The anticipated exhibit finally arrived at the city museum. Numerous folks were anxious to see the sarcophagus and mummy of Prince Snefre, an Egyptian prince who lived and died approximately 4,000 years ago. At last, the exhibit was officially open, and a crowd flooded in to see the deceased prince. The sarcophagus was painted in gold and covered with hieroglyphics indicating the prince’s name, title, and other necessary information for his journey in the afterlife. The mummy was bound tightly in gauze and uncovered from the shoulders up. The facial features were withered and dried, but well preserved. The nose, lips, and closed eyes were in ideal condition for a 4,000-year-old corpse, even if it had been thoroughly embalmed. Guests and news reporters flashed their cameras at the mummy and sarcophagus. After a couple hours, the museum’s top curator who was also an Egyptologist gave a presentation for the reporters and the rest of the crowd. He had read the
The unseen entity slowly flew over the streets of a medieval city. He was widely feared and hated, despite providing a necessary service and bringing most mortals to eternal peace and joy. This entity was Death himself. On this particular clear and quiet evening, Death was approaching a huge elaborate mansion belonging to an influential high-ranking family. Upon arriving on the premises, Death floated to the backside of the large building, going to the living quarters of this lord and lady’s daughter. She was their sole surviving offspring, and famous throughout the land for her beauty, charm, innocence and purity. She was known as “the maiden with the body and intellect of an adult, but the loving heart and personality of a child.” Finally, Death arrived at the lovely woman’s balcony. Inside her chambers, a few female servants were tending to the maiden, who was filled with joy and excitement. Tomorrow she was to be married to the son of a local count. The couple
So many years ago, I became desperate in the freezing cold. And resorted to actions which are too horrible to be told. Any and all signs of my humanity slowly yet quickly went away. Because due to desperation, from ethics and morality I was led astray. I am depicted in several forms, the most well-known being a tall, pale, and lanky human corpse and a skinny undead deer. The mere mention of my name and the sound of my unearthly shriek are known to cause great fear. Don’t be fooled by my gaunt malnourished appearance, for I am unnaturally strong, agile, and fast. Even the most highly trained and talented athletes I long ago surpassed. I always crave and desire the taste of raw meat, particularly human flesh. It is most satisfying when the winter snow is new and fresh. Alas, no matter how big a meal my hunger is never satisfied. With wildlife and humanity I regularly collide. I dwell in the north where there are freezing winters, ice, and snow. I am Wendigo.
Splash: An Alternate Chain of Events by dbzgal04, literature
Literature
Splash: An Alternate Chain of Events
Allen and Freddie Bauer entered the laboratory with Dr. Walter Kornbluth. Walter turned on the lights, and right then the trio noticed something wasn’t right. The water tank imprisoning Madison was still standing; however, the glass was completely destroyed! It was upon noticing this that the men realized the floor was damp even where they were standing. Nevertheless, they approached the tank, and stopped right in their tracks. Curled up in the far corner of the structure was Madison; she was laying down in fetal position, and her tail had dried up enough that she had legs again!
Allen was the first to rush over by her s
Ichabod Crane: Captive Soul by dbzgal04, literature
Literature
Ichabod Crane: Captive Soul
The flaming pumpkin struck Ichabod Crane with surprising force. Next thing the schoolmaster knew, he was falling backward off his horse and quickly blacked out. Before long, Ichabod awoke in the same spot. But he was standing instead of laying on the ground. He glanced around, searching for Gunpowder the horse. Alas, the animal was nowhere to be seen.
Then Ichabod noticed his hat laying next to the shattered pumpkin. He knelt and tried to pick it up, but to the schoolmaster’s horror his hand passed right through the hat! Ichabod then attempted to pick up the shattered pumpkin bits, but with the same result. Not sure w
No one believes in ghosts I said -
no sweet wisps lingering
in the breath between dusk and dawn.
No fragile thinlings pulling at the doors
or making the curtains shimmy
with an uncle’s last breath.
They do not balk at flowers -
lilies and hibiscus clawing the corners,
or ungathered words that spill under doorframes.
But sometimes late at night
I feel the pinch of air -
the scent of ashes dancing in the garden
where she once held court
and the mirrors going dark.
A thirsty soul derailed
A life wasted and failed
A dream never to be
A poor spirit, that's me
A mortal on this path
That's filled with woe and wrath
A dream never come true
These days I do so rue
And I want
And I need
And I wish
To proceed
I don't know
I don't care
If I get
Anywhere
A person lost all hope
They tried their best to cope
A dream never realized
Existence so despised
And I want...
A human that fell down
They greet the cold ground
A dream never grew wings
A puppet on life's strings