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Showing posts with label Horror Short Story based on the Song by Iron Maiden by Mark Antony Raines* Ghostman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horror Short Story based on the Song by Iron Maiden by Mark Antony Raines* Ghostman. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 May 2022

Two Minutes to Midnight #Horror

The hands of the eternal clock slowly move towards two minutes to midnight, tick ,tick ,tick.
The four horseman mount up ready to be let loose as thier blackened hearts burn inside, waiting for the barrel of fun thier will inflect on the human who are unaware of thier upcoming living death.
The signs were being missed by the humans as thier wished like ostriches to Bury thier heads and switch off from the constant wave of bad news.
The sun was getting hotter due to thier pollution of the planet thier caller Earth.
Food was getting harder to produce due to war ,raising fuel costs, over population, noone cared anymore or prayed for thier souls.
Satan in hades looking up to God in heaven was getting impatient due to all the new souls he was waiting to hear thier napalm screams in the flames of the river of the sinners to him it would be a belsen feast.
(Let the horseman go about thier business let us show the unbelievers the carnage ,oil thier wars ,deny food to thier children)cried out the Devil.
God replied (The cosmic clock is set to two minutes to midnight let them live thier hopes and dreams until midnight arrives)
Tick ,tick,tick the hands on the cosmic clock move,suddenly the second hand and the big hand hit midnight.
The four horseman ride upon the earth ready to kill the unborn children in the womb,make humans into body bags of little rags of who they once more,sending thier souls to thier final judgment day, no St Peter at the gate with a book, just straight to the light or to the jet black plutonium darkness of Hell.
Madness descents on the humans making dance and sing to thier hidden desires ,some point a gun to thier head and blow away the pain and suffering with a lead bullet through thier head.
Nothing is left but the broken pieces of rock and dust of the planet once called Earth, no memory of the creatures that once lived thier .
Two minutes to midnight
We are already thier.