Through the Looking Window

Through the Looking Window

He looked in the window, fogged up. Damn. Nothing to see in there, thought Jimmy to himself. I need to see what’s in there, I know I heard a noise come from that room. But how do I see what is in there.

Jimmy hurriedly searched the horizon for some solution to his problem. Was there another window he could look in? Could he get the window open some how? And what the hell was going on in that room?

Jimmy went around to the side of the house and looked up, aha! He spotted the solution to his problem. On the opposite side of the house was another window, and a ladder placed conveniently at the base of the house. Jimmy set the ladder gently up against the side of the house. He slowly crept up the side of the ladder, one painstaking rung at a time.

The snow was gently falling all around him, piling on top of the two feet already on the ground. There wasn’t a sound to be heard, complete and utter silence, except for the noise which drew Jimmy’s interest to the foggy window. What could this horrendous sound have been? And why was it sill playing over and over in Jimmy’s head?

Half way there, only another 10 feet and Jimmy would see what this god awful noise was.

As his head reached the bottom of the window sill, he gently peered one eye over the ledge and spied something so ghastly atrocious it made him gag and sputter out a nonsensical phrase. Then it sent him free falling back to the snow covered ground.

Jimmy landed with a thud, leaving an imprint two feet deep in the snow. Sharp pains were running through his body as he lay there trying to get his head around what he had seen. Surely that could be what he had seen, there was no way. That doesn’t exist. No Jimmy told himself, I imagined it.

He slowly pulled himself up off the ground. Thank god there had been so much snow on the ground. Jimmy began his slow stroll home. He had to cross through the woods that went behind Tom Jackson middle school, before reaching his back yard.

Jimmy set off on his short ten minute walk home. After walking for about twenty minutes Jimmy realized his trip home was taking longer than usual. Surely that was because of the snow, but as he looked around, he realized he was in unfamiliar territory. In fact, he had never seen this area before in his life.

Panic began to grip Jimmy’s chest. He started looking around frantically, trying to spot something he would have noticed; nothing. Jimmy began running, trying to race his way out of the forest. He ran until his heart felt as though it was going to leap out of his chest.

He was setting a marathon’s pace through the woods. At that moment Jimmy felt like he could out run anyone. However, it got him nowhere. He stopped to finally catch his breath. He thought that he had surely made it to the edge of the words, he hadn’t. He hadn’t even made it to the middle school. In fact, he was right back where had started running.

It made perfect sense now. Jimmy wasn’t crazy. He didn’t imagine what he saw in the window, it was real, all of this was real.

You see, Jimmy had come across something that is only supposed to exist as a legend. The Blair Witch had Jimmy; he could hear the screeching now. It was growing louder and louder. It wouldn’t be long now. The Witch had him, it was done, he sat down in the cold snow. Tears gently began to roll down his cheeks.

He could hear it now, creeping up behind him. He felt a rush of warmth over his body, followed promptly by a cold nothingness of dark haze.

Happy Halloween!!!!!

Demons and Writers

He Looked across the table and said, “People who would have us all writing keep being reincarnated. They are demons, you see. I have tried to tell people this, but no one believes me. I don’t know why, the evidence is everywhere. All writers have had some association with the devil, it’s everywhere, in all great literature.”

Just then there was loud, evil laugh at the end of the corridor. Jenkins freaked out, what was he going to do? This surely had to be the demon that he was so certain existed. Or was it? Why was his mind playing these games with him? Had he simply created this character demon in his head or was this thing real?

Wait, there it was again, this time it was closer. It sounded like a keg of beer rolling down the hallway. Its thunderous crashes kept Jenkins on his toes. He couldn’t concentrate on writing, not now. What on Earth was he going to do?

“No, deamons don’t exist, this is a fabrication of my imagination. This creature does not exist” thought Jenkins. “You are not real!” shouted Jenkins at the noise that sounded as though it was in full sprint down the hallway. “No, I created you in my mind and I can destroy you in my mind.” The noise was now right outside his cellar door. Jenkins gripped with fear felt his chest tighten up. The noise was right outside his door.

Jenkins clutched his chest, and fell to the ground. His heart was beating a million times a minute; he couldn’t get it to slow down. As the door opened slowly, Jenkins fell to the floor. His heart stopped. He laid there. He looked up at the noise, and closed his eyes for the final time.

Truth be told, all writers do sell there soul to the devil, some get it back, some don’t. Muahahahahahaha…. Happy Halloween everyone!!!!!!!!!

The beach Party

Blog 13 – The Beach Party

So there I was sitting on the beach, taking a break from the mind-numbing tiediousness of our company “get together” at our boss’s house. Mr. Smith, my boss, was throwing us an enormous party because of the success we had on our recent business trip to the Far East. I had single handedly saved our company by engineering a new partnership with one of the biggest firms over there.

I was nowhere to be found when the toast was given.

I had just gotten out of the ocean, and my trunks were full of sand. It was very, very annoying. I could care less about the toast in my honor. So I made the boss another 200 million dollars, what did I care, I didn’t want to do this kind of work anymore, I wanted something different.

So as I stripped down to shake the sand out of my swimming trunks, I happen to look up and see Mrs. Smith, my boss’s hot twenty-something wife, much above his level, looking me over. There I stood, speechless in my boxers, looking for some kind of glib comeback, some witty remark… nope nothing… I couldn’t even open my mouth to speak. Just then, from the house up on the cliff, the boss’s house, gun shots rang out.

That crazy SOB was shooting at me!!!! Well I ran faster than I can ever remember running in my life. There I went charging up the beach running from some psycho gun slinging moron who I just made 200 million dollars for. I hadn’t even done anything to him, or his wife, we were just standing there.

Looking back on it, I can understand where he was coming from, I mean I was half naked on the beach with his wife who was in a bikini. But wow, I will never forget that!

Heavenly Bread Tragedy

The golden brown strands of strait hair gently blessing the snow colored flesh that creates the most perfect face. The soft gentle curves that any women would kill for. That warm soft touch as the killer runs his icy cold fingers down the curved hips of the victim.

The killer lifts his cold, jagged, metal knife into the air. The angles fall silent, the leaves fall from the tree in the cool, crisp October air hanging outside. Somewhere there is warm apple pie being cut into and shared by families of joyful children and loving adults, but not here. The only thing here is the killer’s cold knife cutting the warm body of the golden brown bread.

The Jester's court, # 20

The Jester’s Court

From the tip of his pointed hat, which covered his pointed head, to the curled bell tipped slippers that enveloped his clownish feet, the King’s Jester was certainly a sight to see.

With his purple and yellow hat that would make the ugliest of jokers laugh until their tears ran dry, the jester proudly spouted the motto, “It’s my head and I’ll cover it how I want too!” It is a shame; however, that no one ever told him how ridiculous he looked.

You see it is one thing to be a jester and know that you look ridiculous, but it is something else entirely to thing that you could possible taken seriously wearing such a ridiculous outfit!

His “fine tailored silk shirt” (cough cough) disgraces the similar beautiful silks worn by the daring men who ride their horses to victory in the Kentucky Derby. Made of a puke green color sewn into a blue patter of circles that are in no way concentric, the Jester’s torso looks like a kindergarten finger painting gone horrible wrong!

His pants were perhaps the worst part of the outfit. He sported parachute pants that would make M.C. Hammer rethink his entire wardrobe. Not only are the pants ridiculously baggy, they are a waste of fine silk, and colored to be the ugliest shade of yellow you have ever seen. In a miserable attempt to strike it rich with a color of royal gold, the tailor missed the point in the most shocking display of fashion faux pas this century.

Head to toe, the Jester looked like the most ridiculous human being you have ever seen. However, you must give him his due credit, because whether he was ignorant to the fact that he look liked like a two year dressing themselves for the first time, or whether he strategically planned his outfit that way, he wore the clothes of a fool loud and proud!

Snowy Summit, Flying Fox

Billy Bob Rolston was packing for his climb up Mt. Wannachucka. He had been preparing this expedition for ages it seemed like. He had carefully packed his climbing gear, camping equipment, and his survival pack. He was set to go.

Before heading off on his trip, he checked his camera equipment one more time. You see, Billy Bob’s trip up the mountain was not just any old trip. It was one that would change history for ever. Billy Bob was in search of the infamous Flying Fox. He would find it and take pictures which he would publish in his magazine, ‘Dem Creatures of the wild.

Two days into his expedition, his dreams had come true. He awoke that morning to find that gracefully soaring above his head was a magnificent flying fox. However, to Billy Bob’s horror, the fox was not a gentle peaceful creature like he thought it was. The fox was the size of a mythical dragon, huge towering wings, and teeth shaper than anything Billy Bob had ever seen.

In a state of shock and fear, Billy Bob threw on his skies and started down the mountain. However, it was too no avail, as the flying fox left its perch on the snowy summit, and chased down Billy Bob. Billy Bob’s expert skiing skills were no help, the flying fox devoured him in one gulp. With Billy Bob dead, and his pictures unpublished, no one will ever know about the secret location of the Flying Fox, on the Snowy Summit of Mt. Wannachucka… or will they?