Ghost and Rider

September 12, 2016 at 4:03 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Humour, International Intrigue, News, Science-Fiction, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Ghost and Rider

Belvedere the ghost of the Ghost White Salamander who wasn’t being paid enough as a magician’s assistant to Salaman the Magician now worked as a reporter for The Times of London.

He had recently returned from Moscow where he had had a successful interview with Russian President Vladimir Putin.

The shocking revelations of that interview had caused British Prime Minister Theresa May to accidently put cayenne pepper instead of brown sugar on her porridge for breakfast that morning at 10 Downing Street.

Her subsequent screams were even more shrill than when Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau took his shirt off upon meeting her a few days before and asked her if she wanted to pose for a selfie with him.

Now Belvedere had just read an article in The New York Times about a mysterious multi-billionaire who called himself Robur The Conquerer (after the Jules Verne character) who was plotting to fulfill a prophecy that American Scottish Rite Freemason Albert Pike was alleged to have made in a letter dated August 15th 1871 to Italian revolutionary leader Giuseppe Mazzini.

The letter allegedly prophesied 3 world wars and during the third and final war, Pike was alleged to have told Mazzini that the Zionist State of Israel and the Islamic states of the Middle East would destroy one another.

Of course many doubts had been expressed about the authenticity of the letter that Pike had supposedly written to Mazzini.

But whether the Pike-Mazzini letter was genuine or not, this mysterious Robur The Conquerer was hoping to make the prophecy of the Third World War described in the letter (whether genuine or forgery) come true.

“Such a madman must be stopped.”

Those were the final words that New York Times reporter Colin Halloway had written in his article before keeling over after eating a hot fudge sundae that had been heavily laced with polonium-210 an extremely lethal radioactive poison.

The milkshake bar and diner where Halloway had eaten the hot fudge sundae was now under investigation by the City of New York Food and Health Safety Department for possible unauthorized use of radioactive products in the kitchen.

Belvedere was wondering where he could get possible information about the mysterious Robur The Conquerer.

Suddenly the phone rang.

Belvedere had learned how to pick up earthly material based phones with his ghostly ghost white salamander arms after quite a lengthy number of attempts and failures before eventual success (For more information on the origins of Belvedere The Ghost White Salamander please read


So the Ghost White Salamander with great agility picked up the phone.

“Hello?” Belvedere spoke into the receiver.

“This is a friend,” said a voice on the other end.

“That’s nice to know,” Belvedere threw a package outside his office window that had written on it From An Enemy.

The package exploded when it hit the street below.

“I work as a parking lot attendant,” said the voice.

“Really? How much do you make?” asked Belvedere.

“Not much,” answered the voice, “my boss takes a large take even though he’s a millionaire. He owns several parking lots and apartment buildings all across the City of London.”

“How much does he charge for rent?” Belvedere asked.

The place the Ghost White Salamander was currently haunting was a bit too run down for his liking.

“I have no idea,” the voice answered, “but a friend of mine was going to rent a place of his until he discovered the sole window in the apartment was only six inches by six inches and looked out over a darkened alley.”

“That’s terrible,” Belvedere stated as he tried to eat a ghostly ectoplasm hot fudge sundae.

“It is,” agreed the voice, “what I’m calling about is either my boss is the mysterious Robur The Conquerer or he knows the mysterious Robur The Conquerer.”

Suddenly a loud crash could be heard from the other end of the phone.

“What was that?” A concerned Belvedere asked.

“My boss’ truck just crashed into one of the cars parked in the parking lot,” answered the voice.

“I can’t believe it,” another and a lot angrier voice could be heard in the background, “some idiot just phoned me on my cell phone and asked me what my postal code was.”

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday September 10th

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Robur The Conquerer

September 10, 2016 at 12:55 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Science-Fiction, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

On the cinematic theatre-sized screen in his private quarters aboard the plane, the individual known as Robur The Conquerer had a large electronic map of the globe of the world projected on the screen in front of him.

From here, Robur examined the world’s trouble spots.

The plane flew into space. For Robur’s planes already ventured forth where Sir Richard Branson’s Virgin planes only dreamed of venturing.

The Conquerer looked out the window and looked out at the world in real space and time.

. . .

“Who is Robur the Conquerer?” New York Times reporter Colin Hallaway asked CIA Agent Kirk Sandringham.

Sandringham had requested the meeting with his fellow Political Science undergraduate classmate Halloway.

Both had gone their separate ways after graduating from Princeton.

Sandringham had been recruited by the CIA.

Halloway had gone into journalism and eventually became a reporter with The New York Times.

“I have no idea,” Sandringham answered.

“You were the one who contacted me,” Halloway pointed out, “requesting an interview with your remarks being off the record.”

“I know,” Sandringham nodded, “for the past 7 years, I’ve kept hearing at the agency about this individual who’s known only as Robur The Conquerer. I’m not really sure what his agenda was. But after the demonstrations in Tunisia in early 2011 that toppled the government there, it seemed to be his influence that was pushing this administration into embracing the Arab Spring leading to the toppling of Mubarak in Egypt, Qaddafi in Libya and backing the overthrow of Assad in Syria.”

“For what purpose?” Halloway inquired.

“I’m not sure,” Sandringham shrugged, “to support democracy and peace in the Middle East is what he has convinced the current administration of. But lately through information I’ve received, I suspect he’s planning something else.”

“What exactly?” Halloway wanted to know.

“The destruction of Islam,” Sandringham replied.

Halloway had to laugh, “How’s he going to accomplish that?”.

“Through the use of nuclear weapons,” Sandringham looked directly at Halloway.

The answer silenced Halloway for a minute.

“I see,” Halloway finally spoke, “any idea how and when this use of nuclear weapons will occur?”.

“I’m not quite certain at this stage,” Sandringham looked in the direction of the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbour.

This time Sandringham fell silent.

“Is there something else?” Halloway inquired.

“The election,” Sandringham stated blandly.

“What about the election?” Halloway drew his chair close to hear Sandringham’s response.

“Who’s the most anti-Muslim of the two candidates running?” Sandringham looked at Halloway.

His tone of voice didn’t sound so bland.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday September 7th

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