Tuesday, 4 June 2019
Monday, 3 June 2019
Bizarre Horror Short story as scary as well a tiny crumb on your belly by Mark Antony Raines Comedy Friendly Zombie Production 2019
Curse of the Weathered Kettle
Whilst investigating the death of a local fishmonger, a virtuous gardener called Tony Jolie uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, weathered kettle circulating throughout Africa. As soon as anyone uses the kettle, he or she has exactly 203 days left to live.,as it was said back in the days long ago The said kettle belonged to a shaman of small tribe who used it to cast voodoo spells on his tribal enemies.The curse involves people being turn to a tattered dog which is hung upside with a photograph of said tattered dog on the floor ,written in top of the photo is The words No more.
Tony gets hold of the kettle, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into his mind: a scary bear balancing on a skinny fishmonger, an old newspaper headline about a motor accident, a hooded rabbit ranting about feet and a drinking well located in a deserted place.
When Tony notices his abs have dog-like properties, he realises that the curse of the weathered kettle is true and calls in his father, a doctor called Harry Thunder, to help.
Harry examines the kettle and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. He finds the scary bear balancing on a skinny fishmonger particularly chilling. He joins the queue for a supernatural death.
Tony and Harry pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded rabbit. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?of the Spotty Sandwich
Whilst investigating the death of a local psychiatrist, a noble detective called Una Jolie uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, spotty sandwich circulating throughout New York. As soon as anyone uses the sandwich, he or she has exactly 75 days left to live.
The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look zombified. A marked person feels like a grand rat to touch.
Una gets hold of the sandwich, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into her mind: a deprived badger balancing on a scheming psychiatrist, an old newspaper headline about a catapulting accident, a hooded frog ranting about hands and a drinking well located in a beautiful place.
When Una notices her eyelashes have rat-like properties, she realises that the curse of the spotty sandwich is true and calls in her nephew, a private detective called Josh Thornhill, to help.
Josh examines the sandwich and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. He finds the deprived badger balancing on a scheming psychiatrist particularly chilling. He joins the queue for a supernatural death.
Una and Josh pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded frog. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?options for sharing, commenting and voting are available on the third moon in the galaxy of .Whilst only a mere 45,000 light years away.Or was this The story I was meant to write as I am unsure as I think I delving into the world of madness.The Curse of The Spotty Rock but why is it so I don't think I understand what is going on .This is similar to my last story but it's making less sense it more nonsense then story.
Whilst investigating the death of a local police officer, a generous cleaner called John Fish uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, spotty rock circulating throughout Africa. As soon as anyone uses the rock, he or she has exactly 3 days left to live.
The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look pickled. A marked person feels like a deprived donkey to touch.
John gets hold of the rock, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into his mind: a magic giraffe balancing on a sizzling police officer, an old newspaper headline about a biking accident, a hooded kitten ranting about toes and a drinking well located in an urban place.
When John notices his abs have donkey-like properties, he realises that the curse of the spotty rock is true and calls in his uncle, a teacher called Steven Thomas, to help.
Steven examines the rock and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. He finds the magic giraffe balancing on a sizzling police officer particularly chilling. He joins the queue for a supernatural death.
John and Steven pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded kitten. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?
For privacy reasons, your creation will be removed due to the complete untrue talk that this story is making no sense at all.
Whilst investigating the death of a local fishmonger, a virtuous gardener called Tony Jolie uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, weathered kettle circulating throughout Africa. As soon as anyone uses the kettle, he or she has exactly 203 days left to live.,as it was said back in the days long ago The said kettle belonged to a shaman of small tribe who used it to cast voodoo spells on his tribal enemies.The curse involves people being turn to a tattered dog which is hung upside with a photograph of said tattered dog on the floor ,written in top of the photo is The words No more.
Tony gets hold of the kettle, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into his mind: a scary bear balancing on a skinny fishmonger, an old newspaper headline about a motor accident, a hooded rabbit ranting about feet and a drinking well located in a deserted place.
When Tony notices his abs have dog-like properties, he realises that the curse of the weathered kettle is true and calls in his father, a doctor called Harry Thunder, to help.
Harry examines the kettle and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. He finds the scary bear balancing on a skinny fishmonger particularly chilling. He joins the queue for a supernatural death.
Tony and Harry pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded rabbit. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?of the Spotty Sandwich
Whilst investigating the death of a local psychiatrist, a noble detective called Una Jolie uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, spotty sandwich circulating throughout New York. As soon as anyone uses the sandwich, he or she has exactly 75 days left to live.
The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look zombified. A marked person feels like a grand rat to touch.
Una gets hold of the sandwich, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into her mind: a deprived badger balancing on a scheming psychiatrist, an old newspaper headline about a catapulting accident, a hooded frog ranting about hands and a drinking well located in a beautiful place.
When Una notices her eyelashes have rat-like properties, she realises that the curse of the spotty sandwich is true and calls in her nephew, a private detective called Josh Thornhill, to help.
Josh examines the sandwich and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. He finds the deprived badger balancing on a scheming psychiatrist particularly chilling. He joins the queue for a supernatural death.
Una and Josh pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded frog. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?options for sharing, commenting and voting are available on the third moon in the galaxy of .Whilst only a mere 45,000 light years away.Or was this The story I was meant to write as I am unsure as I think I delving into the world of madness.The Curse of The Spotty Rock but why is it so I don't think I understand what is going on .This is similar to my last story but it's making less sense it more nonsense then story.
Whilst investigating the death of a local police officer, a generous cleaner called John Fish uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, spotty rock circulating throughout Africa. As soon as anyone uses the rock, he or she has exactly 3 days left to live.
The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look pickled. A marked person feels like a deprived donkey to touch.
John gets hold of the rock, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into his mind: a magic giraffe balancing on a sizzling police officer, an old newspaper headline about a biking accident, a hooded kitten ranting about toes and a drinking well located in an urban place.
When John notices his abs have donkey-like properties, he realises that the curse of the spotty rock is true and calls in his uncle, a teacher called Steven Thomas, to help.
Steven examines the rock and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. He finds the magic giraffe balancing on a sizzling police officer particularly chilling. He joins the queue for a supernatural death.
John and Steven pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded kitten. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?
For privacy reasons, your creation will be removed due to the complete untrue talk that this story is making no sense at all.
The Sleet that Raines Talking Pigeons by Mark Antony Raines Comedy Friendly Zombie Production 2019
The Sleet that Rained like Talking Pigeons
A Short Story
by Mark Antony Raines
Suki MacDonald looked at the solid sandwich in her hands and felt angry.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her derelict surroundings. She had always loved industrial Upper Boggington with its kooky, kaleidoscopic kettles. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel angry.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Hannah Doop. Hannah was a spiteful coward with wide fingernails and vast arms.
Suki gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a daring, stupid, whiskey drinker with hairy fingernails and moist arms. Her friends saw her as an abundant, adorable animal. Once, she had even saved an agreeable baby bird that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a daring person who had once saved an agreeable baby bird that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Hannah had in store today.
The sleet rained like talking pigeons, making Suki confident.
As Suki stepped outside and Hannah came closer, she could see the jealous smile on her face.
Hannah gazed with the affection of 7932 friendly freezing flamingos. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a pencil."
Suki looked back, even more confident and still fingering the solid sandwich. "Hannah, I'm in love with you," she replied.
They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two bright, breezy bears jumping at a very kind bar mitzvah, which had flute music playing in the background and two clumsy uncles walking to the beat.
Suki studied Hannah's wide fingernails and vast arms. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Suki in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Hannah."
Hannah looked sparkly, her emotions raw like a plain, powerful piano.
Suki could actually hear Hannah's emotions shatter into 9424 pieces. Then the spiteful coward hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Suki's nerves tonight.
THE END
She walked over to the window and reflected on her derelict surroundings. She had always loved industrial Upper Boggington with its kooky, kaleidoscopic kettles. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel angry.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Hannah Doop. Hannah was a spiteful coward with wide fingernails and vast arms.
Suki gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a daring, stupid, whiskey drinker with hairy fingernails and moist arms. Her friends saw her as an abundant, adorable animal. Once, she had even saved an agreeable baby bird that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a daring person who had once saved an agreeable baby bird that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Hannah had in store today.
The sleet rained like talking pigeons, making Suki confident.
As Suki stepped outside and Hannah came closer, she could see the jealous smile on her face.
Hannah gazed with the affection of 7932 friendly freezing flamingos. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a pencil."
Suki looked back, even more confident and still fingering the solid sandwich. "Hannah, I'm in love with you," she replied.
They looked at each other with confident feelings, like two bright, breezy bears jumping at a very kind bar mitzvah, which had flute music playing in the background and two clumsy uncles walking to the beat.
Suki studied Hannah's wide fingernails and vast arms. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Suki in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Hannah."
Hannah looked sparkly, her emotions raw like a plain, powerful piano.
Suki could actually hear Hannah's emotions shatter into 9424 pieces. Then the spiteful coward hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Suki's nerves tonight.
THE END
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