The Unsainted

“Aww I was looking forward to eating that.”  Rick said as he watched his toasted marshmallow fall to the ground just outside the fire pit.

“Good job Rick, mine tastes great!”  Mark said as he pulled the freshly toasted marshmallow off the bent close hanger and quickly put it into his mouth.  Mark soon realized his mistake as the marshmallow was to hot and he had to spit it out, his marshmallow now laid on the grass beside Rick’s.  The two friends shared a look and started to laugh.

“Okay…okay settle down.  It’s almost time to call it a night.”  Troop leader Greg said.

“Can we have a scary story before we go to bed?”

“I don’t know Jordan, it’s late.”

“Come on Troop Leader Greg.  What is a campfire without a scary story?”

Greg paused and thought about it for a moment, trying to come up with an idea for a story.  With a deep breath he smiled.  “Okay…one story.”  Greg took a drink of his pop that was spike with whiskey before beginning.

“Along time ago before this was a camp site for the Troops of Tomorrow, it was sacred land.  Once stood a church just up the hill, the ruins long ago rotted and returned to the ground.  But before time stole the sanctuaries beauty it was once a beautiful home to a loving Priest that was hailed as an angle sent from God.  Of course he had help, five Nun’s also called this church home.  Together they did great good, raised money for charities, helped the poor, fed the hungry.  Life was good and good was the lives that lived on this land.  But time passed as it does, and the faithful that once flooded these lands to listen to the Priest talk about God and learn God’s teachings fell on hard times.  The world was changing, people were changing and faith was leaving this world one ignored prayer at a time.  The Priest and his Nuns did what they could to try to draw attention to the dying church by doing what all churches do, by having bake sales.”

“Trooper Leader Greg, this isn’t scary.”  Mark said.

“I’m getting there…do you want a story or not?”

“Okay…okay…” Mark said and filled his mouth with a raw marshmallow.

“But still they could not keep their lovely but fading church alive.  And so the once magnificent sanctuary faded in to obscurity.  But the Priest and the Nuns did not lose their faith and stayed here keeping faith in God and believing that they would resurrect their God loving home as Jesus was resurrected.  Year after year passed and one by one the Nun’s grew old and died of illnesses and old age.  Their bodies committed to the ground not far from here.  During this time a terrible storm moved in across the land.  High winds slapping the ground and blowing the trees, lighting shattering the darkness of the sky with thundering screams echoing over the land.  Rain fell hard turning the earth to mush.  During the storm the Priest ran out and looked up into the sky and yelled at God’s fury that was unleashed on the world that night.  He cried up to God and asked why, wanting to know why this was done to him, why he fell from favor and into despair.  It was during these blasphemies that God answered him by striking him dead with a powerfully lightening blast.  It is said that this blast of God’s might had turned the Priest into ash instantly his soul was set a flame.  Rumour has it that if you look in to the flames of camp fires you can see his set aflame.”

All the attention of the kids was now on the fire.  Greg smiled to himself, unscrewed the top of his drink and tossed it in to the flames.  The high alcohol content sent an explosion in to the air and sent the kids flying back in screams, but Greg was laughing.

“How was that?”  Greg asked.

“It was great.”  In the fire a shadow stood, its face broke, its body burnt.  From the shadows high pitched screams echoed as warped and impossibly skinny darks shadows came alive with claws for hands and white beady eyes set deep in their shadowed skulls.  Greg stood up but one quick slash sent a wave of blood up over the children spattering them as they went running into the surrounded forest with the clawed and pained spirits of the nuns chasing after them.  In the fire the Priest stood and looked down at the dying man who managed to ask.  “Who are you?”

The Priest smiled.  “We…are the Unsainted.”

Rocket Ship

I took a long deep pull on the cigarette that was mixed with some weed.  The drug policy at work was clear, don’t come to work high.  But getting high was the only way to make it through work.  Mixing it with tobacco hide it nicely.  It was lunch time and I had walked over to the park not to far from work.  Sat down on the same bench I always did and watched the world pass.  Checking out the occasional jogger in yoga pants as she ran through life.

Holding the cigarette between two fingers I reached for my water bottle and unscrewed the cap and took a few deep gulps of carbonated water, grapefruit was my flavor of choice.  A sudden bang caused me to drop my water bottle into my lap.  It scared the living crap out of me, and now it looked like I pissed my pants.  I looked around thinking it was a car accident, or a gun shot, or worse some kind of terror attack.  Seeing nothing I turned my attention to the sky and there were four vapour clouds in the shape of circles, each one a little small than the other.  Screams echoed through the park.  I heard one person yell out that this was a nuclear attack and we were all about to die.  I doubted that or we’d already be dead from the air burst.  The only reason I knew this was from video games and movies.

An object in the sky slowly caused me to stand, my head titled up as I watched this ship come in to focus.  It looked like a rocket ship straight out of 1950’s science fiction.  It was cylindrical in shape and came to a rounded point with long fins attached at the rear with a flame that seemed to be cutting in and out.  And the bloody thing was coming right at me.

I was in shock at being this close to some strange event, I wanted to move but my body was glued to the spot.

Sirens echoed in the city behind me as emergency services rolled up on to the scene.  Police cars jumped the curb, followed by swat vans.  Shit was hitting the fan it a big way.  Being the idiot that I am I decided to walk in to the park, following the emergency vehicles.  I had only walked a few steps before the ship passed out of view, hidden by the tree tops.  The ground shook and was followed by a bloom of dirt, sod, and women screaming.  The ship had crashed and I picked up my pace not wanting to miss out on the excitement of first contact.  Totally forgetting that my lunch was over.  But who was still working with all this racket going on?

 

I follow the emergence crew lights and my pace slowed as I near the scene.  Police cars blocked most of the crowd and the police officers were doing a great job at keeping the rest of us far enough away that we couldn’t see much.  Behind me a horn went off and I turned to see large black Hum-V’s enter the park.  They had no army or military insignia’s on them.  But they didn’t seem to give a shit who I was or anyone else.  After nearly running us over I watched the vehicles enter the park.

Men in dark suits stepped out, probably with some secret government department that I never had heard of.  They walked up to the police and whispered something and all there men were pulled back.  My attention then turned to what everyone else was staring at, a large ship with spider like legs holding it up right.  It was red and white with some scorch marks from when it entered the atmosphere.  The men in black suits walked up and stood just before it, military personal behind them in urban camouflage with weapons at the ready.

An orb of light between the men in black suits and the ship appeared.  It was bright and seemed to grow in brightness until a flash caused me to look away.  A gasp shared with the group moved through the crowd as we all shared a breath.  Standing where the orb had been were three….three…fuck if I knew what they were.  They looked like us but with short torsos and long limbs.  But there bodies were hidden behind some kind of suit.

And then it began.

People started to fall down like they were being choked and a few seconds later there was a pop sound.  Like a child had jumped in a deep puddle a wave of dark red blood was sent up in to the air.  The sound of guns silenced the sound of screams.  One by one people exploded like water balloons.  I did what I could only do.  I brought my cig from hand to my lips took a long hard pull.  A high pitched sound echoed inside my head, I felt a great pressure.  The cigarette dropped from my lips, I saw it flutter through the sky for a brief beautiful moment the cigarette hung in the air.  Then I to, went pop.

 

The End.

Eye Contact

And so it began…

I stared in to the eyes of a man who hated me and wanted nothing more then to see the end of me.  To feel his blade crack my ribs as it slide through my flesh puncturing the most important of organs was his greatest desire.  I didn’t stand in front of him defenceless, I had my own sword drawn, my fingers curled around the hilt waiting and ready.  When I looked into my enemies eyes I always found something new with in myself.  This time as I looked in to cold steel blue eyes of my enemy I felt peace.  My mind was calm and clear of thought.  Even the sounds that echoed around us on the battlefield sounded distant, like it would be days before the battle was at my feet.

He took a step and started to approach me, his breath could be seen in the cool spring air.  I counted his breaths.  One breath…two…three.  He was breathing quickly.  My own pulse started to race, blood from past slayed enemies slowly dripped from the tip of my sword.  Their lives stolen by me on orders from a King that I had never met and was not anywhere near the battle.  The young die so the old may live.  My father use to say until I killed him.  Oh…I’m sorry you thought you were riding along with the hero of the story.  No, that man stood across from me, walking towards me, wanting to take my life.

I had been exposed to death from an early age.  The first time I saw it was with my pet dog.  It had peed on the house floor and my father had beat it until it died.  The second was my father cutting down a curious man who had peaked inside the door of the lodge.  Looking some place he should not have.  My father killed out of blind rage,  I turned to the family business in to one that pays.

The first attack came, a thrust forward that I quickly parried out of the way.  Side stepping in the opposite direction that I deflected my enemies sword.  Bringing my blade around for my answer to his attack.  He recovered nicely deflected my blade but missed my fist that made good contact with his jaw.  His head snapped back, he lost his balance, and for a brief moment I thought it would end here.  With him falling to the ground and me running my blade through his neck so he could drown and choke on his own blood.

Turned out he was tougher than that and stood his ground.  Recovered in time to deflect a two handed blow that would have surely cut his head from his shoulders.  Each attack followed a perfectly time block.  Our dance continued, my own breath filling the air in front of me with a quick fog, only to disappear with in seconds to be made hole with another breath.

There was the sound of a horn, not from my side.  The horn was pure, clean, had a rather pleasing sound to it.  But it caught my enemies attention for a brief moment.  His sword lowered for just a second.  Instead of striking with my blade I had pulled a dagger out from under my cloak, which remained hidden from him.  With a quick thrust my triangular shaped dagger cut into him deeply.  I felt it scrap over bone before sinking deeper in to his side.

My enemies eyes went wide, with a twist I pulled it out and kicked him in the stomach, knocking him on to his back.  I stood over him looking down, his sword fallen from his hand.  Blood bubbling up from the wound.  My eyes not leaving his as I watched the life drain out of him.

I looked forward and saw men running, they were retreating.  I smiled and watched as men and women fighting on my side ran after them.  Wanting to not leave a single one of them standing.  I couldn’t help but think to myself as I watched the hordes retreat that it was a sad day for the free men and women of this world.  Sure, kings fall, some good, some bad.  No different then the one that pays me well to fight.  But I had this odd feeling that this time the weak would be come slaves, the capable would become servants , and people like me would find a different kind of freedom waiting for them in this new world.

 

The End

Don’t Tell Mom

Don’t Tell Mom


It was a beautiful day, the sun shining, the birds chipping, and Jerry wanted to go cliff diving.  He had texted me around noon, been overly excited about jumping off the cliff.  Even though it was all just talk.  Jerry never jumped, his chatter was about trying to convince himself to jump.  I had no problem jumping, either did Ethan.  Just Jerry, always wanting to do it, always saying he’d do it, but never actually going through with it.

I pulled on my surf shorts, got on my long board and skated over to Jerry’s place.  He was outside in his usual wife beater and black shorts, my shirt was folded neatly and tucked in to my surf shorts.  It was too damn hot out to wear it.

Jerry told me we’d be meeting Ethan at the cliff, we skated down main street.  Smiling as all the girls looks at us.  In our mind we figured we were hot shit, but they were probably pointing and laughing at 30 somethings skating down main street to go cliff jumping.

Ethan was sitting on the cliff when we arrived, watching the warm waters roll in from the ocean, seagulls were diving and riding on the up drafts.  I stood beside Ethan.

“All set to jump?”  We both turned and looked at Jerry.  Who instantly said you first.

“Alright me first.”  I walked to the cliff, looked down in to the waters.  “Cannonball!”  I yelled at the top of my lungs, then just as I hit the water I heard Ethan and Jerry yell shark.

I surfaced, saw the fin, instantly knew it was a great white, and started to swim for the shore.

“It’s coming for you!”  Ethan yelled.

I didn’t dare look behind, I pulled myself up on to the rock, looking over my shoulder to see the dorsal fin turn away and disappear in the water, my heart pounding in my chest.

Crawling up to the cliff’s top I lay down on the cool grass and looked up at my friends.  “Guys?”

“Yea.”

“Don’t tell my mom.”

The End

Chocolate


I sat between my mother and father, pulling at my collar as the tie was done up tightly.

“Stop that.” My mother shewed my hand away.

“It’s too tight!” I said

“Be quiet.  We are in church, have some respect for our lord and savior.  Your tie is fine and if you can breath it’s not to tight.”

I slumped back in the pew and took a deep breath…pouting.  Wearing ties was not something I enjoyed.  And spending my Sunday in church was also something I didn’t enjoy.  I crossed my arms and sat there staring up at the podium where an organist was playing some tune that I didn’t know.

Slowly the church started to fill up and I was thankful I was sitting between my parents.  I hated sitting next to strangers.  Especially if the guy was fat and took up all the room, I didn’t like being squashed by some stranger.  Why were churches always so hot?  Why did I have to wear this suit?  No other kids here were in suits.  Looking around at the other kids dressed in sweaters and wishing I was one of them.

“Why can’t I wear a sweater?”  I asked my Mother looking up at her.

“Shush, would you jump off a peer if everyone else did it?”

I didn’t answer.

“Exactly, now be quiet.”

I pouted again as a priest approached podium.

He held up the bible like it was some amazing gift for everyone to see then  opened it to the book mark he had placed in it.  He gave us all a long look.  His eyes moving over each of us and when he met mine I looked away and then he started to speak.

“Thank you all for joining me here, today I want to share a message that I hold dear to my heart and this church offers services for those that suffer from this affliction.  That is addiction.  Addiction can come in many forms.  Drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, addiction is the Devil’s work…”

My parents nodded their heads agreeing with every word.

“Some forms of addiction you wouldn’t even think were the work of the Devil.  Video games that poison the minds of young men and women and movies that lead them down the path of violence.”

“Music!”

I looked around to see where that came from but I couldn’t find the man that had yelled out.

“Yes my good Christian, music as well.  The world is full of addictions, full of temptation, it surrounds us and it will crush us if we let it.  In times of temptation look to Christ and he will offer a path.  The adults in this service will have the faith and the will to see through these temptations to see what they are to see the Devil laughing behind the scenes.  But you young children here with your parents.  I’m sure some of you don’t want to be here that you’d rather be playing with your heathen friends out there in the world full of addiction and temptation.”

I watched his hands flail as he spoke, giving these grand jesters.

“You should look to your parents now and thank them for bringing you here, for offering you shelter and to absolve your sins.  If it were up to me church would be held every day, as sin does not rest, addiction does not rest, temptation does not rest, why should we rest?  So now let me talk to the children, our future.  Who here likes chocolate?”

I looked around as every hand went up including mine.

“That looks to be all of you, good, I’m glad you shared your temptations under God’s roof.  You see chocolate too is a temptation, I bet you could eat it and keep eating it?  That my sons and daughters is the work of the Devil! He wants you to be a slave to gluttony.  How do we fight the Devil?  God, faith, and will power.  If you cannot say no to another piece of chocolate how do you think you will say no to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes. All of those are dirty habits, habits of the heathens not the good folk of this congregation.  Do you see the parallels?”

Again my parents and everyone around me nodded, agreeing with every word.  I just wanted chocolate.

“Good I see many nodding heads out there.  Addiction, temptation, it is all the Devil’s work.  Part of his master plan to poison your minds and draw you to his breast where you will spend eternity in the red pits of fire.  Is that where you want to be?  Being clawed at by demons, Hell’s minions running around torturing you for your sins?”

I looked around and many of the kids were shaking there heads.  Still I just wanted chocolate.

“Good I see many of you are in agreement with God, that is good, but I see some of you silent.  Join me in prayer, God spoke these word directly to me, and I wish to share them all with you now.”

He raised his hands to the sky and started to speak funny.  Yelling out words that sounded like baby talk.  Was this guy even speaking English?  Everyone around me seemed to be in a trance, heads tilted down, arms raised to sky.  Even some of the children were doing the same.  And they were all swaying back and forth, I started to get nervous, I sat still and continued to look around.

I had not seen my fathers eyes open.

“Son what are you doing?”

“I don’t know.”

“You better learn respect or when we get home there will be hell to pay.  He is trying to save our souls, to protect them from the sins of gluttony, addiction, and temptation.  You should know your place in God’s eyes.”

I nodded and followed in suit, coping my father.  Listening to the priest babble baby talk until he finished.

“Praise our Lord Jesus.”   Wiping his brow the priest continued.  “Now we will pass around the donation plate and please give generously, Jesus is watching.  Support your church as you would support your family.  Generosity is something the Lord will reward ten fold.”

The plate came to me and I passed it to my father who place a hundred dollar bill on the plate, that was a lot of money.  It could be me a lot of games.

“Now we shall exercise our demons, children please follow Mrs. Thomson to the backroom where you will learn about Jesus and his many miracles.  This next part is not meant for you to see.”

 

The End.

 

Channel 7 News Reporting

“Welcome back to channel seven news. Our field reporter Rupert Tumble is on site at the Mage School of Magic where a student is about to test his theory of teleportation. Rupert, over to you.”
“Thank you Shelia, this is the most amazing event I have ever covered. And I have covered some strange events. From the disappearance of Arch-mage Jing and the memorable blunder of second level mage Sterling who shrunk himself and was accidentally kill underfoot. We’ve been waiting here four hours hoping to see new initiate John Stam who is said to have the talent to be the next high-mage.”
“What’s that I hear behind you Rupert? Sounds like clapping?”
“Shelia indeed it is, John Stam has just walked out of the school and is approaching the media now. Our belief is that he is ready to start his attempt. I think it would be best if we just sit back and let Mr. Stam do his thing.”
“Thank you so much for coming today, I hope that I achieve what I have promised or you all will have wasted your time. So I need everyone here to be quiet as I begin this spell.” John Stam said addressing the crowd.
“You heard it Shelia.” Rupert whispered. “We are to remain quiet and watch.”

John stood with his arms out at his sides, his long purple cloak pooling at his feet, he started to move his arms up and down at his side like he was trying to fly. Everyone was astonished to see an orb start to form. The crowd gasped at the sight of a blinding light. The screen on the viewfinder when dark then Shelia appear on the screen.
“Well it appears we are having technical difficulties we—“
“Oh my god Shelia, the horror, a black hole has opened and people are getting sucked in to it, the horror, the shame.”
“Rupert you okay?”
“I’m sorry Shelia I cannot hear you, the black hole is getting bigger, this is the worse—“

I looked at the T.V screen. “Ah shit, not again.” With a look over my shoulder I yelled to my wife. “Honey, prepare the shuttle, we need to plan a vacation fast. The mage-school has messed up our country again.”

The End.

The Color Yellow

The world had literally fallen apart, not from nuclear war or the crash of any stock market. No, it had come from space and now it was going to end everything we knew and took for granted. For years now media outlets had carried programs with scientists specializing in the how and when the impact would occur and what we could expect. You could say the lucky ones would be mere miles from the impact of the asteroid. They would be vaporized immediately, their brain wouldn’t have time to comprehend what had happened and in seconds they would be…gone.
New reports showed huge masses of people making a pilgrimage to the projected impact site. Religious groups called it Armageddon, God cleansing the world of weeds. People had stopped going to work, there was no point in it. Who wanted to spend their last few days sitting in a empty office? I’m sure a few did, finding comfort in routine.

I spent most of my life avoiding people. Staying in doors playing video games and so I figure why not go out that way. But it was getting harder and harder to connect to the networks as the asteroid got closer and closer.

It was the day of the impact and nothing worked. I could have spent it with family but they never cared much about me.
Looking out my apartment window I could see people gathering in the streets. All with their heads looking up. I followed their stare and sure enough you could see this object moving through the blue sky. Some people hoped that it would break up as it entered Earth’s atmosphere. However that theory was proven wrong as we all stared at the asteroid.
There was no way to prevent this from happening. With all the technology in the would and all the great minds working on this single problem the time to act had come and gone, and now the time to watch and die was upon us.

The asteroid moved across the sky heading towards the horizon soon it would be out of sight and all that would be left to do was sit and wait. It disappeared over the horizon and was quickly followed by a bright yellow flash. It was happening for real, this was no movie, no video game, no hero to save us all. We were witnessing the end.

I closed the book and laid it on my chest, looking out the window. I looked up to the blue sky and wondered what life would be like here should the world end by asteroid? Lifting the book up I continued to read the last few pages enjoying end the story.

The End