Room

In a large building, or room. Glass roof. Raining outside. Sitting at a table, he began looking at the men around him. Four men at the small square table, one on each side.

The man in front of him was quite old, maybe 55, he guessed, with a graying beard and a cap. The man to his left was maybe 30, rather normal looking, also wearing a cap. The man to his right, a bald man, middle-aged, big grey eyes.

The room was full of people, all sitting at tables just like his. In the middle of the huge room was a long walkway, extending from the wall beside him to the entrance door at the far end. (From the doors perspective) he was in the far left corner of the room, around 2 or 3 tables away from the walkway.

Guns on the tables, and guns leaned against the tables. He had a rifle of some type beside him, and a large revolver sitting on the table, silver.

He looked up at the glass ceiling, rain splattered and tapped on it, the sound was somewhat calming to him. The sky was a wall of grey clouds- close and terrifying, especially in these circumstances, and in knowledge of what is to come. It’s all so odd, so surreal, he thought, like a dream, just like one.

A distant rumble. Thunder, is it thunder? He wandered, but it was coming at him, like the earthquake he had experienced when he was 7. Good times, he thought.

As the rumble neared he readied himself, as did most of the men around him. It came into view, the vast menacing ship. Deep grey, with purple lights like glowing eyes that could see fear. His stomach tightened like a knot, it was coming. Another ship, smaller, but the same design. He heard, and felt them land.

The doors at the far end of the walkway opened, then shut before he had time to look. Walking down the path was a tall one. Queen, he thought, or something like one. It’s head was normal sized, but a little bigger. The rest of it was covered in layers of robes and other things which this language has no names for.

He watched it walk, no, more like glide down toward him. Everyone watching, silent. It made it to the end of the way and stared at the wall, and spoke.
Words that were not English but echoed in side him with perfect sense. They were only senses of war.

The doors bust open, they were quick, so quick. One of them hurried at him, and bit the man to his left, and carried him off. He jumped up with a startled chirpy yell. He reached for the revolver, got it, he backed up into the wall, beside something to his left, a dresser, or… he couldn’t tell, didn’t care to tell.

Load pops, like huge fire-crackers on a fourth of July party. Two of them were now staring at him, he was so mindless and shocked he didn’t notice what they looked like, didn’t care. He raised his quivering arm a pulled the trigger, pop! Blood exploded out the chest of the thing like in the B movies. He aimed at the second one, pop! Same blood effect.


[Authors note] - This was a slightly dramatized version of a dream I had which ended here, sorry.

- Joey

Frankoonstein

(Another comedy version of an old classic, though I haven't read it. Stefan and I did read Dracula [Dracoola], but only the first chapter.)

Feb.1
My Lord, abide by my shaking body in this damp dark corner. My name is Dr. Herald F. Frankoonstein. I luckily kept this dairy in my pocket through the long travels I have just endured. My Lord, I am chased into an odd place full of mostly broken chairs. They are covered in most excellent etchings, I do say, if I may, that they look nearly Asian, though I know not what Asian things look like. I will stop writing now, and let you indulge on my previous writings to inform you what I have endured. My Lord God my Father.

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Jan.29
Maybe, just maybe I have figured it out! Could it be? When lightning strikes a man, or monster, does it revive him to life?..

Jan.30
I am afraid I gathered some spare human body parts form a war-zone just outside my house today as it was burning to the ground. It burned like a cotton ball.

Just a moment ago I assembled the parts into a man! My Lord! I will now attempt to strike him with lighting and then report to you how it went.

Not well. The body at first was a lifeless mass of different sized arms and other things. When I sent a lightning bolt through it it simply exploded, my entire laboratory is covered in blow-up. It smelled like a bowl of rotten rot.

After a laborious 2 hours I have gathered more spare parts and they all amazingly are equal in size. I have sewed them together and they seem to be perfectly fit for each other, except for the head, which is of an oddly oldly bald fat man. I shall now send a less-powerful lightning bolt through him and, once again, report to you how it transpired.

Oh Lord!! It worked!! HELP ME!!! When he, or it stood up it reached the ceiling, which is some 7 feet high, and was still bent to a great degree! It's skin was of a light green, glowing, no, shining! It saw me, and, scared like a horse, darted out and was gone. My heart is as a speeding train on bumpy tracks.

Jan.31
My mind is leaving. It has hunted me for such a great time. Luckily I am a small man and can hide in places most others can't, especially this 10 foot tall thing chasing me. There are rats galore in here. It smells of a dead rotten bowl of stench.

I see a castle upon the glowing horizon. I will head for it.

Feb.2
He is in the castle with me now! "HELP!" I scream, "HELP!" There is no one but this brute to heed my frantic words. I am armed with a pale blade, some 8 inches long I say. It shines like fire, or ice, whatever you prefer.

Who is that!? A man in a huge yellow cape, and flowing curling black hair. He is holding my monster aloft and seems to be drinking it! I shall wait, watch and tell you what happens, if I may.



Feb.3
I write this now in my own blood, whilst this horror of a man feeds on my dieing, small body.

So long fair world. Now I go to God.

















Mar.10
I forgot to mention that I made it out alive when I found a pot of water by my side, and in throwing it on the man eating me, it seeped into deep wounds that were all over his groping body. He screamed as a lady and was gone.
I thank the Lord.





-Joey