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31 Days of Ghosts: Two Sentence Horror Stories #3

No post on the weekend because I had company.  Movies, playing with dogs and having my parents over for tea and lunch took precedence.

Today, I’ll have a bonus.  First, here’s an offering from r/AskReddit in the two sentence ghost stories from user Graboid27 (who’s name is akin to what the creatures in the movie Tremors was called… starring Kevin Bacon and Reba McIntyre).

I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.

And as promised here’s a bonus.  While not necessarily Halloween related, the recitation of The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service is very eerie.  Especially when read by Johnny Cash.

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Posted by on October 5, 2015 in 31 Days Of Ghosts, Ghost Stories, Weird facts


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For two reasons, because it’s a teaser of something I’m planning for this year, and I’m testing this new embedding thing that Tumblr’s doing now.

And the cover teaser!

And just because, the entire download list of the original series of The Adventures of Black Mask & Pale Rider.
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Posted by on January 7, 2015 in Black Mask and Pale Rider, Writing


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This is Halloween

It’s drawing near to Halloween, and even in the fictional world of computer games are ghosts and goblins popping up.  Unless of course you play horror games, then that’s pretty standard fair all year round.  I decided to write a poem based on the events in Guild Wars 2 that have been brought back this Halloween season.


Tis that time, oh Halloween
The time of year for the Pumpkin King
So grab your pistols if you dare
And brave the world that would scare

Brave the evils that would fright
The creatures giving an awful sight
Show courage on this scare filled night
Avoid the minions that would bite

In this time of Halloween
When cats would cry and ghosts would scream
When the mist is thick, just like steam
Don’t you worry, don’t make a scene

The Mad King rises once again
With toys and games for all to claim
He’ll take you through a scarey game
Make sure you do just the same

But watch out for Edric, son of the Mad King
His voice is shrill, as he will sing
To bring about fear is his thing
And revenge is the ultimate scares in his ring

Tis that time of Halloween
When ghosts and ghouls share the scene
So grab your pistols if you dare
And brave the world that would scare

poem written by Tim Holtorf on the gaming world of Tyria in Guild Wars 2, based on the events from the Halloween event, screen shots from Guild Wars 2 using the character of Shani Wennemein in game.  Guild Wars 2 and all characters are copyright ArenaNet.

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Posted by on October 22, 2014 in Fun, randomness


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Advice in a Poem I & II

I wrote this and posted it to tumblr in two separate parts, one is the advice, the second is an admission of my own from my past.

One day, you might be reading an article
And it might bring up your ire
You may see spots from rage
And you might be tempted to say things
You may be tempted to go to the Internet
And spout you righteous rage
Before you do, listen to my advice

Before you say “not all men are like that”
Put yourself in a woman’s shoes
Open your eyes and open your ears
Listen to what women say
Because if you respond with “not all men are like that”
The chances are that you are very much like that

Before you start a sentence with “I’m not racist, but…”
Keep in mind, what you say next will be very racist
When you start to say that, you aren’t proving a point
You’re proving your own racism
Learn and accept that you have your prejudices
And you’ll never start a sentence with those words again

“I’m just playing devil’s advocate here”
Stop.  Shut up.  Don’t talk.  Stop talking.
You’re not playing devil’s advocate.
You’re not providing solutions to a problem
You’re continuing to be the problem
Because you don’t need to play that card if you’re looking to solve the problem

“But according to this study…”
If you continually point to one study to support your view
Then the chances someone will knock it down with a feather
Are huge.  Massive.
Because chances are, the other person will have thousands of studies to site
Which will prove your one study has a major flaw

“It could be your sister, mother, wife…”
How about we use the words “This is a person”
Because I’m sure you wouldn’t say “It could be your brother…”
We use words based on gender for horrible things that happen
Erasing the violence that does indeed happen to one
While showing that it happens in droves to the other

Before you speak, think of your words
Are they in anyway going to help?
If they aren’t, then you need to realize this
You aren’t providing a solution to a problem
You aren’t trying to argue one side over the other
You are part of the problem

When you realize that above all else
Then you can take the steps needed
To actually become someone who can provide solutions
Until then, stop talking, and start listening

You might sit there and say to me
How can you say that to me,
What experience do you have to say such things
Well, let me tell you son
I’ve been there
And I recognize that

When I was younger, I had the thoughts that would make an MRA smile
How television shows of the 80s had smart women and stupid men
Never realizing both were stereotypes that executives wanted
I never recognized the opposite was true, because I could only see one thing
It took years, but I saw the problem inherent was not women
But was a continued situation of patriarchy

When I was younger I was told we don’t drive up Highway 219
Because it was filled with “Indians” and they’d try to rob us if we stopped
That was the idea I had for years, no matter what Rez I drove through
It was made worse because I believed the hype that Natives were lazy
Welfare kings and queens, never wanting for anything more
Never realizing the system had given up on them, and made that their only choice

When I was younger, seeing a black man on television was proof
That my world was equal, that we’d pushed past racism
All the while ignoring the racist stereotypes that black man played on the screen
Each black or brown person I saw was proof of our equality
But at the same time, it was proof of my own racism
And it took years to see it

I’ve been there
I’ve said “I’m not racist, but…”
I’ve said “Not all men are like that”
I’ve said “I’m just playing devil’s advocate”
And when you recognize that the things you say are damaging
Then you too can begin to learn

And this I say to you
You will never stop learning
Because each experience of each person is different from the last
You will never reach the experienced Nirvana
And that’s the beauty of what will happen
When you open your eyes and see, and open you ears and listen

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Posted by on May 4, 2014 in Writing


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The West Was Built On Legends


They say the west was build on legends
And every story holds some truth
From daring gunfighters who’d keep the law
To those outlaws who’d become savages to the world

They say the west was built on legends
Of this there is some truth
But what you might not know is this
Some of the most fantastic stories are very real

They say the west was built on legends
A time when men would shine
When righteous ones would step into the light
And drive away the darkness that plagued mankind

They say the west was built on legends
When pioneers would make their mark
When men would rise to the challenge
Whether it be the elements, nature, or the cruelty of man

They say the west was built on legends
But what they don’t say is who
They talk of men and how they survived
And they erase or forget the stories that were true

They say the west was built on legends
So it comes as no surprise
When the story turns to a pair of women
Who would answer the call and rise

They say the west was built on legends
When the strong would defend the weak
Where those who could not fight
Found someone who could make things right

They say the west was built on legends
Of this, there is no doubt
But it comes as a surprise when two of those legends
Were of the forgotten elves; a pair of elven maids

They say the west was built on legends
With six gun and sorcery they rose to fight against evil
Defending those who did not call them kin
And at the end of the day, they’d stand, proving they’d win

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Posted by on April 23, 2014 in Black Mask and Pale Rider, Writing


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Valley of the Mists

I’d written the entire poem only from Shani’s point of view, but now I’ve added in verses for Pania.  Hopefully it will have shown that Pania is going to search for her friend and follow her into the gates between worlds.

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Posted by on March 11, 2014 in Black Mask and Pale Rider, Writing


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The World of the Elves

The Green
And all names in between
The stories have named them
Elves One and all
This world called Terra-Kall

To the north
The Innu live and hunt
They fear not the growing cold
Their hearts are true
Their voices raised so bold

East of that
Across the ice
Nordician mountains rise
With elves so tall
And stories filled with pride

Turtle Island
Is a massive land
Filled with elves that hunt the night
They push back the spiders
And tell stories that do delight

The Green
And all names in between
The stories have named them
Elves One and all
This world called Terra-Kall

Europa stands with many a tribe
From Prussia to Celtic to Gaul
Their warriors stand
Tall and proud
Their buildings oh so grand

Italia a nation
All on it’s own
Where the Erinyes stand on guard
The history they share
Would brighten any bard

Arabia lay as a bridge in between
Europa and Africa
The elves called Djinn
The home of great libraries of old
With stories of how the elves did begin

The Green
And all names in between
The stories have named them
Elves One and all
This world called Terra-Kall

Kemet is a land of it’s own
With riches ne’er before seen
Great pyramids rise
Above the sands
The river is the prize

To the south is Yoruba
With elves so bold
They live as a family
Along the coast they hunt and fish
Their stories told with glee

The Zulu lay on the southern tip
Of the great dark continent
Great warriors and bards
Who live with care
As one building a house of cards

The Green
And all names in between
The stories have named them
Elves One and all
This world called Terra-Kall

And through it all
An island rests
On the sea that’s in between
A place of many names
On this world human eyes have not seen

This island nation
Welcomes all
To rest on it’s humble shores
And elves did come
And settle there, in numbers and in scores

Celtic, Gaul, Mohawk, Yoruba
Even Nordican, Innu, and Romani
They found a spot they called home
And neighbours one and all
A place they found no need to roam

 The Green
And all names in between
The stories have named them
Elves One and all
This world called Terra-Kall

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Posted by on March 2, 2014 in Black Mask and Pale Rider, Writing


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The Road

One step
Two steps
Three steps, four
You never know unless you open your door

Five steps
Six steps
Seven steps, eight
Move forward, there’s no time for debate

Nine steps
Ten steps
Eleven steps, twelve
All your worries, just have to shelve

Thirteen steps
Fourteen steps
Fifteen steps, sixteen
Oh the wonderous sights as yet unseen

Seventeen steps
Eighteen steps
Nineteen steps, twenty
Adventure is nigh, there is so much plenty

Twenty-one steps
Twenty-two steps
Twenty-three, twenty-four
Find a friend, the adventure grows more

Twenty-five steps
Twenty-six steps
Twenty-seven, twenty-eight
Together you’ll find that you make your own fate

Twenty-nine steps
Thirty steps
Thirty-one, thirty-two
With patience and time, there’s so much to do

Thirty-three steps
Thirty-four steps
Thirty-five, thirty-six
Use your abilities, they’re more than just tricks

Thirty-seven steps
Thirty-eight steps
Thirty-nine, forty
Call on a third, embark on a sortie

Forty-one steps
Forty-two steps
Forty-three, forty-four
Walk down the road, there’s so much more

Forty-five steps
Forty-six steps
Forty-seven, forty-eight
There’s no need to worry, you’ll never be late

Forty-nine steps
Fifty steps
Fifty-one, fifty-two
With three there’s nothing you can’t do

Fifty-three steps
Fifty-four steps
Fifty-five, fifty-six
Find a fourth, make a rumbling upon the Styx

Fifty-seven steps
Fifty-eight steps
Fifty-nine, sixty
Sometimes the greatest thing needed is a tiny pixie

Sixty-one steps
Sixty-two steps
Sixty-three, sixty-four
What an adventure it was, when you return to your door

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Posted by on February 26, 2014 in Black Mask and Pale Rider, Writing


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The Riders Four

A hand that was quick
A flash and puff
With a dragon did she spy

She’d be one with night
On a horse so fine
She’d never stop to question why

An elf so bold
With dagger and pistol
That’s Black Mask, they would cry

With shot and shell
And Horse did ride
She raised her rapier high

A voice so clear
And a wink and nod
Her siren’s call was nigh

A missed calling
A confused lore
Pale Rider was just a lie

With inherited longsword
All dressed in black
She’d comfort by and by

A kind smile
To those who knew her
All sorrow from her would fly

Half first nation
Half Gaul
The Black Knight was one quite sly

A people saved
Though little too late
With blades risen high

A black skinned maid
With royal blood
Took up the rally cry

To sail the seas
And set those free
A goal set, she’d at least try

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Posted by on February 24, 2014 in Black Mask and Pale Rider, Writing


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The year that was

It’s been a year.

Alright, it’s two days short of a year, but still.  I don’t think I’ll be posting original material on either of my blogs (except maybe for a reblog or fifty), so this is a look back at the year that was for me personally.

I actually finished the first draft of my sci fi book.  Sadly, it stayed in the first draft stage because I decided to take a break, which lead to life just being life.  I still have the entire thing all written, and maybe at some point I’ll go back and begin the second draft edits, adding scenes, taking scenes away and putting it out for a second read through.

I’d also like to go back and revisit my other book, Black Mask & Pale Rider, at some point as well.  Here’s hoping that 2014 will be the year I get back to it.

2013 was going to be the year I was finally going to settle down and buy a house.  In the most comfortable of places, for me at least.  The familiar area of where I grew up.  For a couple of years, I had been looking at house prices, and this year was going to be the year when I’d buy my house.  And then get a cat, because I’d like a companion to come home to (and clean up their poop and vomit because I know that would happen).  Sadly, just like my writing, life decided to kick that idea right in the knackers.

A lot of the things I’d planned this year got derailed massively by the real life changing event.  That was my move to Humboldt from Outlook.  New job, new apartment, new city.

While I’ve been feeling better, this was not the best second half of the year, considering the entire relocation process began in July.  On the one hand, it was great that I was given the opportunity to find a new job because my position was being phased out.  But on the other hand, this year has been an extreme low point for me, almost as bad as the mid 90s when I had very suicidal thoughts.

Yes, I got that low.  And I haven’t gotten much better, to be honest.  But I’m hoping that 2014 will get better for me.

This year has been a year of poetry to fight off depression, which I consider awful poetry (my opinion, I wrote it, but if someone liked it, that’s fine, you have to remember I wrote that during some of my darkest feelings and it’s not something I wish to visit upon again).  Maybe in 2014 things will get better.  At the very least, I’m hoping that I’ll get my writing caught up and get back into that.  I guess I’ll be putting the dream of buying a house to the side for the time being.

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Posted by on December 29, 2013 in Life, randomness


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