Jack The Ripper: A Love Story Excerpt 78 By Malcolm Marsh

July 23, 2018 at 10:17 pm (Crime, Detective story, History, Horror, Literature, Mystery, Mystery/horror) (, , )

An excellent suspense novel about Jack the Ripper told from the Ripper’s point of view by a great writer and storyteller- my friend Malcolm Marsh.

Malcolm Marsh - Author

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 78 )

  He went to the International Working Men’s Educational Club, which was the nearest building and returned with two men, Isaac Kozebrodsky and Morris Eagle, the trio discovered that she was dead, her throat cut!

They re-entered the club and raised the hue and cry, but they were too late, the moment that the returned to the club, I was away, I had no intention of hanging around to be caught by the mob.

Louis Diemschutz , When questioned later by the Police, said that he was certain that the Ripper was still in the premises when he arrived, he said he could sense his presence. How right he was. I had made good my escape, and would return to kill again, hopefully before this night was over.

When conversing with Inspector Abberline after the killings, He mentioned the…

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The London of The Ripper and Beyond

January 13, 2016 at 7:15 pm (Crime, Culture, History, Poetry) (, , , , , )

The London of The Ripper and Beyond

The clock tower ringed by fog and mist
a sentinel of time shrouded in mystery
The cling clang of horse’s hooves across the bridge
signaling a time other than our own
when our transport vehicles are silent
save for the incessant honking of the horn by the solipsistic narcissist within.

Carriage stops
door opens
out steps a man in black
black hat
black cloak
black cape

A woman’s scream in the night
that seems to piece the very fog itself
Such a scream was the signal of distress in the Ripper’s London.

And like those times of fog and mist
The Ripper legend continues to be shrouded in mystery.
Oh what foul deeds of darkness were then committed in the dark of night
Foul deeds that now are committed by others and broadcast on TV-morning, evening, day and night
In these times, darkness has become our normal light.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday January 10th
2016.

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London 1888

February 24, 2013 at 5:48 pm (Commentary, Horror, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Poetry) (, , )

Jack was nimble

Jack was quick

Jack snuffed out life’s candlestick

he cut like a knife

no one’s wife

but women of the night

he left a grisly sight

the streets of London were his killing fields

to death’s sharp edge some one yields 

and the Ripper ripped

while aristocrats sipped

from glasses of champagne

and Jack achieved immortal fame.

 

 

-A poem about the world’s first

 vastly publicized serial killer

 Jack the Ripper

 who terrorized the streets of London

 in 1888.

 

-written by Christopher 

 Monday February 11th 2013.

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