THE VAMPYRE BY MARK ANTONY RAINES AND JOHN POLIDOR By mark antony raines Mystery / Horror

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THE VAMPYRE BY MARK ANTONY RAINES AND JOHN POLIDOR

By mark antony raines

Mystery / Horror

Classic vampire story before Dracula was born

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History of Author

John William Polidori

Polidori was one of the earliest pupils at the recently established Ampleforth College from 1804, and in 1810, went to the University of Edinburgh, where he wrote a thesis on sleepwalking and received his degree as a doctor of medicine on 1 August 1815, at age 19.

In 1816, Dr. Polidori entered Lord Byron's service as his personal physician and accompanied him on a trip through Europe. Publisher John Murray offered Polidori 500 English pounds to keep a diary of their travels, which Polidori's nephew William Michael Rossetti later edited. At the Villa Diodati, a house Byron rented by Lake Geneva in Switzerland, the pair met with Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin, her husband-to-be, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and their companion (Mary's stepsister) Claire Clairmont.

One night in June, after the company had read aloud from Fantasmagoriana, a French collection of German horror tales, Byron suggested they each write a ghost story. Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote "A Fragment of a Ghost Story" and wrote down five ghost stories recounted by Matthew Gregory "Monk" Lewis, published posthumously as the Journal at Geneva (including ghost stories) and on return to England, 1816, the journal entries beginning on 18 August 1816. Mary Shelley worked on a tale with her husband that would later evolve into Frankenstein.

Byron wrote (and quickly abandoned) a fragment of a story, "A Fragment", featuring the main character Augustus Darvell, which Polidori used later as the basis for his own tale, "The Vampyre", the first published modern vampire story in English.

Polidori's conversation with Percy Bysshe Shelley on 15 June 1816, as recounted in The Diary, is regarded as the origin or genesis of Frankenstein. They discussed principles, "the nature of the principle of life": "June 15 - ... Shelley etc. came in the evening ... Afterwards, Shelley and I had a conversation about principles - whether man was to be thought merely an instrument."[5][6]

Dismissed by Byron, Polidori traveled in Italy and then returned to England. His story, "The Vampyre", which featured the main character Lord Ruthven, was published in the April 1819 issue of New Monthly Magazine without his permission. Whilst in London he lived on Great Pulteney Street (in Soho). Much to both his and Byron's chagrin, "The Vampyre" was released as a new work by Byron. Byron's own vampire story "Fragment of a Novel" or "A Fragment" was published in 1819 in an attempt to clear up the confusion, but, for better or worse, "The Vampyre" continued to be attributed to him.

Polidori's long, Byron-influenced theological poem The Fall of the Angels was published anonymously in 1821.

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• Contents
• Summary
• 3. CHAPTER 1
• 4. CHAPTER 2
• 6. CHAPTER 3
• 7. CHAPTER 4
• 8. CHAPTER 5
• 9. CHAPTER 6
• 10. CHAPTER 7
• 11. CHAPTER 8
• 12. CHAPTER 9
• 13. CHAPTER 10
• 14. CHAPTER 11
• 15. CHAPTER 12
• 16. CHAPTER 13
• 17. CHAPTER 14
• 18. CHAPTER 15
• 19. CHAPTER 16
• 20. CHAPTER 17
• 21. CHAPTER 18
• 22. CHAPTER 19
• 23. CHAPTER 20
• 24. CHAPTER 21
• 25. CHAPTER 22
• 26. CHAPTER 23
• 27. CHAPTER 24
• 28. CHAPTER 25
• 29. CHAPTER 26
• 30. CHAPTER 27

Edward and John by Mark Antony Raines and Winston Marks By mark antony raines Fantasy / Horror

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Edward and John by Mark Antony Raines and Winston Marks

By mark antony raines

Fantasy / Horror

Edward only real Friend is John ,and He is just a rat.

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Edward Neff came onto his dusty old flat ,slammed the front door with a thud then calmly without breaking a sweat dropped a thin bundle of currency into the £ 100 bill drawer of the flat packed flat-top desk he pick up from a local charity store and then kicked the drawer shut with a dusty boot.

Due to him being a o.c.c he flicked the drip from his hooked nose which some said was like the Roman s of golden days which was chronically irritated by the wheat dust of the warehouse, then he wiped his fingers down the leg of his soiled denims as he had nobody to criticise this bad habit. Across the windowless room which made the air stake as a day old bread ,John stirred awake from the noise and began nosing in the debris of his filthy cage.

“Time for supper, John?” He tugged at the twine at his belt and examined his £3 watch He got that off a fly market as He just wanted a no thrills watch that just told the time and bought else.

He pinched a dozen grains of wheat from a two-pound coffee can and let them sift through the wires of the cage. John pounced on the grain hungrily.

“Wait a minute! What do you say, dammit?” His hand reached for the marshmallow-toasting fork that hung from a hook on the wall for just got these occasions

. He touched the points, filed needle sharp. “What do you say?” he repeated, twanging the tines like a tuning fork-Ping Ping.

John skittered to the far corner, tearing new holes in the old newspaper with frantic claws. Cowering against the wires he spat half-chewed flecks of wheat trying to say the magic words that would spare him from the fork. “Tinkoo! Tinkoo!” he squeaked, straining to make the two syllables distinct.

Edward then hung up the fork back on its hook and watched John turned to lick at the old scabs clotted from earlier jabs as most animals do this to keep a sounds clean and free from possible infection.

John then made sullen inventory to be sure there were no new crimson leaks in his louse-infested hide.

Until two months ago, he had been just one more gregarious specimen of Mammalia Rodentia Simplicidentata Myomorphia Muridae decumanus.

Now he had another name. Like each of his predecessors in the cage, he was a large, brown rat called John—after Edward despised and deceased father as a way of getting back at his father’s misdeeds. Edward named all his rats John.

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LEGEND OF THE JAM SANDWICH MONSTER BY MARK ANTONY RAINES

 Their many myths and legends you may not heard about in the annual s of the journey of life but here is a tale from were I live in Holsworthy Devon England.

A witness say in front of the police desk sergeant panting out of breath ,speaking with a qiver of fear in his time of voice saying he needed to be arrested before the hour of midnight,put to solitary and no one was to came to see him dispite his desperate cries.

The desk sergeant just let out a hearty laugh and told him to go home and sleep  it off and seek out some help.

The man looked at the police sergeant and said in a tone of menace "Be it on your head for I will not be responsible for my actions tonight"

 With that the man disappeared into the plutonium night.

The man went down to the park,sat under a tree,stared at his watch it was One minute to midnight,he knew the transformation was about to begin,in this tiny minute with the second s ticking away he remembered how he became this creature of his transformation.

"Mark Don't save the jam sandwich I give you for your school dinners for a midnight feast as something terrible will happen to you" My sweet old nan used to tell me every day after school.

One holiday I had saved my jam sandwich up without telling my nan as I did not wish to upset her as he insisted on giving me a jam sandwich in in the holidays as it was important to keep up my brain power according to nan anyway.

I was playing on my play station a new game,I just reached the end boss level when I was feeling a bit peckish,so I unwrapped my jam sandwich and eat it with relish,then I heard the clock on the wall struck twelve,midnight.

I smiled to myself,never mind I be alright man was probably just telling me an old wives tale her mother told her and so on.

So I  turned my play station off,put myself to bed and drifted into the realm of the sandman.

I heard a strange noise that startled me out of my sleep,although to be honest I was half awake,half asleep.The noise was getting louder,and louder.

It was a squashing sound,I began to smell putrid gone off strawberries,then I saw a sticky,sickly,red oozing liquid creeping slowly towards me.

I tried to let out a scream for help,but no words came out,my heart was pounding to the point i thought it was going to burst out of my body,the sticky,sickly red oozing liquid was near my bed,I looked through my hands on my face to see a terrifying sight.

A creature stood before me it was the bizarrely different to what I expected,for it had the body of two pieces of bread,inbetween was oozing out lurid jam,it face as just one eye,a huge mouth which it opened to reveal a set of sharp teeth,it limbs were made of bread.

It walked like a crab,it reached my bed,I wanted to run out screaming all the way but it was too late,for the jam sandwich monster had taken a bit,I fainted.

The next day I awoke as normal,just putting off my experience that night to a nightmare from playing on the game on the play station.

All seemed as normal,then I heard On the television spotlight local need now police were looking for a  a suspect in a spite of killing of young children always after the time of midnight and always vs strange smell of putrid jam sandwich s lingered behind.

So here I am in the park awaiting the hour of midnight which is only one second away,forgetting the countless children I have eaten their souls,the man sandwich monster will roam once more this All Hallow s Eve night.

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