Mirage

June 13, 2021 at 10:36 pm (Fantasy, Science-Fiction, Short Story)

He was wandering lost in the desert.
He had stupidly wandered his way down a trail he wasn’t familiar with and couldn’t find his way back.
His mobile service didn’t seem to work out here and he couldn’t call for help.
His canteen was almost out of water.
Evening was approaching and a day of desert heat would soon be replaced by a night of desert cold.
Then he saw it.
A blue Chevy truck.
Most likely from the 1930s.
In mint condition.

He looked through the window.
The key was in the ignition and it appeared to have a full tank of gas.
He looked around.
And saw absolutely no one.
It seemed the vehicle was a godsend meant for him.
He got in and drove.

Some 80 odd years earlier at that very spot, a notorious bankrobber Sam Scarface Faring had pulled over to the side of the road to relieve himself.

When he turned around to get back into his truck, it had gone.

Fortunately (or unfortunately) for Faring, a police vehicle soon pulled up along the road and saved him from dying in the desert.

Instead he faced a life sentence in prison.

A mysterious time/space vortex had helped one man in trouble and sent another man to his just fate.

-A short story written by Christopher
Sunday June 13th 2021.

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Dr. Faustus Imhotep and The T-Rex ETs

May 1, 2021 at 10:09 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Science-Fiction, Sorcery, Technology, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )

Dr. Faustus Imhotep the head of DARPA was playing a game of chess via computer with a Russian chess grandmaster.

His smart phone rang.

“Dr. Imhotep,” the voice at the other end said, “Last night a group of T-Rex ETs landed in an extraterrestrial craft and stole a bunch of strategic missiles from the Air Force base at Cheyenne, Wyoming.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Dr. Imhotep pondered his next chess mood, “Shouldn’t you be telling all this to the President of the United States?”.

“Yes, but his aide told us that he’s fallen and he can’t get up,” the voice at the other end pointed out.

“What about informing Vice-President Kamala Harris?” Dr. Imhotep was anxious to make his next chess move, “Surely she can do something about it.

“But Vice-President Harris thinks that the strategic missiles are phallus shaped,” coughed the voice at the other end, “and thinks as such they’re sexist weapons. She wants nothing to do with them.”

“Well I guess Xi and Putin should have no trouble getting America to give up its nuclear missiles should Kamala Harris become President,” Dr. Faustus Imhotep reasoned aloud.

“We did try contacting heads of various government departments and government agencies as well as Senators and Congresspeople who sit on Defense and Intelligence Committees but all of them are attending parties of drunken debauchery or sex orgies this being a Saturday night and so are unavailable,” sighed the voice at the other end, “We knew the only one available on a Saturday night would be you playing chess with someone.”

Dr. Faustus Imhotep sighed.

This is what he got for being a chess playing nerd.

“All right,” Dr. Imhotep agreed, “I’ll send my best agent to look into the matter.”

He buzzed the intercom on his desk.

“Send in Jefferey,” Dr. Imhotep directed.

Minutes later an otter carrying a bottle of Otterbury Beer under one of his flippers entered Dr. Faustus Imhotep’s office.

. . .

French President Emmanuel Macron was strolling up and down the French Presidential Palace.

He was worried due to the fact that 10,000 French military forces members led by 40 officers had signed a petition expressing their concern that Macron’s policies were leading to the destruction of France.

Macron was wondering if a military coup d’etat might be carried out against him.

He looked out the window and noticed a Kraken carrying a machine gun had parachuted out of a French Air Force plane.

Macron gulped.

. . .

It was May 1956.

And Carson Cody Albion had been hired by a Hollywood producer to purchase a group of sketches.

Albion thought that possibly the sketches might be of the Hollywood producer in compromising sexual encounters.

He was to meet a Fraulein Immergrun in the parking lot of a beachside cocktail lounge to purchase the sketches.

Albion was to tell Fraulein Immergrun that he was the member of a government agency named Project Bluebook and then hand the envelope with cash inside (that the Hollywood producer had given to him) to the fraulein.

Albion wondered about the background of this Fraulein Immergrun.

He had found out that there had been a Nazi spy named Fraulein Immergrun.

There were rumours that she had poisoned Britain’s most famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes in the spring of 1939 causing his death.

After the war Fraulein Immergrun had seemingly vanished.

Although there were other rumours that she was the test subject for what was dubbed a Nazi immortality cocktail that was being experimented with in the spring of 1945.

Albion drove into the beachside cocktail lounge parking lot and approached the woman he thought was Fraulein Immergrun.

He handed her the envelope with cash inside.

She opened the envelope and counted the cash.

She then handed him the large manila envelope with sketches inside.

The envelope was to remain unopened.

Delivered intact to the Hollywood producer.

As Albion got back into his car, his curiosity got the best of him.

He opened the envelope.

He was expecting to see sketches of the Hollywood producer in compromising sexual positions.

Instead he saw sketches of a group of alien T-Rex ETs emerging out of a UFO flying saucer.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday May 1st
2021.

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Dr. Cadbury Rocher’s Prototype Teleporter

February 8, 2021 at 11:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Science-Fiction, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

British MP Renfield R. Renfield had recently come in possession of a stash of Russian vodka that Naina Yeltsina had hidden from her husband the late former Russian President Boris Yeltsin.

Because of course if Yeltsin had found them, they’d all be drunk by now.

Renfield had invited Set Enterprises’ eccentric scientist Dr. Marmalade Montague over to help sample them.

“So, what are you up to these days?” Renfield asked as he poured the glasses of vodka.

“I’m watching Dr. Cadbury Rocher build a prototype teleporter,” Montague answered.

“Teleporter?” Renfield looked quizzical, “You mean like Captain Kirk and the U.S.S. Enterprise and “Beam me up, Scotty” and all that?”.

“Exactly,” Montague nodded, “But at this stage, he’s not testing it on mortal humans just yet.”

“You mean he’s not like Big Pharma that’s boldly going ahead where no experimental vaccines have gone before and rolling out the newfangled mRNA vaccines that have skipped a whole bunch of phases of testing and experimentation using a new type of vaccine that’s never been used in the history of science and yet governments and so-called health “experts” are telling us that these vaccines are perfectly safe giving them a level of omniscience that the medieval Scholastic philosophers had previously ascribed to God?” Renfield queried.

“No, he’s not like Big Pharma,” Montague acknowledged.

“So, who’s he using to test his protype teleporter?” Renfield asked.

“A supernatural creature,” Montague answered.

“What type of supernatural creature?” Renfield queried, “It couldn’t be an angel, fallen angel, demon or fairie since they already know how to teleport.”

“Let’s watch the TV news and see,” Montague put on the telly.

There was a clip of former British Prime Minister Tony Blair telling a press conference that all the citizens of the planet must have a vaccine passport and if they don’t have one, they shouldn’t be allowed to travel or be allowed to enter an establishment or place of business or restaurant.

As Blair was talking, the words I AM AN APOSTLE OF THE ANTICHRIST was written on his forehead in black felt ink.

The scene then switched to narcissistic self-proclaimed demi-god Bill Gates (who because he wasn’t Donald Trump his narcissism was totally overlooked by the brainless mainstream Marxist media in the western world as well as other assholes).

Gates smiled orgiastically, “And people may have to get new Covid vaccines year after year, decade after decade, century after century.
Waaahhahahaaaaa!”.

He broke into great gales of uber-DoctorFrankensteinian laughter.

Suddenly the words I AM AN APOSTLE OF THE ANTICHRIST was written on his forehead in red felt ink.

Suddenly a slide showing the Georgia Guidestones inscription that read MAINTAIN HUMANITY UNDER 500,000,000 IN PERPETUAL BALANCE WITH NATURE was projected on to the screen behind Gates.

Then an audio recording of Bill Gates saying, “Way hey! Ho! Ho! 7.5 billion people have to go!” was then played.

The neo-Hitlerian eugenicist Gates then went beserk.

“Someone take down that slide and someone put an end to that audio recording,” Gates foamed at the mouth and then fell over backwards with his head spinning around like Linda Blair in Fast/Forward mode.

Dr. Anthony Fauci at his press conference smiled pompously and smugly and idiotically in a manner that only impressed those who were on the Left of the political spectrum across the globe.

As Fauci once again gave another one of his condescending lectures that sent members of The Washington Post and The New York Times into paroxysms of masturbation from which they might never recover, the words I AM AN APOSTLE OF THE ANTICHRIST suddenly appeared on his forehead written in red and black felt ink.

Dr. Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus the CCP’s stooge at the helm of WHO (World Health Organization) decided to cancel his press conference when he saw what happened at the other press conferences.

He rushed out to his limousine as TV cameras followed him.

The TV cameras captured him getting hit in the face with a coconut cream pie thrown at him by some invisible entity.

“So, I take it this supernatural creature testing the prototype teleporter for Dr. Rocher is a 6 foot 8 tall Welsh pooka bunny rabbit invisible to mortals?” Renfield finished his glass of vodka.

“That’s right,” Dr. Marmalade Montague smiled.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday February 8th
2021.

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Alan Dershowitz and Sobek

May 25, 2020 at 10:58 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, magic, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Science, Science-Fiction, Sorcery, Technology, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Alan Dershowitz and Sobek

Lawyer Alan Dershowitz was conducting a thought experiment.

He was imagining himself a defence lawyer at the Old Bailey in London in 1888, that Jack the Ripper had been caught and arrested and he Dershowitz had been asked to defend the Ripper.

He was playing in his mind his opening address to the jury at the start of the Ripper’s trial, “Members of the jury, I’d like to say a few words about my client who’s the noblest Briton of them all…”

His thought experiment was interrupted by a knock at the door.

He opened it and standing there was the Egyptian crocodile god Sobek.

Dershowitz had met Sobek on a few occasions before in the presence of a presumably late former client of his Jeffrey Epstein.

Epstein used to hang out with Sobek quite often that is when the pervert pedophile financier wasn’t busy hanging out with the likes of Bill Clinton, Bill Gates, Donald Trump and Prince Andrew.

“Sobek,” Dershowitz smiled, “I haven’t seen you since Jeffrey allegedly hung himself in prison after he had knocked himself out and then tied a noose around his neck while still unconscious.”

“Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end,” Sobek quoted old Mary Hopkin lyrics to the attorney.

“What brings you here?” Dershowitz waved the crocodile over to an arm chair in his living room.

“I’d like to thank you for giving those Christians a hard time who think that a mandatory vaccine could be the Mark of the Beast system prophesied in the Book of Revelation Chapter 13,” Sobek sat down and helped himself to some pretzels from an appetizer dish on the coffee table.

“It was no problem,” Dershowitz lit himself a cigar and offered one to the crocodile god which Sobek accepted, “I called their bluff by saying “We all know that the Devil can cite Scripture to his purposes.” And then I proceeded to bolster my own argument by doing just that. Citing an obscure passage in the Book of Leviticus (Chapters 12 and 13 to be precise) which nobody bothers to read anymore save the occasional old fashioned Calvinist and occasional old fashioned Presbyterian who are totally obsessed with blood and gore and all manner of obscure long winded regulations. Heck even most religious Jews don’t bother reading it anymore since we no longer do living animal sacrifices in the contemporary Israelite religion. I myself am a secular inclined Jew. I suppose if I were religious, I might belong to the Synagogue of Satan that Christ and Saint John the Apostle warned about.”

“Glad to hear it,” Sobek blew smoke rings in the shape of Nile River bulrushes.

“Why are you so into mandatory vaccines?” Dershowitz asked.

“Well our friend Jeffrey was into mandatory vaccines,” Sobek smiled showing his perfectly snow white teeth.

“That I didn’t know,” Dershowitz poured a brandy and offered one to Sobek which the crocodile god accepted, “what type of vaccine was he into developing?”.

“It could be used for anything actually,” Sobek sipped his brandy, “He was intending to use administering the vaccine as a cover for something else.”

“And what would that be?” Dershowitz inquired.

“To change people’s DNA,” Sobek answered.

“I knew Jeffrey was obsessed with the idea of creating a master race,” Dershowitz moved a chess piece on a board next to him, “My cousin Anna’s best friend Rachel’s rabbi Goldbloom didn’t approve because it reeked of the Nazis Heinrich Himmler and Adolf Eichmann and their work.”

“Jeffrey was investigating cases where alleged UFO abductees were supposedly given alien implants aboard the UFOs they were taken,” Sobek explained.

Dershowitz looked on in horror as an invisible opponent captured his Queen.

He then looked over at Sobek.

“That I didn’t know,” Dershowitz swallowed his cigar and had to wash it down with brandy, “Jeffrey was always full of surprises.”

“Some doctors did find strange implants in the bodies of a few alleged UFO abductees,” Sobek pointed out, “And what these implants had in common was they were slowing changing the DNA of the abductees.”

“To what?” Dershowitz asked.

“Jeffrey wasn’t sure,” Sobek shrugged, “But it was something not human. His research came to an abrupt end when he was arrested and later suicided in prison.”

“I take it Jeffrey was wanting to administer these DNA changing implants to people,” Dershowitz moved a white bishop on the board.

“He was,” Sobek nodded, “But he realized most people, like the abductees aboard the alien craft, would probably object to having these implants. So he thought they could be administered as an extra bonus. Like say with a mandatory vaccine.”

“I wonder if Jeffrey ever discussed his plans with Bill Gates,” Dershowitz played with his white bishop and a black king’s knight as he looked over at the TV screen and it was showing some old news footage of Bill Gates meeting Pope Francis a few years back.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday May 25th
2020.

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Origins of May The Fourth

May 4, 2020 at 10:00 pm (Entertainment, Film, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Movies, Mystery, News, Science-Fiction, Sorcery, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Origins of May The Fourth

Back in the mid-1970s as George Lucas was holding auditions for the voice of Darth Vader for his upcoming Star Wars motion picture, among those auditioning for the voice role were writer and actor Truman Capote.

This was the line all audition participants were to speak when auditioning for the Darth Vader voice role, “May the Force be with you.”

Then it came Truman Capote’s turn to audition.

Truman Capote (speaking with his usual fruity lisp): May the fourth be with you.

Thinking that for a galactic villain whose voice was supposed to send chills down audience spines and make their blood run cold, the makers of Star Wars settled for the deep baritone voice of James Earl Jones instead.

However back in the early 2000s, an Australian with the popular nickname of Uncle Ernie found the Truman Capote audition video tape in an old Star Wars lunch box he found in some old cupboards in his backyard unregulated and illegal pharmaceutical manufacturing lab.

And a legend was born.

Since that time, May the Fourth became known as International Star Wars Day.

As May the Force Be With You became Truman Capote’s immortal May the Fourth Be With You.

. . .

“Beam me up, Scotty,” William Shatner spoke to his AI automated dispenser of his favourite brand of toilet paper as he sat on his starship throne.

. . .

Meanwhile in the catacombs of Paris, Marmalade Montague the eccentric former baker who had recently proclaimed himself Court Scientist to the Court of Louis Quatorze overheard a plot by a group of Grand Orient Lodge Freemasons to turn Notre Dame Cathedral into a New Age Freemasonic Temple.

Said the Grand Orient Lodge master, “I’ve been told by the Divine Falcon Headed Human Body Hybrid Horus himself that a world altering miracle will happen this coming May 14th.”

“That’s the same day Pope Francis told all the religions of the world to pray together isn’t it?” the Lodge secretary inquired.

“It is,” the Grand Orient Lodge master answered.

Marmalade Montague decided he better exit the catacombs before his presence was noted.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday May 4th 
2020.


The Greek goddess Aphrodite pointing downwards at a snake slithering along the floor of one of the Vatican Museum halls.

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Marmalade Montague: Birth of A Legend

April 21, 2020 at 10:04 pm (Comedy, Entertainment, Folklore, Humour, News, Poetry, Science-Fiction, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Marmalade Montague: Birth of A Legend

In a bakery in Paris 
were posters of the mummy Kharis
Who appeared in 1940s mummy movies 
“Cause Imhotep wasn’t of the jazz Swing era groovies”

The bakery was owned by Marmalade Montague 
At the end of the street or in French “la rue”

Marmalade was an eccentric gent 
And because of the Covid-19 lockdown couldn’t pay the rent 
So into the gutter he was thrown
Getting up, he made a moan 

Inside Marmalade something snapped
opening up a genius untapped 
So into the Paris catacombs he descended 
and ran past ancient pipes all upended 
When he emerged again 
he carried a hen
and wore a silver wig
while his lips munched upon a fig

He was dressed from head to toe in Louis XIV era attire
So it was a good thing that his pants weren’t on fire 
He proclaimed to empty streets 
devoid of all and no words of greets
“I am Marmalade Montague court scientist to the Court of Louis Quatorze”
“So I say to you, Paris, open your doors”

But no doors opened and Marmalade Montague went back to the catacombs 
A world of poor reception for many smart phones 
For Marmalade Montague had gone mad
If he had any friends, they might have felt sad 
But as it was Marmalade had gone from good to bad.

And on this April day a legend was born 
In a world that was by a virus torn
No Sacrifice of the Mass was being said 
Masons hoped to make of Notre Dame a temple of lead
And in Rome, the ex-Vicar of Christ was flaming Bolshevik red 

Marmalade Montague had ceased to be a baker 
In his mind he had become a Louis Quatorze court alchemist faker 
And the world would never again be the same
Although the mainstream media would continue to be lame.

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday April 21st 2020.

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Pan Goatee, Krampus and The Demon Buffalo Headed Metal Rat

January 30, 2020 at 11:09 pm (Aesthetics, Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Science-Fiction, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

Pan Goatee, Krampus and The Demon Buffalo Headed Metal Rat

The genetically created satyr serial killer Pan Goatee was at a nearby shopping centre.

He had just finished buying several cans of Diet Coca-Cola from the Dollar Store so he could feed his caffeine addiction.

Outside the dollar store, he noticed an ugly looking woman with her stupid looking boyfriend so he beheaded both of them and cut both of them up into 999 trillion pieces each.

Rats soon arrived on the scene and ate the very recently departed pair.

A rodent patrol business operator arrived on the scene and remarked, “Business has never been as brisk as it has been the past week.”

Goatee entered the mall’s food court where another ugly looking woman and her stupid looking boyfriend were leaving the scene of their aesthetic and IQ insulting crimes against humanity.

The satyr quickly beheaded and dismembered them (likewise into 999 trillion pieces each) with his astral laser machete.

A Darth Vader wannabe and pen ultimate Star Wars science-fiction fan (who so far had spent the 1st 35 years of his life living downstairs in his parents’ basement and still didn’t know what a shower was used for) said to himself, “I want to get me one of those” as he looked through the window of the mall’s food court.

Rats likewise came over and ate the aesthetic and IQ challenged deceased couple’s multitudinous remains.

When Goatee went to the Subway sandwich counter, a stupid looking individual stood there at the counter and was taking forever to make up his mind (or whatever little there was of it) to decide what he wanted.

Goatee decided for the individual by beheading him and dismembering him according to the satyr’s OCD pre-ordained numerical ratio.

Goatee then decided to go and make his own sandwich at home.

Rats ate the remains of the mindless loser who had gone totally to pieces at the Subway sandwich counter and then rushed to the nearest washrooms where they tossed their cookies (metaphorically speaking).

On his way out from the mall, Goatee received a phone call from his friend the demon goat Krampus (who held joint Bavarian and Austro-Hungarian citizenship although it did him little good in this global interconnected world since both the kingdom of Bavaria and the Austro-Hungarian Empire no longer existed).

Krampus remarked that within the past 24 hours, he had just developed an allergy to the melody of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony whenever it was played.

Now, Krampus sighed, he would no longer be able to attend any events where the European Union National Anthem was played.

“What an awful week you’re having, my friend,” Goatee was sympathetic.

. . .

A giant robotic metal rat was being unveiled by Huawei Technologies for this year of the Metal Rat.

As China’s paramount leader Xi Jinping watched the Metal Rat appear, he wondered why it had the head of a demon buffalo.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday January 30th
2020

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Renfield’s TV Commercial For Enterprise Rent-A-Car

November 22, 2019 at 11:53 pm (Comedy, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Politics, Satire, Science-Fiction, TV Commercials, TV Shows, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Renfield’s TV Commercial For Enterprise Rent-A-Car

Tonight’s candidates’ debate in the Tewkesbury In The Cotswolds constituency wasn’t really a formal debate.

It was more of a get to know the candidates’ night in which each candidate talked about their hobbies or their interests outside politics.

When it was Renfield’s turn to speak, he said his hobby was writing TV commercials.

Said Renfield, “I just wrote a commercial for a North American car rental company Enterprise Rent-A-Car which was filmed today and company executives are currently debating whether to air it on television.”

Amadeus Emanon (who was sitting in the audience) groaned.

He had had previous experience watching some of Renfield’s TV commercials.

“And now I would ask the hall technician to play the video,” Renfield grinned, “You’ll get a sneak peak of that TV commercial which will hopefully be shown in North America soon.”

The video played and it showed actor William Shatner as Captain James T. Kirk wearing the exact same Starfleet uniform that he probably wore in the original 1960s TV series Star Trek.

Clothes he had very much since outgrown.

“Hi,” said a smiling William Shatner, “I’m Captain James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise speaking to you on behalf of Enterprise Rent-A-Car. I’m filling in for my friend Patrick Warburton the usual Enterprise spokesman who’s come down with acute laryngitis ever since he won first place in a Greta Thunberg voice impersonation contest a few nights ago…”

Amadeus sank lower in his chair.

Captain Kirk walked among the cars at the Enterprise Rent-A-Car lot, “Whenever I visit Earth, I use Enterprise Rent-A-Car to get around.
I’ve been Captain of the Starship Enterprise for over 60 years now and I’ve been using Enterprise Rent-A-Car for almost as long. People keep telling me that I should have retired years ago and the way I no longer fit into this Starfleet uniform, perhaps they’re right. I seem to have gone well beyond middle aged paunch in terms of my weight…”

The button on Captain Kirk’s black pants burst and he’s forced to use one of his hands to hold it up.

“Yesterday I rented a car from Enterprise Rent-A-Car to drive to Ottawa where I received the Order of Canada from Canada’s Governor-General at Rideau Hall in Ottawa. Then I rented another car from Enterprise this morning to drive to Washington DC to meet with Donald Trump and tell him that the planet Xenuthalu had concluded its investigation and found no evidence of wrongdoing by Joe Biden or his son Hunter. So Trump, although disappointed, gave the order to no longer hold up nuclear arms sales to the planet. The missiles are now well on their way…”

Kirk looks at his Starship Enterprise smart phone, “Oh-oh. I just got a text message from Mr. Spock saying that the planet Xenuthalu has just signed an alliance treaty with the Klingons.”

Kirk drops the smart phone and bends over to pick it up.

A loud ripping sound from the back of his pants can be heard.

Kirk speaking into his smart phone communicator, “Quick. Beam me up, Scotty.”

Kirk is quickly beamed up just as the Rev. Pat Robertson gets out of one of the Enterprise vehicles.

Says Rev. Robertson, “Oh my God. The Rapture has just occurred. Why am I still here?”.

Robertson in a panic screams, “Why am I still here? You forgot about me, Lord. You forgot about me. Your most important, noble and humble servant you’ve left behind. You’ve forgot about me, Lord. You’ve forgot about me.”

Robertson continues to scream, “You forgot about me, Lord. You forgot about me” as the ad announcer says, “Enterprise Rent-A-Car. Choose your vehicle. Choose your destination.”

The commercial was a hit with Tewkesbury voters.

Not so much with Enterprise corporate executives in America.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday November 22nd
2019.

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The Disembodied Head At CERN

November 16, 2019 at 11:50 pm (Horror, Science-Fiction, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) ()

The Disembodied Head At CERN

Inside the CERN Large Hadron collider, scientists watched in horror as the disembodied head of a silver haired Jesuit priest with a hook nose floated in mid-air on their screens (showing the tunnel) in their computer room.

The head which was surrounded by roaring flames suddenly opened its mouth and an enormous black raven flew out of the mouth and attacked one of the scientists pecking out both of the scientist’s eyes.

“Well, I guess you won’t have to worry about keeping your appointment with your optometrist next week,” the scientist (next to the screaming individual with no eyes) remarked.

The head opened its mouth again and a giant black cat emerged and ripped the heart out of the scientist who made the remark about the appointment.

The Aztec feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl appeared and ate the heart.

“Does this mean we’ve finally been successful at opening the door to another dimension?” A scientist (who had not yet been attacked by objects jumping out of the disembodied head’s mouth) commented.

The disembodied priest’s head once more opened its mouth and a fierce looking red dragon flew out.

The dragon turned into a beautiful exotic looking woman who ate the other dimension seeking scientist with her teeth.

The 4th (and sole remaining) scientist in the room thought he better get to Hell out of there.

Before he did so, he took some photos of the disembodied priest’s head with his smart phone.

He left the room locking it behind him.

The room burst into flames with a fiery breath from the disembodied Jesuit priest’s mouth.

Later at home, the last survivor of the evening shift quartet at that particular lab at CERN used the facial recognition app on his computer to try to identify who the disembodied head of the silver haired Jesuit priest with the hook nose belonged to.

He discovered the disembodied head belonged to Pierre Teilhard de Chardin a French Jesuit priest and paleontologist noted for being involved in discovering Piltdown Man (later acknowledged as an evolutionary hoax) and Peking Man (whose bones became lost during World War II and quite conveniently after other evolutionary scientists besides Teilhard and his associates expressed interest in examining them).

Teilhard was also responsible for formulating the ideas of the Omega Point and Noosphere.

The Jesuit priest died on Easter Sunday 1955 in New York City.

Teilhard’s theological teachings were often cited by Pope Francis in his 2015 encyclical Laudato si.

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher 
Saturday November 16th
2019.

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Guns and The Music of The Night

August 12, 2019 at 10:58 pm (Fantasy, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Poetry, Romance, Science-Fiction, The Supernatural) (, , , , )

Guns and The Music of The Night

Cosmos is truly a cosmic word
It means the whole created order 
Cosmos therefore means much more than universe
Cosmos could mean there are multiverses

In C.S. Lewis’ Narnia books, he talked of a planet where a plethora of worlds grew as trees 
Lewis was truly a visionary 
In his book That Hideous Strength 
He foresaw the rise of Transhumanist science that would occur 50 years later
And as breakthroughs in physics happen day by day 
Which seem to indicate that there are multiverses 
Lewis foresaw that too

And so in another time and another place 
In a multiverse far away
Carmen Rouge stood at the window of an early 20th Century Paris

A Paris under siege by the Kaiser’s forces 
And not stuck in the trenches of northern France during the First World War as happened in our universe

Outside the window was Carmen Rouge’s steampunk artillery gun 
Ready to bring down German aeroplanes and airships

On her small table in front of the window 
Was the candelabra her father carried 
In the depths of the Paris Opera House
Attached to the stand of the candelabra was the mask he wore 
Next to the candelabra was an old phonograph that played her father’s voice 
Her father singing to her mother,
“Softly, deftly, music shall caress you,
hear it, fear it, secretly possess you…
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight 
The darkness of the music of the night”.

For Carmen Rouge is the daughter of Christine Daae and Erik
The Phantom of the Opera

And so around this particular window
In a Paris apartment 
In another Paris
In another universe 
You have both guns
And the music of the night 

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday August 12th
2019.

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