Reblog of More Devious than the Devil| حیله گرتراز شیطان

December 2, 2018 at 11:26 pm (Short stories, Short Story)

A great story written by an excellent storyteller and writer.

A Voice from Iran

A woman asked the Devil: “Do you see that man, the tailor?” and pointed to a small deprived shop.

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Devil said: “Yes.”

The woman said: “He loves his wife so much. Can you make him hate his wife?”

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Devil responded: “It would be very easy.”

The devil walked towards the shop. He tried many tricks on the tailor but couldn’t convince him to dislike his wife. He came back towards the woman and confessed that he is not able to deceive each and every human.

The woman said: “But a woman can.”

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She walked to the tailor’s shop, pointed to an expensive fabric and said: “Can I have two meters of this fine fabric? My son would like to buy a gift for his lover and asked me to help him.”

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The tailor cut two meters of the fabric and handed it to her. The woman walked towards the tailor’s…

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Reblog of Edgar Allan Poe: Swinging Like A Pendulum Do

August 26, 2018 at 8:27 pm (Culture, Entertainment, Film, History, Horror, Literature, Movies, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Short stories, Short Story, Television, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Here’s a short story I wrote almost 2 years ago.

It’s a short story featuring the late great TCM Turner Classic Movies host Robert Osborne:

Dracul Van Helsing

Edgar Allan Poe: Swinging Like A Pendulum Do

It was an old movie from the 1930s on television. Johnson had heard of the film The Pit and The Pendulum based on a short story by Edgar Allan Poe.

But he wasn’t familiar with the 1930s version. He had only heard of a movie version from the 1960s with Vincent Price.

But this 1930s version was totally new to him and here he was a big classic horror movies fan. The Pit and The Pendulum from 1936 with Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff.

Try as he might, he could not recall Karloff and Lugosi ever making such a film. Lugosi had made The Black Cat with Karloff. He had made The Raven. He had made Murders In The Rue Morgue. All based on works by Poe.

But Johnson had never heard of Lugosi doing a movie version of Poe’s The Pit…

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Velvet Screams’ THE BOSS [EL JEFE] #SHORT STORY

August 16, 2018 at 9:01 pm (Short stories, Short Story) (, , , )

An excellent short story written by an excellent short story writer.

CREATIVE WRITING

Come over here right now!” Vuccinio retorted irately as he pushed forward and pulled a file from Noah’s sweaty palms. “Don’t you dare touch this!”he continued and then plodded to the comfort of his office chair. Noah gazed at the file next to vuccinio,his death wish urging him to grab it once more. Noah reached out for it.

Like a careless football,Noah’s head came rolling on the floor, and there came a knock on the door.

Is everything alright in there?” ..“what broke?”. People asked from behind the door and vuccinio replied

mataré a todos..sólo el diablo puede gobernar“.

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Hey!…don’t hold it tight…it hurts!”Stefanie shouted at the hairstylist who frowned at her through the wide mirror. Stefanie turned on the Television. The breaking news was read out on TV.
Hombre encontrado muerto en una habitación de hotel…

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Sadako Shado Tamashi

August 8, 2018 at 10:56 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Horror, International Intrigue, Literature, Movies, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Romance, Short stories, Short Story, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) ()

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.

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Herb Takes A Walk: A Short Short Story

June 27, 2018 at 9:20 pm (Short stories, Short Story) ()

Herb Takes A Walk: A Short Short Story

Herb decided to take a walk in the neighbourhood.

He decided to walk across a school field.

There was a sign warning him that the grass had recently been sprayed.

It didn’t bother Herb at all.

He walked across the field.

Halfway across the field, he keeled over and died.

Later the coroner explained the cause of death.

The sign had warned him Herbicide Application Applied Today.

Herb had ignored the sign at his peril.

-A short short story
Written by Christopher
Wednesday June 27th
2018.

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Cooking With Ricardo: A Short Story

May 29, 2018 at 10:59 pm (Short Story) (, , , , )

Cooking With Ricardo: A Short Story

The Food Channel on television in North America had just started a new program called Cooking With…

Each week would feature a new guest chef 👩‍🍳 👨‍🍳.

And the program for that day would be called Cooking With… whatever the guest chef’s name was.

For example, if the guest chef’s name was Carmen, the program would be called Cooking With Carmen. 👩‍🍳

If the guest chef’s name was Antoine, the program would be called Cooking With Antoine. 👨‍🍳

If the guest chef happened to be a politician of some sort or other, the program would be called Cooking With Gas.

Today’s program was called Cooking With Ricardo.

Food Channel Announcer: Welcome to today’s guest chef episode on the food channel Cooking With Ricardo. And now… here’s our guest chef… Ricardo.

Guest Chef: Today, I’m going to show you how to cook Vietnamese Style Pork Chops. Yes if you’re Donald Trump and you’ve just invited the President of the Islamic Republic of Iran 🇮🇷 over to your White House to bury the hatchet, nothing will seal friendlier relations between the Iranian and U.S. governments in the future than a delicious 😋 meal of Vietnamese style pork chops. While you’re at it, invite Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu over for dinner as well. I’m sure Vietnamese Style Pork Chops would be considered very kosher by the leading Orthodox rabbis in Israel.

(The guest chef emits a loud belch)

Guest Chef: Excuse me. That Johnnie Walker whisky 🥃 tasted as good coming up as it did going down. Now, I got this recipe for Vietnamese Style Pork Chops from my former Vietnamese girlfriend Ho Babylon Minh who broke up with me for some reason after watching her first Ron Jeremy porn film. She claimed Ron Jeremy had something I didn’t. I don’t know what that is. She also broke up later on with a house painter named Bill Campbell for the same reason.

Now for the Vietnamese Pork Chops Ho Babylon Minh style you use 4 pork chops although you can use other kinds of meat 🍖 🥩 as well as I sometimes do.

Okay,

The ingredients-

4 pork chops- bone 🍖 about 1 inch thick although Ho preferred her bones a lot thicker.
2 red bell peppers 🌶 seeded and quartered.
1/3 cup mirin.
2 tbsp rice vinegar.
1 tbsp sambal oelek or to taste (Ho told me I didn’t have any).
1 English cucumber 🥒 seeded and cut into small sticks.
2 cups thinly sliced red cabbage.
Hoisin sauce (optional).
Salt and pepper.

Directions-

1- Preheat the grill setting the burners to High. Brush oil onto the grate.

2- Oil the meat and bell peppers then season with salt and pepper.

3- Grill the meat about 5 minutes on each side or until medium rare. Set aside on a plate and let rest for 5 minutes.

4- Meanwhile grill the peppers on each side.

5- In a small bowl combine the mirin, rice vinegar and sambal oelek.

6- Place the chops on serving plates. Serve with the cucumber and roasted peppers. Add the red cabbage over the vegetables. Drizzle with the dressing. Serve with a little hoisin sauce if desired.

(The guest chef then emits a loud belch)

Guest chef: I’d like to thank my assistant Johnnie Walker for helping me get through this program. I’d like to thank the Food Channel for having me. And I’d like to thank you the television audience for inviting me into your home (I still miss Ho Babylon Minh’s place). This will probably be the first and last episode of Cooking With Ricardo that you’ll ever see.

Food Channel Announcer: You’ve got that right, Ricardo.

Guest chef: Oh, I’m not Ricardo.

Food Channel Announcer: You’re not Ricardo? Who the Hell are you then?

Guest chef: I’m Umberto his former friend.

Food Channel Announcer: Where the Hell is Ricardo?

Umberto (holding up a bone 🍖): Well, here’s a piece of him here. (Holds up another bone 🍖) And here’s another piece of him here.
(Smiles at the camera 🎥) I’m Umberto your guest chef and I’ve been cooking with… Ricardo.

-A short story written by
Christopher
Tuesday May 29th
2018.

Ho Babylon Minh: Former girl friend of today’s guest chef

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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.

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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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Grand Me My Wish… Not: A Short Story By Sherrie De Valeria

March 2, 2018 at 9:57 pm (Comedy, Entertainment, Humour, Short stories, Short Story)

An absolutely hilarious blog post written by my dear friend and fellow writer Sherrie de Valeria.

I think most of my readers and followers will enjoy reading this post but in particular I think my friends George F., Ortensia72 and velvetscreams will enjoy reading it because it will start your day with a good laugh. 😀

MY.THOUGHTS.MY.LIFE.MY.WORLD.

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He felt his eyes are swelling with the burning sensation of confusion and sweats starts to break down his forehead and spine. He swiped his face a few times and moaning, grunting between the sheets, felt the darkness had had him right in his mind. He felt violated by his own thoughts and the mere darkness without the penetrating light, left him scars with a little fear – so, uncomfortable, really.

“Oh, behold this darkness that holds my heart and my mind thus corrupted by unseen chaos and no more light shall shed its color inside this room of my life!” He raised himself up, raised both of his hands and yelled out loud.

Then came a sudden pain that hits his head, something soft and yet, it had left quite a thud in his head. Somewhere he imagines it that he could hear a thunder roar, but without the…

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The Lonely Patient: A Short Story

January 12, 2018 at 9:11 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, News, Short stories, Short Story) ()

The Lonely Patient: A Short Story

The man lay on his bed in the hospital and sighed.

No visitors.

Again today.

No visitors.

No family.

No friends.

No co-workers from his long and varied career.

He had once served in a big and powerful position.

But now that he no longer had that, no one came to see him.

The only people who entered his room were nurses and orderlies.

But even they- once they had done their selected tasks in the room- quickly left.

Most of them glanced at him, grimaced and then left.

The only person who stayed and talked to him and showed genuine concern for him was his doctor.

She wasn’t his regular doctor.

She was the doctor who had been assigned to him when he was admitted to hospital.

No, not even his regular doctor visited him.

No one visited him these days.

The only one who was a constant visitor was this doctor.

She generally showed up every 45 minutes to an hour.

She always said “Hello”, gave him a warm smile as she entered the room and touched his forehead and held his hand and asked him, how he was doing?

When she left, she always turned around and smiled and said, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

And then exited.

And she always was.

Always was back in a bit.

The man himself said very little to her when she was in the room.

Very little at all.

Today at this time as she was about to leave, the man felt compelled to ask her, “I can’t help but notice. You seem to have an accent. Where are you from?”.

She turned and smiled at the man, “Haiti.”

She stood there as if waiting for some sort of response or visual acknowledgement from the man.

Instead the man just immediately turned his head and glanced away.

She left the room and gently closed the door behind her.

The man thought to himself as he continued to look at the drawn curtains on the window.

Had he not years ago once referred to Haiti as a shithole country in a rowdy meeting where he was overheard by several people making those remarks.

The man looked back towards the door.

The woman doctor who had just left the room had great nobility of character.

The man who lay lonely and alone in that hospital room did not.

For he had made his bed.

Now he must lie in it.

-A short story
written by Christopher
Friday January 12th
2018.

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If The Moonrise Don’t Kill Him, He’ll Live ‘Till He Dies: A Short Story

October 11, 2017 at 7:29 pm (Horror, News, Short Story, The Supernatural) (, )

If The Moonrise Don’t Kill Him, He’ll Live ‘Till He Dies: A Short Story

The car drove along the road through the flat countryside.

As it approached the two hills ahead (which the road drove straight through), the driver noticed the moon was rising seemingly just above the hills.

The driver passed a car parked on the side of the road.

The occupants were all lying on the side of the road- bloodied with their throats slashed and intestines ripped out.

The driver did not stop.

The ground ahead of him seemed to shake violently as did the hills.

Lightning struck the sky above the hills.

What was his grandmother’s advice to him before he drove off on the road to see Lenore?

He forgot.

From a far off distance, he could hear the sound of wind and waves striking and slashing the nearby coast.

The driver reached for his Bible on the passenger seat but it had fallen on to the floor under the seat.

He recalled a news item he had read today about the Koforidua River in Ghana 🇬🇭 turning blood red and overflowing.

On the radio, the voice of Donald Trump was raging and threatening war against North Korea 🇰🇵.

What was his grandmother’s advice to him again before he drove off on the road to see Lenore?

He forgot.

The driver quickly gazed on the back seat 💺 to see if he had remembered to pack all his stuff before he left.

It was enough of a distraction for the driver not to see the giant black wolf with huge jowls and huge teeth that had suddenly appeared in front of him and swallowed his automobile as the entire countryside got hit by gigantic raindrops and huge hailstones.

The long huge radio antenna of the old car poked out the wolf’s right eye as he swallowed the car but one of the wolf’s canine back teeth likewise bit through the driver’s right eye as it bit off the roof so Old Testament legal precepts pretty well evened out.

It was too bad the driver hadn’t remembered his grandmother’s advice as he drove off on the road to see Lenore.

-A short story written by Christopher
Wednesday October 11th
2017.

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