The Hellish Serpent Advancing Towards Yellowstone: A Haiku

July 20, 2018 at 10:47 pm (Horror, News, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , )

The Hellish Serpent Advancing Towards Yellowstone: A Haiku

Slithering snake snows
flakes of pure sulphur venom
Grand Teton fissure

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Reptilian On The Temple Mount

December 16, 2017 at 9:53 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Reptilian On The Temple Mount

The Mossad agent they call the Controller of The Golem was in his Jerusalem office when one of his aides entered the office.

“Sir, minutes ago a UFO was spotted above the Temple Mount and now an ET has been seen walking around the Temple Mount,” said the aide.

“An ET?” The Controller ran his fingers through his hair, “Is it an ET gray?”.

“No, sir,” the aide shook his head, “It’s a reptilian.”

“A reptilian?” The Controller turned white, “Those are nasty motherfuckers.”

“Indeed, sir,” the aide agreed, “that’s why agents at the location have given it the code name Oedipus.”

“Tell them I’ll be there as soon as possible,” the Controller realized that his corned beef sandwich would have to wait.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday December 16th
2017.

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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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The Howling of The Frost Giants: A Poem

December 23, 2016 at 4:14 pm (Folklore, Horror, Mythology, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , , )

The Howling of The Frost Giants: A Poem

Outside the house the frost giants howl
preparing for the Norse Ragnarok
December 2016- a descent into darkness
A land of winter but no Christmas
as C.S. Lewis foresaw
A Narnia ruled by a Queen of Snow and Ice

Outside the house the frost giants howl
to the materialist just great gusts of wind and snow
to the magician wicked spirits of ice and snow
risen from the depths of Niflheim
Loki calls to Thor in adversarial jest
Fenrir howls at Odin
Great serpents rise in this land of the damned
A Hell minus centigrade and minus Fahrenheit
where snow and ice devour instead of flames

Trolls and ogres have left their underground caves
and openly walk the streets of the city
great blemishes of ugliness and decay
Oh for the laser machete of Pan Goatee to slaughter such ugly beasts

Outside the house the frost giants howl
Christmas without Christ is here
but instead of a Transhumanist technological utopia
Old beasts and old gods have returned
Old devils laugh in glee
mocking lights on a Christmas tree.

Man and Superman- thy godhood has arrived
but lesser than the trees and the stars
More powerful ancient spirits are also here
This is the season Prophets and Mystics did fear
It has come to pass
in the form of Wintery blast
The Frost Giants are here!
They laugh and they jeer!
An Ice Age Reign of Terror!
Talk of a Promised Land- all in error!
As gods fall from a celestial hall, wolf and serpent scowl,
Outside the house the frost giants howl.

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday December 19th 2016.

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Easter Reflections In A World Haunted By The Zombie Apocalypse

March 28, 2016 at 7:12 pm (History, News, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , , )

Easter Reflections In A World Haunted By The Zombie Apocalypse

Jesus rose from the dead
But Jesus is not a zombie
He is not the Living Dead
He is the Living fully living and truly alive (in a glorified body- perfectly alive now and forever)

-A poem written by Christopher
Easter Monday
Monday March 28th
2016.

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Cthulhu Rising: A Poem

March 8, 2016 at 9:08 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, Mystery/horror, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , )

Cthulhu Rising: A Poem

Beneath the waters of the South Pacific
lies a place quite horrific
The underwater city of R’lyeh
where sailors dare not parley
a city inhabited by a monstrous beast
if you saw him, on you he’d feast
and drink wine fermented by yeast
The beast a mix of octopus, man and dragon
alcoholics who see him fall off the wagon
he stands hundreds of meters tall
so when he goes down, it’s quite the fall
with webbed human looking arms and legs
he has some difficulty getting at rum from kegs
a pair of rudimentary wings on its back
testified to by a hippy on crack
with octopus head and so many tentacles surrounding its mouth
it has some trouble gazing anatomically south
Simply looking upon the creature drives one insane
and your wife will then find you a first rate pain

And so on this March night in 2016
beneath the ocean was set this scene
Cthulhu arose from his sleep
rising to the surface without a peep
and feeling an oncoming attack of diarrhea
swam far to distant coasts of Syria

And there amidst his watery stool
navies of the world will play the fool
armies and forces of the air too
so will unfold a new Waterloo
but which world empire will crumble into dust
and all its military equipment left to rust
soon time will tell and all will unfold
for those left, death will seem more precious than gold

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday March 8th 2016.

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The Mysterious Figure Atop Mount Moriah

November 30, 2014 at 9:12 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, Mystery/horror, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

The Mysterious Figure Atop Mount Moriah

A mysterious figure walked atop Mount Moriah.

The mount called Temple Mount by the Jews.

And Haram al-Sharif (Noble Sanctuary) by the Muslims.

The man was not seen by either Israeli or Palestinian as he walked atop the mount.

A strong wind suddenly blew down on top of the Mount as he walked.

A voice seemed to echo out of the wind as it engulfed the mount, “What angel directs this whirlwind?”.

The man suddenly vanished.

And darkness fell over the city of Jerusalem as a major massive power outage occurred and a huge dark cloud settled over the city blocking out the stars.

“The lights have gone out over Jerusalem,” a voice said in the darkness.

“And we shall not see them lit again in our lifetime,” a voice next to him answered.

The sound of machine gun fire echoed through the night.

Then the sound of two bodies dropping to the ground.

And then silence.

An eerie silence.

And then the howl of a jackal.

The Night of the Jackal was at hand.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday November 30th
2014.

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The Tamurlane File

April 28, 2014 at 6:21 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Espionage, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Tamurlane File

The high-ranking Mossad official who was known only as the Controller of the Golem was reading through his files.

Now that Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan had announced that he was increasing the power of the Turkish Secret Service giving it greater powers of surveillance and extending immunity for its agents, the Controller of the Golem decided to read all the information Mossad had about a certain individual within the Turkish Secret Service who was known only by the code name Tamurlane.

The Controller of the Golem had concerns about this Tamurlane.

He was convinced the man was anti-Semitic and anti-Israel.

Coincidentally just as he was reading through the Tamurlane File, he was handed a new document that had been sent to Mossad by an Israeli agent in the field who was reporting from Pergamon Turkey.

The Mossad agent in Pergamon had apparently uncovered the true identity of Tamurlane.

Excitedly the Controller of the Golem grabbed the newly arrived document and read the name.

Tamurlane was one Imam Mehmet Moustapha the imam of a mosque in Istanbul.

As the Controller of the Golem read details about Imam Mehmet Moustapha, he felt literally quite sick to his stomach.

-To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday April 28th
2014.

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Vision of Apocalypse

November 23, 2011 at 10:04 pm (Poetry) (, )

Skeletons and graveyards are all that remain,
my heart stopped beating because of all the pain.
Why does the sun shine when it feels like pouring rain?
Just to lose with nothing left to gain.

Bitter trees produce bitter fruits
because the darkness rises through the roots
from deep underground in poisonous caverns dwell
all the wretched pitiless hounds of Hell
They are the true conquerer worms
who make that creature Humanity squirm.

And now the gentle smiling statue shall fall,
and all of us on our knees must crawl,
with the Devil’s laugh and sneer,
who’ll stay to shed a single tear?

No more will this Earth be green,
and blue skies shall remain a dream
buried under the light of endless night
and pure water shall fade from human sight,
only the taste of blood ’cause might makes right.

-Vision of Apocalypse
A poem written by Christopher Dracul Van Helsing
Wednesday evening November 23rd 2011.

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