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Noir Detective Story opening…Gun at the Head


DetectiveThere is a gun pointed at me by a woman in shadow right this very moment. Meager light from the street lamps fights it way through the blinds of my dark office as I sit behind my desk shrouded in nothingness.

Caught unaware I was, found with my left cheek upon my desk, asleep in a pool of my own drool alongside a bottle of rum sitting on its side with nary a drop to its name.

From my one eye that is allowed to see, light catches the barrel of the pistol firmly pressed, held by a well manicured stark white delicate hand. The pressure of the metal tube tight against my temple, which I’m sure, is creating a nice circular indentation upon my skin at this very moment.

I hear the rain outside pouring buckets of cats and dogs. I hear the cars cutting through the river that is the road as I sit immobile just two floors above this moving passive world.

I could die here tonight, brains sprayed all across my desk. The cops would have a hell of a time playing connect the dots in trying to figure out my face after the trigger was pulled. No opening of the casket for the wife and kids, or friends. If I had any of those.

She was itching to kill me. This was a woman who meant business.

I could tell she knew her business, knew her business well. She wasn’t breathing heavy, in fact she wasn’t breathing at all!

Well that’s peculiar.

A small, dithering of low laughter filled the darkened room around me. Who was with her? My one eyeball twirled to see.

“Don’t worry about them, they are the last thing you will need to worry about. Indeed the last.” Her voice crackled like burnt paper to my ear. I knew she was smiling eventhough I couldn’t see her.

“What do you want?” I asked, calmer than I felt. Perhaps I was already resigned to my fate.

“Your fate is in my hands is it? That has always been your mistake almost from the moment you drew air into this world. You are like so many I meet in this world.”

She pressed the gun harder against my skull. The metal bit deeper. I could feel the blood starting to flow down over my cheek near my eye.

“For fuck sakes! Stop! What do you mean!?”

“Think, you fucking moron. Why am I here. Right now. In this room. With you. Holding a gun to your head? Think hard before you speak another word.”

Think, think, think. I know if I said the right wrong thing she would pull the trigger.

“You got that right, stop telling yourself to think and actually do it.” Crinkle, crinkle went her papery voice.

She can hear what I’m thinking?

“Yes, for fuck sakes you are just now picking up on that, god I hate my job. Think.” I saw her grip tighten on the trigger.

So I thought. Quietly to myself. I thought. Then I knew.

“I know why you are here. I asked you to come. You are Death aren’t you? Actual Death.” I cringed in my own pool of drool just asking her, it? or what the fuck ever the correct pronoun was appropriate.

Suddenly the gun was removed from my head.

“Congratulations, now sit up, not much time left. Listen carefully. First, you are abysmal at killing yourself. I have presided over your almost corpse six times prior, waiting and waiting and you always seem to pull through. Now this seventh time you knock yet again on Death’s door. Do you know how rude it is to knock on someone’s door and then run away…..well do you!!” She yelled like a Banshee then, causing my overturned bottle of rum to shatter into a thousand pieces.

“Well?” she asked almost too quietly. I heard her tapping a foot on my hard wood floors.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. I thought that was a rhetorical question….of course it’s rude. I didn’t know I was ah uh knocking in my defense. I never thought death was literal in the sense that you are… I uh mean standing in front of me like your are in the real sense of things….” my words dithered slowly to a mumble as she slowly leaned forward into the dim light over my desk.

I was struck by how beautiful Death was immediately as her/it face came into view.

“Why thank you, and I should be and I’m not an IT, she is the proper pronoun, and I need you to hire you for job” she said, replying immediately to my thoughts.

” A job, me,  investigating for you, Death? What could I ever possibly help you with?

“My death, my very own death.  You see, someone in precisely seven  days, sixteen hours, three minutes and  two seconds is going to kill me.  I need you to find the killer before he, or she, or them, or it kills me.”

by Philip Wardlow  Jan 16th, 2023

Halloween Haikus


Forest of pitch and gloom
promise men carnal fortunes
with a witches smile
Did you blink and miss
floating eyes and toothy grin
Hee, Hee, What a Fool
It stands in the hall
one foot closer every night
Door locked tight, Knock, knock 
Dapper ghosts party
Halloween is upon them
drink, dance, and go Boo!

Haikus The progression of us


 

Kissing
Fate beckoned, smiling
Boldness overtook my lips
close in with a kiss

Twirling 
Your smile spun in me
Twirling your essence freely
When music found us

Friendship
Parts of you unfold
Soft thoughts grabbing at your life
Pulling me in tight

Intimate
Eager hands stripping all
Bodies apart now are one
Blissful connection

Apart
Your return long sought
Never fated together
yet always wished for

Reunion
A gift like lightning
Struck, never to recover
Weak and wanting more

New Year
Your thoughts in shadow
My thoughts focused on your eyes
forlorn and wanting.

Realization
Tears flowed in close trust
Tore down walls revealing love
A tender touch found

Futures
Intertwined steps dance
Newfound melodies captured
Hand to heart to mind

 

by Philip Wardlow 2018

Witch Hunt


 

WitchsBroomsticks

 

Sister,  sister, you’re dead now. 
known as only ashes buried deep in a cold shallow
grave at the top of a lonely hill…
I saw you burn hotter than the sun, tied to a stake
worse than a dog was ever done.
Sister,  your shrieks still fill my ears from
that day, as they continued to pile on the wood to your funeral pyre.
I saw them laugh as the flames rose ever higher and higher.
I could only salt the earth with my tears for I was far too young.
Far too young  to save  a lighted soul such as yours being wronged.
My own darkened that day,
blacker than a shipbuilder’s pitch.
A witch you never were, but now
a witch I have become,
and tonight I hunt.
Hunt for the many ones,
and oh they will surely see a witch
tonight of the like they
have never seen.

 

By Philip Wardlow 2016

My Killer Girlfriend


 

Huntress

 

I knew the moment I spied you

that the devil lived behind those blues.

How long ago did you trap him, for

I see he’s itching to play.

It’s clear from our encounter,

your a girl who  can handle her boomstick

when it goes off with a kick.

Your grip on the gun is tight but loose as

silver bullets fill it, along with a gleam.

You smile that smile that I could die for as the

full moon rises, and

the day descends to glorious night.

My hand takes yours as we roam

the dank castle far beneath in the catacombs.

I’ll take the hammer,  you take the stake

as we take out a vampire or two on our first date.

When other monster’s wish to interlude upon

our first kiss your casual air and

sadistic flair with an axe

cannot be denied as the crimson droplets fly

in the midnight air….Oh, I think I’m in love!

Let’s not dawdle, let’s not hesitate in our fate.

For we have a rendezvous, me and you, and it involves

Frankenstein and the Wolfman’s  heads

on a plate.

 

by Philip Wardlow

The Dark – Halloween Poem


The Dark –IntheDark

I’m in the dark.

I look at it, as it looks at me.

Silently it sits.

The minutes  draw out to what seems hours.

I move left, it moves to follow.

So I stop. It stops.

The sound of heavy breathing, like the bellows of a fire

emit from its mouth. My heart speeds up.

It seems to be waiting for something. But what?

I raise my hand as if to wave. It waves backs.

Oh you fool,  it’s just your reflection in the mirror.

Calm your breath, its your own lungs you hear

expelling in your ears, your own movements which

track from across the room distilled from the dim

photons which bounce back to your misguided

eye.

“You idiot” I tell myself out aloud.

“Yes, you are” it answers back.

by Philip Wardlow

Killer Pumpkins – Poem #13


Killer Pumpkinskiller-pumpkinWeapons

Ba dump…ba dump…ba ba dump.

Bump…

Bump…

They roll.

They stroll

down the streets;

orange and angry.

Why do they roll?

Why are they not in bed,

with green leaves as blankets

To cover their orange ripply heads.

I suppose they’re pissed off

for being left behind

in the patch.

What the fuck was wrong

with them, they ask.

It’s Halloween and they’ve

waited long enough.

Knives in hand with

grins carved in,

ready to show

the little tricker-treat bastards

a real killer

pumpkin.

So they roll

and they stroll

down the street.

Ba dump.

 

KillerPumpkin

Halloween Shorts (Haikus)


ShadowPeople

The Dark needs my Soul
For it is feeding time now,
it’s always hungry.

********

ScaryDoll

I think it sees you,
I am sorry that is so
He kills very slow

*********

Think driven by the wind?
A lonely swing in the dark.
When alive, her friend.

*******

by Philip Wardlow 2016

My Progress ?


Booklight

 

Thought I would update everyone on the progress on my Book I plan on putting out this year as a collection of  Horror, Fantasy, and Science Fiction all in one.

Shooting for a Lucky 13 stories to go into the Book… Hey!  Maybe that phrase could be part of the Title of the Book. Nah,  it’s probably been over done…I will have to think on it…. 🙂

Check out my progress so far in my writing on the various titles going in the book.

BTW I still need artists for various small sketches to donate an original drawing or artwork based a story or two. Nothing big. just some original stuff would be nice to give it a little pizzazz!

OKAY see below my list of stories either done or in the work.  WISH me luck!

Go HERE for Synopsis of some of the stories below:

Finished Stories

  1. The Summoning *
  2. Witch Hunt *
  3. Bits and Pieces*
  4. Flight Through the Forest
  5. Demon in the Details*
  6. Time Stopped
  7. Roadkill (Novella)
  8. Fire Extinguished

Stories at about 90% Done**

  1. Power in Me

Stories about 25% Done***

  1. The Well
  2. Sinkhole
  3. To Take a Life

Stories at intro to 10%

  1. Alphabet Killer
  2. Thousand Years
  3. Year of the Crow
  4. The Circuit Board

 

TheReader