Brazil’s Jair Bolsonaro Solves The Mystery of The Amazon Rainforest Fires

November 30, 2019 at 11:56 pm (Detective story, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Brazil’s Jair Bolsonaro Solves The Mystery of the Amazon Rainforest Fires

Brazil’s President Jair Bolsonaro managed to get a copy of the incomplete report that London private eyes Agathor Christie and Magog Rhys Petley had given to Lev Tomi the Secretary-General of the UN Secretariat On The Environment and Climate Change on who was responsible for setting the Amazon Rainforest fires back in the summer.

Christie and Petley were frightened by the creatures, gods and goddesses and other supernatural beings they encountered in the Amazon Rainforest so they eventually gave up on their investigation.

But that still didn’t stop them from charging a huge exorbitant fee to Tomi for their incomplete services.

Bolsonaro had called a press conference to reveal who was responsible for setting the fires without bothering to read the incomplete report.

Now that he had read it, Bolsonaro realized that he was up Shit Creek without a paddle.

He helped himself to another jar of those delicious Uncle Ernie’s Australian Fruit Gummy Bears that his good friend Donald Trump had sent him and downed several handfuls.

As he reflected, he suddenly recalled a name that his wife Michelle had called out in her sleep last night, “Leonardo.”

Furious, Bolsonaro walked out into the hall, faced the press and accused Hollywood actor Leonardo DiCaprio of “giving money to set the Amazon on fire”.

Foamed Bolsonaro, “This Leonardo DiCaprio is a cool guy, right? Giving money to torch the Amazon.”

. . .

The Norse trickster god Loki watched the Jair Bolsonaro press conference on television.

The idiotic pronouncement gave Loki an idea.

It would certainly make for a wonderful joke if the phantasm that was the spectral ghost ship of the R.M.S. Titanic suddenly made an appearance on the Amazon River.

To do that, he went to see Hades the Greek god of the Underworld to see if the plutocrat would grant a temporary dispensation to the phantasmal shade that was the spectral ghost form of the R.M.S. Titanic to sail down the Amazon River.

Hades granted Loki the request and soon reports of the spectre of the ghostly form of the R.M.S. Titanic going down the Amazon River were being reported and shared on social media.

As Loki walked back chuckling from Hades’ throne room, he walked past a room in Hades’ palace where the ghost of Leonardo da Vinci the famous Renaissance artist, scientist and inventor was boasting to the ghost of one of the Medicis that he had recently paid a nocturnal spectral visit to Michelle Bolsonaro the wife of the current Brazilian President.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday November 30th
2019.

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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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Blood Red Moon Passover

April 14, 2014 at 7:59 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, Mystery/horror, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Blood Red Moon Passover

As the high-ranking American diplomat prepared to enter NATO Headquarters in Brussels Belgium for discussions on the ongoing military escalation of the crisis in Ukraine, he started to wonder why the symbol for NATO also contained the acronym in reverse OTAN.

He suddenly noticed a figure entering NATO Headquarters.

The figure, he thought to himself, closely resembled artistic depictions he had seen of the Norse god Odin.

Or as he was called in the Old High German tongue Wotan.

. . .

Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was howling and barking all over the streets of Moscow having turned into a werewolf with the presence of the full moon in the night sky.

But as the moon was eclipsed in tonight’s lunar eclipse, he turned back into human form.

As he did, he was attacked by a strikingly beautiful long- haired brunette woman wearing a very tight skirted gold mini- dress and black silk fishnet nylons and literally glowing blood red spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.

The woman was Russian Vampiress Svetlana Kireeva an agent of the FSB.

As she bit his neck and drained and sucked a little blood, the Greek vampire Ares (who was worshipped as Mars the god of war by the ancient Romans) walked by.

As the Red Planet Mars rose above the blood red moon in the Moscow night sky, Ares remarked sadly in a loud voice, “I have the feeling that my girl friend Aphrodite is cheating on me and making love to somebody else and it isn’t her husband Hephaestus.”

“It’s Wotan the chief god of the Germanic pantheon she’s making love to,” Svetlana called out after him as blood dripped down from her fangs.

. . .

The lunar eclipse was not visible in the Jerusalem night sky as the Controller of the Golem walked back home from his synagogue where he had been attending Passover services.

However as he looked at the night sky, he thought he could see a huge serpent like figure rising above the Temple Mount.

It gave a whole new meaning and a rather eerie one at that to that ageless question that’s asked at every Passover, “Why is this night different from all other nights?”.

. . .

The Royal Canadian Navy ship Sir John A. MacDonald was sailing in the North Atlantic.

As the captain peered through his binoculars, he thought he could see a huge passenger ship appearing on the horizon.

That was strange.

He looked at his watch.

It was 11:40 PM April 14th 2014.

There weren’t supposed to be any passenger ships in this area at this time.

Stranger still, the passenger ship seemed to be a giant colossal steamship.

The captain thought the age of huge passenger steamships was surely past.

As the ship seemed to edge closer towards his own vessel, he again peered through his binoculars so he could see the name of the ship.

What the – ?

The name said, R. M. S. Titanic.

The ship that had struck an iceberg at 11:40 PM ship’s time the evening of April 14th 1912.

And had finally sunk beneath the waves of the North Atlantic at 2:20
AM the early morning of April 15th 1912.

. . .

The radio was on in the Park Avenue apartment of the New York City billionaire who had recently hired contract assassin and serial killer Pan Goatee.

Although no one was in the room.

The body of the parrot Caesar still lay dead on the floor of his bird cage after he had been shot and killed by the New York City billionaire a few days before.

So far the maid still hadn’t dropped by to bury Caesar not to praise it.

“Good evening New York,” the voice on the radio said, “or perhaps I should say Good morning since it’s now 2:20 AM. Did you catch tonight’s lunar eclipse? I didn’t get a chance to get out of the broadcast booth. And speaking of broadcasts, this is my 102nd broadcast on this station.
And speaking of the number 102, it’s been 102 years since the Titanic sank…”

At that moment the huge globe of the world (with the grotesque face painted on it) that sat in front of the huge black curtain behind which the billionaire sat when he received visitors- crashed to the floor and shattered into over 7 billion tiny pieces.

. . .

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday April 14th
2014.

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