I painted butterflies upon your lips ~ my wings grew with each new kiss.
"Words are not only made up of letters it is made up of emotions
which can hurt people and also make
Aliens Rule, Human’s Drool (example for challenge)
Greg growled as he tried to figure out just what was wrong with his phone's wifi. He knew that he had renewed his data plan, why the h*ll wasn't it working?! He had class in fifteen minutes, he couldn't afford to be late because of his wifi acting stupid.
Daitasdi walked into the room, with her green hands on her hips. The green alien was wearing a tank top and a skirt and she had a bow on her antenna. "Why the Medaidas claws are you growling so much?! I could hear you from my pod!"
"My wifis not working." Greg groaned throwing the phone on the table.
"Impossible." Daitasdi declared picking up the phone.
"Clearly its possible because my phone's wifi isn't working." Greg pointed out.
"What did you do to your antenna to make it stop sending out wifi signals?" Daitasdi questioned him even as she tapped the screen with her three fingers.
"Daitasdi, humans don't have antennas."
"I call what you humans call the 'bullshit', what else do you call this?" She points at the baseball cap he is wearing.
"That's just my hat, Daitasdi, its not attached to me or anything." Greg rolled his eyes.
"But I never see you without it, and don't you humans change clothes everyday? Something about them starting to smell after a few uses?" Daitasdi questioned.
"Hats are different." He shakes his head and takes the hat off. "See, not attached."
"You humans are strange to just detach you antennas like that."
"Its not an antenna, ughhhhhhh."
Daitasdi rolls her eyes before asking. "Would you like me to hook your phone onto my antenna's wifi then?"
"... Your antenna gets wifi?!?"
"Yes, I believe I indicated this earlier when you asking you what you did to your antenna to make the wifi stop working." Daitasdi nods.
"You have free wifi on your head." He stares at her in shock.
"Yes, doesn't everyone?"
"You've had free wifi on your head, when I've been paying 75 bucks to get 20 gbs of data on my phone, and you never bothered to offer to share?! Dude!"
"One, I am not what you humans call a dude; Two, you humans suck if you don't even have wifi, even young Galxiads have wifi." She tells him, just being brutally honest.
"Oh shut up and just let me use your wifi for class."
"Fine fine, but you owe me the human ice cream later."
sing to me the songs of your past
let me remember
you wilt in between the butterflies
the humid summer air
let the desert sun soak up your
raise your head to the sky
shout your story into the whipping wind
A Dark Request
Brimstone, what an odd name for a small city residing within the midwestern state of Minnesota. If one were to ask a local why it is named as such they would likely answer that on the hottest summer days and on the coldest winter nights this place feels a little like hell. Sounds a bit overdramatic to the average outsider, but for any local that statement has become a much more literal in recent events. Like any small city Brimstone had its essentials. It had several schools, a police station, a large grocery store, plenty of shops, six different churches, a museum, a research lab, a popular bar called Dante’s, a few restraurants, a local TV news station, and home to one of the largest shopping malls in the country. Now something else has claimed Brimstone as its home. Something darker and twisted. Or at least that is what the Bible and Brimstone’s churchfolk would claim. Right along the quiet neighborhood on Milton Ave was the Gravely house. It was a big red house with two floors, an attic, a basement, four bedrooms, and a large backyard. An odd bunch, that’s what the folks of Brimstone would describe the Gravely family. They seemed like any ordinary family to a mundane eye. A mother and her two daughters. Mrs. Gravely was a local celebrity inside Brimstone. An anchorwoman for the local news, along with being a co-host for their very own morning talk show, What’s Hot in Brimstone. There was also the eldest of the Gravely daughters who was ten years of age, Rosemary, or Rosie as she is called by her friends and family. The youngest Gravely was named Regan, about five years and starting kindergarten.
And then there was him.
No it is not Mr. Gravely, who was a good man. A music teacher and an awe inspiring rock musician who he and his band, Dain Bramage, would perform for local gigs, in hopes of one day performing for larger crowds and concerts. Sadly, those hopes ended the day Mr. Gravely was killed in a car accident several months ago. It was a tragic loss for the community, especially for the Gravely girls. Time passed and the family healed. Then about two months ago he came into their lives. Everyone in Brimstone knows what was now dwelling within the Gravely house. Or perhaps a more accurate term rather than what but who. If an outsider, perhaps the same outsider that asked about Brimstone, then asked who or what lived inside the Gravely house everyone would say that a devil came to that very house. And a devil is about to be summoned once more.
Little Regan Gravely rushed to her sister’s room as fast as she could. A large bag dragged along the floor as she hauled it with her small arms. She opened the door as the older sibling made the final preparations around the ominous red-painted pentagram that lay in the center of the bedroom.
“Did you bring it?” Rosemary asked.
“Right here,” Regan peeped, dropping the bag by the bedside. “Will this work?”
“There’s the only way to find out,” Rosemary confirmed. “All we have to do now is say the incantation.”
Rosemary pulled out an ancient book from a lockbox. It was a large book with a demonic skull on its cover, resembling an abominable corpse in the midst of decay. The eldest Gravely skimmed through each heavy page, which felt like peeling through layers upon layers of skin, but from what is hard to say. Or perhaps the answer is too obvious and yet terrifying to give. Much of its text was foreign to this mortal child, written in a daemoniac language. Penned in blood from unfotunate souls that were sacrificed and scribed by an unholy priest who pledged their blasphemous services to dark creatures of a forgotten abyss.
At last, she found the page and read its dark inscription aloud. “Arise, oh Emperor of Darkness, the fallen son. Spill the blood and blacken the sun.”
A cold air filled the room with each word she spoke. The lights flickered until darkness consumed the room. Rosemary had to pause amid her unholy incantation. She knew it was working. She then continued, “I call upon you from your deathly rest, for you to perform a dark request.” The earth and house then shook. The windows threw open, followed by a violent gust swung. Regan wrapped herself tightly around her older sister as the chaos ensued in their once safe home. She was scared, her older sister could tell. So was Rosemary, but she was so close. She could feel it. She hugged her little sister, showing that it was going to be all right. All she needed was to read the last of the scripture. The ritual cannot stop. They had to be brave for what would come next.
“Rise from the blackest pit you dwell!” She read louder. “Rise, Devil! Rise! I summon you, Dark Lord of Hell!”
As the eldest sister finished the incantation, black fire sprouted from the pentagram’s heart like a fiery geyser, engulfing the room with black, sulfuric smoke. Rosemary and Regan clung to each other like helpless birds caught in the winds of a savage hurricane. The dark storm finally halted and the two sisters peaked their eyes out, glimpsing at what no mortal, little less children, should ever bare witness. A large pair of eyes staring back at them from the abyss they conjured, gleaming through the shadows like a hungry predator. They were the blackest eyes. The devil’s eyes. “You have summoned me, mortals,” the shadowy beast bellowed. “I have heard your call. You call for my services. What are you willing give? What is your dark request?”
Courage filled Rosemary’s soul as she stood against the devil. She then raised the bag before the Beast and furiously declared. “Mom said stop hiding in your office and take out the trash already.”
The smoke cleared the bedroom in a bright flash. Out of the fading abyss was the devil’s human form, a tall slenderish, pale-skinned man dressed in a bloody red suite. He had large amounts of black hair on his head that curved into a style that resembled devil horns. On his chin was a black pointed, goat-like goatee, nestled below his mouth full of perfected teeth and sharpened canines. His scarlet colored eyes shined in the now brightly lit room. “I beg your pardon,” the Devil said in his natural form, with no smoke and mirrors to disguise himself or deepen his voice.
“The garbage,” Rosemary repeated. “Mom wants you to take it out.”
“Can it wait? I’m kinda in an important meeting with a client.”
“No you’re not.” Regan said.
“Yes I am.”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes I am.”
“Prove it then.”
“You two can’t prove I’m not.”
“Today is Sunday.” the eldest Gravely daughter spoke up.
“And you don’t work on Sundays.” the youngest then chimed in. “You said so yourself.”
“Technically, yes. But as the ruler of Hell I am also technically working twenty-four-seven. That means twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week since you’re still learning how to tell time. So any day of the week there’s some lowly soul that needs to be punished and tortured for their sins, or one of my many demon underlings require some need to know info on how to properly torture a damned soul, or some moronic mortal is looking for an easy way to get through their limited lives that they’re willing to sell their souls to me.”
“She said now, Lu.”
Lu, yes, as in Lucifer, the Devil himself. A once proud angel of the Heavens who fell from grace, betraying his own brethren during the Heaven-Hell War, transformed into the demonic ruler of the dark realm, the Inferno, or as it is more commonly called by its other name, Hell. What mortals did not realize was that he was actually the seventh demon to hold that title—Devil being a title to describe the king of Hell by the demons. Mrs. Gravely met him two months ago and they wedded not long after.
“Come on. Can’t it wait until after dinner? It’s spaghetti night!” the Dark Lord begged. “How about I pay you both ten dollars to take out the garbage for me and say that I did it?”
“Make it twenty dollars,” Rosemary demanded.
“What? That’s insane.”
“Regan, if you’d please.”
The younger Gravely inhaled deeply and let out a loud, “MOOOOOOM!”
The Devil froze. He has dealt with and dealt out many horrors. But confronting his tempered queen, that was a horror he was unprepared for. “Alright, you win.” Lu conceded. “Twenty dollars for the both of ya.”
He surrendered a pair of twenties to his two stepdaughters. The duo gleefully accepted the bribe and walked off with the garbage bag. “Where did you two learn to bargain like that?”
“From you.” They both said. And then they were gone.
The Devil smiled. Conned by a couple of human children. He has lived for thousands of years, mastering his silver tongue, only to bested by a species of creation still in their infancy. He then pulled a cigarette from his suite pocket and stuck it between his lips. His fingers snapped, flicking a small flame above his index finger. The flame was about to kiss the tip of his cigarette when he heard the voice of his eldest stepdaughter. “Mom says you’re not supposed to smoke inside the house.”
This was going to take some getting used to, living by their rules. Yet he accepted it, after he touched the flame to his cigarette.
#sinsofthefather #fiction #fantasy #comedy #horror
Not The Way You Remember Them
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack jumped over the candlestick.
He slipped on a banana peel,
knocking himself out.
There was an old lady
who lived in a shoe.
Her breath smelled like feet.
Mary had a little lamb.
That was a surprise to her parents.
When she met darkness
When she met darkness, the night stretched on for miles,
and it pushed her down beneath the frigid waves, and
cried out, "You're useless"
the waves were rough, their gentle touch forgotten,
pushing her around, twisting her until she forgot
that such a thing as kindness had ever existed.
Help me, darkness has reached its hands around my neck, I'm choking.
when she met darkness, it decided to never let her go,
the night was endless, the stars were stolen and locked away,
none of their light could shine down on where she stood.
there is no longer enough laughter to soften the edges of pain,
no longer enough courage to fight back.
Help me, the night is so dark, the stars are no longer there to give me hope.
when she met darkness, it smothered her light beneath its icy glare,
it could not be swayed or changed,
it held her there, a light in its darkness,
she asked it why.
Help me, I can feel the light fading fast.
when she met darkness, It took her in its arms and clung to her,
crying and crying, tears melting the pitch black to a gray.
"I wanted a light in my suffocating darkness,
I tried to bring the stars back but they were buried too deep in myself,
I couldn't find them."
when she met darkness, the darkness turned to light.
My Publix Wife
Once, a girl in the supermarket said and I quote, “You got a cute fit, y’know?” So I guess we’re married now.
The Irish In Us All
Eyes of green,
hair, flaming red,
face, adorned with freckles,
a smile to light any day or night.
Dancing in the street,
parties late into night,
the color green,
worn like a badge of honor.
St. Patty would be proud,
that all races, cultures become Irish,
they become themselves once more.
Today, all ye Irish, English, Germans, Italians,
French, Scots, Indians, Black and White alike,
fill up on green beer and get bolloxed,
and cry happily, “The top of the day to ye.”
Leprechauns this day with trickster ways,
and that Pot O’Gold at rainbow’s end,
all fables to be sure,
rise up in merriment with good time for all.
Guh n’ayr’ee an tah leath:
“May luck rise to you.”