sitting room with my expensive new TV all covered in gore. I’d heard a strange commotion moments before, quacking and screaming like nothing I could have imagined and now I saw why.
“What have you done?” I asked him.
He turned to face me and I beheld the true horror of it. He wore a duck’s face stretched across his own. The beak flapped as he spoke.
“I have a duck’s face,” he told me.
ABC Drabbles of Death - R is for RequiemAnd so we reach the letter 'R' in the ABC Drabbles of Death series. As regular readers will know this is a series of 100 word stories for each letter of the alphabet based around death. A morbid subject to be sure, but we've had a blend of sad, gruesome and even funny on the macabre journey so far.
This week's drabbles (yes drabbles as this is a double bill - all will become clear!) takes a more solemn tone. For the letter 'R' there was only one choice - it had to be requiem and in specific a requiem mass. At first I thought I would write a drabble covering the mass from some angle then I thought of something different.
I've always been fascinated by the ceremony of faith and in particular the old school catholic Latin mass and the requiem is a stand out example. It has also inspired some of the most beautiful music ever created. And then a mad idea formed. Why not write a drabble based on the lLatinrequiem mass?
Well as it turned out that was pretty easy. The highlights of the mass I wanted to feature in Latin came to 101 words - so an easy edit. Not so easy was the English version - after all not that many people read Latin these days (I'm far from fluent). I found an excellent English translation but that weighed in at nearly 200 words for the same verses. Latin is clearly a more compact language.
So I ask forgiveness for any Latin scholars reading this as I've taken some liberties with the translation!
If you've not read the previous drabbles in the series then you'll find them all here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/w...
R is for Requiem (Latin Version)
Dies iræ! dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sibylla!
Tuba, mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulchra regionum,
Coget omnes ante thronum.
Mors stupebit, et natura,
Cum resurget creatura,
Iudicanti responsura.
Preces meæ non sunt dignæ:
Sed tu bonus fac benigne,
Ne perenni cremer igne.
Inter oves locum præsta,
Et ab hædis me sequestra,
Statuens in parte dextra.
Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis:
Voca me cum benedictis.
Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis:
Gere curam mei finis.
Lacrimosa dies illa,
Qua resurget ex favilla
Iudicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus:
Pie Iesu Domine,
Dona eis requiem.
R is for Requiem (English Version)
Wrathful day and mourning!
Fulfilled prophets' warning,
Everything in ashes burning!
Trumpet flingeth;
through sepulchers ringeth;
to throne bringeth.
Death, nature quaking,
all creation awaking,
Judge’s answer making.
Worthless prayers sighing,
yet, grace complying,
rescue me from fires undying!
With favoured sheep place;
nor among goats abase;
but to thy side upraise.
While the wicked confounded,
doomed to flames unbounded
Summon saints surrounded.
I kneel, heart’s submission,
like ashes, my contrition;
help in my last condition.
Day of tears and mourning!
From earth returning
For judgment preparing;
God, mercy spare him!
Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest,
grant them eternal rest.
R is for Radiation.Symptoms of Beta radiation. Loss of hair teeth finger and toenails, nausea vomiting weakness. Bleeding from the gums anal and urinary track. Bleeding from the nose eyes and ears. Followed by a feeling of recovery your strength recovering, then a sudden and drastic relapse and death.
Sounds similar to the effects of Blackadder's suicide pills, but they forgot the depression and jumping into the corner bit!! :0)
Love the Requiem, Michael. Here's something far simpler!Mid-life Crisis by Kath Middleton
Angie had a duck-fit when Nick arrived back from a stag weekend with a tattoo on his upper arm. It was strange, foreign writing. It must have been sore, and it wasn't even a bright picture. It looked boring and had cost a packet.
"What does it say?"
"It's some sort of Japanese good luck thing."
"You mean you were too smashed to ask!" she snapped.
She decided to find out and copied the shapes to show to the Japanese teaching assistant at the children's school. He looked and laughed.
"It means a fool and his money are soon parted."
Love this one Kath and it sums up how I feel about tattoos. :0)
T4bsF wrote: "Sounds similar to the effects of Blackadder's suicide pills, but they forgot the depression and jumping into the corner bit!! :0)"Lol!!
Another from me - Not My Fault by Kath Middleton
He just wanted to go away and hide. He knew he’d done wrong. He’d been given very strict instructions and there was only one thing he mustn’t do. He stole something that he had no right to have. He felt thoroughly ashamed and stupid; he knew he’d be found out. In some ways, it seemed worse if you’d been trusted and you’d betrayed that trust.
The Big Man seemed to have no difficulty in finding him.
“Why did you do it?” he demanded. “You have everything here.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” whined cowardly Adam. “The woman made me do it!”
Nice one Kath - probably the start of making us ladies the scapegoat for all the evils of the world!! lol :0)
He said it, according to the bible! First significant case of buck-passing! ;)
We now reach the letter 'S' in the latest drabble in the ABC Drabbles of Death series. For a series dedicated to the topic of death I've not written any looking at the many visions of the afterlife, so I've remedied that with today's.If you haven't read the previous drabbles, or just want to read them again then you will find them all here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/w...
S is for Sheol
A land of grey and shadow greeted me upon my passing. Featureless, it stretched beyond my sight. The shadows drifted towards me and as they approached I saw that they were spirits and, like me, had once known the warmth and colour of life.
Their voices formed a wind which assailed my hearing. Some were strong, and still bitter from their death. Others little more than whispers, having faded over time.
I hadn’t believed believe in any god or afterlife. A lesson hard learned for now I would dwell in this formless existence until every shade within faded to nothing.
We reach the letter 'T' in the ABC Drabbles of Death series and I'll confess that I had some trouble picking a suitable word. My initial ideas were all too obvious and then I remembered one of my favourite Stephen King short stories :-)If you want to read the previous drabbles in this series then you'll find them all here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/w...
T is for Tiger
I didn’t expect to see a giant carnivorous cat when I walked into my front room.
Well you wouldn’t would you?
Its handsome fur gleamed in the light and the sight captivated me. It didn’t seem to mind so I walked in. It looked up as I entered and with orange eyes pondered my insignificance.
Strangely I felt no fear, not then. The puzzle of why such a magnificent beast waited for me occupied my thoughts. I’ve never been a cat person, but with a roar it let me know that it was a people cat.
Then I knew fear.
One from me -Togetherness by Kath Middleton
Paul had taken his courage in both hands and gone along with his pregnant wife to her ante-natal classes. The instructor, a trained midwife, had lots of sensible advice on eating carefully and exercising gently. He began to feel he might actually be a hero!
“One of the best exercises is walking,” said the instructor. “Nothing strenuous, of course. Walking on a flat, soft surface, like grass, is very good and if you walk together you are supporting your wife.”
Paul put up his hand. “Would it be okay if she carried a golf bag while we’re walking?” he asked.
Cheers, chuck! I wonder if the men will? ;)
Yup, that hit the funny bone, it sad but I know people like that, clueless and self centered.
The Wedding by Kath MiddletonThere was another wedding at the village church today. It's been a summer for weddings. The family arrive in their best and brightest outfits and all the faces smile. Sometimes I find myself wondering how the couple finally chose to be together. How did that man choose that woman? Why, of all the men she met, all the ones she ever went out with, did the bride choose this one? I wonder how many possible partners were rejected on the way to the altar.
It occurred to me later, how close the words 'wedding' and 'weeding' are in the dictionary.
Kath wrote: "One from me -Togetherness by Kath Middleton
Paul had taken his courage in both hands and gone along with his pregnant wife to her ante-natal classes. The instructor, a trained midwife, had lots ..."
Excellent!
Kath wrote: "The Wedding by Kath MiddletonThere was another wedding at the village church today. It's been a summer for weddings. The family arrive in their best and brightest outfits and all the faces smile...."
Fab!
Thanks, Turhan. I've just been told by a friend that this is a classic observation by a lady of a certain age. He's got me bang to rights!
Kath wrote: "Thanks, Turhan. I've just been told by a friend that this is a classic observation by a lady of a certain age. He's got me bang to rights!"Your friend sounds very perceptive, he must know you well. :)
We're nearing the end of the ABC Drabbles of Death series with only five more to go. I have an idea for a new series to continue when this one is finished, so look out for news on that soon!In today's drabble we reach the letter 'U' and it proved a difficult letter to pick a word for. Then I thought about an idea I've had for a future novel and one of its aspects fitted nicely. IF you've not read the other drabbles in the series then you'll find them all here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/w...
U is for Undying
It seemed a good deal at the time. In exchange for my soul I’d never die. A deal so good I believed that I’d tricked the Devil. After all - what use was my soul if I didn’t die?
He must be laughing now.
It was a rush at first. No matter what happened I’d walk away from it. Sure it hurt, but the pain was worth the rush.
But like any drug the rush soon faded and there would be no escape. Once entropy had its fill I’d witness the end of the universe.
And I would never die.
Hope it's a more light-hearted topic next time round! :0))
Sounds very similar to the Picture Of Dorian Grey.
Only because someone found his painting.
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