To Overthrow Maduro

February 1, 2018 at 11:31 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

To Overthrow Maduro

Renfield R. Renfield MP was sitting in his parliamentary office drinking from his Churchillian bottle of brandy.

Churchill’s image once again left the oil painting of Sir Winston Churchill that hung in Renfield’s office and sat in the chair across from him.

“So has Dr. Cadbury Rocher brought the vampire Dracula back from the dead so we can use him as our ally in the war against Recep Tayyip Erdogan’s coming revised Ottoman Empire?” Churchill asked.

“He has,” Renfield nodded, “but I’m afraid our dear old Count will have to rest for awhile so that his buttocks can recover from the sound tomatoing that dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes gave him.”

“Hm, pity,” Churchill drank from his spectral bottle of brandy, “so Sherrielock Holmes as an immortal is very much alive. I remember I had my own buttocks tomatoed 🍅 on occasion by the lovely Miss Holmes.”

“Her whip really does seem to get around,” Renfield felt a tingling in his own buttocks.

“I think our next plan should be to overthrow the government of the Marxist despot Nicolas Maduro in Venezuela,” Churchill finished his spectral bottle of brandy.

“And what do you have in mind?” Renfield asked.

“Listen carefully,” said Churchill as he lit a spectral cigar.

Renfield drew closer and immediately started choking on the ghostly smoke 💨.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday February 1st
2018.

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Dracula and Sherrielock Holmes Meet Again

January 30, 2018 at 9:04 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Dracula and Sherrielock Holmes Meet Again

Dracula stood alongside the statue of Queen Boudicca (the queen of the Celtic Iceni tribe who led an uprising in 1st Century AD Roman Britain) near Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament.

He had turned down Dr. Cadbury Rocher’s offer to stay at the Rocher home when he found out that the Set Enterprises scientist was the great grandson of Sherrielock Holmes (the woman who had been called the Dominatrix of the Wild West back in the American west of the 1880s and was now called the Dominatrix of Europe in the 2nd decade of the 21st Century).

Dracula stood looking up at the blue moon in the London night sky.

He had his hands behind his back which was a stupid thing to do in retrospect.

Suddenly he found an extremely sharp stinging object around his hands which quickly tied them.

“When part of you is tied, you can’t turn yourself into a bat 🦇 or wolf 🐺 and try to escape,” said a familiar stern sounding voice.

Dracula quickly whirled around with his hands still tied behind his back.

He quickly discovered that what tied his hands was a long black whip.

And standing there was a familiar figure- Sherrielock Holmes.

She was dressed in a black leather mini skirt, black silk fishnet pantyhose and spiked stiletto boots.

Somewhat different from the attire she wore when he last saw her when she wore long elegant evening gowns as proprietress of The Wild Tomatoes and Mushroom Saloon in the town of Hayden Colorado.

“I want you to come to my dungeon where I’ll show you my etchings,” said Sherrielock, “that I’ll carve with my whip into your backside.”

Later in Sherrielock’s dungeon the Count begged, “Please don’t. I don’t like tomatoed buns.”

“But they’re such a delicacy,” Sherrielock laughed as she cracked the whip across the vampire’s naked backside.

The dungeon masked the screams of the Wallachian prince and Transylvanian nobleman.

So London slept undisturbed by Sherrielock’s act of revenge.

Meanwhile in the U.S. Congress in Washington D.C., Donald Trump was giving the State of the Union Address.

And sitting in the front row of the public gallery was a woman named Katherine Van Dusen known to her close confidantes as Klondike Kate (the woman that Dracula had turned into a vampiress when she worked as a saloon dancer 💃🏻 for Sherrielock Holmes at The Wild Tomatoes and Mushroom Saloon).

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday January 30th
2018.

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Klondike Kate and The Pantages Film

January 28, 2018 at 11:02 pm (Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel, western) (, , , , , , , , )

Klondike Kate and The Pantages Film

Dracul Van Helsing was in London England where he had been asked to meet his friend Interpol agent Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol.

Dracul was to meet Whitstable in the old film projectionist’s room of an old movie 🎥 theatre.

“Hello, Dracul,” Whitstable was putting an old reel of film through an old film projector.

“Wow, this takes me back to my childhood days when all movie theatres were like this before the advent of the big multiplex cinemas,” Dracul looked around.

“I found this old film reel at an antique collectibles store in Paris,” Whitstable explained as he turned on the projector, “it’s most likely a copy of a copy of a copy that was shot way back but still in good condition.”

“How way back was it shot?” Dracul inquired who was wishing he had a carton of hot buttered popcorn 🍿 with him as he looked through the projectionist’s window and out on to the old classic theatre seats.

“1902,” Whitstable answered, “during the dying days of the Klondike Gold Rush.”

“Really?” Dracul was impressed.

He had been raised in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada during the days when they still had an interesting summer festival called Klondike Days when entire families would dress in Klondike attire and celebrate the days of the Klondike Gold Rush in the Yukon which hit its peak in 1897.

Klondike Days was later replaced by a boring summer festival called Capital Ex (which most Edmontonians called the Ex Lax Festival).

It was now called K-Days which gave the impression that the old Klondike Days theme had been restored but really it hadn’t.

“Yes, it shows an interesting encounter between the real Klondike Kate and Alexander Pantages,” Whitstable winked.

Dracul had heard about the famous Klondike Gold Rush love affair between saloon dancer/brothel keeper Kathleen “Kitty” Rockwell and Alexander Pantages then a struggling waiter and bartender (who went on to found the famous Pantages chain of vaudeville and movie theatres across the U.S. and Canada) in Dawson City, Yukon.

“Of course,” Whitstable smiled, “you’ve probably heard about the claim made by a TV show called The Canadians in which it was said that the real Klondike Kate was actually a woman called Katherine Ryan who lived the adventures that Kathleen Rockwell borrowed for her own use.”

“I’ve heard that, yes,” Dracul acknowledged.

“Well this film which I’ve had authenticated by various film experts shows us indeed who was the real Klondike Kate in action with future motion picture theatre mogul Alexander Pantages,” said Whitstable in dramatic fashion.

After watching the reel of film (which would probably be considered soft porn by today’s movie standards), Dracul turned to Whitstable and said, “The real Klondike Kate was a vampiress.”

“So it would appear,” Whitstable lit a cigarette in a manner more reminiscent of the Smoking Man than Fox Mulder.

“She certainly bit him with her fangs and sucked his blood but she doesn’t seemed to have killed him or turned him into a vampire,” Dracul reflected, “if Pantages had become a vampire, he might have been able to beat that phony rape charge that Joseph Patrick Kennedy Sr. orchestrated against him in 1929 in his effort to destroy a motion picture rival.”

“Yes, a vampire would have made minced meat out of a slime ball like Kennedy,” Whitstable agreed.

“Any idea who this vampiress is?” Dracul asked.

“I’ve determined that her name was Katherine Van Dusen and she was apparently turned into a vampiress at a Wild West saloon called The Wild Tomatoes and Mushroom Saloon in the town of Hayden Colorado back in the early 1880s,” Whitstable explained, “and the rumour which I’ve been unable to verify was that she was turned into a vampiress by Count Dracula himself.”

“The Wild Tomatoes and Mushroom Saloon?” Dracul recognized the name from conversations he had with Dr. Cadbury Rocher, “Do you happen to know the name of the proprietress of this saloon?”.

“Sherrielock Holmes,” Whitstable answered.

Meanwhile Dr. Cadbury Rocher was having dinner with Dracula at the Savoy Hotel in London.

“Did I ever tell you that my great-grandmother is still alive?” Dr. Rocher picked up sirloin steak on his fork, “She’s immortal but she isn’t a vampiress.”

“Really? What’s her name?” Dracula asked over his roast beef and Yorkshire pudding.

“Sherrielock Holmes,” Dr. Rocher answered.

Dracula’s face turned as white as the table cloth prior to his dumping gravy all over it at the mention of Sherrielock’s name.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday January 28th
2018.

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“Kiss Me, Kate” “Bite Me!”

January 27, 2018 at 11:30 pm (Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel, western) (, , , , , , , , )

“Kiss Me, Kate” “Bite Me!”

Dracula was in a second floor saloon bedroom at The Wild Tomatoes and Mushroom Saloon in the Wild West town of Hayden, Colorado making out with one of the saloon dancers 💃🏻- a woman named Katherine Van Dusen.

Sherrielock Holmes had told the Wallachian prince and Transylvanian nobleman (he held the title of Count of the Carpathians in the latter country) that he could make out with the saloon dancers 💃🏻 if he chose but she had put her spiked stiletto high-heeled foot down at the idea of turning any of them into vampiresses.

The Count was indeed getting it on with the red dress wearing Katherine Van Dusen whose red dress and black silk nylons were almost off at the moment.

“Kiss me, Kate!” Dracula shouted in the only line he knew from Shakespeare’s The Taming of The Shrew.

“Bite me!” Kate answered.

“What?” Dracula looked puzzled.

“Turn me into a vampiress!” Kate demanded.

“But do you know what your boss Sherrielock will do to me if I turn you into a vampiress?” Dracula raised one of his dark eyebrows.

“What are you?” Kate mocked him, “A vampire lord or a mouse 🐭?”.

“Well some people call bats 🦇 flying mice,” Dracula reflected.

“Shut up and bite me!” Kate showed the count her ivory white neck.

Dracula finally gave in and bit her on the neck.

“Suck me! Suck me! Suck me!” Kate screamed.

A phonetics and linguistics analysis professor who was in the next bedroom with another saloon dancer 💃🏻 remarked to his nocturnal companion, “I think that poor woman next door is unable to distinguish between an s and an f.”

Dracula had soon sucked Kate’s blood and then opened one of his veins and allowed Kate to suck his own.

Sherrielock, concerned by the shouting in Kate’s bedroom, had opened the door.

Miss Holmes’ face soon turned as white as the evening dress she was wearing.

“Dracula, you’ve turned one of my saloon girls into a vampiress,” Sherrielock hissed.

She ran to her office and pulled a whip and a cat o’ nine tails out of her desk drawer.

She then ran back into the room and said to the Count, “I’m going to tomato 🍅 your buttocks until they’re as red as the glistening liquid substance on your fangs.”

Dracula quickly turned into a bat 🦇 and got the Hell out of there.

“Meatloaf is ready!” The saloon cook shouted from downstairs.

Sherrielock looked out the room’s open window and shouted in the direction of the flying bat 🦇, “You can rest assured, Dracula, that someday the two of us will meet again. And when we do, there will be Hell to pay.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday January 27th
2018.

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Dracula Meets Sherrielock Holmes

January 26, 2018 at 10:02 pm (Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel, western) (, , , , , , , , , )

Dracula Meets Sherrielock Holmes

Sherrielock Holmes did come downstairs wearing a lovely black evening dress.

She asked Belvedere her bartender, “Where are the troublemakers?”.

“They’ve left,” said Belvedere.

“Who are you?” Sherrielock Holmes asked the elegant stranger standing at the bar.

“The name,” the stranger bowed courteously, “is Dracula.”

“Dracula,” Sherrielock smiled a knowing smile, “like Vlad III the medieval 15th Century prince of Wallachia.”

Dracula gasped.

He didn’t think anyone outside Eastern Europe had heard of him.

This, Dracula thought to himself, was one intelligent woman.

Which made her a force to be reckoned with.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday January 26th
2018.

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A Mysterious Stranger In The Wild West

January 25, 2018 at 11:00 pm (Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel, western) (, , , , , , )

A Mysterious Stranger In The Wild West

It was a warm autumn evening in October of 1880 when a tall dark stranger arrived in the Wild West town of Hayden Colorado.

He did not arrive in town on horse or by stagecoach like most strangers did.

He just suddenly appeared in the night out of nowhere.

Although seconds before, a bat 🦇 had flown out of the night sky and landed on the main street in town in front of The Wild Tomatoes and Mushroom Saloon.

Where the bat had once flown, a tall distinguished man in elegant European style dress now stood.

The man with top hat and elegant cloak and coat with an elegant walking stick on whose top was the engraved carved head of a black wolf 🐺 entered through the swinging doors of the saloon.

The hustle and bustle of the saloon suddenly stopped when the stranger walked through the door.

All eyes turned on to the elegantly dressed stranger.

Every rough and tough rough and tumble cowboy looked upon the stranger with contempt.

The gunslinger with the meanest reputation in town walked up to the man and knocked off his top hat while laughing, “Well, well, what do we have here? A bit of a dandy eh?”.

The stranger gave the gunslinger a kick that sent the man flying out the door into the street.

The gunslinger’s best friend immediately pulled out his six shooter and fired all 6 bullets into the stranger.

The stranger did not even wince let alone keel over to the floor like any normal man would have done.

“Now, gentlemen,” Belvedere the bartender called out, “you know the Boss doesn’t like guns being fired in the saloon.”

Silence fell in the saloon.

The Boss was a breathtakingly beautiful Englishwoman with a fierce temper.

They didn’t call her the Dominatrix of the Wild West for nothing.

She’d quite literally whip any wrongdoer.

“What happened to the bullets?” Asked the startled 😱 man who fired the shots.

The elegantly dressed stranger calmly opened his right hand (which had been clenched into a fist) and dropped six bullets on to the floor one by one.

Everyone in the saloon immediately looked away from the stranger.

With the exception of Belvedere the bartender.

“Care for a drink, sir?” Belvedere was wondering if his boss Miss Sherrielock Holmes would come running down the stairs from her office wondering what the shots were about.

The elegant stranger took off his hat, cloak, coat and wolf’s head walking stick and laid them on the bar.

“I think I shall,” said the man as he took off his elegant black leather gloves.

“A glass of wine 🍷 perhaps?” Belvedere suggested.

“Yes,” said the man in a heavy Eastern European accent that sounded either Hungarian or Romanian, “I do drink wine 🍷 and I hope someday no one says otherwise.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday January 25th
2018.

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Orson Welles and The Woman of Mystery Part 3

August 15, 2017 at 9:24 pm (Arts, Culture, Entertainment, Film, History, Literature, Movies, Mystery, News, Science-Fiction, The Supernatural, Vampire novel, western) (, , , , , )

Orson Welles and The Woman of Mystery Part 3

“So,” Welles looked over again at Serena, “From where did Serena learn this ancient Egyptian spell that turned Belvedere into a ghost white salamander?”.

“You mean from whom?” Serena smiled seductively at Welles and licked her lips.

“From whom?” Welles looked at her quizzically, “You mean it was a person who taught her this spell?”.

“Let’s just say a being or an entity,” Serena laughed once again as she threw back her hair.

“And who is this being or entity?” Welles asked the blonde enchantress seated on the desk in front of him.

“It’s revealed at the end of the script,” Serena winked at him, “at the end of the movie.”

“But I notice the last few pages of the script are missing,” Welles held up the papers in his hand.

“That’s because I want you to take an oath never to reveal the ending of the script before I show it to you,” Serena brought out a King James Bible from her purse since she knew Welles loved the language of the King James Bible.

“An oath?” Welles looked shocked, “But my grandmother warned me never under any circumstances to join the Freemasons.”

“I’m not asking you to take a Freemasonic oath,” answered Serena who had recently seen a Vatican Cardinal do just that.

“That’s good,” Welles breathed a sigh of relief, “I don’t really relish the idea of getting my throat slit from ear to ear or getting disembowelled within stepping distance of the ocean.”

“No sane sensible person would,” Serena agreed.

“But how then are we to make this movie if the ending is kept a secret?” Welles looked at her.

“This will be the most unique movie in all recorded history, Mr. Welles,” Serena spoke in a whisper, “to go along with all the unique movies you have made. This movie will be released to the general public to see within a year of its making but its ending will only be seen in a re-release of the film several years down the road. You of course will shoot the ending Mr. Welles with your own unique style but the ending will be kept on a separate reel stored in a Swiss bank vault and released to the general public several years down the road during the film’s re-release.”

“What a splendid idea,” Welles enthused, “so splendid in fact that it’s a wonder I didn’t think of it…”

“You will, Orson, you will,” Serena laughed.

“So how long will the public have to wait before they see the film’s ending during the movie’s re-release?” Welles asked.

“August 2017,” Serena answered with a smile and a sudden flick of her classic vintage antique railway watch.

“That’s a long way aways,” Welles looked at Serena with an understated expression of shock and astonishment.

“72 years,” Serena did not bother counting the years down on her fingers and toes as she did not have that many fingers and toes.

. . .

Needless to say the chief executive of RKO Radio Pictures Studios did not look at Welles with an understated expression of shock and astonishment when Welles described the project to him.

In fact, the studio head had even taken back the cigar he had offered Welles when the young genius film maker had entered his office.

“A bit early in the day for you to be drinking isn’t it, Orson?” The studio head exploded, “Now get out of here and come back with a more practical idea for a picture.”

Welles hurriedly exited the studio head’s office.

As he left, he heard the studio head’s pet parrot say, “Squawk. You should drink no wine 🍷 before its time. Squawk. You should drink no wine before its time.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday August 15th
2017.

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Orson Welles and The Woman of Mystery Part 2

August 9, 2017 at 5:48 pm (Arts, Entertainment, Film, Movies, Mystery, Romance, Science-Fiction, The Supernatural, Vampire novel, western) (, , , , , , )

Orson Welles and The Woman of Mystery Part 2

It turned out that Serena was a screenplay writer.

“A screenplay?” Welles reached for her script, “And what sort of screenplay have you written?”.

“It’s for a Western,” Serena replied.

“Really?” Welles raised an eyebrow, “I was just contemplating whether I should make a Western. You must have read 📖 my mind.”

“It’s a great mind to read, Mr. Welles,” Serena smiled at him.

“Thank you, my dear,” Welles started to read through her script.

When he had finished reading, Welles peered at Serena, his eyes looking at her just above the script.

“So, let me get this straight,” Welles looked at Serena, “this Wild West saloon bartender named Belvedere is still a virgin at 45 years of age. He is propositioned by one of the recently hired working girls at the saloon/bordello (which Belvedere naively doesn’t know is a bordello as well as a saloon) to come up to her room above the saloon and sleep with her. When he wakes up the next morning after a night of passionate lovemaking, not only is his virginity now gone but he’s received a bill for $20 as the price of payment for her sleeping with him.”

“That is correct,” Serena sat on Welles’ desk and crossed her lovely nylon clad legs as she smoothed her skirt.

“Ah, those glory days of the Wild Wild West,” Welles smiled, “it’s considerably more than $20 for such services these days.”

Serena looked at him.

“Or so I’ve been told,” Welles cleared his throat.

Serena just smiled.

“And then,” Welles returned to the script, “when Belvedere refuses to pay her, she uses an ancient Egyptian spell to turn him into a white salamander. In fact a colour of white that was ghostly white in colour so he becomes a ghost white salamander.”

“That is correct,” Serena nodded.

“And then in a panic once he discovers that he’s become a ghost white salamander, Belvedere runs down the outside stairwell of The Wild Tomatoes and Mushroom Saloon and jumps into the Main Street of the town where he is promptly run over by a covered wagon heading west. He dies instantly and becomes the ghost of a ghost white salamander.”

“You’ve got it,” Serena threw back her hair and smiled at him.

“You know,” Welles sat there and reflected, “years ago when I was in my radio studio in New York City 🌃 and doing my final script reading of the Mercury Theatre On The Air’s War of The Worlds broadcast before it was actually broadcast over the airwaves, a ghost white salamander named Belvedere appeared to me and told me a similar story of what had happened to him. Later I just thought I had fallen asleep at the microphone 🎤 while rehearsing and dreamed the whole thing.”

“Maybe you didn’t dream the whole thing,” Serena uncrossed and crossed her legs again.

“I must say,” Welles laughed, “that I love the idea of the proprietress of this Wild Tomatoes and Mushroom Saloon where Belvedere works being Sherlock Holmes’ lesser known twin sister Sherrielock Holmes who’s a professional dominatrix by profession.”

“It makes for interesting reading doesn’t it?” Serena laughed.

“And for even more interesting camera 🎥 angles and close-up shots,” Welles mused aloud with a huge smile on his face, “I particularly love the directions in the script where the saloon/bordello’s new working girl Serena… say that just hit me now… same name as yours… has a classic old style railway watch that hangs on a chain down the middle of her bosom.”

“Yes, Belvedere really liked that,” Serena smiled, “he was always asking what time it was.”

Welles looked at her and laughed, “You almost talk like you were there.”

Serena just smiled and said nothing.

“Funny that dream… or what I thought was a dream the day I was rehearsing for that evening’s War of The Worlds broadcast back on October 30th 1938, Belvedere the ghost white salamander told me that he thought it was a gypsy he didn’t pay for sleeping with him who turned him into a ghost white salamander,” Welles recalled.

“It wasn’t a gypsy,” Serena pulled a classic vintage antique railway watch on a chain up from her blouse, “it was a time traveler.”

“A time traveler?” Welles smiled at her, “so we have a movie that’s both a Western and Science-Fiction at the same time?”.

“That is correct,” Serena put the antique railway watch back down her blouse undoing some buttons at the top.

Welles had noticed this action.

“I say,” Welles said to her, “you wouldn’t happen to know what time it is would you?”.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday August 5th
2017.

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Orson Welles and The Woman of Mystery

August 4, 2017 at 5:41 pm (Arts, Culture, Film, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Romance, Science-Fiction, The Supernatural, Vampire novel, western) (, , , , , , )

Orson Welles and The Woman of Mystery

It was August of 1945. Japan had surrendered. Hitler was dead. Roosevelt was dead. Churchill had been defeated in the recent British general election.

And Clement Attlee, Harry Truman and Joseph Stalin had met in Potsdam to decide the fate of the world.

And Orson Welles was busy contemplating the next movie he should make.

He was thinking of making a movie about the aftermath of the war.

But given what the world just went through, maybe audiences were looking for a film that wouldn’t be about war.

What then?

A western perhaps?

It was watching John Ford’s 1939 Western film Stagecoach over and over again that Welles had taught himself the techniques of film making when he had signed the unprecedented contract with RKO Radio Pictures to make 3 films for them.

But what sort of Western?, Welles wondered to himself.

His secretary walked into his studio office, “A young woman here to see you, Mr. Welles.”

“Really?” Welles looked out his office door and noticed a very beautiful young blonde woman standing in the reception room.

Welles stood there positively enchanted.

“Send her in,” said Welles.

His secretary motioned the woman to enter.

The young beautiful blonde woman did so.

Welles’ secretary exited and closed the door behind her.

“I’m Orson Welles,” Welles extended his hand.

“Serena,” the young woman shook his hand.

“Serena…?” Welles waited for a last name.

The woman looked at him and smiled, “The past is history and the future is mystery. So for now, I’m just Serena.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday August 4th
2017.

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South African Artist SAREJESS and The Cuckoo Cuckoo Clock

July 27, 2017 at 3:30 pm (Art, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Romance, Science-Fiction, The Supernatural, Vampire novel, western) (, , , , , , , , , , )

South African Artist SAREJESS and The Cuckoo Cuckoo Clock

The great South African artist SAREJESS was once again dreaming a dream.

He was dreaming he was in a Wild West bordello room above a Wild West saloon.

The date on the room’s calendar was marked August 15th 1885.

Outside the room through the window (for the drapes were not closed) was a neon sign that said The Wild Tomatoes and Mushroom Saloon.

SAREJESS scratched his head and thought to himself, had neon lights even been invented yet back in the 1880s?

A lobster suddenly appeared on the floor of the room and started speaking to SAREJESS, “This sign was made from the earlier Geissler tubes and was arranged in a sign for this saloon by the saloon’s genius proprietress owner Miss Sherrielock Holmes who is the love of my life. Albeit an unrequited love since she is human (although an immortal human) and I but a mere lobster (albeit a lobster with psychic abilities).”

“A lobster with the power of speech?” SAREJESS was amazed.

“But only in my dreams or, in this case, in your dreams,” answered the lobster whose name was Michelangelo, “for in the real world outside dreams, my geneticist creator Dr. Cadbury Rocher did not give me the power to speak. Which is a shame. Otherwise every night, I’d crawl out of my salt water tank and use Dr. Rocher’s mobile phone to phone and text message Sherrielock Holmes and recite Shakespearean and Byronic love poems to her.”

“I’m sure she’d be impressed,” said SAREJESS.

“Indeed, she would,” Michelangelo nodded, “for she is a woman of impeccable good taste.”

The lobster then vanished with the next cry of the cuckoo clock.

Meanwhile in the bed in the room, the man in the bed (whose name was Belvedere) rolled over on top of the lovely blonde woman with nice knockers in the bed (her name was Serena).

“Oh my gosh,” Serena gasped, “here you come again.”

“Wasn’t that the name of a Dolly Parton song?” SAREJESS asked himself.

The cuckoo clock’s cuckoo then came out of the clock again.

This time the cuckoo bird had the face of Orson Welles as he appeared in the 1949 film The Third Man.

“You know,” a much older looking Orson Welles (the same age Welles was when he gave his last interview with Merv Griffin on October 10th 1985) dressed as an ancient Egyptian Pharaoh appeared to SAREJESS, “I always regretted during my long theatrical career that I never played the role of an ancient Egyptian.”

Then SAREJESS woke up.

The Paint Zombie (as his wife now called him due to his recent spate of nocturnal painting sprees) then rushed to his studio where he painted a picture of two cuckoo clocks. One had a cuckoo bird with the face of Orson Welles as the Third Man coming out of it and the other clock had a cuckoo bird with the face of Orson Welles as an Egyptian Pharaoh coming out of it.

As his wife remarked later, “You’ve definitely gone cuckoo, Tim.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday July 27th
2017.

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