Rusalka and the Titanic

April 20, 2018 at 10:34 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Mythology, News, Short stories, Short Story, The Supernatural) (, )

An excellent, original, unique and totally different short story about the sinking of that great and mighty “unsinkable” ship The Titanic.


I boarded the ship at Southampton, on England’s southern coast, a city they called Gateway to the World.  It was appropriately named. New worlds would indeed open to those that dared sail on the Titanic’s maiden voyage.

Southampton was seafaring town of busy docks, commerce and fishermen who, given half the chance may have recognized me for what I was. Yet I went ably and quietly about my business, our custom being to operate in stealth. My disguise was well put together, a simple blue dress, lace up boots and one bag of luggage that contained only my combs, mirrors, candles and an ancient grimoire. For all the crew and passengers knew, I could have been any normal woman, a widow perhaps, traveling alone with a full purse and a certain destination.

My nature necessitated a room in first class, where I could have daily baths in the salt…

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The Aztec Vampiress Qonzilqointec, Turkey’s Tyrant, Raúl Castro’s Successor and The Neo-Nazi Billionaire

April 18, 2018 at 10:45 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Aztec Vampiress Qonzilqointec, Turkey’s Tyrant, Raúl Castro’s Successor and A Neo-Nazi Billionaire

The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was on her way to meet Raúl Castro’s handpicked successor Miguel Díaz-Canel in the Cuban 🇨🇺 capital of Havana.

Pic of Qonzilqointec on her way to meet Cuba’s next President Miguel Díaz-Canel:

She was meeting with the new leader to see if he was going to become a total despot like Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro who was Hugo Chavez’s successor (she was already plotting Maduro’s overthrow with Dracul Van Helsing, British MP Renfield R. Renfield and the ghost of Sir Winston Churchill).

On her way to meet Díaz-Canel, she ran into her lover Dracul Van Helsing who was in Havana to monitor the suspicious activities of the Neo-Nazi billionaire Robur Pike.

(For more on the background of Robur Pike, please read:


When Dracul saw the sexy and sensual Aztec vampiress wearing her topless gold mini dress, he asked her how much of a hurry she was in to meet Miguel Díaz-Canel.

She adjusted her skirt and replied that she might have a few hours to spare.

So she went to Dracul’s hotel room and spent the next several hours making wild passionate love to him.

. . .

Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan had left an extremely nasty comment on British MP Renfield R. Renfield’s Facebook page.

The comment was in retaliation for Renfield arranging the circumstances whereby the Celtic horned god Cernunnos was busy killing Turkish soldiers who were undertaking a genocidal campaign against the Kurds in the Afrin region of northwestern Syria 🇸🇾.

An hour later, Russian President Vladimir Putin likewise posted a nasty comment on Renfield’s Facebook page.

The remark was in retaliation for Cernunnos likewise killing Russian soldiers at a base in Syria.

“So,” Sir Winston Churchill’s ghost remarked as he chewed on the tip of his spectral cigar and sipped from his spectral glass of brandy, “I see the fascist despot Erdogan has brought forward the date of presidential and parliamentary elections in Turkey 🇹🇷 from November 2019 to this coming June 24th.”

“I guess considering the bad shape Turkey’s economy is in thanks to the fascist despot’s misrule and the defeat that Prince Vlad Dracula, Cernunnos, the Byzantine vampiress Theodora and the Israeli Controller of The Golem will soon inflict on Turkish forces in Syria, Erdogan figures he better call the election now so he can hurry up and pave the way to make himself Sultan of a revived Ottoman Empire,” Renfield remarked.

“I fear that’s very much the case,” Churchill frowned.

“If only I could find a way to convince Theresa May to start a campaign to get that bum kicked out of NATO,” Renfield rubbed his chin. 🤔

. . .

German Chancellor Angela Merkel was in her office when suddenly the ancient Egyptian frog 🐸 headed god Kek appeared to her.

“Sweet Jesus,” she said in language designed to offend any pagan deity, “did anyone ever tell you that you look a lot like that Internet meme Pepe the Frog 🐸?”.

“So I’ve been told,” Kek’s tongue wrestled with Mrs. Merkel’s Venus fly trap office plant for control of a fly to eat.

“What are you doing here in Germany?” Mrs. Merkel asked.

“Well having spent several days visiting the fascists and Neo-Nazis in the alt-right movement in the U.S., I’m now visiting the fascists and neo-Nazis in the anti-immigrant and anti-foreigner AfD (Alternative fur Deutschland),” Kek smiled as he licked his lips after eating both the Venus fly trap and the fly.

“Germany will never succumb to Naziism again,” said Mrs. Merkel.

“There is a man called Robur Pike who says otherwise,” Kek belched with the sound and fury of an Egyptian god of chaos.

“Who’s Robur Pike?” Mrs. Merkel asked.

Kek laughed and laughed until he had an amphibian bowel movement of massive proportions.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday April 18th

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A Stag Party Like No Other

April 17, 2018 at 10:42 pm (Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

A Stag Party Like No Other

Russian soldiers at a base in Syria were nervous.

They had heard reports that a deer 🦌 stag of all things was massacring Turkish soldiers in the Afrin region of northwestern Syria by standing up on its hind legs and firing a rapidly moving crossbow with poisonous arrows at them.

The arrows would paralyze the soldiers and then take 24 hours for the poison to work to eventually kill them.

In the meantime, the soldiers would die a painfully agonizing death as the organs in their bodies gradually shut down.

The government of Recep Tayyip Erdogan in Ankara tried to keep the deaths secret from the Turkish public.

But someone had hacked into the Turkish television newsfeed and was reporting the deaths live to the Turkish people.

The news reports were read aloud by a talking robot 🤖 who called himself Hans.

The reports would begin with the robot singing (to the tune of an old 1950s Danny Kaye song), “I’m Hans Pagan Henderson… that’s me.”

After showing some speeded up video of Turkish soldiers dying a long lasting slow horrible agonizing death, film footage was then shown of the deer stag standing on its hind legs and shooting the soldiers with its rapidly firing cross bow.

As the footage of the stag and its cross bow was being shown, Hans the robot 🤖 sang (also to the tune of an old 1950s Danny Kaye song):

Wonderful, wonderful poisoned 🤢 arrow
fired by a beautiful stag
you hit your mark
sends a fiery spark ⚡️
through the body part
a fatal stinging dart 🎯
that sends one screaming “No more”
yet hours ‘til you reach death’s door.

No one was sure who it was that was hacking into the Turkish television feed.

Although there were suspicions.

After Hans’ news broadcasts, British MP Renfield R. Renfield was seen in an elegant armchair by a fireplace holding a glass of cognac and doing an introduction to a TV series he called Forgotten Disney Animated Cartoons.

“On tonight’s episode,” Renfield smiled, “Bambi’s father (killed in an automobile accident) comes back from the dead. The name of the cartoon: Bambi II- Thumper Recites The Necronomicon Resurrection Invocation.”

The Russian base was on edge when a soldier turned on the TV and Thumper was seen reciting a weird invocation in a strange and sinister sounding language.

And then suddenly what sounded like an arrow hit the door of the barracks.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday April 17th

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Reblog- Lizards and Wizards: A Poem

April 15, 2018 at 10:01 pm (Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )

A poem I wrote 2 years ago.

Dracul Van Helsing

Lizards and Wizards: A Poem

It was a land where giant tulip bulbs grew
that grew in soil blood drenched through and through
The bulbs blood red in colour
like the soil that bled the Earth-Mother
And eating the bulbs were huge flamingoes
not pink like on your lawn goes
but blood red like the seed of human sacrifice
when all other oblations no longer suffice

And rising rising from the blood soaked ground
in a huge puff of red tinged smoke that twirled round and round
arose a wild-haired wild eyed looking wizard
who in a test tube carried a small red lizard
He lifted up high his feathered wand
in the clouds emerged a land beyond
With his left hand he lifted high his trusted wand
and with his right, emptied the test tube like a martini shaker for Bond
The lizard then fell to the earth beneath

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Celtic Goddess Brigid, Dracul Van Helsing and Trump Strikes On Syria

April 13, 2018 at 11:49 pm (Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel)

Celtic Goddess Brigid, Dracul Van Helsing and Trump Strikes On Syria

Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing was in an ancient and medieval cemetery near Salisbury, England.

He was meeting with the Celtic goddess Brigid.

Brigid stood in the middle of the graves.

In her hands she held the horns of the Celtic horned god Cernunnos.

The Celtic goddess Brigid as viewed by Dracul Van Helsing at the cemetery near Salisbury:

“So Dracul,” the beautiful Celtic goddess smiled at him, “The United States 🇺🇸, the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 and France 🇫🇷 have launched multiple attacks on multiple government sites in Syria 🇸🇾. Say the word only Dracul and I shall speak the word that shall bring Cernunnos to life again and he shall hunt the hunters of Russia 🇷🇺, Syria 🇸🇾 and Iran 🇮🇷 and if necessary Turkey 🇹🇷.”

As Donald Trump, Theresa May and Emmanuel Macron made national statements to their respective nations on television and radio, Dracul Van Helsing text messaged Renfield R. Renfield MP to ask his opinion as well as the opinion of the ghost of Sir Winston Churchill (whom Renfield was in contact with) on the matter.

Dracul then gave Brigid the answer.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday April 13th

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Theodora and The Sultan

April 12, 2018 at 10:56 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel)

Theodora and The Sultan

Sweet sleep and sweet dreams came to him.

He walked through the garden of an ancient palace in Istanbul.

He then came across a vision.

A woman in a beautiful lilac purple coloured dress.

Her back towards him.

She stood against a vine swing decorated with roses 🌹.

In her left hand she held a small glass bowl that had 3 beautiful red rose 🥀 bulbs in it and in her right hand she held a small glass of red wine 🍷- the bottom third of the glass was wine.

Around her at the back hem of her dress were small glasses filled with rose petals and scented candles.

The would-be Sultan stopped in his tracks when confronted by the vision.

The beautiful and sensuous woman turned in her purple lilac evening dress.

The would-be Sultan quickly discovered that the see-through back of the dress was accompanied by a see-through front of the dress.

As such, his eyes were elsewhere.

Otherwise he might have recognized her beautiful and lovely face for the two had met before.

“Taste my wild strawberries 🍓 and drink my sweet wine 🍷,” the woman held out her glass to him.

The would-be Sultan of course was a very very devout Muslim as well as the future Caliph of the future global Caliphate.

Still it was hard to say no to a woman of such ample bosom.

Obviously she was a gift from Allah to him.

And one could not turn down a gift from Allah.

He accepted the glass and drank greedily of the wine.

Soon he was down on the garden floor choking and writhing in agony.

“The wine 🍷 was laced with a new type of nerve agent,” the Byzantine vampiress Theodora smiled at him.

Now Recep Tayyip Erdogan the dictatorial President of Turkey recognized the vampiress wife of the Byzantine Emperor Justinian.

He died in his dream but fortunately for him not in his sleep.

“Great,” British MP Renfield R. Renfield smiled at the scene on his computer screen in the Set Enterprises laboratory, “Erdogan will obviously fall for this trap particularly if Theodora wears that dress.”

Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster had entered Recep Tayyip Erdogan’s dream and implanted the vision.

He was transferring the imagery in the Turkish President’s dream via wi-fi from his psychic lobster antennae to Renfield’s computer screen.

“Dr. Cadbury Rocher will be pleased to know that the nerve agent Rochercharonacheron that he invented works,” Renfield smiled, “all right, Michelangelo, erase this dream from the despot Erdogan’s memory so I can carry out this plot in reality.”

Michelangelo grabbed a waterproof eraser ✏️ with his lobster claws and started erasing a large air bubble in his aquarium that had the imagery from Erdogan’s dream within it.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday April 12th

The Byzantine Vampiress Theodora As Viewed In Erdogan’s Dream:

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Pan Goatee and Pope Francis’ Nocturnal Dream of Hell

April 11, 2018 at 10:26 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Religion, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Pan Goatee and Pope Francis’ Nocturnal Dream of Hell

Satyr serial killer Pan Goatee was riding the bus when suddenly an extremely ugly looking woman boarded the bus holding hands with a 3-year-old girl.

Exclaimed Pan Goatee, “That ugly looking woman is the one who’s kidnapped the Lindbergh baby 🍼.”

Pan Goatee grabbed his astral laser machete and cut the ugly woman’s head off.

“You’re mistaken,” said a retired college professor of American history who was riding the bus but was grateful that the satyr had decapitated the ugly looking female, “the Lindbergh baby was a boy and if he were still alive today, he’d be 87 years old not 3.”

“Wow, I guess you can’t believe everything you read on Wikipedia,” Pan Goatee remarked as he booted the ugly looking head out the door and down the street.

. . .

Pope Francis was having a dream.

He was dreaming that he was in Hell.

“How can this be?” The pontiff shouted, “I said Hell doesn’t exist in a newspaper interview I gave recently.”

The fallen angel Mephistopheles walked by reading a book called Fake Papal Pronouncements With Foreword by Donald Trump.

Pope Francis suddenly saw a scene from Alice In Wonderland.

A Hellish looking Alice In Wonderland tea party modelled on Leonardo Da Vinci’s painting of The Last Supper.

This was what Francis saw:

“We may have to change our format for the Eucharistic Communion Service,” Francis thought aloud in his dream, “although I’ve long been of the opinion that the Liturgy of the Mass needed revolutionary change and a massive paradigm shift.”

The Mad Hatter who had the face of Walter Cardinal Kasper applauded vigorously.

The Queen of Hearts who had the face of Raymond Cardinal Burke pointed at Francis and said “Off with his head.”

. . .

Donald Trump looked out the Oval Office of the White House and asked the question, “What’s the best way to punish Bashar al-Assad for using chemical weapons against his own people?”.

A vision of Zeus holding a thunderbolt appeared in the clouds above the White House saying, “Release the Kraken.”

Trump was immediately on the phone to U.S. Secretary of Defence Jim Mattis, “Jim, do you know where I can get a Kraken?”.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday April 11th

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Pope Francis and The Mysterious Stranger

April 7, 2018 at 11:56 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Religion, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Pope Francis and The Mysterious Stranger

Renfield R. Renfield MP was giving a speech on the Best of British Culture to the Society of Friends and Supporters of the Royal Opera.

He was finishing singing the Lumberjack Song from Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

Lord Geese-Hogg who was sitting at a table with his wife Lady Geese-Hogg motioned for one of the banquet waiters to bring him another drink.

“Genghis,” Lady Glenda Geese-Hogg called her husband by his first name, “I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight.”

“Oh, all right,” Lord Genghis Geese-Hogg sighed.

Renfield, as he was getting out of his woman’s bra and dress and taking off his lumberjack jacket, was suddenly handed a note.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Renfield went up to the microphone 🎤 to make an announcement, “I’ve just been informed that the Syrian government has used chemical weapons in a toxic gas attack on Douma the last rebel held town in Eastern Ghouta. So far 70 civilians have died including numerous children.”

Renfield immediately changed into his William Wallace Scottish warrior kilt accompanied with his Highlander broad sword 🗡.

“On a personal observatory note,” Renfield added, “Both French President Emmanuel Macron and America’s Donald Trump have warned the Syrian government in the past that a chemical weapons attack is a red line that mustn’t be crossed. We all know that Trump isn’t the limp wristed pansy that Barack Obama was as a military leader.
Now a chemical weapons attack by the Syrian government has been done in the open.
That red line has been crossed.
How will Trump and Macron respond?
If they let it pass, they’ll lose face.
We all know that the one thing Donald Trump will never do is lose face.
And the homicidal regime of Vladimir Putin have said they will support the homicidal regime of Bashar al-Assad at all costs. Therefore, ladies and gentlemen, the world may now be on the brink of World War III.”

Lord Genghis Geese-Hogg called back the waiter, “I’ll have a hundred more drinks 🍹 🍸 🍷 please.”

“Make that double for me,” Lady Glenda Geese-Hogg added.

. . .

Pope Francis was in his bedroom when suddenly the door opened and in walked a mysterious stranger with jet black hair, jet black eyebrows, a jet black moustache and a jet black goatee beard.

Two locks of hair stuck up on top of his head that almost looked like horns.

The man was wearing a red velvet jacket, suit and pants.

“Who are you?” Francis asked.

“Mephistopheles,” the man laughed.

“Mephistopheles?” Francis looked horrified, “What do you want?”.

Mephistopheles laughed again.

He then turned and opened the door to exit.

“I hope I never see you again,” Francis, who was feeling around for his Cross but couldn’t find it, said in a horrified gasp.

Mephistopheles turned around and laughed the most sinister laugh that Francis had ever heard in his life, “I don’t think we shall ever meet again, Father Bergoglio,” the fallen angel paused and then smiled a most malevolent smile, “after all as you yourself have most recently said, there’s no such place as Hell.”

The entity then left the door open and walked out of the papal bedroom.

Intensely sinister laughter echoed down the halls and corridors.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday April 7th

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Lilith, Erdogan, Putin and Rouhani: Invasion of Israel In The Works?

April 5, 2018 at 10:53 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Lilith, Erdogan, Putin and Rouhani: Invasion of Israel In The Works?

The ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith was meeting with the talking little green frog 🐸 called Nimrod and the demon Asmodeus in a cafe in Istanbul.

“I’m still trying to decide if I like smoking Turkish cigarettes,” the chain-smoking demon Asmodeus remarked as he smoked his 70th Turkish cigarette of the day.

“I’m still trying to decide if I like Turkish coffee or not,” Nimrod remarked with his head sticking out of the tiny cup after almost drowning in his 70th cup of Turkish coffee of the day.

“I’m still trying to decide if I like Turkish evening gowns or not,” Lilith remarked as she took off her 69th evening gown in the cafe and put on her 70th Turkish evening gown of the day from her shopping bag of items she had picked up in Istanbul’s fashion bazaar.

The display of lovely 😊 and sensual vampiress nudity once again resulted in a huge collision of Turkish waiters carrying plates and cups.

“So how did your meeting with Recep Tayyip Erdogan, Vladimir Putin and Hassan Rouhani in Ankara go?” Asmodeus asked as he put a nicotine patch on his arm to help him cut down on his daily cigarette intake, “Did you convince the leaders of Russia 🇷🇺, Iran 🇮🇷 and Turkey 🇹🇷 to invade Israel 🇮🇱?”.

Lilith answered.

In the cafe across the street, Prince Vlad Dracula, the Byzantine vampiress Theodora and the Israeli Mossad agent the Controller of the Golem were listening in to the conversation between Lilith, Asmodeus and Nimrod on some eavesdropping equipment they had.

“Oh shoot,” the Controller cursed, “the microphone 🎤 went dead just as Lilith was giving the answer.”

Their view of the cafe across the street was also blocked by a huge number of Turkish men as well as female members of the Turkish Lesbian Front who had been standing in front of the cafe window for the past several hours.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday April 5th

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50 Years Ago Today: Martin Luther King Assassinated

April 4, 2018 at 9:34 pm (Commentary, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Poetry) (, , )

50 Years Ago Today: Martin Luther King Assassinated

50 Years Ago There Were Giants: A Poem

50 years ago, there were giants in the earth in those days
Martin Luther King who spoke of civil rights for all people, who believed in non-violence to achieve his goals, who spoke of a world where all God’s children were one, where the descendants of former slaves and the descendants of former slaveowners would play together and pray together and work together and live together in peace and harmony and brotherhood and justice for all,
he was a man who saw this,
the night before his death,
he spoke of his vision,
he had been to the mountaintop
and he had seen the Promised Land.
His eyes had seen the glory of the Coming of the Lord.
He had a Dream
and he saw that someday that dream would be reality.

50 years ago, there were giants in the Earth in those days
Robert F. Kennedy announced to a crowd in Indianapolis Indiana
the sad news of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s death
he spoke of Dr. King’s dream of love,
of a world where love triumphed over hate
and peace over violence
of not giving in to the desire for revenge
but rather bring together all people of good will
whatever their colour
that blacks should not hate whites
and whites should not hate blacks
of the world that Dr. King foresaw on the mountaintop
when he saw the Promised Land
that Promised Land
where people are not judged by the colour of their skin
but by the content of their character

50 years ago, there were giants in the Earth in those days
Will we ever see their like again?
Now 50 years later, one wonders
will we ever see their like again?
White kills black
Black kills white
Instead of building love in our hearts
we have leaders who tell us to build walls on our borders
Instead of uplifting and reconciling
we have nations described as shitholes by those in power
Instead of the inspiring words of the Promised Land as spoken of in the Bible
and the inspiring words of Aeschylus that Robert Kennedy mentioned in his speech
we have words of vulgarity spoken in angry tweets
Instead of words of reconciliation and seeking the best in all
We have words of division
that seek to bring out the worst in all

50 years ago, there were giants in the Earth in those days
Will we ever see their like again?

Judging people by the content of their character
instead of the colour of their skin
a dream that Martin saw.
Some men see things as they are and ask why?
Some men dream dreams that never were
and ask why not?
A question that Bobby posed.

The dream that Martin saw
seems to have disappeared in a dark aether of hate
The question that Bobby posed has been forgotten in a bluster of bickering voices

50 years ago, there were giants in the Earth in those days
Now dwarves whose hearts are full of hatred
whose words are full of spite and vitriol
and whose heads are full of ignorance calling itself knowledge
walk the land.

Who will lead us back to the mountaintop?
Who again will show us a vision of the Promised Land?
Who again will once again
Dream dreams that never were
and ask, Why not?

50 years ago, there were giants in the Earth in those days.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday April 4th 2018
on the 50th Anniversary
of the assassination
of the Rev. Dr.
Martin Luther King Jr.

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