Showing posts with label Tezcatlipoca. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tezcatlipoca. Show all posts

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Rolling Apocalypse

The glass continued to crack as the mad men pounded on the glass separating the patio from the interior of Scallywags. For an elongated moment, the cluster of patrons and employees eyed each other with fear filled faces until the woman who had just lost her friend outside yelled, “We have to do something.”

Breaking their way in
Breaking their way in

“Yeah, but what?” the bartender said.
“Maybe we should just make a break for our cars through the front,” Will suggested.
“As long as you’ll cool with some of us not making it,” Jack said. “Who knows what’s out there? The cops could be moving in to help us. I would hate to have people die when this whole thing could be wrapped up in a few hours. We’re safer as a group where we can defend ourselves!”
Rollie spoke up. “But if they break through the glass this place won’t be too defendable.”
As if his words brought forth a curse, the first window shattered in a rain of jagged shards. Most of the women let out screams, but Jack was quick to act. Snatching up a table, he threw it at the pair of blood soaked freaks already lumbering into the bar. This toppled them over. Then, instead of fleeing, Jack attacked them with his chair leg.

Jack
Jack

He kept smashing one in the head until it final stopped moving, but the other had gained its feet, while behind it, a full dozen followed the first two into Scallywags.  
“Come on!” Will yelled. “He needs help.” Rollie’s boyfriend grabbed up a chair and rushed forward smashing the one approaching Jack’s back.

Watch your back
Watch your back

Rollie still possessed the chair leg Jack had given him and joined his lover near the carnage, but almost as soon as he had, he wished he hadn’t. Blood covered people of every age and size tumbled in at them. A woman, wearing a shirt full of pictures of fat tomatoes, growled as she came stumbling toward him.
Hitting a sick person went against everything he believed in. Will screamed something at him, be the words didn’t register. She drew in closer and he could smell the blood on her.
Then she clawed at him. He might have cried out and went to push her away, but, she had a hold of his shirt. It was the sight of two larger freaks moving in behind her that snapped him into action.
With another yell, he smashed forward with his makeshift club.
She acted like she hadn’t felt a thing.
The others were almost upon him.
With a louder shout, he put everything he had into the next blow. No one would have been more surprised than he, when she toppled to the ground with a dull moan.
Will grabbed him from behind. “Come on!”
Jack yelled to the bartender. “Take everyone backstage!”
An ear piercing scream tore at his ears and Rollie saw a madman had made it past them and grabbed one of the women. This helped convince the others to retreat up onto the stage.
The dying woman sadly aided them, for Rollie, Will, Jack, and Steve made it to the stage safely. For a moment the men took in the grizzly feast and only their loud gasping for air competed with the grizzly tearing of flesh below.

Feasting
Feasting

Jack addressed them. “There are still a lot of supplies we could gather in case we need to lock ourselves into there for the long haul. I only see about ten on those fuckers and they’re all screwed up. I say we take them out and then grab some food and water. Who’s with me?’

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Saturday, March 1, 2014

Saturday, January 4, 2014

The Climax of Mar's Eternal Aftermath... Three students, Hordes of Zombies, and a Rapist.

“Get them,” Pritch yelled as Mar and Cindy dashed into the back room of the house. Mar saw a door leading outside and just kept running. Reaching it, she quickly scrambled to open the lock.
Lenny appeared behind them and grabbed a handful of Cindy’s hair and she tumbled back onto the floor screaming.
While Lenny continued to wrestle with Cindy, Pritch regarded her, while holding the bat that was already coated with at least three people’s blood. “Where do you think you’re going, Chippee? You want to run back into the arms of the hungry dead?”

Brain Splattered Emily
Brain Splattered Mar

“Better them than yours,” she yelled as she flung the door open. She noticed three things at once as soon as she could see into the place’s back yard. First was a good sized truck already filled with supplies, second was the place had no fence, third was the three zombies stumbled down the alley, but had turned their attentions to her.
Should she risk it—but how could she leave her friend to be abused by these villains? Her hesitation cost her and Pritch grabbed her by the arm and tossed her across the floor.
He was just closing the door when Allen tackled him from behind. They fell into the open doorway.
Mar watched in horror as the three zombies drew near. 

Mar's Eternal Aftermath
Mar’s Eternal Aftermath

Uncertain as to what to do first, she hurried to her feet. Lenny punched Cindy in the gut hard enough to leave her quivering on the floor. He would be on Mar soon. Her eyes sped over the room. A pile of items that hadn’t been loaded leaned against the wall and right on the top was a rusty red toolbox. She grabbed this up over her head and brought it crashing down on Lenny’s.
He gasped once and then collapsed like a pile of wet laundry.
Looking back, she saw that Pritch had wrestled the wounded Allen onto his feet and taunted the freshman. “You want out so bad. Come on, you freaks. Want a snack?” His back was to her and he pushed Allen out before him, between him and the zombies.
Mar went to hit Pritch in the back of the head, but he proved too tall and she only hit his shoulder. Still he cried out in pain and loosened his grip on Allen enough for the man to get away.
Allen tumbled to the ground just feet away from the lead zombie as Pritch turned toward her. Behind them, she heard the sounds of the front windows being broken through.
Without thinking, she threw the tool box at Pritch. He raised his arm, but cried out again. “You fucking bitch!” he yelled. “I’m going to rape you three times a day for this!”
“You’ll never speak to a woman like that again!” Allen shouted as he rolled into Pritch’s legs from behind.

Wet Zombie
Wet Zombie

Pritch’s knees buckled and he fell back over Allen. He struggled up and raised his fist to punch the prone man, but the front zombie grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him away. Pritch struggled, but then the second and third zombie had him. He tried to grab at Allen, but Mercy smacked at his fingers with a fallen wrench.
Allen struggled to his feet with Mar’s help. “We need to-”
He began to say, but Cindy yelled, “Go!” while tossing him a set of keys. Mar saw that her friend was right, for the front of the house had already begun to flood with zombies.
While the three from the alley feasted on Pritch, the three students ran to the truck and started it up.
Allen looked over at Mar and she said, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
His bruised face managed a smile before the truck raced away from Pritch’s fading screams.



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Walkers
Walkers

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Three Girls and a Madman

Cindy clung to her and sobbed while Mar tried to wrap her head around what was happening to them. These three men had just murdered Dave before her eyes and for all she knew Allen’s unconscious form could be next. And these three old dirty hicks wanted to kidnap Mar, Cindy, and Jenny and take them out to some run down shack in the woods just so they can do the nasty with them for as long as possible while the world went to hell.
And she had thought the zombies were bad.
“So what is our game plan now?” The man named Sully asked.
Pritch rested the barbwire covered bat over his shoulder. “Well, I was thinking we should wait until these idiots kill each other off, but now that we have these chippies, I’m in the mood to get this party started.”
“Why can’t you just let us go?’ Cindy pleaded. “Our families will be worried sick about us.”

Mar in Tatters
Mar in Tatters

“Screw your families,” Pritch said with a mean sounding laugh. “Most likely they are all already dead. Do you know what’s happening out there? The boonies will be the only safe place left. You should be getting on your knees thanking us, if we hadn’t found you you’d all be dead by now.”
“I like the idea of them thanking us on their knees,” Lenny said with a sick smile.
“Shutup and get all our gear ready to be loaded into the truck. Sully get our guns together and make sure we grab every can of food we got here.”
Lenny moved into another room, but Sully stayed and asked, “what about this guy?”
“I was thinking maybe we could use his as bait. It might keep the zombies off our back while we load the truck or something.”
“You’re sick,” Cindy cried as tears rolled down her young face.

Cindy Loses it
Cindy Loses it

“And you’re cute. I like your fire. Maybe I’ll keep you for myself.”
Cindy cringed against her, but Mar racked her brain searching for a way to get them out of this before they ended up lost in some ‘Hills Have Eyes’ situation. Allen appeared to be hurt bad and Jenny hadn’t moved since the car crash. She worried about her friend. She looked pale and Mar couldn’t even see her breathing.
Not sure what else to do, she said, “I think my friend Jenny might need medical attention in a bad way.”
Pritch laughed again. “Haven’t you heard a word I said?”
Sully smiled. “Looks like we got some real bimbos on our hands, huh.” A chuckle escaped from his lips. “Just the way I like them.”
Pritch spoke again and glared down at her as he did so. “A hospital has gotta be the worst place in the world to go. Where do you think these first zombies would have been taken? I’m sure every hospital out there has become an epicenter for death. We wouldn’t be able to get within a mile of one and if we could, any doctor we could find would just be trying to bite your face off.”
Mar wasn’t sure how to answer that and just took a step back and Cindy was quick to follow her.
Sully leaned down over Jenny. “Uh, Pritch, I hate to say this, but I think she might be right. This chick doesn’t look so good and that sucks because she’s the hottest one.”
“Well if she doesn’t get better than one of you is screwed. I’ll be taking big mouth over here and that will leave you two to fight over Goth girl if-”
Sully didn’t even scream when Jenny suddenly sat up and grabbed a handful of his hair. “What the hell? Girly, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll—what? Ahhhh!”
Pritch shouted with the rest of them when Jenny leaned in and took a bite out of Sully’s cheek.

Jenny is Hungry
Jenny is Hungry

“Son of a bitch!” Sully yelled and then slapped Jenny across the face. The force of the blow proved enough to knock the big chunk of flesh from her bloody lips. She looked like she couldn’t have cared less and latched her teeth onto Sully shoulder. Sully screamed again and pushed her away. Jenny didn’t get a mouthful of the man this time, but she did bite hard enough to draw blood.
Sully pushed her down again and hurried onto his feet while holding his ravaged cheek.
Jenny moved to stand up as well, but Pritch didn’t afford her the opportunity. The bat came down on her head and this was enough to knock her back to the floor. When she kept moving, he hit her again and again. Meaty whacks had Cindy crying again. It was a horrible sight and Pritch didn’t stop his attack until Jenny’s once beautiful face had become an awful bloody smear.
Sully was saying, “Thanks man,” as Lenny rushed back into the room.
“What happened?” Lenny asked.
“Never mind that,” Pritch said. “Dude you were bit, I’m sorry but you’re going to become one of them.”
“Wait how can you be sure? It might not be like the movies, man!”

Face Biter

Pritch had already made up his mind for the bat lashed out again and took his friend in the face. Sully only got one scream out before a second blow sent him tumbling to the floor. The scene repeated itself as Pritch continued to hammer Sully’s skull until their wasn’t much of a head left and his brains joined Jenny’s in a thick soap that spread across the floor.
Lifting his bat so that it dripped strings blood onto the gory floor, he said, “Guess we figured out the dude to chick ratio again.”
They all jumped when a bloody hand slapped against the outer window. This hand was joined by another and yet another.
“Oh damn,” Lenny said. “The screams must have drawn them here.”
Behind the men, Mar saw Allen twitch, but couldn’t be sure if this might mean he was coming too or he was about to join the hungry dead. Either way, she hoped these bastards wouldn’t notice until he could kill one of them. So, before they had a chance to notice, she feinted panic and yelled, “We have to get out of here,” then she grabbed Cindy’s hand and ran into the room Lenny had just exited.

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Eternal Aftermath
Eternal Aftermath

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Three Villains and a Murder

Dave led the way into the dark house. Mar and Cindy quickly followed. Allen, who still carried Jenny’s unconscious body, came in last. As soon as the tall teen had entered, the door was slammed shut behind him. Mar turned just in time to see a man standing behind the door smash Allen in the back of the head with a club of some kind.
Allen groaned for a moment, but then he and Jenny both toppled to the floor.

Mad man behind the door
Mad man behind the door

Cindy gasped in horror, as Dave rushed toward the attacker, which Mar could see welded a bat with several loops of barbwire wrapped around its business end. But before Dave could get within ten feet of the bat welder, two men leapt out of a side room and tackled him. Dave fought like a wildman, but before Mar could even think about how she might be able to help, he’d been pinned to the floor.
“Man, I think this kid broke my nose,” one of the men said. Mar could see they looked older and had to be at least twice her age.
“Shut the hell up, Lenny,” The other man wrestling with Dave yelled. His head was clean shaven and reflected the dim triangle of light that bled into the room. Looking up to the man near the door he said, “We don’t need a guy do we, Pritch?”
His face stayed cloaked in shadows, but a deep voice boomed out, “Nope, I don’t think any of us swing that way.”
“Then if you will do the honors…”
“Sure thing, Sully,” he said before bringing his bat up over his head and then slamming it down on Dave’s skull like an executioner’s axe.
Dave didn’t even have time to shout. His body when into a seizure as blood poured out of the open wound on his forehead.
The seizure didn’t last long and Cindy sobbed as she threw herself into Mar’s arms. “He isn’t dead is he?”
Mar couldn’t bring herself to answer. Instead she said, “What do you want with us?”

Mar's Eternal Aftermath Begins
Mar’s Eternal Aftermath Begins

Pritch stepped in closer. She could see he had a brutal face. Years of drinking left the man looking bloated, like his skin could barely contain his stretching bulk. “What do you think we’re doing, sweet thing? It probably shouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Even a little bimbo like you should be able to see that his is a good thing.”
“What do you mean?” her lips trembled as she tried to force her words out.
“Well any fool can see we got the end of the world on our hands. Me and my buddies have a hunting cabin in the woods north of Catalina. We had planned to wait until all the idiots kill themselves off and then head up there, but when Sully saw you three hotties heading by it seemed like a gift too perfect to refuse.”
Sully chuckled. “Yep, three of us and three of you.”
“What do you mean?” Cindy stammered. “You can’t take us away. I need to get to my family and see if they’re alright.”
“In the contrary, little one,” Pritch said. “At this point I think we can do whatever we want.”

Villain with a bat
Villain with a bat



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They Never Sleep
They Never Sleep

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Three Zombies and a Doorway

The shortest of the college students lead the way as the group ran through alleys and avoided the bigger streets. The sounds of screaming echoed from every direction, but seemed to be worse from behind them, so they kept going. Mar and Cindy tried to stay in the middle of the men, who were really barely more than boys and she figured they were probably freshmen.

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The shorter guy led them on. Sometimes he moved so fast they almost lost sight of him. A few times, he would discover an area blocked and hurry to retreat and take them through a safer way. The tallest one tried to keep up with the little guy and big beer belly boy, but ended up dropping back closer to where Mar jogged. “Hi, my name is Allen. Speedy Gonzales up there is Dave. The other tall guy’s John and we have Bogart guarding the rear.”
Mar wasn’t sure how to react. Part of her would have been happy getting attention from a tall, strong college student, but proved hard to be happy about anything when the world was ending. “I’m Mar, this is Cindy, and you are er… carrying Jenny.”
Allen tried to smile, but with strings of blood covering his face, it just looked scary. “Looks like we found ourselves in the middle of the apocalypse, huh?”

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“Yeah,” Bogart began from behind him, but then screamed like a small girl, when two zombies stumbled out of the alley at him. One grabbed his hair while the second barreled into them, knocking all three onto the ground. Dave and John were quite a distance ahead of them, but turned around and began to sprint their way. It took Allen a few seconds to lower Jenny to the ground, before he could do anything. Cindy only screamed.
As he rushed forward, Allen yelled, “Watch over your friend and try to get her to stop screaming. It could attract more.”
But as soon as the statement left his lips, it became irrelevant, for poor Bogart screamed like the damned when the zombies began to pull huge chucks of flesh off his body. Allen let out a string of curses and drove forward with what looked like a World War II bayonet. He stabbed it thorough one of the attacker’s eyes and it went limp. He kicked the second one off and Dave finished it with a heavy pipe he had found some where. He must have smashed it a dozen times, before he finally stopped.
John leaned over his friend, but already his life leaked out of him.
“Look out, more are coming,” Cindy whimpered.

Closing the circle
Closing the circle

Looking back the way they had come, Mar saw that it was true. Scores of these walking dead lumbered at them from every direction. Gone were the hordes of college students and their small group seemed to be the only normal people left.
Mar looked back at the scene unfolding before her. John still leaned over Bogart trying to stop the bleeding from his face and neck. “Come on buddy, stay with me.”
“You might want to get away from him,” Mar said slowly.
“What do you know?” John said, with anger rising in his voice. “We could still save him.”
“Maybe you can’t and-”
But it was too late. Bogart’s eyes had gone glassy and with a savage jerk he leaned forward and tore into John’s throat with his teeth. He came away with a chuck a flesh big enough to clog a drain and wolfed it down with wet slurps.
They wanted to do something, but the rest of the evil horde was drawing too near.
“We gotta go!” Dave yelled.
Once again, Allen threw Jenny over his shoulder and the group set off. They had made it around the corner when a voice yelled to them. “This way. In here!”
Allen and Mar shared a look, but then he said, “What choice do we have? We need to get off the streets.”
“Hurry before they round the corner and see where we went,” Dave hissed.
Allen nodded and the group rushed toward the opened door.



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Zombie Blood Face
Zombie Blood Face

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Tezcatlipoca Midnight

Unthroned we dwell in the Night
As Bask in Darkness Delight

We ride the Obsidian Wind
And now our Assentation can Begin



Tezcatlipoca

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Lock Down, Bite Down Part VIII

Dells barely had time to snatch up his shotgun before the first zombie that had toppled through the broken window got to his feet. A second after that, its head was spread over the wall in a red fan of gore.
Henry clutched the bars of his cell and yelled, “Hot damn. Now that’s more like it!”
Dells eyed him while he felt his anger rising. “No one should be enjoying this nightmare,” he muttered loud enough for Henry’s sister to hear, but then everyone was forced to focus on the zombies forcing their way into the building. 

Fresh Zombie

More windows shattered and when Mickey drew away from the door two more tumbled in through the shattered window there. Becca and Dells opened fire on the already gory figures. Walking dead with shards of glass protruding from their faces, necks, and hands lumbered toward them, just to be blown apart or receive rounds to the head. Mickey regained his senses and joined them in cutting down the zombies.
All the while Henry laughed, but as the undead began to get a foot hold within the building, he yelled, “Give me gun!”
“Fat chance, you lunatic,” Mickey shouted back at him.
Then Becca’s pistol went dry right when Dells’ shotgun had required a reloading. 

Female Zombie Biter

With a roar, Mickey stepped up and shot zombie after zombie in the head. “How can there be so many?” he gasped right before a tattered and filthy zombie emerged from a side room and latched her hands down upon Mickey’s shoulder. Mickey tried to move away, but the fiend bent forward and bit into his cheek. With a wild scream, Mickey pulled away leaving a mouthful of himself in the dead woman’s wet jaws. With one hand, Dells pushed Becca behind him, while his right hand drew his pistol. Five well placed shots brought him to Mickey’s side. The man had killed the biter, but had emptied his gun as well. 

Mickey's Last Day
Mickey’s Last Day


Becca screamed. “I need bullets!”
“No, there’s too many. Get to the cell next to your brother, it’s the only chance.” Dells emptied his pistol, but was able to grab his shotgun before he rushed the others back to the empty cell. Frantic seconds were wasted while his bloody fingers fumbled for the keys.
“Hurry, they’re coming!” Becca yelled and from the sounds of things, fear was finally taking hold of the brave girl.
“I’m going as fast… Got it. Hurry, get inside.”
He slammed the cell door shut just as the first of the zombies arrived. Within seconds a dozen of them flailed and thrust their arms through the bars at them.
“Holy shit,” Mickey muttered, while continuing to apply direct pressure to his cheek. Blood flowed through his fingers and dripped onto the floor in a steady rhythm.
“How are we on bullets?” Becca asked while they watched even more of their former friends and neighbors enter the sheriff station.
“I have about fifty rounds for the pistol on my belt and maybe ten shotgun shells in my pockets.”
“And for us?” Mickey asked.
Dells just shook his head.
“How about this pistol?” Becca asked.
“No, wrong caliber.”
“At least I have a knife,” she said while drawing a blade out of her back pocket. 

AP FILM HALLOWEEN CURTIS A ENT USA

“Well, crap,” Mickey said while he sat on a bed as far away from the zombies as he could manage. He looked up and the zombies and wrinkled his brow. “Hey, why are all the zombies outside of our cell. Why aren’t any of them bothering numb nuts over here,” As he spoke he jerked his thumb toward Henry’s cell.”
Dells thought for a moment, “Maybe they aren’t as attracted to people that have been bit. Try walking toward them, Mick. If they ignore you, you might be able to grab us some rounds.”
With a protesting groan, Mick got up and neared the cell bars. The zombies went mad trying to reach him.
Dells looked over at Henry. “Get a little closer to the bars.”
After making an annoying face, Henry stumped up to the bars. The zombies ignored him—acting like he was one of their own.”
“That’s strange,” Dells said.
“Maybe it was because he was bitten longer ago,” Becca suggested.
Dells also noticed that already Mickey had broken out in a sweat and his face looked flushed, but Henry showed no signs of sickness.
Henry saw him staring and said, “It’s not just strange, sheriff, it means you have to toss me the keys, because I’m your only chance of getting out of here.”




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It begins

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Screams, Knives, and Teeth

Mitch let his wife cower from the terror of the children’s screams for a moment, until he realized that all the madmen that surrounded their car were being drawn toward the horrific feast.
 
 
Jerking upright, he grabbed Bonnie by the shoulders, “We have to move now! I know this is terrible, but it could be our only chance. We need to make it past these ghouls to the fence.”
When she made no move to go, he unlocked the doors, and then grabbed up his butcher knife. “I’m going to run to your door,” he said. “Be ready to go.”
Leaving all their other supplies behind, Mitch slammed the door open. It collided with one of the blood covered freaks and sent it tumbling off its feet.
A big man, who was missing half his face and big chunks from his neck, had been approaching the dying children, but turned his attention toward Mitch. With a throaty growl, it lunged at him.

Mitch cried out and punched forward with the dagger. It took the man in the chest, but he just kept coming. The thing went to grab Mitch, but he backed up until his ass connected with the opened door.
“Go!” He screamed at his wife. His hand clamped on the bigger man’s wrists but the cannibal had entered a manic fury.
“I won’t leave you!”
“Just get over the fence. I’ll be right behind you.”
The man’s teeth snapped together, with a loud click, just inches from his nose. “Son of a…” he growled, but then the handle of his own knife hit his chin painfully. “Bastard!” he screamed, as he yanked the knife free of the broad chest.
He jerked his arm back and stabbed forward just as the man moved in for another attack with his teeth. The knife stuck deep into the eye socket and Mitch was surprised how quickly he collapsed. But two more of the murderous things rushed at him.

He had no choice but to jump back into the car and slam the door. It was distressing to find his wife hadn’t moved an inch and he glared at her as the first fists slammed into his already blood covered window.
“I told you to go. Now you’re going to have to head out first. I can’t open this door.”
“I can’t.”
“Damn it,” he said, but refused to waste any more time. He hurled his body over into the back seat and was just opening the back door on the passenger side when the driver’s door opened.
Oh no! I forgot that I left it unlocked!
Before the horror of his mistake could even sink in, the two flesh eaters that had confronted him poured into the car. Instead of trying to escape through her door, Bonnie screamed. In that lost second, they were upon her. Mitch’s face contorted in pain as her screams reached a higher volume when the first bite full of flesh was violently torn from her arm.

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Saturday, June 1, 2013

Cars, Cannibals, and Madness

This is part two in a mini serial that began 5/18/13
Mitch gave the bloody hands slapping the outside of his car a final glance, squeezed his wife’s hand, and then started the car. Being trapped in a traffic jam limited his options, but he figured he had about three-feet between the car before them as well as the vehicle trapping him in from behind.
 
“Brace yourself.”
Mitch put the car into reverse and then slammed on the gas. The sounds of snapping bones and bursting flesh assaulted their ears. Without hesitation, he threw the car into drive and slammed on the gas again. He crushed the legs of three more of the horrid things between his car and the car before them.
“Mitch wait! I see waving. There are people in the car before us. Mitch, they’re kids. I think they’re alone. We have to help them.”
“Bon, we’ll be lucky if we can save ourselves.” Looking out the smeared side window, he saw some of the wounded freaks he had damaged crawling like mangled insects along the ground. “Why aren’t they dying or even feeling the pain?”
“I don’t know, but the kids want our help. What are we going to do?”
“Hell if I know.”
Looking out the blood streaked window again, he saw that although he had crippled several of the moaning things, his attack had only drawn more to replace them. They were stuck in the right lane of a four lane east/west road. Currently it would be impossible for him to drive his car out of the traffic jam.
He took in the kids banging on the window in the SUV before them. They were around eight or ten, probably brother and sister. They terrified faces begged at him with their eyes.
“There parents must have thought they’d be safer in there while they went to get help,” Bonnie said.
He wanted to reply, ‘from who?’ but figured being negative wouldn’t serve anyone. Then he spied something. The space to the right of the car that held the children looked empty. Beyond it, a chain link face surrounded a school yard. The other side looked free of those things.
He flinched when a half fleshless face slammed against the windshield only inches from him. “Bonnie do you see what I see?”
 
The meaty slaps of the gathering madman almost drowned out her words. “That horrid face? What’s happening?”
“No, next to the kid’s car. There’s an open space and beyond that there’s a fence. If we made it to the other side of the fence, we might be able to get away from this road of death.”
“Maybe their car still has the keys in it,” she said as new tears rolled over her flushed cheeks. “If we backed up as much as possible and could get in there, we might just be able to drive away on the sidewalk and not have to worry about climbing that fence. Besides it’s like eight-feet high. How could those kids make it and we can’t carry them on our backs.”
Dozens of fists and mouths pressed against the car reminding them of the impossibility of both plans. Mitch clenched his teeth and grabbed up the blood-slick butcher knife. “Try to see if you can get the kids to let us know if they have the keys to their car. I’m going to crack the window in case they can hear me.”
Before she could say no, Mitch lowered the window an inch. Fingers groped through the space and even teeth scrapped along its edge. Mitch went to work cutting and slicing anything the knife could reach. With a sting of curses, he went berserk on the flesh. Fingers dropped to the floor of the car spraying blood in jagged circles as the fell.
Leaning closer to the opening, he yelled, “Do you kids still have the keys to your car?”
One of the windows in their car lowered and they shouted, “Yes, yes! Dad left the keys.”
“What, oh no,” Bonnie cried. “I think they rolled it down too far.”
Mitch froze when he saw she was right. Hands reached into the children’s car and the children cowered away with shrill screams. The gory figures went crazy and fought to force their way into the car. One of them tugged back on the window and with a loud snap it broke away.
Bonnie screamed when the madman flooded into the car. Seconds later, the children’s screams took on a brighter level of terror and pain. He barely noticed when the fingerless freaks drew away from his window to join in their cannibalistic feast. Mitch mindlessly rolled the window back up and held Bonnie as she cried hysterically.


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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Our Mystic Week

Many people fail to conceptualize the full extent in which the concept of the week affects our lives. Will you be doing the same thing on Tuesday as you will be doing next Saturday? The week was originally designed as a Magickal construct based on pre-Christian deities and archetypes. So if the week was designed to be a Magickal device to help explain and control our reality, why should we not invest some effort into determining how this construct could aid us in our general understanding of our personal existences today?
 Days of the Week Magick
            When the days of the week were originally designed, they each represented one of the known medieval celestial bodies.
Each Day’s Planet

                                    Sunday                        The Sun
                                    Monday                       The Moon
                                    Tuesday                       Mars
                                    Wednesday                 Mercury
                                    Thursday                     Jupiter
                                    Friday                          Venus
                                    Saturday                      Saturn

            Through the centuries, there has been much argument and disagreement regarding the Magickal properties of the days of the week and what they represent. Those who follow The Great Work, have however, come to a certain understanding. These conclusions have become the archetypes, which represent our concepts of the days of the week. The following is my personal interpretation of these archetypes.
Sunday:
            The color of this day is red. Sunday is a day of power. It is an energy enhancer. You can use this day to multiply the strength of any task or goal, which you are working on. Sunday is also associated with luck and creating, as well as maintaining positive luck.
            Its number is 5 and its element is Fire. Sunday’s symbols include: the Pentagram, fire, and all objects associated with bringing a person good luck. Loki is considered this day’s keeper.

Monday:

            The color of Monday is a strong deep green. Monday is of course linking with the Moon and the myriad of things it represents. Monday is also a day of strength and a good day to complete tasks. It is the day of the Earth and Earth Magicks. Working with animals and nature is also stronger on Monday for our ties to such are closer.
            The number for this day is 8. Its element is Earth. Its symbols include: the Moon, the Chaos sign, the snake, the arrow, and the feathered serpent. The All-Father serpent (Yig, Quetzequatl) is the master of this day.

Tuesday:

            Tuesday’s color is yellow. Since Mars is the planet of war, much of Tuesday’s orientation concerns attack and defense. Yet strangely, this is also the day of hearth and home, and of general goodness toward others. Tuesday is the day to set up systems to protect yourself, and those in your care, from enemies and ill fortune.
Conversely, it is also the time to attack your foe. It has been considered a day of virtue as well, a day when one works to prove their moral character and fiber.
            Tuesday’s number is 6. Its element is fire. Tuesday’s symbols include: a half black, half white circle, eight swords with their hilts touching pointing outwards, the Sun, and the bow. Apollo watches over this day.

Wednesday:

            Wednesday’s color is a rich gray. This day has been associated with gaining money, employment, thievery, gambling, and material wealth. It is also a day of potent Magick and healing. Attempts to Magickally or physically heal a person, should be done on this day. Wednesday is also a day for guile and trickery, a great time for pranks and confusion.
            Wednesday’s number is the powerful Magickal number 7. Its element is air. Wednesday’s symbols include: the Caduceus, the Ankh, the eye in the pyramid, mistletoe, and the empty circle. Hermes is the Lord of this, the most Magickal of days.

Thursday:

            Thursday’s color is a deep purple. Thursday deals with leadership, human interaction, control, and charisma. It is the day of Machiavellian plotting. It also represents success in organizations and with people. Like Monday it is associated with the Moon. Thursday nights are also strong times for performing Magick, particularly if it is in secret or associated with the female aspects of existence.
            Thursday’s number is 1. It is of the element of air. Its symbols include: lightning, the medicine wheel, the moon, the eternity symbol, and the crossroads. Hecate is the Goddess that oversees Thursday.

Friday:

            Friday’s color is any type of blue. The day is linked with sex and creativity. It is a day to work on human relationships, with the people you truly care about. Friday is also the day to perform sex Magick and fertility rituals. Friday is often considered a female oriented day, but that does not mean that men cannot use it in any way that fosters creative action.
            Friday’s number is 3 and its element is water. The symbols associated with Friday include: a naked woman, a three pointed chaos sign, the sign of Solomon, a circle with a arrow hitting the edge, the threefold Goddess, and the cursive M, with the end sprouting a devil’s tail. Inanna rules this day.

Saturday:

            The color for Saturday is black. Saturday is the day of death. It is also the day most associated with evil and the night. Aggression and war can rule this day (night), for it is the night of the dark mage. It would be a day exact revenge from your enemies, of cause hurtful effects. It is the night of the angry and the displaced. On a more positive bend, it is a day to selfishly focus on yourself, your needs, and even your own projects. Do what you want to do. You are youronly boss.
            The number for Saturday is 2, which is the number of the adversary. Its element is earth. Saturday’s symbols include: the skull, the smoking mirror, the dagger, the bat, and a circle with two triangles pointing at each other. The dark God Tezcatlipoca owns this day.

Baccanaght:
            The color for this mysterious eighth day is brown. The Baccanaght occurs each day, but yet, has no official day. This is the time between midnight and the sunrise the following day, that mystic time, when one feels it is still yesterday, when it is in fact the beginning of the new day. Baccanaght is the time of joy, fun, and happiness. This is when one can party without regret and be as hedonistic as they are comfortable with. It is a time for wine, sensuality, and pleasure.
            Baccanaght’s number is 9 and its element is water. Its symbols include: a stem holding eight grapes, nine circles, each within the other, the Holy Grail, and the satyr. Dionysus enjoys being the God of this nebulous time.
 
Michael D. Griffiths
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Dionysus CHAOS

Dionysus Yes I See
Let the Chaos flow in and out of Me
We seek the Entropy with the Unknown Voice
Let our Will continually Follow the right Choice
One Choice leads to Another
Until the Hills reverberate with Thunder
We Wish to Ride the Chaos for it is our Ship
The Bullshit of Life we wish to Slip
Above as Below
Constantly fueled with an Ability to GO
You are our Mentor in the ways of the Night
Together we Bask in the Delight
As 1 As 8 As 9
As a whole we whirl into the Divine
Let us journey to the Borders of the Abyss
No aspect of Life do we have to Miss
The Wheel of Life, the Chaos that Create
Oh Gosh and Golly we think you are Great