Tuesday 19 March 2019
Monday 18 March 2019
Money by Ghostman horror host
Money is any item or verifiable record that is generally accepted as payment for goods and services and repayment of debts, such as taxes, in a particular country or socio-economic context.The main functions of money are distinguished as: a medium of exchange, a unit of account, a store of value and sometimes, a standard of deferred payment.Any item or verifiable record that fulfils these functions can be considered as money.
Money is historically an emergent market phenomenonestablishing a commodity money, but nearly all contemporary money systems are based on fiat money.money, like any check or note of debt, is without use value as a physical commodity. It derives its value by being declared by a government to be legal tender; that is, it must be accepted as a form of payment .
People were scared of the world ending via global warming and to some extent were right to do so but the human race was nearly wiped out by a different means.I Frank Turner am one of the survivors ,I sit in my chair looking at the destruction surrounding me ,writing in a old notepad found on one of my many treks back into the urban landscape searching for food,drink were I am able to use the old ways of getting the products I desire aware of the others we came to call shacless .The Shacless were less in numbers due to their inability to adapt or use the old ways as their had forgotten them in desire to be able to access items required quickly and go back to their fast placed life.The plaque was simply started by if I remember correctly a snotty nose spotty teenager who just thought it be fun to change the binary code of cashless money little knowing the event that followed.The event caused a complete collapse of the way we as human beings could pay for anything as nearly all systems were geared towards only accessible via electronic payments as it was meant for easier access.So I look at my paper money and silver and copper loose change as remember a bit of a song I know find the irony of in this new brave world..
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world..the end.
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world..the end.
The Curse of the Squidgy Map by Ghostman horror host
The Curse of the Squidgy Map
A Horror Story
by Ghostman horror host
Whilst investigating the death of a local mechanic, an intelligent painter called Nadine Parker uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, squidgy map circulating throughout London. As soon as anyone uses the map, he or she has exactly 9 days left to live.
The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look distorted. A marked person feels like a tall pigeon to touch.
Nadine gets hold of the map, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into her mind: a cosy rat balancing on a ruddy mechanic, an old newspaper headline about a flying accident, a hooded rabbit ranting about feet and a drinking well located in a chilly place.
When Nadine notices her abs have pigeon-like properties, she realises that the curse of the squidgy map is true and calls in her grandmother, a detective called Hannah Ramsbottom, to help.
Hannah examines the map and willingly submits herself to the curse. She finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. She finds the cosy rat balancing on a ruddy mechanic particularly chilling. She joins the queue for a supernatural death.
Nadine and Hannah 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?
The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look distorted. A marked person feels like a tall pigeon to touch.
Nadine gets hold of the map, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into her mind: a cosy rat balancing on a ruddy mechanic, an old newspaper headline about a flying accident, a hooded rabbit ranting about feet and a drinking well located in a chilly place.
When Nadine notices her abs have pigeon-like properties, she realises that the curse of the squidgy map is true and calls in her grandmother, a detective called Hannah Ramsbottom, to help.
Hannah examines the map and willingly submits herself to the curse. She finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. She finds the cosy rat balancing on a ruddy mechanic particularly chilling. She joins the queue for a supernatural death.
Nadine and Hannah 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?
Sunday 17 March 2019
Cancelled by Ghostman horror host
can·cel
(kăn′səl)
v. can·celed, can·cel·ing, can·cels also can·celled orcan·cel·ling
v.tr.
1.
a. To annul or invalidate: cancel a credit card.
b. To decide or announce that (a planned orscheduled event) will not take place, especiallywith no intention of holding it at a later time: cancela picnic; cancel a soccer game.
2.
a. To cross out with lines or other markings. SeeSynonyms at erase.
b. To mark or perfora te (a postage stamp or check,for example) to indicate that it may not be usedagain.
3. To neutralize or equalize; offset: Today's decline instock price canceled out yesterday's gain.
4. Mathematics
a. To remove (a common factor) from thenumerator and denominator of a fractionalexpression.
b. To remove (a common factor or term) from bothsides of an equation or inequality.
v.intr.
To neutralize one another; counterbalance: two opposingforces that canceled out.
n.
The act or an instance of canceling; a cancellation.
Here I am sitting in this run down flea pit hotel I always get to start my assignment from,it's my boss way of reminding me to focus on my task.I been so long since I was a novice agent where at the academy I was trained and skills honed as we had to learn to show compassion and guide our subjects to their next destination ,not a easy task as normally when I turn up people either think I was just a myth or simply scream and try to escape me but no-one can escape death.My next subject was a man called Mark Sherwood,a man in his late fifties ,lead an average life,typical of most of the race human.His death is going to be a massive heart attack ,so off I go to visit him.Mark Sherwood was sitting in his living room catching up with a box set on Netflix,he was feeling very hot,his chest a little tight and his left arm was numb ,suddenly in front of him appeared a talk Skelton figure with a long stick with a long blade in its right skeletal hand.Mark Sherwood wanted to run,scream,shout all at once but instead had a sense of calm.The Skelton figure spoke in a cracking voice(Mr Mark Sherwood I am hear to inform you that your time has come to go to your next destination where you Will be judged for the life you lead and sins committed )Mark Sherwood(I not ready to go yet I yet to realise my dreams)The Skelton figure we now can call Death(Sorry but your my list and I never stray from my list)Mark Sherwood(oh.can I least get to say goodbye to my loved ones)Death(Sorry but the only ones you get to talk to are me if your judges)Mark Sherwood resigned himself that is was indeed his last moments on the planet earth and looked at Death and give him a wink and said(alright mate that's get on with the show)Death walked towards Mark Sherwood and cast his shadow over him .Mark Sherwood appears at an office desk sitting by it is a figure he knew to be an angel.Mark Sherwood approached the desk,the angel looked up and said in a sweet honeydew voice(name)Mark Sherwood told the Angel his name,the angel looked at her book then at him.The angel spoke (I awfully sorry but this was cancelled yesterday but I have to inform their is no way back)Mark Sherwood just stood mouth wide opened.the end.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)