"OGz Write Away":
How far would you go?
O. G. Tomes wants to k...: How far would you go? O. G. Tomes wants to know? The difference between taking the easy way and the road less traveled is in...
EVERYTHING IS EVERYWHERE What choices do you make? .
Subscribe To VAMPIRE WONDERLAND
Posts
All Comments
Twitter.com/wilkravitz
Posts
All Comments
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
a continuation--- AND THE VAMPIRE STEPPED OUT OF THE SHADOWS
The monk-not-quite- a monk felt the breath against his throat. He laid down upon the bare, gray mattress and stared up into the darkness. The night creature said - Will you always stand by me?....... He whispered - Yes.......... The night creature said - Will you take your rest where I take mine?......... He nodded....... Then it asked for presents..... not now.....just from time to time. He promised. Then the night creature kissed him, a small, chaste kiss upon his cheek. The voice said - Do you love me?...... The monk-not-quite-a-monk whispered - I don't know.... Then it giggled. Odd to think about vampires giggling, but of course they giggle. They can do anything. Four heartbeats later, it stopped. For a few moments, all was silent. Then it whispered - You will.
Strong, thin hands grabbed his head, contorting it, the better to expose the artery. He fought at first. Instinct is instinct. But the tiny voice went - shhh, shhh...... And he stopped. Two heartbeats later, he felt the first bite. A tiny nip. A small, sharp cut. A personal intimacy unlike any other. And then the blood began to flow. Soon there were other bites, quick, little nibbles spread over his body..... the inside of a forearm....... along the bicep.... the calf..... the cheeks..... and other equally sensitive places.
Now death usually comes to those so drained, but the thing-in-the-night returned the favor, slicing into its own vampire flesh and offering up a rare elixir unlike any other. The monk-not-quite-a-monk drank, at first tentatively, but then with gusto, till his mysterious benefactor whispered - Stop!...... And he did.
They lay there, motionless and quiet for perhaps twenty three heartbeats. And then the dogs began to howl. They knew. They sensed the transformation and even from their prison in the abandoned office far below, they tasted this new and different thing.
The vampire said - Come. It is not over yet...... She helped him to his feet, took him by the hand and led him up through the emptiness to the cool, black expanse of the tar coated roof, where a huge, full, rabbit moon (as the Chinese say) smiled down.
And then the 'peeling' started. She wanted him to lie down. But he preferred to stand, as the last bits of mortality fell away.
When it was over she dried him with a crumpled sheet (brought solely for that purpose) and dressed him in new clothes.
Five minutes later it was time to feed.
And Annie helped him chose his first true meal...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
please hit the SHARE BUTTON. leave a COMMENT. thank you.
Strong, thin hands grabbed his head, contorting it, the better to expose the artery. He fought at first. Instinct is instinct. But the tiny voice went - shhh, shhh...... And he stopped. Two heartbeats later, he felt the first bite. A tiny nip. A small, sharp cut. A personal intimacy unlike any other. And then the blood began to flow. Soon there were other bites, quick, little nibbles spread over his body..... the inside of a forearm....... along the bicep.... the calf..... the cheeks..... and other equally sensitive places.
Now death usually comes to those so drained, but the thing-in-the-night returned the favor, slicing into its own vampire flesh and offering up a rare elixir unlike any other. The monk-not-quite-a-monk drank, at first tentatively, but then with gusto, till his mysterious benefactor whispered - Stop!...... And he did.
They lay there, motionless and quiet for perhaps twenty three heartbeats. And then the dogs began to howl. They knew. They sensed the transformation and even from their prison in the abandoned office far below, they tasted this new and different thing.
The vampire said - Come. It is not over yet...... She helped him to his feet, took him by the hand and led him up through the emptiness to the cool, black expanse of the tar coated roof, where a huge, full, rabbit moon (as the Chinese say) smiled down.
And then the 'peeling' started. She wanted him to lie down. But he preferred to stand, as the last bits of mortality fell away.
When it was over she dried him with a crumpled sheet (brought solely for that purpose) and dressed him in new clothes.
Five minutes later it was time to feed.
And Annie helped him chose his first true meal...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
please hit the SHARE BUTTON. leave a COMMENT. thank you.
Friday, June 8, 2012
The Vampire ALEXIOS is Our Friend
Gotta wait til tomorrow to find out who the VAMPIRE in the shadows is. My foot's caught in a PARALLEL UNIVERSE again and something is T-T-T-TICKLING it.
And I'm stuck laying on the FLOOR, typing this on my STOMACH, 'cause the elusive PORTAL is right by the DOG DOOR. Once I got my foot stuck in there too.
I hope SOMEBODY comes home soon, 'cause in two minutes I'm gonna need like a BEDPAN, or a BIG WOK, or something...
But why should you SUFFER? Go have FUN. VISIT http://caballoblue.com . And even if you can't click on it, GO ANYWAY. READ THE BLOG. SCROLL DOWN. EXPLORE A LITTLE. I don't even know how to describe this WONDROUS SITE to you. All I can say is TRY IT. YOU'LL LIKE IT! ------- Billy
^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
this one really deserves for you to click on the SHARE BUTTON... thanks
And I'm stuck laying on the FLOOR, typing this on my STOMACH, 'cause the elusive PORTAL is right by the DOG DOOR. Once I got my foot stuck in there too.
I hope SOMEBODY comes home soon, 'cause in two minutes I'm gonna need like a BEDPAN, or a BIG WOK, or something...
But why should you SUFFER? Go have FUN. VISIT http://caballoblue.com . And even if you can't click on it, GO ANYWAY. READ THE BLOG. SCROLL DOWN. EXPLORE A LITTLE. I don't even know how to describe this WONDROUS SITE to you. All I can say is TRY IT. YOU'LL LIKE IT! ------- Billy
^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
this one really deserves for you to click on the SHARE BUTTON... thanks
Thursday, June 7, 2012
THE PRAYER OF THE MAGIC THIEF
Conrad, for that was his name, stared into the cracked, blemished mirror and studied his teeth. The room was small and hot. No windows. Just a sink. Just a toilet. That's all he had. It was originally a powder room for seamstresses. They made Halloween costumes. Belfry-Bat, Cowgirl Sal, Soldier-Man-Tim. You could still see silver glitter pressed into the floor boards.
He carefully maneuvered his tongue along each tooth, but the 'eye' teeth were special. Large and sharp. If they were only a little longer.
What power she had. What magic. He remembered the eyes. He remembered the laugh. He remembered the pain. He remembered it all. Vampires could do that. At least the strong ones could.
A fat, little, shinny, brown spider raced along the dirty, green wall. He brushed it into the sink and gave it the water cure. Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, down the drain. So much for a life.
Then he went out into the shadowy expanse of the former workroom. Moon light washed in through tall, filmy, bare loft windows, bathing the naked floor in sepulchral tones.
The dogs were locked away in a small, ruined office far below. The 'monk' needed quiet. He had to think. Oh, he liked the magic of 'The Brotherhood.' He'd been to Saint Shamus, itself. They even let him hold the relics. And even now, he could taste the waxy bones upon his fingers.
But this was different. This was real. Faith is one thing. Certainty is something else. And he knelt on the gray, little mattress and prayed. Oh, what he would do with such power. He'd slice through 'evil,' a holy soldier in God's own army. Please, let it be like that. Please, let it be like that. He trembled in anticipation.
And then the vampire spoke. A voice came forth from the shadows...... Have you decided? - it asked...... The monk-not-quite-a-monk nodded....... There was a soft, dry chuckle. The vampire said - Then say it. You have to say it.......... The monk sniffed for a moment, then whispered - Let me be but a link in a chain. May no man know its source.
The vampire stepped out into a moon beam, got down beside him, took hold of his hand and said - May you never know pain. May you never know fear. May you hide from death, now and for forever.....
All was silent.... and perhaps two heartbeats later, it began.....
-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-
please hit the SHARE BUTTON. please leave a COMMENT. thank you
He carefully maneuvered his tongue along each tooth, but the 'eye' teeth were special. Large and sharp. If they were only a little longer.
What power she had. What magic. He remembered the eyes. He remembered the laugh. He remembered the pain. He remembered it all. Vampires could do that. At least the strong ones could.
A fat, little, shinny, brown spider raced along the dirty, green wall. He brushed it into the sink and gave it the water cure. Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, down the drain. So much for a life.
Then he went out into the shadowy expanse of the former workroom. Moon light washed in through tall, filmy, bare loft windows, bathing the naked floor in sepulchral tones.
The dogs were locked away in a small, ruined office far below. The 'monk' needed quiet. He had to think. Oh, he liked the magic of 'The Brotherhood.' He'd been to Saint Shamus, itself. They even let him hold the relics. And even now, he could taste the waxy bones upon his fingers.
But this was different. This was real. Faith is one thing. Certainty is something else. And he knelt on the gray, little mattress and prayed. Oh, what he would do with such power. He'd slice through 'evil,' a holy soldier in God's own army. Please, let it be like that. Please, let it be like that. He trembled in anticipation.
And then the vampire spoke. A voice came forth from the shadows...... Have you decided? - it asked...... The monk-not-quite-a-monk nodded....... There was a soft, dry chuckle. The vampire said - Then say it. You have to say it.......... The monk sniffed for a moment, then whispered - Let me be but a link in a chain. May no man know its source.
The vampire stepped out into a moon beam, got down beside him, took hold of his hand and said - May you never know pain. May you never know fear. May you hide from death, now and for forever.....
All was silent.... and perhaps two heartbeats later, it began.....
-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-
please hit the SHARE BUTTON. please leave a COMMENT. thank you
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Papa Goes a Hunting, but First He Gotta Comb His Hair
He usually plays it close to the vest. Papa doesn't like all the others to know his business. Maybe it comes from being caged up in quasi Vatican cellars all those years?... No, wait. Excuse me. Not years...centuries. And why did a near invincible creature like him submit to such a thing?
I suppose vampires go crazy too. And what are they gonna do, call some radio show? Oh, they do that. At least some of them do. We can tell a vampire voice, though. Not so much by the sound, but the rhythm..... the cadence. There's a certain beat. Mortals often miss it. They think it's 'stagy,' or pretentious. Such self-limiting Cretans they are.... so afraid of being different.
Tonight he's got an 'itch.' gonna go kill somebody. Gonna kill 'em real good. Yeah, yeah, yeah... he sticks to bad guys whenever he can. But the operative word is 'whenever.' I think the transit of Venus has something to do with it. You know, that thing where 'Earth's twin' sails across the fiery disc of the sun? Like a roach skimming 'cross lava. Except the surface of the sun is five times hotter than that. But Venus doesn't even come close. It's all just an optical illusion.
Cro-Magnon 'seers' knew about it. They had shamans called 'strong eyes.' Used to stare at the sun through narrow, little slits in horse bones...ribs mostly. The horse was a 'solar' animal, 'cause the sun seemed to gallop 'cross the sky and all. Papa grew up with those people. Even went back after the 'change.' They didn't pray to vampires. They used them... for 'magic'.... for power....for fun. Each settlement tried to get a vampire, if they could. Life -eaters was 'high tech' in them days. Came in handy on hunts too, 'specially them night time, lunar jaunts they used to have. Big bovines slept then. And I ain't talkin' 'bout no little moo-cows like you got today. I am talkin' bout a 'royal' aurochs...... like a big, white solid wall. Five cubits high at the hump. Maybe more. Horns like carved, iron pikes. Ever see them 'Flintstone' art galleries they got in them old, French caves? well then you know what I mean.
Papa used to vault through the moon beams, land on its back, grab hold a the neck (couldn't get his arms all the way 'round it) and bite right in. Big, buck vampire like him, weaken it up real good. Then, when it crash down on the ground, all them skinny guys run in wit' their little jab-jab sticks and do the rest. Make like they big hunters. Hell, it easy to go jab-jab in a belly of a two thirds dead butcher shop. That how much meat they get out of it. You would not believe it.
I guess most a y'all know how old he is. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he look like he thirty two or thirty three years old. But that bastid twenty eight. Twenty eight thousand, I mean. He say he is. And I don't see no reason to doubt him. Once he drew up a sky map wit' all the constellations they had back then (star patterns change, you know) and this goomer from The Franklin Institute (where the Philadelphia Planetarium is) check it out. We sittin' in a boof all the way in the back a Little Pete's, on Seventeenth Street. I like to smell the coffee. Papa does too. The goomer from the planetarium, he like the pan cakes. But he almost choke on one of 'em when he see that map....... How you know this? - He say...... But Papa just smile. Sometime he like to do like that, 'cause the planetarium guy see his teef. He see 'em real good. Make like nothin' wrong. But I know he scared. All a sudden he gotta go outside. All a sudden he start talkin' real fast.
Papa let him go. But then little bit later he go out too. Did he kill him?..... No, not all the way. But he do make him into a really good familiar. You know they got lotta little alley ways 'round that place.
Now, what I be tellin' you?..... Oh, yeah.... He do plan a do some killin' tonight..... Slow killin', like where he drain a arm, til it look like a raisin. Then do the other arm. Then do the legs. Next come the belly. Then the tittie area. Make no difference if it a man or a woman. Tittie area come next. That the way it go. Them what know say it burn real bad too. Like havin' the meat all dried up and cooked, while the 'dinner' still alive.
But he doan mean nothin'. He jus' playin'. Look a him comb his hair. He like the way he look.
An' if you wanna know who I am, never you mind. I am jus' Mister Never-You-Mind. That all you bastids gotta know.
Look, if you 'round this way tomorrow night.... I tell you more.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
much obliged if y'all hit the SHARE BUTTON and leave a COMMENT.
I suppose vampires go crazy too. And what are they gonna do, call some radio show? Oh, they do that. At least some of them do. We can tell a vampire voice, though. Not so much by the sound, but the rhythm..... the cadence. There's a certain beat. Mortals often miss it. They think it's 'stagy,' or pretentious. Such self-limiting Cretans they are.... so afraid of being different.
Tonight he's got an 'itch.' gonna go kill somebody. Gonna kill 'em real good. Yeah, yeah, yeah... he sticks to bad guys whenever he can. But the operative word is 'whenever.' I think the transit of Venus has something to do with it. You know, that thing where 'Earth's twin' sails across the fiery disc of the sun? Like a roach skimming 'cross lava. Except the surface of the sun is five times hotter than that. But Venus doesn't even come close. It's all just an optical illusion.
Cro-Magnon 'seers' knew about it. They had shamans called 'strong eyes.' Used to stare at the sun through narrow, little slits in horse bones...ribs mostly. The horse was a 'solar' animal, 'cause the sun seemed to gallop 'cross the sky and all. Papa grew up with those people. Even went back after the 'change.' They didn't pray to vampires. They used them... for 'magic'.... for power....for fun. Each settlement tried to get a vampire, if they could. Life -eaters was 'high tech' in them days. Came in handy on hunts too, 'specially them night time, lunar jaunts they used to have. Big bovines slept then. And I ain't talkin' 'bout no little moo-cows like you got today. I am talkin' bout a 'royal' aurochs...... like a big, white solid wall. Five cubits high at the hump. Maybe more. Horns like carved, iron pikes. Ever see them 'Flintstone' art galleries they got in them old, French caves? well then you know what I mean.
Papa used to vault through the moon beams, land on its back, grab hold a the neck (couldn't get his arms all the way 'round it) and bite right in. Big, buck vampire like him, weaken it up real good. Then, when it crash down on the ground, all them skinny guys run in wit' their little jab-jab sticks and do the rest. Make like they big hunters. Hell, it easy to go jab-jab in a belly of a two thirds dead butcher shop. That how much meat they get out of it. You would not believe it.
I guess most a y'all know how old he is. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he look like he thirty two or thirty three years old. But that bastid twenty eight. Twenty eight thousand, I mean. He say he is. And I don't see no reason to doubt him. Once he drew up a sky map wit' all the constellations they had back then (star patterns change, you know) and this goomer from The Franklin Institute (where the Philadelphia Planetarium is) check it out. We sittin' in a boof all the way in the back a Little Pete's, on Seventeenth Street. I like to smell the coffee. Papa does too. The goomer from the planetarium, he like the pan cakes. But he almost choke on one of 'em when he see that map....... How you know this? - He say...... But Papa just smile. Sometime he like to do like that, 'cause the planetarium guy see his teef. He see 'em real good. Make like nothin' wrong. But I know he scared. All a sudden he gotta go outside. All a sudden he start talkin' real fast.
Papa let him go. But then little bit later he go out too. Did he kill him?..... No, not all the way. But he do make him into a really good familiar. You know they got lotta little alley ways 'round that place.
Now, what I be tellin' you?..... Oh, yeah.... He do plan a do some killin' tonight..... Slow killin', like where he drain a arm, til it look like a raisin. Then do the other arm. Then do the legs. Next come the belly. Then the tittie area. Make no difference if it a man or a woman. Tittie area come next. That the way it go. Them what know say it burn real bad too. Like havin' the meat all dried up and cooked, while the 'dinner' still alive.
But he doan mean nothin'. He jus' playin'. Look a him comb his hair. He like the way he look.
An' if you wanna know who I am, never you mind. I am jus' Mister Never-You-Mind. That all you bastids gotta know.
Look, if you 'round this way tomorrow night.... I tell you more.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
much obliged if y'all hit the SHARE BUTTON and leave a COMMENT.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
AFTER THE BALL IS OVER..... JERSEY SHORE TOWNS DURING THE 'DEAD' SEASON
Go click on the post about HEADLESS TOMMY. It's the one right under this. Shore towns have a certain etherial ambiance after the summer dies... Oh, the ghosts are still there NOW. It's just that you can't see 'em with all the bright lights and crowds...
++++++++++(o o)++++++++++
~
please press the SHARE BUTTON. please COMMENT. thank you...
++++++++++(o o)++++++++++
~
please press the SHARE BUTTON. please COMMENT. thank you...
vampire wonderland: HEADLESS TOMMY TELLS US ALL ABOUT THE GHOSTS OF NE...
vampire wonderland: HEADLESS TOMMY TELLS US ALL ABOUT THE GHOSTS OF NE...: My name is Tommy. I guess I'm a ghost. They twisted my head round and round till it got all wobbly and fell off. Then they burned me up and ...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)