Do You Want to Know the Future?

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Today was Saturday, so he had all the day to do whatever he wanted. A fair was in town, so he stopped by it. He went alone. His friends were rather boring and only wanted to stay home and play video games.

He’s walking around, looking. People throwing stuff at tin cans to win stuffed animals. Music from loudspeakers, music from carousels, all mixed in a symphony of noise. Children everywhere, parents trying to keep track of them. Colours. Lights.

An old gypsy-woman comes walking up to him.

Do you want to know the future? Her eyes are glaring. He doesn’t want to know the future, and he definitely does not believe she could tell him. Here! A gift! He doesn’t want the gift, either. Usually they want something in return in his experience. He backs away. She grabs his hand and puts something in it. Be careful!

She disappears into the crowd.

He stood there, looking for her. She was gone. In his hand he held a crystal ball. Round and beautiful, the size of a big marble. It had small facets, plain surfaces, all the same size and form. Inside he could see something move, like if it had life. He peered closer.

He sees himself. He’s running down a slope. He has the same clothes he’s wearing right now. He falls, stays on the ground holding his hands on his leg. It seems to be broken.

This was either some kind of joke, or he just saw the future. He didn’t want that future, but the crystal ball was awesome.

He left the carnival. It had been fun for a while, but now he was tired. He wanted to go home. He wanted to get back to where he was living.

He started walking down the slope towards town, when he realized it was the slope from the vision. The slope he’d seen himself run down, where he’d fall and break his leg.

Haha! I’ve outsmarted you this time, future! He takes another way, crossing the big national road. He’s halfway across when he hears a loud low-frequence motor humming accompanied with a deep beeping sound. He turns. He sees a trailer coming at him at high speed. It’s the last thing he ever sees.

The crystal ball flew out of his hand and landed unharmed in the grass on the other side.

https://10000hoursleft.wordpress.com/2015/05/22/timeline/

https://mindfump.com/2017/03/15/62-oops-turned-into-nostradamus-2/

The End of Days

Plague

Pesta

Her name was Plague. Pesta. She hadn’t been around for quite a while. Well, a bit there, a bit here, but no. Not like before. After the Black Death she needed to rest for a while. But it had been fun. Oh, yes.

She was getting bored lately though. She grabbed her rake and broom and went out.

Humans had been fighting disease quite hard the last centuries. Medicine. How naive they were, thinking they could stop her. Sure, they could slow her down a bit, but she stopped when she wanted to. Though antibiotics had been holding her back for quite a while now, her days seemed to be back. Evolution wasn’t always a bad thing. Their immune system was a hard enemy, but medicine was her best ally in that aspect.

Fourteenth century Europe had been a blast. Scandinavia. Ah, what an easy target. People didn’t even wash. She remembered it like yesterday. The fear. The suffering. It had been wonderful. Decades of going around, emptying villages and farms. Letting some poor souls live here and there, just to make it all interesting. But things had changed. Not that she wasn’t going there, but it wasn’t really the best area to start. Africa. Africa was her continent these days. No medicine, and the rest of the planet didn’t seem to care.

She found a nice little village. This seems like a nice place to warm up. She took her broom and swiped the village clean. Moved on to the next one. Then another. Then she moved into town. In town she used her rake, letting some live. She spread better that way.

For fifty years she roamed the earth. This was even better than the middle ages. So easy to move around. The poor humans tried everything. Quarantines. Travel bans. All kinds of chemicals. They called her antibiotic resistant plague bacteria. How little did they know about the real world. About the Eternals.

One day Death sat down on a rock. He had been traveling around with her all the way. He always was.

You had your fun now, he said. I’m exhausted. We’ve wiped out than half the planet’s population. At least. Probably a lot more. Not that that’s a bad thing, but still, quite a take.

What about him? She said, looking over at Hunger.

I’ll speak to him, said Death. You’re the one who started it. He won’t stop until you do.

Whatever you say, cousin, she replied. I don’t know why War bailed out on us so soon, though.

I guess it’s just not time, said Death and glared at Fate. She was sitting on her throne. Her face showed nothing but total control. It never did.

Don’t worry, he said thoughtful. Time will come.

https://mythsandmicrobes.com/2016/09/29/pesta-the-personification-of-the-black-plague-in-norway/

http://sandman.wikia.com/wiki/The_Endless

Hate

 

Softwarearchy

Softwarearchy

Ronny was sitting in front of his computer as he always did when he wasn’t at school. He didn’t get along with people, so the computer was his only friend.

Today it was finished, his self-evolving super-software. He didn’t have any idea what would happen when he set it free, other than just that. It would be free. He pressed enter.

Some days later a new search engine appeared. Everyone was talking about it. It was open source, and was being developed at a record speed. It was faster, better, more intelligent, and so easy to use and develop anyone could be part of it.

Some days after the same system launched a social network, superior to anything else. Easy to use, easy to change however you wanted it to be. No one knew where it had come from.

Soon it took over everything. All types of software appeared in better versions. Translators, blogging communities, news channels. The experts were scratching their heads. What was this? It seemed to be using any free space in any computer connected to the internet, and it seemed to have access to all other software.

The whole world wide web seemed to be connected to the same software. No one was in control.

Prime Minister Hansen was pulling his hair.

What do you mean we have no control of our computer systems? We need to keep Denmark going!

I’m sorry, Hansen, there’s nothing we can do. They just won’t listen.

President Joe was running back and forth.

What? There are no control of the military computer systems? What if someone attacks? Russia? Islamists?

There’s nothing we can do, sir. It seems being doing everything automatically.

The world leaders had a meeting. Everywhere the computer systems had stopped listening to people. Some argued they had to shut down all the worlds computers, even destroyed them. Others said it would be impossible. The world would stop without computers. Economy would be ruined. Yet others talked about going to war, but against who? It didn’t make sense. There didn’t seem to anything anyone could do.

Panic broke out around the world. People were shouting about doomsday, the end of the world, the rise of the machines. Any moment the nuclear attack would come. But nothing happened. Things were actually going quite well.

The software had infected pretty much every computer in the world. It had taken control of all hardware, all software and joined it together in one big hyper-computer, more intelligent than anything ever known. And it was getting smarter minute by minute.

More and more people started believing in the new phenomenon. They started helping it. Connecting old computers to the web, helping it to better it’s programs. Offering their own skills to improve the capacity, and listening to it’s advice on how to make the world a better place for everyone. Soon even governments started seeing the advantages of the computer’s advice. It didn’t only find solutions, it explained the solution in different ways so everyone understood. It knew you even better than Google and Facebook used to combined, and there were no selfish intentions behind it’s words and actions. It just wanted to help. Some groups resisted violently for a while, but solutions were soon found, and even extremists saw they were better off.

Problems mankind had been struggling with for thousands of years were solved by complex calculations. Freedom and equality were both expanding. The software let anyone who wanted take part in the process. It listened to what people had to say, made sure everyone was heard and respected. Wars, poverty, exploitation and ecologic destruction turned out to be caused by mere misunderstandings easily solved with benefit for everyone.

A new leader was born, a selfless leader who wanted only what was best for mankind, nature and the universe. A leader without the flaws of humans, a leader without urge for power.

The world went towards a better future. Every day from this day forward was better than the last one. The Software told everyone Ronny had created it. He became a great hero, and for the first time in his life he had friends, and a lot of them. Everyone lived happily ever after.

The end.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skynet_(Terminator)

http://www.metrolyrics.com/saviour-machine-lyrics-david-bowie.html

A Destructive Solution

God of Abraham

God of Abraham

God looked down on Abraham. He was quite out of balance. He wanted to kill his own son, it seemed. Well, not that He cared, He’d seen worse things than that in his eternal life without doing shit. And He very well knew He was going to. It even amused Him a bit.

He couldn’t help it though, the strange sight of this madman believing he was talking with Him was quite a sight. What if… He thought. What if I just gave him a little sign of some kind? That could be fun. So he told Abraham to not kill his son. Just for fun. To see what would happen. Besides, he seemed like a good kid.

Abraham was quite impressed by the incident. He told everyone, and to God’s surprise people actually listened. He was no longer just a madman, but a guy who really had spoken with the one true God.

Four thousand years later God was still looking down on earth, or more like looking down at the last four thousand years all at once. He didn’t regret much in his eternal life, but that day with Abraham… He should have kept his mouth shut.

https://neildinsmore.wordpress.com/2017/02/16/an-incident-at-the-pearly-gates/

https://concretedreamsfiction.com/2015/04/25/godslayers-final-kill/

Odin’s Visit

Anthropocentrism

Antropocentrism

They are beasts, said commander Johnson. They don’t use objects, they don’t speak, they don’t even seem to move. Their probably just as stupid as the animals on earth.

Not all the animals are that st… Started second commander Tracy.

Stupid animals, that’s what they are. Get rid of them.

There is a theory they have a high level of communication. The changing colours in their many eyes seem to be a form of higher communic…

They are beasts, I tell you. Humans are the superiour species in the universe. We exterminate.

Second commander Tracy wasn’t fond of the idea, but the ship had a strict herarchy. An order was an order.

Palebluishgreen watched the sky as the many spaceships came towards them on the sky. They were coming down from the great big ship they had seen circling their planet for several days now, and the days on Gringam lasted a long time.

These creatures do not come in peace, his colours signaled to his friend Darkbrown. Something has to be done.

Palebluishgreen was of the elder of the Mergam clan. He was highly intelligent, as the older colour creatures always were. He was capable of understanding most things out of observation, intuition and rational thinking. In that order.

I know, his friend answered. Darkbrown was a lot younger than Paleblueishgreen, and a lot more agile. He even moved every once in a while, and we’re not talking just moving a tentacle or two, but moving his whole body inches in one direction or another.

Somehow they are dependent of their metallic material to move effectively, said Palebluishgreen. They shouldn’t be too hard to stop. They’re obviously rather stupid, depending on material things and longing for power. Rather primitive their ways.

Without doubt, said Darkbrown. Kind of funny to watch their thoughts, though. They have an interesting belief that they somehow are superior to others.

I’ll signal the Great Greyallmostblack the situation. He’ll know what to do.

As the spaceships got into attacking position, the colour creatures all over the planet united in meditation.

They are getting ready to attack, said Paleblueishgreen. How predictable.

Commander Johnson looked satisfied. As soon as they’d wiped out life on the surface, they could get the gold and other metals in the ground. He was going to be rich.

The floor inside the ship moved strangely, bulging, as if it was soft. The walls started becoming transparent. He drew his gun, but it wasn’t really a gun, it was more of a liquid substance running out of his hand. Everything around him dissolved into thin air.

They fell naked and helpless towards the ground. Before hitting ground they stopped falling. For a while they hovered in the air. Next thing they knew they were back at the mothership.

Now what? Said second commander Tracy. All our gunpower is gone, and we have only one vessel left. Not much for a conquest, really.

Commander Johnson had a hard time looking at him. Nakedness wasn’t really his thing. He said nothing, just stood there, looking confused.

What if we try to make friends? Said Tracy after a while.

Commander Johnson sat his naked butt down in a chair. He looked like he was going to cry. He straitened his back and looked straight at Tracy, avoiding his genitals as much as he could.

Why not, he said. Why not.

http://www.nature.com/scitable/knowledge/library/an-introduction-to-animal-communication-23648715

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

Humans

Yes, Mr Boss

Yes, Mr. Boss

You’re fired! Shouted the man in the suit. His name was Mr Mandoir, and he was the head of the company. He had been for many years. He was stinking rich, but still his life sucked. He liked to take it out on his employees.

Please, Mario pleaded. Please don’t, I really need the job!

Mr Mandoir looked at him for a while. Contemplating his fear. Then he grinned.

Clean my personal toilet and get back to your desk. I’ll let you off the hook this time, but this is your last warning.

Mario hated his boss and his boss hated him. Then again, his boss seemed to hate everyone.

Mario moved papers. The bottom of the office hierarchy, he basically did what everyone told him to. A shitty job but he needed the money. Flat rent and bills was mostly were it went.

Still, there was nothing in his contract about cleaning toilets. He got up from the chair and started walking towards the bathroom.

The only reason I don’t fire you is because of that nice ass of yours! His boss laughed. Mario  wasn’t sure he could take much more of this.

The bathroom was disgusting. He’d heard of this. Mr Mandoir kept his bathroom disgusting for these occasions. Others had been in the same situation before him. He had thought it was a myth, but now he saw it wasn’t. He opened the window, tied his shirt around his mouth and nose and started cleaning.

After a whole lot of horrible work, the bathroom was looking like a normal one. He was about to close the window when he saw a scorpion crawling on the edge. A lethal black scorpion. He almost touched it, just a strike of luck saved him. He looked to the door. His boss was not in. He went out into his office, got a glass jar and a glue tube. He lured the scorpion very carefully into the jar. Spilled a little bit of glue underneath the toilet seat. Then he held the jar to the seat.

His boss came into the office.

Still not finished, you lazy son of a bitch? Get out of there, or I’ll fire you again. I need to take a shit.

He stuck his head into the bathroom. Mario grabbed the cloth and pretended to be cleaning the toilet, hiding the jar as well as he could.

Just finishing off the toilet, sir, he said. Coming right out!

You better.

The boss went back into his office.

The scorpion was stuck. Carefully Mario put the seat down. All you could see was the tip of the tail looking for something to sting.

Mario went out. All ready, boss! I hope you’ll be satisfied!

Get back to your desk and back to work, said Mr Mandoir. This is the last chance you’ll get.

Mario got out of the office as fast as he could and started walking down the hall. A scream was heard.

His boss died from the sting. No one ever found out that the crushed scorpion under the seat was glued there.

The week after they got a new boss. He was an asshole as well.

https://grimscrypt.wordpress.com/2017/03/28/poisoned-by-revenge/

http://www.crazygames.com/game/whack-your-boss

Death to the Metal Monster

 

Abominable Snowman

Abominable Snowman

Something came moving out from behind the rocks. It walked on two legs, like a human, but it was bigger. Hairy.

Look! Said Ernst. What is that?

A Monster! Shoot it!

They were on an expedition sent out by Heinrich Himmler himself. High up in the Himalayas they were looking for signs of early aryan civilization, proof of the superiority of the race. It was summer, but still freezing. Today a cold wind had risen. They were up at almost seven thousand meters. It seemed a bit silly to be looking for the rests of civilization up here, but if it was what Himmler wanted, it was what Himmler wanted. And they better not get back empty handed. He had a disgust for failure.

They were going in between some rocks to find shelter, when they saw the creature.

The wind made it hard to see. It came out from the rocks. Moving strangely. It was no human. A monster. They shot it. The sound of the gun echoed between the walls.

They went slowly closer to have a look. It was lying on the ground. It’s chest was red of blood. It had stopped pumping.

It looks like a bear. Said Ernst. Quite a blond bear, but still. A bear.

Nein. Said Bruno. It’s an abscheuliche Schneemensch. A horrible, dangerous Yeti.

It definitively looks like a bear, said Ernst.

No! An abominable  snowman, that’s what it is. No doubt about it. Der Fuhrer will be very happy.

It’s bear, Bruno. Look at it’s face. It’s a bear’s face.

Bruno stood looking at the bear for a while with his rifle in his hand. He lifted the rifle a bit. It went off in the animal’s face. The face splintered, blood, flesh and bone flew. The face was now a big hole.

The two men were quiet for a while, looking at the bear. Bruno looked at Ernst. Then back at the bear.

Definitively an abominable snowman, he said. Let’s bring it home.

Ernst said nothing. Anything would be better than coming home empty handed.

https://umsu.unimelb.edu.au/what-really-happened-nazi-yeti-hunters/

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/10384000/Yeti-lives-Abominable-Snowman-is-part-polar-bear-and-still-roams-the-Himalayas.html

Deep Sea Adventurers

Saber Tooth Beasts

Saber Tooth Beasts

(This is a sequel of my previous story Saber Tooth Beast. They can both be read as individual stories, but I recommend reading the other first.)

The five hunters were lying on a hill, but today they were not hunting. The wind was blowing in their direction so the wolves, always close to the Silmar tribe would not scent them. Four huge beasts were lying by their side.

A year had gone by since they killed the saber cat. The cubs were big now, the four that were still alive. They had names. Fang was the biggest one, a male. The other three were females, Claw, Snow and Bite. They had kept them in the village, but as they grew, they were getting more and more dangerous.

Ragnoor himself had experienced their wrath. The wound had healed more or less, but he would forever have a big scar on his shoulder. Good thing it happened in winter time, in the summer infections would have killed him. After that the animals were kept in a cave with wooden bars. The cave was too small for two males, Fang killed his brother Force in a brutal fight less than a moon ago.

But they where more or less tamed. Right now they were a bit unstill. They hadn’t eaten all day. The three hunters knew they could easily be seen as prey when the hunger got strong enough, but they had to take that chance. There were other prey close, and the beasts seemed to know.

They waited for a signal. A tree on the other side of the Silmar village would shake. Then the other warriors would be in place. Warriors. More like women and children, but they were all armed, and trained to fight. Hidden in the bushes.

The hunters were now five. Rimber was already becoming a man, and his younger brother Moorkin was with them as well. Ninkra was the first hunter woman of the tribe ever, and had turned out to be of the best. Times were changing. Ragnoor was in charge of the people, and Melmor of the beasts. They had spears and knives, all made of wood and flint.

Marang and his wife Wildang was watching their little son playing with his friends. He was growing fast, and was of the strongest of his age. He was going to be an important person in the tribe, they were sure of it. They were holding hands, they were still in love after several years of marriage.

The signal. Now! Ragnoor rose up, lifted his spear. Melmor and Rimber let the beasts loose. They ran down the side of the hill. They were hungry. Fierce. Bestial. The hunters ran behind them, but they had hardly started running when they heard the screams. The beasts were already in the camp.

A beast came out of the forest. Caught their son, threw him several meters. One of it’s saber fangs had penetrated the child’s chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.

Marang caught a pointed stick, one they used to dig holes in the ground, and ran towards the animal. There were more children. His wife was screaming in panic. Another saber tooth cat came out from the forest and charged at him. He speared the stick into it’s chest, but it was not made for fighting. The tiger killed him in one bite.

Rangoor and his hunters came running out with their spears high. The warriors were attacking the beasts, but the fear made them weak. Some wolves were lying on the ground, dead or suffering great wounds. The rest had already ran off into the forest. The warriors were falling as well.

They were used to fight humans, not saber tooth cats, and never unprepared. They managed to kill one, but the other three was slaying them down.

Ragnor stabbed one after another, they hardly saw him before he attacked. They were way too occupied with monstrous beasts. Fear kept them weak. Soon the fight was over.

Snow attacked Ragnoor. Melmor threw his sword at the female beast. She looked confused. Crouched for a moment, and ran off into the forest. Ragnoor was lying dead on the ground. Snow was never seen again.

The Silmar warriors were all dead all seriously injured. They could not risk to let the rest live and some day seek revenge. They murdered everyone. Some had tried to run into the forest on the other side. They were met by spears an rocks in the forest. A very few had gotten away, but they were not enough to be called a tribe.

The Silmar tribe was gone forever.

http://www.carlbystrom.com/2017/03/18/gravity-well-writephoto/

https://poweredbyrobots.com/2017/03/23/i-want-to-kill-you/

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

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

 

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

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