Renfield and Amadeus Discuss The Singapore Summit
Renfield and Amadeus Discuss The Singapore Summit
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was having lunch with his close friend Amadeus Emanon the personal concert pianist to the London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set.
Renfield was having half a dozen tuna fish sandwiches and Amadeus was enjoying a 12-course Chinese combination dinner from Lydo’s Chinese Food.
He liked the catchy jingle on their commercials, “426-5050, if you’re hungry 😋, call the Lydo now. Freeee delivereee!”.
And then the sexy Chinese vampiress Meiling Manchu at the end of the commercial, “Don’t forget to dial the local area code first before the number.”
She then smiled before biting into a sumptuous egg roll with her vampiric incisor fangs.
Meiling Manchu hides her vampiric incisor fangs with her arm.
“So, what did you think of the Singapore Summit meeting between Donald Trump and Kim Jong-un?” Amadeus asked as he bit into a sweet and sour sparerib and wondered why Porky 🐷 Pig had a spare rib but Adam in the Garden of Eden didn’t.
“Kim Jong-un came out on top,” Renfield spoke as if he was giving an English language voice over to a Japanese porno film.
“You really think so?” Amadeus started to dig into the beef chop suey with his chop sticks.
“I do,” Renfield belched over his 2nd glass of bourbon 🥃 .
“What makes you think so?” Amadeus polished off the Chicken Fried Rice and moved in on the Egg Foo Yong.
“All Kim Jong-un did was just promise to give up his nuclear weapons,” Renfield inhaled a piece of tuna as if it were crack cocaine, “and you know what the singers Simon and Garfunkel said about promises in their song The Boxer?”.
“All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest,” Amadeus laid aside the pamphlet entitled Overeating Is The Primary Cause of Obesity.
“Exactly,” Renfield poured two more glasses of bourbon 🥃 for himself, “while Trump has gone and openly cancelled the military war games that the U.S. holds with South Korea each year which so pissed off the North, Kim has given very little in return. So it’s a win-win situation for Kim while it’s a Tweet and Brag situation for Trump.”
“What transpired at the summit that led to this?” Amadeus ate a bowl of lychee nuts for dessert.
“Well my spies in Singapore tell me that a beautiful North Korean woman was called upon to make a major sacrifice for her country and give the pompous toupee wearing blowhard Trump a blow job in order that he’d agree to Kim Jong-un’s demands,” Renfield replied.
“How awful,” Amadeus Emanon blew his nose sympathetically for the poor woman.
Meanwhile in his laboratory aquarium at Set Enterprises, Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster had a vision of two classical Roman style busts on display in the British Museum in the near future.
One was a bust of Julius Caesar that bore the inscription, “I came, I saw, I conquered.”
The other was a bust of Donald Trump that said, “I saw, I came, I capitulated.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday June 12th
2018.
Justin Trudeau, Donald Trump and The ET Gray Gali-Gula From Nibiru
Justin Trudeau, Donald Trump and The ET Gray Gali-Gula From Nibiru
On the television in Canadian living rooms was a rare sight- CBC News Anchorman Peter Mansbridge.
Peter Mansbridge: Hi, I’m Peter Mansbridge. You may remember me as a long time CBC News anchorman from many years ago. You haven’t seen me for a while and no doubt thought I was dead. Well I was. But voodoo practicing strategists for the U. S. Democratic Party have brought me back from the dead on condition I go down to the U.S. and vote 🗳 for Hillary Clinton in the 2020 Democratic Party Presidential primaries.
In the meantime, I’ll occasionally appear on The National so you don’t think my career is as dead as the dodo bird 🐦.
In the news tonight, Alberta cattle baron and long time Canadian Federal Liberal Party fundraiser and fanatical Justin Trudeau supporter Flyen High was found dead in his hotel room in Calgary last night.
He was apparently killed by a fast acting Amazon poison dart that was fired into his neck.
Police however do not believe that the dart was fired from an Amazon blow gun (since Amazon is not allowed to sell poison dart blow guns in Canada unlike the U. S. where Americans’ right to blow is defended by both the NRA and leading adult female porn star Felicity Fellatio).
Also apparently the guest in the room next door distinctly heard Henry Mancini’s Moon River being played on Greek pan pipes.
This was followed by a loud scream in which a gravel sounding elderly male voice said that his high school sweetheart had broken up with him while they were watching the 1961 film Breakfast At Tiffany’s.
The scream was then followed by a loud thud as of a body falling to the floor.
When hotel security and the 101-year-old bell boy entered the room, Mr. Flyen High’s body was found on the bedroom floor with an Amazon tribesman’s poison dart found lodged in his neck.
Calgary police believe that the Amazon blow dart was fired by the same Greek pan pipes that were playing Moon River only moments before.
Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau tweeted that both he and the Federal Liberal Party treasurer were “very saddened by Mr. Flyen High’s death.”
Meanwhile the nation’s most expert political commentators in the cities of Ottawa, Toronto and Montreal are still baffled why an Albertan like Mr. Flyen High was such an enthusiastic Justin Trudeau supporter in a province where the Trudeau family name is considered anathema by most Albertans.
Meanwhile Calgary police report that 300 plastic bags of non-medicinal marijuana (with Mr. Flyen High’s fingerprints all over them) were found underneath the cattle baron’s hotel room mattress.
This was strange in lieu of the fact that Mr. Justin Trudeau’s law legalizing the use of recreational marijuana doesn’t become legal until July 1st this year.
. . .
What had transpired the past 24 hours:
Justin Trudeau (at post G-7 Summit press conference addressing the issue of Donald Trump’s temper tantrums during the Summit):
“Canadians are polite and reasonable but we will also not be pushed around.”
Donald Trump (on plane ✈️ en route to Singapore 🇸🇬 and throwing a temper tantrum on hearing Justin Trudeau’s remarks): “Well, Lexington (speaking to his butler and valet), I’m not polite, I’m not reasonable but I also won’t be pushed around either.”
. . .
Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau was walking through his greenhouse when he caught a whiff of pot smoke 💨 which was being exhaled by his Dr. Cadbury Rocher developed genetic hybrid marijuana smoking cactus 🌵 plant.
Upon inhaling the smoke, he immediately saw Gali-Gula the ET gray from Nibiru (whose alien 👽 body was possessed by the spirit of the ancient Earthling Roman Emperor Caligula) that he always saw every time he inhaled marijuana smoke 💨.
“Good God,” shouted Justin, “Not you again.”
“You know I remember during the days I was the Emperor Gaius Caligula, I always wanted to be worshiped as a god,” Gali-Gula stared dreamily into the night sky shining through the clear roof of the greenhouse.
“Well, then,” Justin retorted,” why don’t you use your divine omniscience and tell me what I can do about Donald Trump?”.
“Why don’t you get your Praetorian Guard to bump him off?” Gali-Gula suggested.
“I don’t have a Praetorian Guard,” Justin Trudeau answered.
“Pity,” Gali-Gula remarked as he drank a cup of Red Rose tea which was available only in Canada 🇨🇦.
“I’m beginning to think so,” Justin Trudeau agreed and then suddenly remembered something his father once told him, “Say, weren’t you yourself once bumped off by your own Praetorian Guard?”.
Gali-Gula immediately spit out a mouthful of Red Rose tea ☕️ which immediately extinguished the smoke from the marijuana smoking cactus’ marijuana cigarette much to the former desert plant’s annoyance.
“I try,” Gali-Gula wiped his mouth, “to forget that particular bit of ancient Roman and personal life history.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday June 10th
2018.
Brutus Campbell: White Supremacist Idiot and Asshole Extraordinaire
Brutus Campbell: White Supremacist Idiot and Asshole Extraordinaire
Many of the conversations British MP Renfield R. Renfield was having with the ghost of Sir Winston Churchill these days centered on the rising Neo-Nazi movement in the world.
Churchill’s ghost and Renfield would often work late into the night discussing the dangerous and growing phenomenon.
The backbone of the global Neo-Nazi movement was a Neo-Nazi billionaire called Robur Pike who lived in Havana, Cuba of all places.
The reason Pike chose Havana is because it was supposed to be the capital of a racist and slave owning empire visualized by Pike’s DNA genetic father Albert Pike (a racist Confederate civil war Brigadier General and the head of American Scottish Rite Freemasonry in the late 19th Century whose locks of hair a Nazi scientist (brought to America through the post WWII Operation Paperclip) used to clone in a laboratory in Knoxville Tennessee back in 1966 to genetically create Robur Pike) but unfortunately for Pike, the Confederacy lost the Civil War thanks to Robert E. Lee telling Pike in Jefferson Davis’ Confederate Presidential office in a heated exchange between the two generals that there was no way on God’s green Earth that he was going to accept the help of racist slave owners in Brazil to create a race based slave empire across the southern United States, Mexico, Central America, the islands of the Caribbean and northern South America including Brazil.
If Jefferson Davis accepted the Pike Plan, he Lee would join forces with the Union.
So the refusal of foreign intervention by wealthy Brazilian landowners on behalf of the Confederacy ensured the Union’s victory.
Today leftist Marxist and anarchist assholes in the U.S. are demanding that all statues of Robert E. Lee be torn down or removed from public view while nary a peep is raised about statues of the openly racist, white supremacist and swastika worshiping Albert Pike (yes Pike worshiped the Swastika and praised the Aryan race at Thule the capital of a supposedly superior white civilization in Northern Europe called Hyperborea- he was a Nazi even before there was a Nazi movement in Germany) being on open display in various locales across the U.S. including Washington DC.
Renfield was also informed by a close source in Calgary, Alberta, Canada that there was a house painter in that city (appropriately the same trade that Germany’s future Fuhrer was as a young man) called Brutus Campbell who was openly calling for the deportation of all blacks, Asians and even native indigenous aboriginal First Nations (who were actually here first in the Americas before anyone else) from Canada and make Canada a whites only country.
Hitler’s ghost and Albert Pike’s ghost were still going strong even in the world of the 21st Century.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday June 8th
2018.
Disclaimer: Any resemblance between assholes living or dead is purely intentional.
How To Bring Global Leaders To Their Knees
How To Bring Global Leaders To Their Knees
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was sitting in front of the television flipping through the news channels with his remote.
On one channel,
“The White House still has not said anything about Trump lawyer Rudy Giuliani’s remark at a conference in Israel which was that North Korean leader Kim Jong-un got down on his hands and knees and begged for Donald Trump to declare the Singapore Summit on again…”
Renfield switched to another channel,
“A Japanese porn star 🌟 said that Donald Trump got down on his hands and knees in front of her and begged her to give him a blow job…”
“I don’t have to beg,” Renfield remarked wryly as he drank his rye, “and they pay me the $130,000 afterwards.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday June 7th
2018.
Renfield Crashes Vladimir Putin’s Inauguration
Renfield Crashes Vladimir Putin’s Inauguration
Today Monday May 7th 2018.
Vladimir Putin is inaugurated President of Russia for the 4th time.
The ceremony is held in an ornate Kremlin hall in front of 5000 guests.
It was the same hall used for the coronations of Czars Alexander II, Alexander III and Nicholas II.
Putin walked alone through several hallways and several rooms to the swearing-in ceremony.
He was hailed by the guests as the omnipotent Saint George ready to slay the Western dragon 🐉.
After being sworn in, Putin then gave the Inaugural Address to those assembled.
It was at that moment that British MP Renfield R. Renfield appeared carrying a machine gun.
Observers from the FSB (Russia’s state security intelligence service) recognized the weapon as one that had been given to Mr. Renfield by Oliver North the newly appointed President of the NRA (National Rifle Association).
Mr. North had bought the weapon from a Walmart store when he went in dressed as Napoleon Bonaparte but wearing an Adolf Hitler moustache under his nose.
Ollie (as Ronald Reagan used to call him) was not asked to produce any ID when he purchased the weapon while singing the song, “I want to mow down and kill hundreds of people today.”
FSB agents immediately started firing their guns at Renfield but he kept on going.
Even stranger no blood flowed from the MP.
The agents looked at one another terrified.
Mr. Renfield pulled a giant Bavarian sausage out of his vest jacket (he was wearing a sharp looking Armani suit) and hit former German Chancellor Gerhard Schröder (a staunch Putin supporter and current head of a branch of Russian gas giant Gazprom) over the head with it.
The sausage seemed to go right through Mr. Schröder causing him a great amount of pain.
“Bumsun it all to Hell!” Herr Schröder shouted in a mixture of German and English.
Renfield then pointed his gun at Putin and fired the trigger.
The Russian leader ducked.
The mysterious bullets left laser marks on the podium.
Finally FSB agents tackled Renfield and he vanished into thin air.
“It’s a bloody hologram,” Putin shouted as he got up off the floor, “who the Hell is manipulating that?”.
Putin was right.
It was a hologram invented by Set Enterprises’ Dr. Cadbury Rocher in a technological race with French government scientists to invent the perfect holographic image.
Dr. Rocher won the contest because he developed a holographic image of Renfield R. Renfield whereas French government scientists only invented a holographic image of French President Emmanuel Macron.
DARPA scientists in the U.S. decided not to take part in the race to develop the perfect holographic image as the Oval Office Executive Order directive from above directed them to make a holographic image of Donald Trump dressed only in leopard skin briefs and even the killer robot designing mad scientists at DARPA had yet to descend into that level of evil and madness.
Again Putin’s voice echoed through the Kremlin hall, “It’s a bloody hologram and I want to know who is manipulating it?”.
In his lobster tank at London’s Set Enterprises laboratory, Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was using one claw to operate the joystick of the Cadbury Rocher designed waterproof PlayStation that controlled the Renfield holographic image in Moscow and with his other claw he was using it to play the harmonica in a beautiful musical rendition of Henry Mancini’s Moon River.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday May 7th
2018.
Reblog- A Day In The Life of Dr. Cadbury Rocher
Here’s a vampire novel chapter I wrote 3 years ago-
Day In The Life of Dr. Cadbury Rocher
The brilliant scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher (who some called “mad”, others called “insane” and the politically correct called “sanity challenged”) sat in his office overlooking the laboratory of Set Enterprises.
He looked down at the laboratory and noticed Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster sleeping peacefully in his lobster tank.
Which was a good thing.
The lobster tank had mysteriously exploded on 7 different occasions the past few weeks.
And the higher-ups on the Board of Directors of Set Enterprises were starting to take notice.
Especially the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s new personal chartered accountant Ayn Rand Nosferatu.
A strange woman. Not quite human. Not quite vampire.
And different from both in that x-rays showed that she had within her chest an ancient Chinese abacus in the place where her heart should have been.
Her office was quite intimidating.
She had a statue…
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3-D Printing The Temple of Solomon
3-D Printing The Temple of Solomon
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was sitting alone in his parliamentary office.
The ghost of Sir Winston Churchill wasn’t present because he was being forced to attend a ghostly cocktail party in Purgatory at which the ghost of Lady Astor would be present.
“Like Hamlet’s father’s ghost in Shakespeare’s famous Danish play,” Churchill roared in a paraphrase of Hamlet’s spectral paternal parent, “it is at parties like these where the bad things I did in my days of nature are thoroughly punished.”
“Well, it could be worse,” the atheist Renfield, with no belief in Purgatory, remarked sympathetically, “you could be in Tartarus where Hitler’s ghost is.”
Renfield was unaware that Hades the god of the Underworld had temporarily released Hitler’s spirit from Tartarus at the request of the Norse/Germanic god Odin/Wotan (Churchill’s ghost was likewise unaware of Hitler’s reprieve at the hands of Persephone’s husband).
Hitler’s spirit had entered the body of a grey wolf 🐺 and was currently hanging out with the anti-Semitic ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith as well as paying the occasional visit to Vladimir Putin although Putin was unaware that the grey wolf was possessed by Hitler’s ghost.
Speaking of Hitler and Putin, Renfield was quite pleased with himself because earlier today he had hacked into Russia’s state run television network and put in an image of Vladimir Putin with Hitler’s moustache and haircut that appeared on the TV screen whenever the network ran a news story where the Russian leader was mentioned.
Putin was absolutely livid and furious when he found out and gave the order to all of 🇷🇺 Russia’s intelligence services to find the one responsible and bump that person off with the Novichok nerve agent (at the same time as Putin issued the directive, Russian Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov was giving a press conference in which he emphatically denied that Russia 🇷🇺 was in current possession of the nerve agent).
Renfield had tossed a few bread crumbs to the Russian intelligence services in his speech in the Commons today by continuously referring to Putin as “the Slavic Hitler” in his speech but so far the Russian agencies did not have an intellectual equivalent of Britain’s Sherlock Holmes to pick up on the Renfieldian hints.
Neither for that matter did America’s intelligence services since Donald Trump did not tweet about the subject.
Meanwhile Renfield R. Renfield was currently examining an MI-5 and MI-6 report on a British company called Palmyra Analytica.
The reason Renfield read the report as soon as he heard about it was because his creator Dr. Cadbury Rocher of Set Enterprises was currently doing freelance consulting work for Palmyra Analytica.
Dr. Rocher was building a 3-D printer for Palmyra Analytica.
The 3-D printer when completed would be capable of producing an exact copy (down to the smallest and most exact detail) of the original Temple of Solomon built by Solomon himself.
Renfield was horrified to discover when reading the report that Palmyra Analytica was in fact owned by a front company that was owned by his former boss Set’s arch enemies the Paris-based Egyptian vampiress Isis and the Rome-based Egyptian vampire Osiris.
“Why,” Renfield wondered to himself, “do Isis and Osiris want to rebuild Solomon’s original Temple?”.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 28th
2018.
Michelangelo’s Vision of Rick Santorum’s Wife Being Shot
Michelangelo’s Vision of Rick Santorum’s Wife Being Shot
Amadeus Emanon was in the Set Enterprises laboratory eating a dozen grilled cheese sandwiches and watching Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster who was in his aquarium playing with a waterproof Sherrielock Holmes leather skirted dominatrix Barbie doll.
Suddenly Michelangelo let out a penetrating screech which caused Amadeus to momentarily pause in the middle of eating one of his grilled cheese sandwiches 🥪.
Thirty seconds later Amadeus resumed eating as Michelangelo picked up a psychic vision from the future on his lobster antennae.
The vision was of British MP Renfield R. Renfield on his first political trip to America as a member of the British House of Commons.
Mr. Renfield was at a fancy cocktail 🍹 🍸 political reception in Washington DC.
Absent from the reception was Donald Trump because his hairpiece toupee had been stolen by a Kraken who had mistaken it for a fresh water nest of baby salmon eggs.
“Caviar is being served,” Lexington the White House valet announced.
Among the guests at the reception were former Pennsylvania Senator Rick Santorum and his wife Karen Garver Santorum.
Mrs. Santorum went up to the table where caviar was being served when she was confronted by a man waving a gun.
The man had been diagnosed with a dozen different mental illnesses by psychiatrists at one of the country’s leading medical centres last year.
Last week he had been re-elected the Membership Secretary of his local chapter of the NRA.
And this morning he had purchased a dozen different assault rifles from a local store including the one he now pointed directly at Mrs. Santorum.
The man pressed the trigger eight times in rapid succession.
As FBI agents ran to tackle the man, Renfield spoke sharply to the mentally inept American politician Sen. Rick Santorum, “Don’t stand there like an idiot. Go perform CPR on your wife.”
“But… but… but..” Sen. Santorum stammered, “I’ve never taken a CPR course in my entire life.”
“You’re as useless as tits on a bull aren’t you?” Renfield handed Sen. Santorum his glass of champagne, “Here hold this.”
Renfield ran over to Mrs. Santorum saying, “I have taken a course in CPR.”
Then he glared angrily back at Sen. Santorum, “Shows the truth of that old saying… Those who can, do. Those who can’t, pontificate endlessly on one of many subjects they know nothing whatsoever about.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday March 26th
2018.
Renfield Discusses Dungeons With The Vampire Set
Renfield Discusses Dungeons With The Vampire Set
Renfield R. Renfield MP was discussing the dungeons in the basement of the colossal West London mansion with the mansion’s owner and his former boss the billionaire ancient Egyptian Vampire Set.
“So you want to use part of the basement dungeons as interrogation chambers for MI-6?” Set inquired as he chewed on a roast crocodile.
“That’s right, Boss,” Renfield was used to calling the former Egyptian god of darkness and the desert by that name from the days when he used to work for him.
“Well of course part of the basement dungeons my new Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering Sherrielock Holmes uses for her dominatrix service,” Set licked crocodile flesh off his fingers.
“I know,” Renfield adjusted the cushions under his tender buttocks, “it’s the other part of the basement dungeons that I’d use.”
“And what prisoners will you be keeping there?” Set belched into the evening air.
“Some Russian military intelligence officers we captured in Syria through the efforts of our allies Prince Vlad Dracula and the Israeli Mossad agent the Controller of the Golem,” Renfield replied.
“So you’re moving quickly against Putin’s Russia eh?” Set drank from a jar of Josef Stalin’s blood he kept for special occasions, “while Theresa May is publicly expelling 23 Russian diplomats from the UK, you’re privately rounding up members of Russia’s high-ranking military and intelligence services?”.
“That is correct,” Renfield said, “because if Putin wants to get into a pissing contest with me, he better have strong and powerful kidneys because mine are made of steel.”
Set who was privately worried these days (and nights) that he might finally be coming down with senility at his advanced age of a few thousand years wrinkled his forehead.
He was trying to remember if his Chief Scientist at Set Enterprises Dr. Cadbury Rocher had equipped Renfield R. Renfield with steel kidneys when he had genetically created him in a lab.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 14th
2018.
Michelangelo’s Dream of The Holy Family In Egypt
June 18, 2018 at 10:52 pm (Vampire novel, Commentary, Politics, News, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue) (Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster, Amadeus Emanon, Donaldramses Twitterakhten, Princess Ananka Ivanka, The Forgotten Asshole Pharaoh of Egypt, wall building)
Michelangelo’s Dream of The Holy Family In Egypt
Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was fast asleep 💤 on his waterproof pillow in his aquarium at the Set Enterprises laboratory.
He was dreaming about Egypt some two millennia ago.
Egypt was ruled by a Pharaoh who had a toupee hair piece made out of red spider monkey fur.
The colour of the toupee was a vomit 🤮 inducing to look upon urine coloured golden yellow that looked extremely grotesquely unnatural.
Even Pharaoh’s daughter the Princess Ananka Ivanka had commented on the grotesque appearance of her father’s hair.
The Pharaoh’s name was Donaldramses Twitterakhten (German Egyptologists pronounced the last two syllables of his last name achtung).
Donaldramses Twitterakten built huge monuments to himself that would have made Percy Shelley’s Ozymandias look like the epitome of humility.
One of the things he intended to build was a huge wall on Egypt’s border with Palestine to keep out illegal immigrants.
God knows these people created huge problems for previous Pharaohs resulting in one drowning in the Red Sea as a result of some Hebrew tribal god imagining that he was actually the Creator of the Universe.
After all any sensible person would realize that there was no way any god could be superior to he himself the Divine-God Pharaoh Donaldramses Twitterakhten.
And why were these Jews fleeing Judea anyways Pharaoh Donaldramses Twitterakhten thought to himself.
Their ruler King Herod was such a splendid chap.
Donaldramses Twitterakhten himself had proclaimed what a splendid fellow this King Herod was when he met with him in a peace summit on the Isle of Rhodes.
And surely that summit would allow him to win this year’s Pericles Peace Prize.
Pharaoh already had his soldiers on the border to keep out those nasty Jewish refugees.
Families were stopped at the border and separated.
The parents were arrested for illegal entry into Egypt.
They were put into cages.
The children (separated from their parents) were likewise put into cages.
Into this scene the Holy Family of Jesus, Mary and Joseph emerged against the backdrop of the Pyramids.
Somehow they managed to avoid Pharaoh’s soldiers on the border.
Michelangelo recognized Joseph walking in sandals (alongside the Virgin Mary holding the infant Jesus in her arms as she rode a donkey) from a picture on a waterproof Christmas card that Amadeus Emanon had given him this past Christmas.
Before Michelangelo could say Jack Robinson, Pharaoh’s soldiers descended on the Holy Family and surrounded them with spears.
The baby Jesus was separated from Mary and Joseph and put into a cage.
Meanwhile in Alexandria, Pharaoh Donaldramses Twitterakhten received a standing ovation from his most religiously inclined supporters at a Let’s Make Egypt Great Again rally.
Pharaoh’s wife as soon as she heard about the policy of separating children from their parents and putting them in cages publicly voiced displeasure with her husband’s policy.
Pharaoh displeased asked members of his bodyguard to find a way to “accidentally” throw his wife into a pit of poisonous snakes.
There was no way his wife was going to make an asp out of him.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday June 18th
2018.
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