The Beautiful Annabel Lee
The beautiful Annabel Lee walked up the stairs of the old mansion
Carson Cody Albion the Los Angeles Private Eye was working on an unusual case.
He had recently been hired by a Dr. Lionel Jarrett who was a Professor of Classics at the University of Saskatchewan in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada to check out an old allegedly haunted mansion in San Francisco.
Dr. Jarrett, from Albion’s understanding of the man, often engaged in unusual research.
Jarrett had recently tracked down an oil painting of the Greek mythological tragic figure Medusa that had been painted by writer Oscar Wilde.
Albion had received an email from Dr. Jarrett last night.
The collector of rare and unusual antiquities had just purchased the Wilde painting of Medusa from an art gallery in London, England called The Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery.
In addition to tracking down Wilde’s paintings of mythological themes, Dr. Jarrett was also interested in the writings and life of writer Edgar Allan Poe.
Poe apparently knew a woman named Annabel Lee in Baltimore in 1849, Dr. Jarrett discovered from examining a collection of letters from a family called Lee.
Annabel found the writer somewhat creepy and therefore left Baltimore for California.
Annabel told a friend to tell Poe that she (Annabel) had died so he wouldn’t follow her to California.
Poe apparently didn’t take the news of Annabel Lee’s death very well.
Although he did write a good poem from it.
Even creepily imagining that they had known one another since youth.
Annabel Lee went to San Francisco where she apparently bought herself a beautiful mansion.
A few years later she died in an unusual thunder storm when she was struck by lightning.
People to this day, apparently, still report seeing her ghost walking up the stairs of her San Francisco mansion.
Dr. Jarrett had asked Albion to visit the mansion to see if he could get a photo of her ghost.
Albion had gone to the mansion with an old black and white camera.
At the stroke of midnight, she appeared walking up the elegant stairwell of the old mansion.
. . .
“You know what’s crazy, man?” Joe Biden in his basement was addressing his pet pot smoking desert cactus plant Sweet Dementia, “I had a dream last night where the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe appeared to me and put a ghostly spectral millstone around my neck. Why would he put a millstone around my neck?”.
Sweet Dementia said nothing but continued to exhale marijuana smoke.
. . .
As Carson Cody Albion was taking a photo of the beautiful Annabel Lee’s ghost, British MP Renfield R. Renfield was in London reading a dossier that the Set Enterprises Intelligence Unit had put together on Joe Biden’s Vice-Presidential running mate Kamala Harris.
Apparently when Ms. Harris was San Francisco District Attorney from 2004 to 2011, she refused to prosecute cases of priests’ sexual abuse within the Archdiocese of San Francisco.
Not one single case did she prosecute.
She was the only District Attorney among all the District Attorneys in the top 50 metropolitan areas across the U.S. not to lay any charges against Catholic clergy for valid accusations of sexual abuse.
If you looked at the top 50 metropolitan areas in the U.S during that time period of 2004 to 2011, 49 of those prosecuted at least one case, the sole exception being Kamala Harris in San Francisco.
Who prosecuted not a single case.
After first being elected District Attorney, Ms. Harris terminated her predecessor’s plans to publicly release “clergy abuse files” naming names of priests accused of sexual abuse.
Her predecessor Terence Hallinan talked about the fact that he was going to pursue prosecutions. He was going to release records to the public as had been done in various other jurisdictions across the country.
Unfortunately for Mr. Hallinan and the numerous victims of priestly sexual abuse in the San Francisco Archdiocese, Hallinan lost the 2003 election to Kamala Harris.
When Kamala Harris came in, she deep-sixed those documents and put them under seal so they could never be released publicly.
Why would Kamala Harris do this?, Renfield wondered as he turned the page.
The next page had the answer.
The law firms and lawyers who represented the Archdiocese of San Francisco gave large contributions to Harris’ political campaign.
Some of them had never given contributions to a District Attorney electoral race before but they loaded up her campaign coffers.
Money talks like the old saying goes.
Renfield read further.
. . .
Kamala Harris screamed when she woke up in her hotel room.
For standing there was the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe holding a ghostly spectral millstone.
Poe’s ghost put the spectral ghostly millstone around her neck.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday August 14th
2020.
The Medusa Portrait
The Medusa Portrait
Dr. Lionel Jarrett a professor of Classics at the University of Saskatchewan in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan stood looking at his daughter Eva while London art gallery curator Dashwood Forrest (owner of The Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery) stood alongside a portrait painting of the famous Medusa.
The portrait of Medusa had been painted by Oscar Wilde who was much better known for his witty repartee, his plays, his short stories, his poems, his children’s stories and his novel The Picture of Dorian Gray than he was for artistically painting pictures.
It was only recently that Dashwood Forrest in his research and investigations had uncovered that Wilde was an artist (in the painting sense of that term) as well as a writer.
Wilde had apparently painted this picture of Medusa after a wild night of drinking absinthe and trying to write a poem about her.
In his dream that inspired the painting, Wilde had Medusa sit for him while he set up his canvas, palette and paints.
Medusa had returned for this sitting just after her appointment with her gay Spartan hairdresser.
Boasted the hairdresser at her appointment, “I had 299 fellow Spartans at my backside making us a noble band of 300 but I refused to bow the knee to the King of Persia.”
The hairdresser’s bloodcurdling tale had caused serpentlike curls to form at the top of Medusa’s hair which Wilde was able to capture in this sitting.
The serpents of course never did leave Medusa’s hair.
It really was the Hairstyling Appointment From Hell.
When Wilde woke up, he discovered that he had been sleep painting and had painted the portrait to its final finish.
Dr. Lionel Jarrett looking at his daughter Eva said he’d buy the painting for her.
The ghost of Orson Welles (just recently returned from Luxor, Egypt) took a black and white photo of the happy moment.
. . .
A naked Donald Trump was in the shower showering his golden toupee as his son-in-law Jared Kushner sat blindfolded outside the clear screen see-through screen shower cubicle.
“So, Jared,” Trump was using Johnson’s Baby Shampoo, “How did you get Israel and the United Arab Emirates to agree to establish diplomatic relations with one another?”.
“Well, Ivanka asked her friend London art gallery owner Dashwood Forrest to ask his friend the ex-Gorgon Medusa to visit a gay hairdresser in the town of Sparti, Greece (which lies at the site of ancient Sparta) and when she got snakes back in her hair, she was going to visit both Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and Abu Dhabi Crown Prince Mohammed Al Nayhan and turn them to stone unless they agreed to establish diplomatic relations with each other.”
“So the answer to establishing peace is to get stoned?” Trump asked Kushner.
Meanwhile down in his basement, Democratic Party presumptive Presidential nominee Joe Biden was talking to his pet pot smoking desert cactus plant whom he had named Sweet Dementia, “Wow, that’s really crazy, man. You mean Kamala is descended from a slave owning family on the island of Jamaica and not descended from slaves? Wow, that really blows my mind. Good thing for me, my mind was blown a long time ago. Fortunately for me, most of the mainstream news media in this country are all disinformation branches of the New World Order Ministry of Propaganda and won’t bother mentioning that. Since Kamala and I are going to bring the Marxist New World Order to America. Now, I think I’ll go take a shower, Sweet Dementia. Care to join me?”.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday August 13th
2020.
Huchuysisa At Luxor
The Inca Vampiress Huchuysisa standing in front of one of the pillars of the Temple of Luxor
The Inca vampiress Huchuysisa stood alongside one of the pillars of the Temple of Luxor.
Approaching her was the ghost of Orson Welles who was walking with the ghost of a man who looked to be dressed in the garb of a classical Greek warrior.
Welles’ ghost was wearing spectral dark sunglasses and appeared to have lost weight the past week by a steady diet of spectral vegan plant based camelburgers.
“Look who I’ve found,” Welles’ ghost flashed a wide smile as he took off his spectral sunglasses.
“Who?” Huchuysisa asked.
“The ghost of Alexander the Great,” Welles introduced the ancient Greek king and conquerer, “Apparently the Greek god Zeus asked his brother Hades to release Alex from the realm of Hades back in January. Hades consented and Alex had gone on a Mediterranean cruise to see what the modern Mediterranean looked like. And wouldn’t you know it, this wretched CCP virus (which WHO has mandated everyone should call the Covid-19 virus so that’s why I’m not doing it) struck. Poor Alex’s ship was sailing aimlessly for months. It was finally allowed to dock in Alexandria after Alexander had to bribe a whole bunch of officials with a bunch of rare and valuable ancient Greek drachma coins that Charon the Styx river ferryman had neglected to remove from Alex’s mouth when he was crossing the Rivers Styx and Acheron after kicking the bucket centuries ago.”
“What is Alexander doing here at Luxor?” Huchuysisa asked.
“He’s come to see the Temple of Luxor where he had himself crowned Pharaoh of Egypt centuries ago,” Welles replied as he lit a spectral Cuban cigar.
“But some scholars claim he was never actually crowned Pharaoh of Egypt here,” Huchuysisa pointed out, “That he never got south of Memphis. That he was only crowned conceptually and not in person here. He got himself crowned conceptually at Luxor since being crowned Pharaoh at Luxor was the Egyptian Pharaohonic thing to do. And Alexander wanted to do it.”
“Is that true, Alex?” Welles’ ghost pulled a large spectral bottle of red wine out of his coat pocket.
“I don’t know,” Alexander’s ghost shrugged, “I can’t remember. I drank a little from the River Lethe (the river of forgetfulness in the Underworld). Not as much as my fellow spectral travellers who were with me did. I do remember much but there’s quite a bit I have forgotten.”
“I wonder,” Welles’ ghost poured himself a spectral glass of spectral red wine, “if Joe Biden ever stumbled and bumbled his way down to the River Lethe in the Underworld and mistaking it for the Pierian Spring, he drank deeply from it.”
The winged horse Pegasus flew by the vampiress and the ghostly duo.
Meanwhile down in his basement, Joe Biden mistaking his pot smoking cactus plant (which was a gift to him from some crazy Australian named Uncle Ernie who had taken way too many cuttings off his adopted nephew’s pet pot cactus plants) for his wife asked the plant, “Dear, who was it I named my Vice-Presidential running mate again? I’ve forgotten.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday August 12th
2020.
Kwan Yin Vs. The CCP
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was commenting on the radio about an elderly woman being attacked in Portland, Oregon by Antifa demonstators, “Both Russian novelist Fyodor Dostoevsky and Romanian pastor Richard Wurmbrand had this to say about the nature of Communism, Communism is mass demonic possession. This past weekend an elderly woman in her 70s walking down the street just minding her own business was set upon by a group of demonstrators who were out on the streets rioting and looting and creating mayhem in that nightly spectacle going on in many U.S. cities that the brainless mainstream American media has dubbed “peaceful protests”. She had red paint poured all over her hair and a police CAUTION tape pasted on her mouth while a bunch of loudmouth (undoubtedly lesbian) blowhards shouted “Wear a mask! Wear a mask!”. The fact that these sick deranged bastards think it’s so important to wear a mask just shows what the true critical thinkers and true free thinkers of our day have been saying all along, “Wearing a mandatory face mask has nothing to do with stopping the virus or saving people’s health. It has to do with submission to the Marxist New World Order being planned and foisted upon the world by the planet’s global elitists. If you can get multitudes of people to accept covering their faces in public (which they’ve done!), you can get multitudes of people to accept taking the Mark of The Beast (which is on its way! Bill Gates is working on it.).”
Meanwhile Michigan Gov. Gretchen Whitmer was laying down on her dining room table for some reason or other.
She then started levitating.
When she was 6 feet up off the table (no doubt practicing social distancing), her head started spinning around at 360 degree angles all over the place.
She opened her mouth and frogs and toads started coming out of it.
The cable TV repairman who had entered the house to fix the cable TV stopped dead in his tracks.
He decided to turn and exit.
He’d fix the cable at another time on another day.
Over in Hong Kong, dissidents were being rounded up and arrested under the draconian new Hong Kong Security Laws imposed by the CCP over on mainland China.
Meanwhile Hong Kong’s retired bishop Cardinal Joseph Zen lamented the death of freedom in Hong Kong.
He then went on to criticize the Vatican-Beijing Agreement On The Catholic Church in the People’s Republic of China (that had been negotiated by the American predatory homosexual Cardinal Theodore McCarrick whose other activity mainly consisted of sexually assaulting altar boys and young seminarians).
Bishops in the underground Church in China who were required to join the government founded Chinese Catholic Patriotic Association on orders from Pope Francis (under the terms of the agreement) were required to renounce the Catholic Faith in order to join the Association, Cardinal Zen told the astonished news media who were not aware of the terms of the Vatican-Beijing Agreement (namely because both Beijing and the Vatican were keeping it secret).
An astonished Anderson Cooper asked the demon Asmodeus and the little green frog Nimrod in an interview CNN brass decided not to show on television, “How is it possible that Pope Francis asked bishops in the underground Church to renounce the Catholic Faith in order to join the Patriotic Association?”, Asmodeus answered, “Well, that’s no problem for Pope Francis. Because Francis renounced the Catholic Faith himself years ago.”
Cardinal Zen also told the media assembled, “One of Hong Kong’s most pre-eminent journalists said months ago that the CCP is paying the Vatican $2 billion a year to keep the agreement in place ever since it was signed. What I find most disturbing is not the claim itself but the fact that to this date, the Vatican has still not denied it.”
Meanwhile in mainland China yet another statue of Guanyin (who is also called Kwan Yin), who is venerated as the goddess of mercy in some branches of Buddhism, had been torn down on orders of Xi Jinping and the CCP.
Guanyin was a Chinese princess whom the late Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen noted had developed a deep veneration for Mary the Mother of Jesus after the first Christians entered China after coming east from Assyria.
Kuan Yin’s acts of compassion during her lifetime were noted by everyone.
There were some, the Black Dragon spirit advisor to China’s paramount leader told Xi Jinping, who said that Kwan Yin had drank from a hidden spring of immortality located somewhere in China and had become immortal.
“I have no time for fairy tales,” Xi said as he looked up from reading the latest public statement from his puppet WHO’s Dr. Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus.
Meanwhile outside a cave in a rural part of southern China, a Chinese Ministry of State Security operative was following a woman that villagers had told him was Kwan Yin.
She stood outside a cave.
Kwan Yin turned and smiled at the State Security operative.
The man fainted in response.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday August 10th
2020.
Marie Persephone Duvalier
Marie Persephone Duvalier
“Marie Persephone Duvalier,” said Belvedere the Ghost White Salamander reporter for The Times of London.
“You’ve heard of her?” Dashwood Forrest the owner and curator of The Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery in London approached the ghost of the ghostly white little amphibian.
“I have been researching her,” Belvedere answered, “Who painted this picture?.”
“Enrique Gomez a Cuban artist,” Dashwood replied, “Originally a supporter of Castro’s Revolution, he turned against it. He was one of the Cubans recruited by G. Gordon Liddy to work for the White House Plumbers during the Richard M. Nixon Presidency. Alas! Poor Enrique! He found out too late that you shouldn’t screw a lightbulb into a light socket with the power still on especially if your hands are still wet from fixing an overflowing toilet in a bathroom in the Watergate Hotel. His funeral was held a few days later in Miami. Nixon resigned before he could posthumously award Enrique the Presidential Medal of Freedom.”
“A very good artist,” Belvedere studied the painting, “A better artist than plumber-electrician obviously. He’s certainly captured Miss Duvalier’s spirit and personality.”
“Who was Marie Persephone Duvalier?” Dashwood asked.
“Well,” Belvedere took a spectral tobacco pipe out of his press kit and lit it, “She was a spy and secret agent. But her cover was that of a singer in some of Havana’s best night spots and night clubs before Fidel Castro seized power and, acting like a health expert in the time of Covid, put an end to all the fun.”
“Who was she a spy for?” Dashwood inquired.
“Britain’s MI-6,” Belvedere answered, “Her most famous assignment (still unknown to the world at large) was to stop Cuban dictator Fulgencio Batista from granting a casino licence to the Nazi vampire Franz Kohler who was an officer of the SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau. Kohler was hoping to use the profits and proceeds from the casino to help pay for the emergence of a global Neo-Nazi Army. Kohler, who had come down with the world’s first known (but totally unpublicized) case of Covid-19 as a result of hanging around with the wrong sort of bats (his diary recounting this was discovered by the Chinese Ministry of State Security who passed on the relevant information to the Wuhan Institute of Virology) was unable to come to Havana to seal the deal personally. Instead he sent his vampire assistant to seal the deal with Batista. The assistant was named Col. Otto Klein Fink.”
. . .
Col. Otto Klein Fink was shaving in his Havana hotel bathroom getting ready for his nighttime meeting with Cuban President Fulgencio Batista.
There was a knock at the door.
And standing there was a very beautiful woman.
“Wow,” Col. Fink was impressed, “Aren’t you Marie Persephone Duvalier?”.
Col. Fink had watched her sing last night in the hotel lounge.
“I am,” she smiled at him, “I’ve ordered dinner for the two of us. Steak and lobster.”
“Wonderful,” Col. Fink smiled.
The hotel waiter wheeled a white cloth napkin covered table into the room which was loaded with silver platters.
He then left.
“I’ll give you your steak,” Marie Duvalier smiled.
She lifted the silver platter and grabbed a wooden stake from the tray and plunged it into Col. Fink’s heart.
“I can’t believe I fell for that,” Col. Fink sighed before crumbling into dust.
The lobster (that was still uncooked) crawled off the table, out the door, down the stairs, out the lobby door, down various streets and eventually back into the sea (where one of his progeny would become Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster of Set Enterprises).
Marie Persephone Duvalier then left for home.
As Marie walked down the street, she passed Enrique Gomez’s street studio.
“Miss Duvalier, hold that pose,” Enrique begged.
Marie bravely held that same pose for the next several hours.
The only problem was that at one point the wind died down.
So Marie’s hair ceased blowing.
Enrique solved that problem by getting an American gentleman (who was a CIA agent under cover unbeknownst to Gomez) to get an electric fan with a long extension cord and to hold it to continue blowing Marie’s hair while he finished the painting.
At one point in the early morning, a Havana taxi cab drove by splashing water from a small pot hole on to the American CIA gentleman holding the electric fan.
The CIA agent’s funeral would be held in Miami a few days later.
And as for the electric fan with the long extension cord, it was a write-off.
But at least Enrique Gomez had finished his painting of the beautiful Marie Persephone Duvalier.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday August 9th
2020.
Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka and Her Wolf Companion
The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka
The immortal Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka had several wolf companions who served as her protectors.
Her longest serving was a wolf called Seneca who had served her ever since she became an immortal after bareback riding a rare white buffalo on the South Dakota plains back in the late 1870s.
Seneca had been a gift to her from her Medicine Man grandfather (long since deceased).
She had often felt that this wolf Seneca was a creature from another dimension.
The writer C.S. Lewis in one of his Narnia books had once talked about a planet which had several trees growing on it.
Each tree was its own separate universe or world or dimensional realm.
Just as C.S. Lewis saw the rise of the Transhumanist movement within Science (noted in his book That Hideous Strength).
So he foresaw the possibility of multiple worlds or multiple universes- something that modern physics now thinks possible.
Saint Jerome who translated the Bible into Latin -a book known to History as the Vulgate – had recounted in his diary a meeting with a faun (the Roman term for satyr- a creature who was part man and part goat- part of Greco-Roman mythology).
The faun had told Jerome not to worry.
That he (the faun) was a creature from another dimension.
But a dimension created by the same God that Jerome worshipped.
For the Great High God was the creator of the whole Cosmos (and Cosmos in Greek meant the whole created order).
So the faun explained to Jerome that there were many dimensions within the cosmos – the whole created order- not just the dimension in which Jerome’s Earth existed.
Although the faun explained there were a group of beings called the Watchers who had created fauns and satyrs and other hybrids (recounted in mythology) in this dimension.
These Watchers were the ancestors of the Nephilim (the giants) mentioned in the Book of Genesis Chapter 6.
The Watchers and their Nephilim off-spring caused great evil on the Earth which caused God to send the Flood.
When Tanaka had read Jerome’s account of his meeting with the faun, she wondered if Lewis had read it as well.
And caused Lewis to create the faun character of Mr. Tumnus in the Narnia books.
Tanaka reflected on her wolf protectors.
Some were supernatural.
Others were natural who were drawn to her.
There was one- a white wolf with blue eyes- that Tanaka thought was in fact human.
He was a shapeshifter.
Out walking with this blue eyed wolf protector in the woods near the northeastern English village of Barnack (in whose village rectory the noted writer Charles Kingsley author of the book The Water Babies had spent his childhood), Tanaka sat down and looked at him and communicated telepathically.
When the wolf answered Yes to being human, she communicated another question.
The wolf held his head down and then looked up again with sad eyes.
He had lost the ability to speak his own thoughts so he communicated with the lyrics of one of his favourite songs from his childhood – the song Sometimes When We Touch written by Canadian singer-songwriter Dan Hill:
You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I’d rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
For who am I to judge you
In what you say or do
I’m only just beginning
To see the real you
And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes
And hide
I want to hold you till I die
Till we both break down and cry
I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides
Romance’s an honest strategy
Leaves me grappling with my pride
But through the years of maturity
Some tenderness survives
I’m just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prizefighter
Still trapped within my youth
And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes
And hide…
And with that the wolf closed his eyes and walked with his head down into the woods.
“Avalon,” she called out after him, “Don’t you want me to hold you till the fear in you subsides?”.
The wolf came back.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday August 8th
2020.
Michelangelo’s Dream of Robin Hood
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was sitting with Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster and watching news footage of a speech George Soros gave at his most recent Davos World Economic Forum private dinner that was held on Thursday January 23rd of this year.
“The man looks like a poster child for demonic possession,” Renfield remarked, “If someone ever wanted a transgendered Linda Blair for a geriatric remake of the 1973 film The Exorcist, then George Soros is definitely the man for the job.”
Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was already hiding under an artificial shipwreck at the bottom of his aquarium trying hard not to look at the demon possessed Soros.
Turning off the TV, Renfield bid Michelangelo good night and left the Set Enterprises laboratory.
Mounting a plastic mermaid at the bottom of the aquarium, Michelangelo fell asleep.
The lobster dreamed that he was human- Robin Hood in fact.
Good King Richard the Lion Hearted (a man who looked a lot like Renfield) had been taken hostage by an evil Austrian baron (a man who looked a lot like Bill Gates) over on the continent.
The evil Austrian baron was in cahoots with the evil Prince John (a man who looked a lot like George Soros).
Prince John was now ruling the English people as Prince Regent.
He had also unleashed a bubonic plague (bought from a Chinese alchemist named Gin Lu) which allowed him to lock the English people (Anglo-Saxons and Normans alike) in their homes.
The Sheriff of Nottingham (a man who looked like the senility prone Joe Biden) rode his horse backwards all over England to enforce the evil Prince John’s will in between asking “Where am I?” and occasionally stopping to sniff the hair of various women he encountered while riding his horse bassackwards.
Prince John had taken the beautiful Maid Marion (who looked like Rita Hayworth) hostage.
Michelangelo as the dashing Robin Hood (in his human shape, he looked like Gene Kelly) broke in to rescue her.
Having rescued the fair Marion, he turned and there stood the evil Prince John while the senile Sheriff of Nottingham lay on the floor sniffing the fur of chipmunks.
Prince John pointed an arrow at Robin’s heart with a bow, “Good-bye Robin.”
As he fired, the Sheriff of Nottingham stood up to announce, “I just remembered having forgotten where I laid my tiny codpiece this morning where I stand on the issue of human sacrifice. I’m personally opposed but…”
Prince John shot the Sheriff of Nottingham in the buttocks.
The manoevre allowed Robin Hood to grab a sword and behead the evil Prince John
He then kissed the beautiful Maid Marion.
Michelangelo smiled in his sleep.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday August 7th
2020.
Reblog of A UK Election Campaign Debate Like No Other
A chapter I wrote 3 years ago- when Renfield ran for MP against British Tory MP Agathor Christie- an election Renfield went on to win.
Renfield R. Renfield was attending his first election campaign debate in the constituency where he was running- Tewkesbury In The Cotswolds. London dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes was serving as the debate chairwoman since both Renfield and sitting incumbent British Conservative MP Agathor Christie were clients of her dominatrix services.
The sponsors of the debate thought that Sherrielock could keep at least two of the six candidates running in line.
Renfield R. Renfield was of course running as the candidate for the British Transhumanist Techno-Progressive Anti Bio-Conservative Party in the constituency.
The debate would begin with each candidate giving a 5-minute speech talking about their past accomplishments in life.
Conservative MP Agathor Christie had to be cut short after 5 minutes by Sherrielock Holmes and he had only got up to talking about his first year in kindergarten.
When Renfield got up to speak, he said, “Here’s one of the many music…
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