Sadako Shado Tamashi
Sadako Shado Tamashi
The archivist at the British Museum was looking through a bunch of early 20th Century Japanese photographs.
He came across a photo of a very beautiful young Japanese woman wearing a long white dress.
He stopped to look at her.
In fact, he looked at her for quite a while.
To his amazement, a heart ❤️ suddenly appeared in the photograph.
The word Yokubo appeared in the heart.
What the Hell? Archivist Moreau thought to himself.
What does Yokubo mean?
Moreau turned to the next photograph which was of a Japanese print of a Japanese Christ being crucified on the Cross.
That’s interesting, Moreau thought to himself, not too many of those pictures in Japan.
The next photo was of the same beautiful woman he had looked at a few photos earlier.
But now her long black hair was covering her entire face.
And blood (the colour red) actually appeared on her dress in the black and white photograph.
She was pointing a finger at someone (almost as if she was pointing at him from the photo).
Behind her was a word on the wall written in blood (again blood red showed up in the black and white photo).
The word was KAN’IN.
The next morning they found Moreau’s body dead in the photo archives of the British Museum.
His throat had been slashed from ear to ear as if he had just revealed Freemasonic secrets.
All the photos were gone.
Save for one black and white photo showing a woman in a long white dress with long black hair over her face standing over the body and pointing an accusatory finger at him.
The woman had very long sharp fingernails on her accusatory hand.
The nails were blood red (and red actually showed up in the B and W photo).
-A short story written by
Christopher
Wednesday August 8th
2018.
The Reason Cthulhu Is In California and Trump Gets Advice From Gen. Pinochet’s Ghost On Military Coup
The Reason Cthulhu Is In California and Trump Gets Advice From Gen. Pinochet’s Ghost On Military Coup
The Times of London sent their top ghostly spectral reporter Belvedere the ghost of the ghost white salamander to San Francisco to interview the Lovecraftian Great Old One god monster Cthulhu who had recently showed up in San Francisco Bay.
Other reporters had tried to interview the beast from the sea 🌊 but they ended up being eaten by the Creature from R’ lyeh (an underwater city in the South Pacific).
On hearing of the number of American mainstream reporters who were eaten by Cthulhu, Donald Trump tweeted, “See even Cthulhu thinks that the media is the enemy of the American people. And he can probably shoot through a hoop a lot better than Lebron James.”
An hour later Melania Trump tweeted, “Cthulhu is an inhuman monster.”
A leading American divorce lawyer then tweeted, “Who wants to grab me first? The Donald or Melania? Call me as Blondie once said.”
Since Belvedere was already a ghost, he didn’t have to worry about being eaten by Cthulhu although that didn’t stop Cthulhu from trying.
Finally in order to shut the pesky ghostly ghost white salamander Belvedere with his annoying questions up, Cthulhu finally broke down and revealed the reason for his trip to California.
“I want to see the Sacred Riana in the quarterfinals of the 2018 America’s Got Talent competition,” Cthulhu explained, “I watched her win the 2017 Asia’s Got Talent competition last year via underwater satellite TV in my cage in R’lyeh. Never have I been so turned on by anyone in hundreds of millions of millennia. I thought all this time I had become totally celibate. Which is why Lovecraft called me the High Priest of the Great Old Ones. He thought I was a Great Old One equivalent of Pope Hildebrand (aka Pope Gregory VII who reigned from April 22nd 1073-May 25th 1085) and thought that since celibacy was good enough for him, it was good enough for all the clergy in the West. I must confess I really didn’t have any sexual feelings until I watched the Sacred Riana in the 2017 Asia’s Got Talent competition.”
“I think you told me way more information than what I actually wanted to know,” Belvedere the ghost of the Ghost White Salamander turned even whiter than his usual ghostly white self.
The Sacred Riana terrifies Mel B. On America’s Got Talent 2018.
. . .
“Who are you?” Donald Trump asked the ghostly spectral figure of the General who only seemed to speak Spanish, “This is why we need to build a wall. Are you the fellow who put all those Mexican drug dealers’ heads on those spikes in the White House Rose Garden recently? I must admit they helped my morning bowel movement considerably but still I don’t really relish having the crap scared out of me.”
“I am the ghost of Gen. Augusto Pinochet,” the spectre explained in Shakespearean English finally, “confined both day and night to fast in fires 🔥 until the foul crimes done in my days of nature are burnt and purged away. Unfortunately for me, that’s going to last from here until eternity.”
“So what are you doing here in the Oval Office then?” Trump asked.
“Hades the Greek god and guardian of the Underworld released me temporarily,” Gen. Pinochet’s ghost explained, “Pope Francis seems to get on Hades’ nerves with all his claims about Hellish Tartarus not existing. Many in the celestial council of small-g gods are starting to think that Hades is falling down on the job. So since Hades dislikes Pope Francis and Pope Francis happens to dislike you, Hades released me to give you advice.”
“Advice on what?” Trump looked in the mirror and wondered if the Chilean military dictator might be able to recommend a good hair product for more natural looking hair colour.
“On how to organize a military coup d’état and seize power just on the off chance the Robert Mueller probe does turn up something and Congress decides to impeach you,” Gen. Pinochet’s ghost explained.
“Beg your pardon, sir,” Lexington the Presidential butler and valet opened the Oval Office door, “but former Secretary of State Dr. Henry Kissinger is on line 1. He has just had a dream about a 1950s Mamie Van Doren 3-D motion picture that he’d like to discuss with you.”
“Is that the one where the movie announcer in the ad trailer for it says She’ll knock both your eyes out?” Trump helped himself to some left over Mexican spicy 🌶 breasts that Lexington had prepared for him this past weekend.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday August 7th
2018.
From The Fires of Attica To The Fire Within Panty Goatee
From The Fires of Attica To The Fire Within Panty Goatee
The ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith was absolutely furious with the efforts of the Byzantine vampiress Theodora (who in her mortal lifetime had been the Byzantine Empress Theodora the Monophysite wife of the Emperor Justinian) to overthrow Turkish despot Recep Tayyip Erdogan the would be revised Ottoman Empire Sultan who was Lilith’s ally in the war to eventually destroy the State of Israel.
As such, Lilith decided to attack the land of the people Theodora hoped would revive the ancient Byzantine empire at Constantinople- Greece 🇬🇷.
To that end, Lilith hired the evil Centaur archer Acheronus (named after Acheron the river of woe that flowed through the Greek underworld of Hades).
Acheronus was the antithesis of Chiron the good centaur archer (he who was called the “wisest and most just of all the centaurs” and became the constellation Sagittarius in the northern hemisphere and Centaurus in the Southern Hemisphere).
Acheronus dipped his arrows in a batch of Byzantine Greek fire an incendiary weapon used by the Eastern Roman Byzantine Empire that was invented and developed in the Empire around 672 AD.
The Byzantine Greek Navy used it in naval battles to great effect.
It provided the Byzantines with an immense technological advantage and was responsible for many key Byzantine military victories most notably the salvation of Constantinople from two Arab sieges.
Lilith, who was anxious to finally avenge the death of the high priest Caiaphas (who was once her one night stand lover and the biological father of her daughter Golgotha) by the Roman Emperor Tiberius, finally managed to get her hands on all the supplies of Byzantine Greek Fire to allow the Ottoman Turkish Sultan Mehmed II to finally capture and conquer Constantinople the capital of the Byzantine Empire on May 29th 1453 thus putting an end to the Eastern Roman Empire the successor empire of Tiberius’ Roman Empire.
Saint Mary Magdalene the woman Apostle of Jesus had gone to Rome to personally tell the Emperor Tiberius about the unjustness of Jesus’ trial and how an innocent man was crucified by the Romans.
Tiberius believed the Magdalene’s story and ordered the two Jewish high priests Annas and Caiaphas to be brought to Rome for trial.
Caiaphas died on a ship outside Crete while en route for trial in Rome.
As he stood on deck, Caiaphas felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and then his bowels split open on deck.
Before his soul left him, he groaned like a wild pig.
His tongue jutted out of his mouth the length of a span.
His body was then cast to the waves where it was eaten by sharks 🦈.
Annas survived the voyage and after trial by Tiberius was sentenced by the Emperor to receive over 100 lashes and then Annas was to be wrapped in the freshly skinned hide of an antelope after which he was to be left out in the hot noonday sun ☀️ until he died.
Lilith upon hearing the news swore vengeance on the Roman Empire.
She finally got her vengeance on May 29th 1453 with the fall of Constantinople to the Ottoman Turks.
As for Lilith’s planned vengeance against Theodora, Acheronus with his bow and his Byzantine Greek Fire dipped arrows wandered through the Rafina region of eastern Attica in Greece 🇬🇷 shooting his flaming arrows.
The resulting blaze struck like a flamethrower causing smoke inhalation and skin burns.
So far 74 people have been killed and many fled past hundreds of burning cars and houses to dive into the sea 🌊 for safety.
The resulting devastation is so bad that Greece’s atheistic Marxist Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras has declared 3 days of official national mourning.
. . .
“Such a tragedy,” Donald Trump remarked as he ate lamb chops and Greek salad with feta cheese.
“Are you referring to the wildfires in Greece, Sir?” Asked Lexington his English butler and valet.
“What wildfires in Greece?” The fake hair toupee wearing opponent of fake news shrugged, “I’m talking about my poor daughter Ivanka Trump’s clothing company being forced to go out of business due to poor sales.”
“A tragedy indeed, sir,” Lexington grimaced in pain and silently prayed that there was indeed a Hell for those who truly deserve it.
“I can’t understand why more of my supporters didn’t buy her clothes,” Trump thought about shooting off an angry tweet.
“Maybe most of your supporters couldn’t afford to buy her clothes,” Lexington suggested.
“Why couldn’t they afford to buy her clothes?” Trump retorted angrily, “I could afford to buy her clothes if I ever got the urge to turn Caitlyn Jenner.”
“Saints preserve us,” Lexington crossed himself.
. . .
The Black Jaguar (possessed by the spirit of a powerful sorcerer and also the spirit of Night Sun the Mayan jaguar god of the Mayan underworld) entered the men’s washroom where he ripped to shreds a man and a boy who were in the washroom.
The human sacrifices were necessary to help bring about the coming of the Night Sun (as it was called by the Mayans), the Black Sun (as it was called by the Nazis) and Nemesis (the darkened sun that provides energy to the planet Niburu) according to some sci-fi UFO 🛸 enthusiasts.
. . .
Panty Goatee (the genetically cloned twin sister of DARPA contract assassin and satyr serial killer Pan Goatee) was grateful to have been rescued by the Black Jaguar from the forced bow and arrow 🏹 (as opposed to forced shotgun) wedding in Jerusalem to the Baphomet.
Panty Goatee didn’t really relish losing her virginity to a hermaphrodite half-human half-goat creature.
She didn’t like having to walk down the aisle of chairs on the Temple Mount with a flaming arrow in her naked back that was pointed at her tender flesh by the bow of a sinister centaur named Acheronus.
Then Panty Goatee saw the man approaching and a fire 🔥 (but a sensuously pleasant one) burned inside her panties.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday July 24th
2018.
Jack The Ripper: A Love Story Excerpt 78 By Malcolm Marsh
An excellent suspense novel about Jack the Ripper told from the Ripper’s point of view by a great writer and storyteller- my friend Malcolm Marsh.
Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 78 )
He went to the International Working Men’s Educational Club, which was the nearest building and returned with two men, Isaac Kozebrodsky and Morris Eagle, the trio discovered that she was dead, her throat cut!
They re-entered the club and raised the hue and cry, but they were too late, the moment that the returned to the club, I was away, I had no intention of hanging around to be caught by the mob.
Louis Diemschutz , When questioned later by the Police, said that he was certain that the Ripper was still in the premises when he arrived, he said he could sense his presence. How right he was. I had made good my escape, and would return to kill again, hopefully before this night was over.
When conversing with Inspector Abberline after the killings, He mentioned the…
View original post 106 more words
Daniel Hyperion’s The Agony of Ecstasy Announcement
This post serves as an excellent introduction to the novel my good friend and fellow writer Daniel is currently writing.
If you haven’t partaken of the pleasure of reading Daniel’s writing, please do so.
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope…I have loved none but you.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion
Dear Readers,
I wanted to share the major milestone I’ve reached with the story, The Agony of Ecstasy, My epic tale of love and vengeance that transcends time. The story loosely follows the belief of the Greek philosopher, Plato who presented the concept that we are a half soul in search of our other half.
Soulmates that are reborn and brought together in each phase of their soul journey are elevated in their oneness to some divine perfection. This is a thought I’ve entertained for most of my life. The soul is taught through the mind and body’s experiences, which are most painful at times. In the deepest love, we find the greatest pain, an agony of ecstasy.
Alexandra Drăgana and The Viscount Cezar Răzvan must determine if they are soulmates…
View original post 249 more words
The Tower of Song By David Redpath
An excellent poem written by an outstanding poet.
To find truth without faith,
love and hope,
like trying to climb
Mt. Everest
naked, without oxygen,
or even a rope.
Not saying it can’t be done,
but man,
sounding like a clang!
Or have I found
that love thang?
Try as you might
to sight the heavens,
like pointing a microscope
to the skies
from the dire
mire basement
in which your standing.
Far better, in the light,
seeing the world
through heaven’s eyes.
Holy Mindfulness
is the place
where we all belong.
As Leonard Cohen,
he’s moving on
to the Tower of Song.
View original post 522 more words
Prologue To The Fallen: Book II of The Gothic Exorcist Chronicles By Sherry Valerie Hilles
This is the Prologue to volume II of a series of novels that my friend and fellow writer Sherry is writing. It is a prologue to a book called The Fallen which is Volume II of The Julia Domain Gothic Exorcist Chronicles written by Sherrie de Valeria Hilles.
-HOW IT ALL STARTED-
More than six hundred years ago, members of a secret society known as the Order of the Knights escaped from the Holy Land. The Zionists had orders to terminate all of them. Something terrible had happened, and something new was coming up. They went separate ways taking with them ancient documents, writings, and various other artifacts that contained vast knowledge and power of the past. However, not all the treasures were moved. Some were left in tunnels under the Temple Mount in Jerusalem.
Fearless and well-trained assassins of the Zionist Order hunted down the knights. There was only one thing they could do, and that was to run and hide. Fourteen of the knights went to France. One went his own way to an unknown destination. He had made a pack with the Sovereign Grand Master to keep a bond of secrecy. It…
View original post 628 more words
Carson Albion Private Eye Walks The Boulevard of Memories: A Poem
Carson Albion Private Eye Walks The Boulevard of Memories: A Poem
Carson Albion Private Eye sat in his office with the sideway blinds of his window slightly open
to let in the evening twilight
He loved the evening twilight
just as he loved neon lights
His office window gave him a view of the neon lights of downtown
How beautiful they looked in the evening twilight
They looked even more beautiful in the snow and the rain
One of the few creations of man that did look more beautiful in the snow and the rain
When it snowed or rained
while strolling the city streets
he looked up at the signs of neon advertising the gods Coca-Cola and Miller Beer
and then he looked down at the sidewalk gutters for signs of rhinestone cowboys
but they must have already been washed down to the sewers
dwelling place of nightmares, monsters and vermin
and assassins of character who work for the last Trump
and wait for John McCain to die.
The ceiling fans in his office blew cold air down on his head
offering relief from the heat of the night
The bottle of bourbon stood open on his desk
offering relief from those memories too painful to bear
She… she… her…
He never told her that he loved her
but that was because she was his best friend
How would she react to the news that he wanted to take their relationship up another level
what if she didn’t feel the same way about him?
Then he’d have lost his best friend.
Because such are the ways of male-female friendship
that if one of them loves the other too much
in a way above and beyond what they had previously understood
There’s no going back
It was like what Dermot Mulroney’s character said to Julia Roberts’ character in the film
My Best Friend’s Wedding
when Julia announces she wants the romance over
Dermot weeps, “I’m losing my best friend.”
Somehow though they manage to hold on to the friendship
in the film that is
but that’s Hollywood
and we all know how much Hollywood echoes real life
For real life is not a fairy tale
and they only award Oscars
for dramatic performances
not for actually surviving day to day.
Albion saw the reflection of himself in his glass
Was a reflection still a Selfie by any other name?
and just what was it the liquid showed?
True colours or a distortion of reality?
The liquid went down his throat
well posting on Facebook or Instagram never tasted this good.
He lowered his hat
loosened his tie
opened his shirt
closed his eyes
and let his mind wander
down that lost boulevard of memories.
-A poem written by Christopher
Friday May 11th 2018.
Semi Rhyming Haiku About Poe’s The Pit and The Pendulum and Roger Corman Film With Vincent Price
Semi Rhyming Haiku About Poe’s The Pit and The Pendulum and Roger Corman Film With Vincent Price
Blade a real swinger
Will give your head a zinger
What a Price to pay
