Saber Tooth Beast

Beast

It’s there, said Somtar, pointing at a cave. That’s where it is.

Stay low, said Raanor. Somtar looked at him, but did what he said.

The others were lying down behind them. There it was. The lair of the killer.

One of the hunters of the tribe had disappeared. Now they were only five, and even when they were six it had been hard to hunt the bigger animals. First they thought it was the Silmar tribe, but they had found animal blood on the site. Kimlir had managed to hurt it, but just enough to give them a hidden trail of blood drops to follow. They looked on the ground, on the plants. Slowly they advanced into the forest.

Now they stood in front of the cave where the killer was hiding. They did not know what kind of creature it was, but they were hoping it was of this world. Their myths and legends told of creatures they could never conquer.

They moved into position. The hunters knew their roles, only Rimber had to be lead. He was the youngest, too young to be a hunter, but after the day of the massacre they were too few. Now they were even fewer.

A huge creature came out. A Saber Tooth Cat. Roaring. Screaming. The biggest predator they’d ever seen. Rimber fell. The cat jumped at him. Somtar threw himself between them, stuck his flint knife into the side of the beast. Razor sharp claws cut his chest. He fell back, blood pumping. Parghar threw his spear. It stuck to the side of the beast’s flank. It turned, attacked. Sunk it’s teeth into his neck. Rangoor and Melmor was over it, hanging on to their spears sinking into it’s flesh. The creature died.

He saved my life, said young Rimber. He wasn’t crying, but his eyes was red, his mouth small and shaking. Somtar had been like a father to him.

We are only three hunters now. Life will be hard. Melmor was sitting on one knee, beside his friend and mentor Parghar’s dead body.

Some of the children will soon be old enough to hunt, We’ll manage. Rangoor looked to the hills of the falling sun. If only we could live in our old land…

The other two were silent. The memories of the day the Silmar tribe came and took their land was still strong in memory.

Listen! Said Rimber. The other two looked at him, asking.

It comes from the cave!

The child jumped closer to the cave.

Rimber, no! Said Rangoor, taking a step towards him.

Look! It’s a cub! Rimber picked up the fluffy little animal. You could see the fangs already sticking out of it’s mouth. He’s beautiful!

Inside the cave there were four more.

Next summer these will be as fierce as their mother, said Melmor, pulling his knife out of his belt. We need to kill them now.

No! Said Rimber, holding on to the cub in his arms. Let me keep at least one... Now tears were running down his cheeks.

Rimber, there’s no…

Rangoor put a hand on Melmor’s shoulder.

We bring them all with us. His eyes were glowing of hope and revenge. Next summer we’ll get our land back.

https://aetherealengines.com/2017/03/04/ounta/

http://library.sandiegozoo.org/factsheets/_extinct/smilodon/smilodon.htm#distribution

The Evil

The invisible man

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Digging deep into the archives of Jac Forsyth’s blog The Perilous Reading Society I found this beautiful little story.

The Perilous Reading Society

Some of them had fallen into the radioactive vats, some had been pushed and some, like Finn, had been born into them.

No one had ever really counted how many there were.  By their nature it was hard to tell them apart, and one became another all too easily.  But everyone knew that they were there, and everyone knew what they were.

And it wasn’t like they could turn transparent or anything.  They just had this knack of becoming part of the backdrop.  Finn once said it was more like natural camouflage than anything else.  Sure, they bore the toxic aftermath on their flesh, but it was in the minds of the Noticeable People that the real magic happened.  A dark enchantment seemed to possess them, and it erased the Invisible from the picture book of their thoughts quicker than changing channels on a TV.

His hair was dark, like…

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Prophetic Poetry

The little girl was standing in front of him. He couldn’t see her eyes. Her dark hair was hanging down in front of her pale face. She held a doll in her right hand. The doll’s eyes were torn out. It was hanging like a dead person. The girl made a sudden move with her head, threw her hair back. Fast. Her face. Twisted, strange, as if someone had hurt her, cut her. Destroyed her. She screamed.

They had found the house in the wilderness. Abounded and beautiful. With a bit of work they had cleaned it up well enough to stay there for some days. A rest until they would continue their journey.

In the basement they found a book. A small writing book, a note pad. Only one of the pages had text on it. The letters were chaotic, as written by a child.

Lonely nights and silence

Will they ever return?

Trapped and terrified

When time comes they will burn

Blood will run on wooden floors

Innocent lives… delight

The two who comes in through that door

this will be their night.

They joked about how it would be them, that there was a ghost or something. They did not know the horrible event that had happened in this place.

A little girl had been murdered by her parents. Fear had been the reason. Fear of a prophecy that never came true.

This night Janet and Morty had been lying in front of the fireplace. Janet fell asleep, and Morty went out to take a piss. Coming back in he saw the little girl. She was standing in the hallway.

Her face had a horrendous look in it’s red, beady eyes. Her scream was long, evil and in pain. She jumped at him faster than a beast. Bit his throat, pulling it out. Morty fell to the ground. Blood poured out of the wound and his mouth.

The scream woke Janet up. She ran out in the hallway, saw her boyfriend vomiting blood on the floor. A little girl sitting on top of him. The girl turned her head. An unnaturally fast movement. Her head was turned backwards. Blood were running down her cheeks. She jumped, or flew towards Janet. Janet fell backwards. She managed to throw the little girl into the fireplace. She screamed horrible screams as the flames devoured her. Screams of a little girl in pain and terror. Then she disappeared.

Janet ran over to her beloved boyfriend lying on the floor. He was dead. There was nothing she could do for him. She ran out the door as fast as she could and into the night. She stopped.

The little girl was standing in the yard. In front of her. In the tall grass. She stopped. Petrified. The little girl attacked. The sleeping birds awoke and flew from their trees far, far away.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Poetry_Day

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/267155-wasting-copper/

Tears of Blood

 

Shattered

Shattered

Darkness in my soul. A wound. A memory.

Pain inflicted. Sadness. Loss. Nothing could ever

mend what happened. No one could ever repay the debt.

Revenge. Horror. Madness and sorrow. A future so bright

shattered to pieces. An illusion. A source of confusion.

Hate. The road to destruction. A morbid seduction.

It’s time to die.

In memory of my beloved dog Fenris and the horrible act of injustice he was victim of.

A Destructive Solution

A Destructive Solution

The world lived in peace now. Freedom was the new way. Freedom and equality. Finally.

Jerome was happy. He lived with his friends and family in an old castle. There were other families too. Other groups in other parts. Once the castle belonged to a duke. The awakening had changed the world. When the world had been at the border of total destruction from war and ecological collapse mankind had understood how to live together. How to share the world.

But far away a threat had awoken. A threat to the new way, a dark force were claiming the right to suppress others, to deprive others their land and their resources. A movement from the old days. Once it had been called fascism.

Carl was his name. He was from the north. He had revoked the old ways of egoism. And now he was on his way to the castle Jerome called his home.

The castle was next on the list. It seemed to be important to Carl, his family used to own it, they used to own all the land. They used to be rich, while the people living on this land were starving. Now he wanted it back.

What do we do? Rebecca said. They have an army!
Jerome did not know what to answer. He went down to the library in the basement.

He looked in old books. He looked in old files in the computer systems, computers older than his grandfather. Files downloaded from the long gone internet. He found it. A solution.

He knew where the army was coming from. They slaughtered anyone who opposed to their laws, to their system. He went in his old vehicle. After a while he saw the smoke from the fires. He knew there was death. Violence. For the first time in this century. They still had not arrived at his destination. There was still time.

He got there before them. The old military installation. He went in. Once the most protected place in the land. Now the land was no longer suppressed. No one was in charge. He went into the hanger. He had the old map drawn down from the screen. He found it. The old symbol he had found. The symbol of destruction. A circle with three triangles inside. Red on yellow. Once this was the most feared symbol on earth.

He waited. He waited for days, until he heard them come. They where straight above him. The time had come.

Up on the ground the horde of fascists gathered. They had plundered and raped for miles and miles, and now the time had come to take the castle of Carl’s great grandfather.

Jerome opened the security cover. He swallowed. He knew his life would be over when he got the chain reaction started. But there where things in the world more important than him. The world would once again be free. The threat of the egoists would be over. Altruism would once again rule. He swallowed again. He pressed the button.

Rebecca was standing in the highest tower watching the bright light in the horizon. Then the smoke mushroom. Tears where running down her cheeks. She knew she would never see her beloved Jerome again. She knew she could not even go close to the place he died. And she knew the terror where once again in the past. Freedom was once again secured.

https://peaceandhealthblog.com/2017/01/24/china-call-to-ban/

https://garden2day.wordpress.com/2016/12/23/nuclear-disarmament/

Temple of Death

Violation

I can proudly pronounce that my blog has been of important inspiration to this amazingly morbid piece of art.

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Yesterday, I wrote a short story called The Wolf’s Mate, a werewolf tale that’s actually a romance. Gwen is married to Larry and is pregnant. Larry is also a werewolf who even recognizes his “mate’s” scent while he is the wolf.

I started thinking of different ways to spin the story, and the night Gwen Talbot becomes pregnant sprang to life. I want to warn you right now this story contains some significantly “adult” content, so if you aren’t okay with that, stop reading now.

I’m also considering writing a story about their romance, how they met, fell in love, his proposal of marriage, and upon Gwen’s acceptance, Larry’s revealing his secret to her and how, amazingly, that resulted in them getting married, even in the face of the curse of the wolf.

I just wanted to let you…

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Entity

Refreshingly dark piece written by and reblogged from Grim’s Crypt.

Grim's Crypt

It started happening the beginning of one week during the middle of the night when you’d find me typing away on my laptop. The knocking noises weren’t loud, but in the middle of the night there was dead silence so the noise appeared louder than what they really were. For a while, I would chalk it up to my neighbors’ headboard banging against the wall while having sex or the pipes in this old apartment building talking. I’d just ignore it and finish writing whatever story I was working on at the time.

One night that week, I couldn’t ignore it any longer. Not only were there the knocking sounds, but scratching noises had accompanied it as well. I remember looking behind me and seeing nothing but the white plastered walls that surrounded me. What was weird was the noises had stopped as soon as I looked, but resumed once…

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Full Moon

She was sitting on a bench in the park, looking up at the clear sky. The sun had just gone down, and in the opposite horizon a beautiful, big and full moon was rising. She felt relaxed and safe.

A howl was heard in a distance up in the forest. A dog? It didn’t really sound like a dog. It was more like some kind of wolf, but there was no wolves in this area. There was something strange about it, something dark. She shivered, got her purse and started to walk home.

The shadows flew by as he ran down the hill. The darkness felt good, the air in the hair on his cheeks, his shoulders. The moonlight through the trees. The smells. So many, so strong. He felt alive as never before. The moment. Everything was this moment.

She walked down the road, into the shortcut towards their house, a path through the forest. The moonlight filters through the higher parts of the trees, giving her a little bit of eyesight.

She hears the howl again.

A new smell is mixed with the smells of the forest. Rich. Intriguing. Beautiful. He licks his lips. He’s never smelled a smell like that. He stops for a moment. Sucking in pleasure through his nose. He howls again. A long howl of longing, of desire. Then he keeps running.

It was closer this time. Too close. What was it? It sounded almost human, like someone gone crazy, but it was too grave, too… wild. She started walking faster.

She could see the end of the path now, where she would be out in the street between the houses again. A shadow moved in the darkness between the trees. Fast. Too fast to be human. Something crossed the path behind her. She turned around. Nothing. She started running.

He sees her now. His prey. She’s running. A desire to hunt, to play. The smell is strong. The smell of fear. He wants her.

She reached the edge of the forest, ran out in the street. Kept running. There were some people a bit ahead. She was safe. She stops for a moment to catch her breath. Turns around. A beast comes out of the forest. Running half on two feet, halfly on all four. A wolf. A man. A monster.

She screams as he leaps towards her.

He sees the fear in her eyes. He lands over her, she falls to the ground. Helpless. Beautiful. He sinks his teeth into he neck. Her flesh. The iron taste as the blood goes down his throat. He howls to the moon. Four people are watching a block away. Shocked. Terrified.

Just the way he likes them.

http://www.gods-and-monsters.com/history-of-the-werewolf.html
http://www.thescarystory.com/onlineshorthorrorstories/
Beauty and the Beast

Debt

Debt

He hadn’t slept much the last days. Drugs, sex, violence… You name it. The last days had been crazy.

He came out of the old abounded storage house. He’d gotten some speed for the money he robbed down at the licker store, enough to sell a bit, and maybe if he was to keep things tight, buy a new party when it ran out.

He went down to Dylan’s flat. Mike was there as well. They were all out of drugs. He was a welcome sight.

They sat down, laid out some lines on the table. Big ones. They’d just snorted them in when there was a knock on the door. Three guys was standing outside. Fuck, it’s Marco! Get out of here! But it was too late. The door was kicked in. Bats. Knives. Guns.

The three friends were lying on the floor. They were to high to really understand what was going on, but it sucked. Marco wanted his money. He took the speed on the table and the play station. They had a couple of days to get the rest of the money.

They took my play station… said Dylan.

They took the drugs… said Mike.

What the fuck do we do now? Said Johnny. That stash was my way out of this mess.

I told you we shouldn’t do business with these kind of people, said Mike. We’re not the same league.

The two others were silent. They knew he was right, even though it had sounded like chicken shit the other day. They’ve heard things about Marco. They said he’d killed people. Apart from the torture he’d inflicted on others in their situation.

Fuck, man, said Johnny. We’re in it now.

We should fucking kill him, said Mike. Coming in here, stealing my stuff, threatening us. We should fucking…

Kill him. Said Johnny. Silence. Mike, you’re a genius.

Mike looked at him. He hadn’t really meant it, but then again… It would be in self defence. Kind of.

The day after Johnny is waiting Marco in an alley. He shows up with the same two guys he brought at Mike’s house. So you’ve finally paying your debts, eh? ‘Bout time, asshole. Where’s your pathetic friends?

Someplace, says Johnny, trying to hide his nerves. I dunno.

So, give me the money so we can get out of here.

Johnny stands there. Where’s Mike? He should be acting by now?

Er… he says.
What’s wrong with you, man? Give me the fucking money!

The thing is… I don’t have’em.

You don’t have them? Marco got angry. Shouted a lot of stuff about loosing his time, not respecting, and a lot of other stuff too.

Kick his ass, he said to his mates. A gunshot was heard. One of Marco’s guys fell to the ground. Blood was puring from his head.

What the f…

Another gunshot. Nothing happened, it missed. Marco ran behind a car. The third shot killed the other asshole. Marco started shooting towards were the gunshots came from. Johnny crawled behind a trash container. Then Marco ran off.

The other two came out of their hiding place behind the barracks.

Now what the fuck do we do? Said Johnny.

The two others stood in silence for a moment before Mike said:

We run.

https://edatm.com/2017/02/24/bayou/

https://fictionalex.wordpress.com/2017/02/28/first-kill/

Out of Gas

Stranded

Rest in Time and Space

John Argoyle stood paralysed. He was watching the grave on front of him. A tombstone. It had a name on it. His name. He and his group of space travellers were the first humans to set foot on this planet, just five minutes ago. They were the first humans to ever arrive at this solar system.

He went back to the others.

So, did you find anything? Said his commander.

He didn’t answer.

Are you OK? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.

John looked at his commander. I’m OK. No, nothing special, he lied. He was confused. Astonished. The date of his death had been four years before his birth. He wanted to tell the rest of them, but he was afraid they would laugh. He wasn’t even sure if he believed what he’d seen, and the commander always made fun of him.

Well, we have the samples we need, said the commander. Let’s get back. The rest of the crew of four, Miarim and Geroge got the equipment into the vessel. John didn’t do anything. He just stood there, looking at the horizon.

The vessel started going up towards the mother ship. Going out of the atmosphere a creature appeared. In a flash it stood in front of them, a monster of cosmic dimensions. It’s eyes lit of an intelligent glow, looking at them, examining them. They could see stars inside it’s open mouth. It swallowed the ship whole.

A moment of darkness. Then light. Then neither, or both, it was hard to tell. Time went by. A moment. An eternity.

They were moving up from the planet again. The creature was no longer there. Neither was the mother ship.

Get back down! Said the commander. Soon they were back on the ground. They turned the ship, started descending towards the ground. They went down too fast. The ship crashed.

Fuck! Are everybody OK? Said the commander.

I am, said Geroge.

Me too, said Miarim. John? John?

John was dead. A metal plate had fallen from the roof, crushed his head.

No… John. No… Miarim was crying. She loved John of all her heart. Geroge was comforting her.

We have no time for this! Said the commander. We need to find out what’s happened. Where’s that god damned mother ship?

There was no answer on the radio. No contact what so ever.

The sun was up. Time had past, but how much? They made measurements of the moons, the stars and the sun. It wasn’t the time that had past. It was them. Thirty years back.

They were stranded in the past on an uninhabitable planet. They were all going to die.

These stories inspired this one.

https://poweredbyrobots.com/2017/03/07/unraveling/

https://jacforsyth.wordpress.com/2017/03/05/the-knaves-tale/

https://theurbanspaceman.net/2017/03/07/avalon-flash-fiction/#more-3406/

Wheel of Time