Showing posts with label prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prose. Show all posts

Saturday, January 6, 2024

In the Present Tense #8Sunday

  

Photo by Mathilde Langevin (mathildelangevin) on Unsplash

In the Present Tense

“My husband’s name is Rama Abadjiev. He is thirty-eight years old, and he is from the country of Turkey. We have a three-year-old daughter named Claudia.”

Natali Dhaval repeated the information to the forensic team who pulled her husband’s body from the pool as if referring to Rama in the present tense could return him to life. Part of her realized the medical examiner needed to know if she had any information about her husband’s drowning, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit he was dead.

“My husband’s name is Rama Abadjiev,” Natali repeated. “My husband’s name is Rama...”

notes

I went off the rails a bit in December. I want to continue sharing the drabbles I wrote last May.

Five of my (C. L. Hart's) drabbles can be found in The Damned drabble anthology. I didn't submit this story for potential inclusion in The Damned because while the situation described is horrible, it doesn't qualify as horror.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles










Sunday, December 3, 2023

Time's Up #8Sunday

  


Time’s Up

Eulalia Bonner, the mayor of the Village of Peace on the coast of Nucleycia, read the crumpled three-word note again, as if mulling it over for the thousandth time would bring any more resolution than reflecting on it for the nine hundred and ninety-ninth.

TIME’S UP, BITCH.

If she refused to allow the churlish Duke of Atrar access to Nucleycia via the Port of Malfair, he would render every one of the Village’s pristine white buildings to rubble. If she gave into his demands, the entire population of Nucleycia would suffer.

“We must stand up to him,” Mayor Bonner declared.

notes

Five of my (C. L. Hart's) drabbles can be found in The Damned drabble anthology. I didn't submit this story for potential inclusion in The Damned because while the situation described is horrible, it doesn't qualify as horror.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles












Saturday, October 21, 2023

Noxsious Impulsse

Your host, Doctor Noxsious Impulsse

Builders, real estate moguls, fellow scientists, lend me your ears while we drink these beers! I propose we drain The Furthest Quagmire to create the perfect location for the new Serene Shoppers Paradise and Office Park. 

Draining wetlands is like unclogging your toilet. It clears things up!

Repurposed swampland is the perfect location to construct a solid foundation because what was once wet is now dry. You could also say what was once squalid is now solid!

In this image formulated by our architects and artists, you can see how attractive and shiny the new Serenity Center will be compared to the bleak quagmire it currently is.

Listen to this audio sample to hear the pleasing sounds of chattering voices, footsteps clicking on shiny floors, and cars passing by on the motorway. Compare that with the unsettling chirps, shouts, shrieks, squeaks, and groans of who knows what, which our unpaid interns recorded on a night in The Furthest Quagmire.

Feast your schnozzes on these samples our chemists have concocted for your olfactory pleasure! From left to right, they are A Day At The Office, Clean Clothes Cologne, Eu de Multiplex, New Mall Smell, Perfume Counter, and, of course, Whiff of Food Court. Compare these pleasant wafts of joy with Stink of Swamp, and I'm sure you'll be sold.

Speaking of the Food Court, taste these superb selections our chefs have prepared for you. Cheeseburgers! Corn dogs! Giant pretzels! Fish and chips! Panda Delight Chinese-Inspired Cuisine, delightfully concocted without using a single panda! And, of course, that all-time cheesy and chewy favorite, pizza!

Conversely, you could gnaw on a blade of swamp grass. But why would you?

And now, my friends, allow me to delight your tactile senses. Feel the sumptuous pleather of our multiplex seats. Delight in the variety of textiles from our clothing outlets. Delight your digits with a new pair of gloves! Top your top with one or several of our tantalizing tops! Wrap your booty in the perfect pair of pantaloons! It's all possible at the mall!

Or, you could plunge your hand into a bowlful of swamp muck. The choice is yours. I know which one I'd pick.

Can you smell the sound of the popcorn popping? Can you hear the scent of a new perfume? Can you see musical notes? It's all possible in our Sensory Experience rooms at the Peace Well Spa.

I guarantee Donald Trump will turn from orange to green with envy when he sees this place. Trump Tower has nothing on the splendid Serenity Center and nobody drains a swamp like Storm Construction.

A swamp can be beautiful, of course, in a gross and unpleasant sort of raw and natural way. 

Still, nothing compares to the glistening beauty of a trendsetting shopping/office complex. 

The sooner we can clear away the spoddled* swamp and make way for the fresh gleam of commerce and industry, the better.

As overflow in the areas surrounding The Furthest Quagmire is common, surely draining the swamp will reduce the frequency of flooding in The Thundering Wilderness area.

I understand the concerns some of you have raised, but please believe me, I'm not tying a bear to you. Don't treat me with a fish in my face by making an elephant out of a fly. Have dumplings instead of flowers! Don't have mustard after lunch!

Let us not behave like puzzled butterflies of dishonesty!

Failure to approve this project makes us all as useful as dead leaves on spring trees in a young woodland ravaged by fire. The vibrant green of the vegetation in this fresh forest is dull and lifeless. The clear blue sky is a murky gray, sullied by smoke. By controlling unchecked growth, the Serenity Center reduces the pollution generated by forest fires!

Allow me to pause time to give you the chance to fully consider the brilliant proposal of Doctor Noxsious Impulsse for the glorious development of worthless wetlands into a splendid center of human comfort and commerce!

With my new Serenity Center, I will achieve glory previously unrealized by mere human innovation. 

Will you allow the untidy finger of conservationists to impede productive progress?

With the Serenity Center's state-of-the-art information technology, the quantum expanse of interdimensional cyberspace facilitates the transcendental integration of hyper-dimensional algorithms, enabling the acceleration of infinite fractal potentials within the cosmic harmonics of collective consciousness.

Mónésó’táhoenôtse kosa?

Is the keyboard telling you what to do, or are you thinking for yourself?

Close your eyes and allow your mind to form a picture. A breathtaking sunset paints the sky in shades of fiery orange and soft lavender. Wisps of mauve clouds drift lazily, casting delicate shadows over a gleaming modern expanse encompassing some 59 acres. The silhouettes of tall pine trees stand stoically beside their concrete and metal masters, their dark branches reaching toward the vibrant heavens. The air is perfectly still, carrying the faint scent of cultivated wildflowers and tilled earth. As the sun sinks lower, its warm glow gradually gives way to a cool, ethereal twilight as sodium lights come on in the parking lot. Stars emerge from their hidden recesses one by one and begin to flicker, illuminating the vast canvas of the night sky above that marvel of human innovation, the Serenity Center. The moon, a radiant pearl suspended in the ebony expanse, casts a gentle glow over the architectural marvel below. The cultivated landscape seems to breathe in unison, its very essence captured in the serene stillness of forever.

Storm Construction hopes you will vote yes on this ambitious and innovative project. We will invite you to attend the history-making moment when we begin draining The Furthest Quagmire. There will be food trucks and a carnival for the kids, followed by fireworks and a show featuring holographic performances of focus group-approved, fully sanitized pop songs. A vote for Storm Construction is a vote for progress! We hope we can count on you!

Noxsious Impulsse, PhD
Lead sciences and human relations Vanguard of Vainglory
Magna Cum Laude
Trump University 2010

 notes

Let's get this out of the way first. I backdated this poem.

https://experiencewriting.com/2023/10/21/oct-21-prompts-hiding-in-the-swamp/

Today, OctPoWriMo participants were charged with writing a poem from the perspective of a mad scientist and using the Twenty Little Poetry Projects exercise created by Jim Simmerman. Oh, also the word swamp or concept of a swamp is involved somehow. 

https://amzn.to/48SrKyf

I asked the Quickwrite AI to generate an image of a mad scientist in a swamp. I will provide more information about Quickwrite at the end of the post.

I decided to write about the insane and horrific idea of draining wetlands to allow for buildings to be constructed where the wetlands were. I'm writing from the perspective of a lunatic who thinks this is a good idea and is trying to convince others to agree. Let me clarify: I don't think it's a good idea at all.

Here are the steps I used to create this mess.

Begin the poem with a metaphor.

Say something specific but utterly preposterous.

Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.

Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).

Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.

Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.

Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.

Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.

*I was today years old when I learned that spoddled is, apparently, an Australian slang term meaning broken or ruined.

Use an example of false cause-effect logic.

Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).

https://www.yourdictionary.com/articles/idiom-meanings

I didn't do that. I used a few idioms I found interesting and/or amusing.

In German, “to tie a bear to someone” means you’ve tricked them.

Also in German, “an elephant made out of a fly” means to make a big deal out of nothing.

in Italian, “to treat someone with a fish in their face” means to disrespect someone.

in Japanese, “to have dumplings instead of flowers” means you’ve chosen something useful over something decorative.

In Polish, “mustard after lunch” means it’s too late to do something.

Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”

https://randomwordgenerator.com/adjective.php

https://perchance.org/concrete-noun

https://perchance.org/abstract-noun

Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.

Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”

https://www.bestrandoms.com/random-superpower-generator

Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.

Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.

Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.

Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.

I'm going to admit that I allowed the QuickWrite AI to generate this portion. Today's little project has taken much longer than I had expected, and I am under a pressing deadline to write 6000 more words today so I can get a story draft to my editor and finished for inclusion in the forthcoming For The Love of Winter anthology from First Coast Romance Writers. This is my third try at writing a story for this anthology, so...yeah. I'm letting QuickWrite have this line.

Use a phrase from a language other than English.

Mónésó’táhoenôtse kosa?

This phrase means "Are you still riding the goat?" in Northern Cheyenne. It's a way of asking if a person has separated from his or her significant other. I'm going to assume my extremely unreliable narrator has misinterpreted it to mean "Are you still on the fence?" Also, he's probably trying to sound bigly smart for his captive audience.

https://www.fluentu.com/blog/rare-idioms-from-around-the-world/

Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).

Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.

Here's another helpful free resource that I use frequently to facilitate my flights of fancy.

https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/

sharing with

I miss Earthweal! I would have liked to share this piece with them.






About QuickWrite



I normally don't use as much of QuickWrite's content in my creations as I did in this piece. I use it to generate images for fun or to write placeholder scenes when I'm stuck in a story. I later replace these scenes from my own muddled mind, sometimes retaining minor elements. Also, it's helpful for book descriptions because, not to put too fine a point on it, mine tend to suck ass.

Monthly access to QuickWrite is $49.99. Lifetime access is $497. You can check it out here.

Friday, October 20, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: In the Present Tense

Photo by Mathilde Langevin (mathildelangevin) on Unsplash

In the Present Tense

“My husband’s name is Rama Abadjiev. He is thirty-eight years old, and he is from the country of Turkey. We have a three-year-old daughter named Claudia.”

Natali Dhaval repeated the information to the forensic team who pulled her husband’s body from the pool as if referring to Rama in the present tense could return him to life. Part of her realized the medical examiner needed to know if she had any information about her husband’s drowning, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit he was dead.

“My husband’s name is Rama Abadjiev,” Natali repeated. “My husband’s name is Rama...”

notes

I didn't submit this drabble to Dragon Soul Press for inclusion in The Damned horror drabble anthology. Losing a loved one is life-altering. It is a personal horror that never ends. The piece, however, contains no supernatural elements and although it could be the opening for a crime thriller, this possibility isn't clear cut.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.




Thursday, October 19, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: Time's Up

 

Photo by Igor Lypnytskyi  (ilypnytskyi) on Unsplash


Time’s Up

Eulalia Bonner, the mayor of the Village of Peace on the coast of Nucleycia, read the crumpled three-word note again, as if mulling it over for the thousandth time would bring any more resolution than reflecting on it for the nine hundred and ninety-ninth.

TIME’S UP, BITCH.

If she refused to allow the churlish Duke of Atrar access to Nucleycia via the Port of Malfair, he would render every one of the Village’s pristine white buildings to rubble. If she gave into his demands, the entire population of Nucleycia would suffer.

“We must stand up to him,” Mayor Bonner declared.

notes

I didn't submit this drabble to Dragon Soul Press for inclusion in The Damned horror drabble anthology because it reads more like the start of a military/political action thriller than horror. Not that the aftermath of political conflict isn't horrific for the survivors.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Wednesday, October 18, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: Beneath the Surface

 


Photo by Kevin Charit (kevin_charit) on Unsplash

Beneath the Surface

Messias Robertsen wished he’d chosen a career in any field besides archaeology. He rued the day he found the hieroglyphs carved into the Altar of Rock at the Farms of the Vanquished on the shore of the River of Rust. Since that day, he’d been plagued by sanity-scarring nightmares.

Messias gazed out the tavern window at the row of volcanic islands extending across Turtle Bay Harbor. He looked at the sketch of the creature that had been haunting his sleep. His dreams told him the thing would rise from the sea near The Sleeping Skerry on the next full moon. 

notes

I submitted this story to Dragon Soul Press for potential inclusion in The Damned horror drabble anthology, but it didn't make the cut. 

That's all right, five of the drabbles I submitted did pass muster. Plus, you'll also find more great drabbles by other talented authors.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Tuesday, October 17, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: The Trial

 

Photo by Ong Cheng Zheng (ocz0929) on Unsplash

The Trial

Blaire Brock fired her gardener Sandalio Juárez after he scolded her for killing a snake. Before leaving, he warned her that one day el padre de las serpientes would make her stand trial for her loathsome ways. She laughed at him, telling him she’d send him his final check. The sophisticated English heiress wasn’t about to let a superstitious Spaniard spook her.

As Blaire dressed for bed, she heard leaves rustling. She screamed at the sight of a great green snake staring at her. The window opened and the beast slithered inside.

Blaire’s maid found her dead the next morning.

notes

This story appears in The Damned horror drabble anthology from Dragon Soul Press.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Monday, October 16, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: Three Things

 

Photo by ayush kumar (ayushk9) on Unsplash


Three Things

Ashok Bolesław-Bove simply wanted to get out of his own head for a while. His girlfriend had just broken the news that she was pregnant. Of course he intended to do the right thing. He was a man of integrity, and certainly he was old enough to be a father at thirty-two. However, he was still heartbroken over the death of his Papa Úlfr three years previously from COVID-19, and his Papa Julian had recently been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Ashok sat in the bathtub fully clothed, wishing he could drown in the tears that refused to flow from his eyes.

notes

This drabble is the second half of the story I published yesterday. I didn't submit it for publication consideration because it isn't a Damned horror story.

Here's yesterday's drabble.

https://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2023/10/wrong-tober-2023-flying-high-8sunday.html

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Friday, October 13, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: The Fog

 

Photo by and machines (and_machines) on Unsplash


The Fog

The thick yellow fog hanging in the air had real and devastating consequences. The town’s population lay dead in their homes. Animals lay dead in the fields. Flowers hung their heads as their petals dropped away. Leaves turned brown and rotten on trees and vines.

The drone that had released the gas was shot down forty-five miles away from its target. Its destruction would make no difference. Others like it had already been dispatched to agricultural areas all across the nation. A society without readily available food quickly begins to crumble. All the enemy had to do now was wait.

notes

This story is included in The Damned anthology from Dragon Soul Press.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.



Monday, October 9, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: The Enforcers

 

Photo by Andrew Haimerl (andrewnef) on Unsplash


The Enforcers

The way Hanaa Burnham danced down the sidewalk seemed to defy physics. Father Ruben Bellincioni watched her pass by. Seeing her coming, Abd-Al-Malik Ajam stepped from the shadows near the Grind House Cafe, asking if she knew how to get to the King’s Mill Library.

While Hanaa conversed with the slight, affable young man, the heavyset elderly priest slipped up behind her and pulled her into the alley. The cleric straddled the terrified young woman, restraining her beneath his burly body, covering her mouth with one of his powerful hands. The slim, bespectacled student slit her throat in one pass.

notes

This piece appears in The Damned horror drabble anthology.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Sunday, October 8, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: The Drain #8Sunday

 

Photo by byMATTER MADE BETTER (bymatter) on Unsplash

The Drain

Professor Vladimir Reed-Field wished he had never taken the job at Miskatonic University. He’d never had problems like this when he was teaching at the University of Hawaii. A volcanic eruption would be a welcome change over the sound coming from that damn kitchen sink.

The plumber from Blizzard Pipeworks could find nothing wrong with the drain. She’d scoped it, snaked it, and performed a full flush. She said that sometimes the plumbing in Arkham’s old houses just made odd noises.

The problem wasn’t the pipes themselves. It was the thing inside the pipes that kept whispering the professor’s name.

notes

This is one of five drabbles selected for publication in The Damned anthology from Dragon Soul Press. Yes, I already shared this piece, but my brain was on overload and I cocked the post up. I'm resharing the cleaned-up version today.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Saturday, October 7, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: The Pinnacle

 

Photo by Mo (mo_design_3d) on Unsplash

The Pinnacle

The cabin in sixteen-year-old Shideh O’Floinn’s dream was not user-friendly. Innumerable steep steps carved into a slender peak of white stone led to the confounding cottage. The dream always culminated with Shideh plummeting from the precipice just as she reached the strange edifice. Right before she hit the ground, a gust of wind whispered “thirty-two.”

“It’s a foolish structure,” Shideh told her father as the pair prepared for a climbing expedition. “It’s completely open to the elements. I only ever see one room with a plant, a recliner, a table, and two chairs for visitors. I can’t fathom its implication.”

notes

I didn't end up submitting this piece for potential inclusion in The Damned. While it has a paranormal or supernatural feel, it doesn't really scream "horror."

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Thursday, October 5, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023:

 

Photo by MontyLov (montylov) on Unsplash

Midnight Fascinations

Berach Novak wasn’t sure he believed the rosary Father Baumgardner had given him would grant him protection. Further, he wasn’t sure he wanted to behave in accordance with the doctrine he’d grown up with. If he was honest, he hoped that putting red satin sheets on the bed might prompt a return from the strangely compelling midnight visitor with the tall, muscular body and long, black hair cascading over his shoulders.

“I can’t come in unless invited,” the visitor told him.

Berach prayed one Hail Mary before placing the rosary in his nightstand and calling out, “come to me now!”

notes

I didn't submit this piece for potential inclusion in The Damned because it's m/m supernatural romance, not horror.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Tuesday, October 3, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: The Investment

 

Photo by Jaromír Kalina (jkalinaofficial) on Unsplash

The Investment

Cambyses Fiala believed the old house was a good investment. His brother Moray agreed, until he realized that Camby planned to refurbish the house rather than razing it and rebuilding. Their partner, Valentyn Asanuma, felt the place contained an evil energy. Camby, however, could sell sawdust to a lumber mill. He convinced his partners that the Winthrop place would be their company’s crowning achievement.

Three days had passed since anyone had seen Cambyses. His tearful wife told his partners and the police that he was planning to stop by the Winthrop house on the way to pick up some takeout.

notes

I did not submit this piece for potential inclusion in The Damned as it is more mystery than horror. 

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.