To all the “cougars” out there, shame on you for not calling yourselves “Thundercats” shame on you.
Credit to sammy morris
@themorris23 from twitter
To all the “cougars” out there, shame on you for not calling yourselves “Thundercats” shame on you.
Credit to sammy morris
@themorris23 from twitter
Haiku Collection 1
Her car sped by mine
My pleasant day fell apart
Tears in her eyes hurt.
Little blonde girl laughs.
Jumps, smiles, eyes wide with wonder
Innocence still found.
Dark sun goes down fast
Warmth never there, fades away
Into the night glow.
Holes punched in the wall,
Door slams, tires screech away.
You never know pain.
I place the bottle.
It spins as her eyes grow wide.
Fortune favors me.
I’m trying to capture
a lit bit of magic.
Distill out the mundane,
filter out the impurities,
and infuse a little energy
into this tired body and brain.
You have always been that
catalyst, that additive, that chemical,
or heat to speed the reaction.
Give me just a dash of you and
I will change this lead to gold
or this chunk of coal
to a diamond that
sparkles like your
Your kiss may be the final
ingredient to the elixir of life
that I have long sought.
Oh how elusive that magic is
at being caught
and wrangled like
lightning in a bottle.
But I am an alchemist, and
with my books, my bottles, my studies
my mythos, my faith, and you…
I shall wrestle with the five mysteries of life;
air, earth, fire, water, and the
and condense their natures down into
a malleable creature from which
I can ride with you into the night.
by Philip Wardlow
Marek ran hard through the thick underbrush, wary of outlying limbs or wet patches of dew covered grass. No need to go down in a tumble, then he would should surely be dead. Almost there, he thought wildly. Almost there, was still not near enough. Do these things ever tire? The gods know I am, he thought.
He could hear their caterwauling screeches all around him as they communicated to each other in some inane language he couldn’t began to understand, cooperating, trying to box him, trying to trap him. Intelligent little bastards, he wouldn’t have thought as much. Out the corner of his eye he saw a flit of shadowed forms appear and then disappear suddenly out of the darkened mists which collected in clumps on the forest floor like a rolling wispy snake crawling across the ground.
They were gaining on him. If they surrounded him he would be hard pressed to fight through them. One creature no problem,two no problem,hell not to boast but ten would probably be no problem for his strong sword arm, but to his estimation there were hundreds. So he ran like the dog he was.
It didn’t help that as he ran he was hindered, with one hand having to hold the large package that he was hired to steal back from a temple of zealots buried deep in this god forsaken forest he now ran in. Half his job was done, now he was entrusted to return the package to its rightful owner, King Erris; whose contract he had foolishly taken on. The second half of the deal was looking to be harder than the first had been.
Knowing of his reputation as a cunning fighter and fearless warrior they had offered him a payment of twenty thousand in gold, literally a Kings ransom indeed! How could he refuse! The few meager coppers he had in his pouch along with the pitcher of ale in his hand when the King’s men approached him in the bar had been his only possessions besides the sword and the clothes on his back. The meager coin and ale looked more inviting at this moment, not to mention the big hipped serving wench who had been giving him the eye all through the night while he drank his weight in spirits.
Let this be a lesson learned if he survived. Some jobs were just to big for any amount of gold to be had.
The King said the treasure stolen by the religious fanatics was more priceless than anything, worth more than a thousand kingdoms he had told him. If this treasure was not returned, kingdoms would fall, men would die, destinies would be denied. What was this treasure that the King had stolen from , Marek had asked. The King would not say even when Marek had pressed him. Only that he would know it when he came upon it. Four other contracts such as him had already failed, some individuals like him, others who had went in teams of three or four. Only one man had returned of them all, empty-handed and had died three days later from his inflicted wounds but not before giving them the valuable information of where the treasure was being held inside the temple.
Know it Marek soon did , as he had crept into the inner sanctum of the black veined marbled temple after scaling up the almost vertical walls to the uppermost parapets where he was told it would be housed in a circular chamber guarded by the blackest of demon dogs you never would wish to encounter. The three dogs surrounded its circumference , all clad in steel mail over their entire body with the color of the darkest pitch stealing the light as it hit its surface. Sharp canines dripped spittle from their massive muzzles to burn like acid upon the stones they walked.
Marek had quickly rushed one catching it by surprise sending it over the edge to tumble and bounce against the hard stone far below. The other two well, they had been a little tougher to deal with not being caught by surprise.
Luckily they had never been trained to work together against a common foe. As they advanced on him they actually more than once snarled and bit at each other to see who could get to kill Marek first.
He had used their dislike for each other to his advantage by keeping one always in front him with the other behind its companion causing the rear dog to lash out at the other dog’s heels in frustration.
He had taken the front demon dog in the eye with the point of his sword when it was distracted sending it into a wild spasm as his sword entered into its brain and scrambled it like eggs in a frying pan.
The other dog had advanced on Marek slowly, weary now that its two companions had been so quickly dealt with by this new adversary.
Marek knew he had to dispatch this thing soon before any others came along, but he didn’t dare go in for a strike to the thing’s mailed body and risk the creatures bite or even drippings of its spittle on him which could cause him to lose the use of his arm in an instant. So he did what he was good at, he ran.
The creature thought him scared and running for his life so it had become emboldened and ran after him. Marek ran faster and gained some distance on him and then he suddenly stopped. The creature’s momentum carried it forward and with blade held at eye level, Marek jumped high into the air toward the creature as it came in its headlong rush at him. He came down in a stabbing arc to the top of the creature’s head to bury his blade in deep dead center between the dogs ears punching through the black mail covering its skull. It quivered and died.
With the last of the beasts dispatched he had entered through the bronze doors to the inner chamber. There inside on a raised dais made of white marble inside a crystal bowl of the palest blue was a baby wrapped in a red silk blanket. Nothing else had been in the room chamber save that. So he knew what the treasure was as the King said he would.
These creatures that chased him now were different than the foul dogs he had faced. These things seemed almost human in nature but twisted with thin whip like bodies and elongated distorted limbs propelled them through the forest after him. He only caught glimpses of them as he ran but that had been enough to spur him to a faster pace.
Through it all the baby had been as quiet as a mouse not saying a word. It just looked up at him as he had run with its deep blue eyes with all the confidence in the world it seemed, that Marek would carry him from out of this place, safe and sound back to his home. For very personal reasons one being his own neck, Marek didn’t want to let the little imp down.
The day was coming up fast as the sun was just breaking the horizon ahead through the trees. Soon he would be able to see clearly what was chasing him. The trees were becoming more spread out and the vegetation less dominate in places. He was nearing the edge, he may yet have a chance. These creatures he was told, feared the desert, that was why the other man had made it out and back to tell the tale. He just had to get there first.
Then the thing happened he did not wish to have happened, his right foot caught the edge of a wet moss-covered rock throwing him off-balance. He instinctively rolled into the fall across the ground smothering the baby in a loose but tight protective cocoon with his arms and hands as he did so. Marek ended up on his back looking up at the nighttime sky through the forest trees, it was a dim blue with a wisp of white creeping in.
He heard the chattering of many voices draw near. Marek tried to stand but was met with pain in his left ankle. It felt like he had twisted it. Gods that ale would taste good right about now, he thought idly.
They drew in closer, from behind, to the left, right and now they closed the circle, in the front. His exit to the east was closed.
He forced himself to stand. fighting through the pain and drew his sword, leaning against a nearby tree for support. He saw an army of them crawling over the ground to him. Their eyes started to glow gold in the burgeoning light of day as they neared.
He looked down at the baby he held still with its eyes blue and confident in him. The treasure to topple Kingdoms the King had said, for destinies to be lost or made. What will they say of me little one?
Marek reached out a finger to touch the little one’s cheek. The babe held up its to little hand to grab it. Marek noticed a tattoo, better yet a birthmark it seemed on its small forearm in the shape of a Crescent moon with a pale mist of cloud passing in front of it.
Marek made a sharp intake of breath. Could it be. The Redeemer?
He had heard the prophecies but he had never thought to see it come in his lifetime.
He gripped his sword tighter in his hand and looked out at the horde. They were all but twenty feet away in tight circle about him. They had stopped. They were waiting for me to turn him over to them.
They stood motionless shoulder to shoulder. A hair could not have slid between the space they allowed.
Arms ending with three sharp talons rested on the ground twitched occasionally, perhaps in anticipation of his imminent death at their hands and the fulfillment of their task the creatures had been sent for..
They did not chatter at each other or at him. They just looked at him with cold dead stares. Their thin slit likes mouths were all closed tight in a devilish grin as if to say game over my friend.
He did the only thing he could. He tigtened his grip on his sword and the little one and grinned right back and said,
“Come on.” He whispered softly.
The babes tattoo began to burn bright against its flesh, the moon glowing on its skin as if set high in a nighttime sky.
The pain in his ankle was gone, his strength had returned tenfold.
He raised his sword high and came at them with a growl…
Into the Woods
The young man walked into the darkening woods
few dared tread even in daylight,
for there were many a tale of a sly fey or evil
sprite who walked there at night.
Not caring for rogue or dark highwayman to
lay upon him on the open road as he slept,
he sought the sanctuary of the deep forest
instead for his bed.
He bunkered down next to a dead fallen tree
and built a small fire against the cold that crept
as the sun crawled deep and fled into a hole
in the ground as he prepared for sleep.
He stared into the fire and being young let his
fancies take flight, beginning to imagine eyes in
the woods contemplating him, waiting for him
in the burgeoning night.
He wasn’t a child to lose himself,
so he shook off his disquiet and the cold and closed
his weary eyes pretending to be bold and found sleep
even through his fear of the unknown.
Into the night he slept until the crescent moon
shone high overhead casting pale blue shadows
across his face and breast as he slept on his
Now some say if the moon finds you in the forest
other things may as well, like a beacon to a boat
far off shore.
The young man started awake to the feeling
of a finger lightly brushing his cheek,
cold but oddly yet full of heat.
The fire was mere embers casting a feeble light,
but he could see the outline of a figure nearby, one arm
outstretched toward him, sitting in a low crouch
swaying to and fro and cooing as if in love.
The young man sprang up and backed over and
behind the tree and clutched at the hag bone which
hung around his neck for encounters such as these.
A good thing his talisman he wore for he may have
found himself dead in the morn.
“Come hither, Come closer.” It seemed to whisper in
his very ear, even though the creature was across from him
and not near.
It moved closer and the light from the dying fire
caught its face just so to reveal black pupils set against
black orbs which should have been bone white.
The face sneered at him with a clown like grin showing
a full set of razor sharp teeth within, while all the while green
flecked saliva dripped and slipped down its pointy chin.
It licked its lips with a tongue as red as blood and smelled the
air seeming to mark the man’s scent if he should run.
“Sit and talk brother, I am alone I just wish a little company
in my forest home.”
“I am no brother of yours darkling, be gone from my sight!”
the young man yelled back shaking his talisman as he held
“You are more kin than you know, do you think it mere
happenstance that I appear before you so?”
The creature looked at him from across the dim fire and
stared into him deep. Shadows danced on the creature’s face
as its dead eyes bore into him full of dead life and fathomless heat.
“You are my brother, for your heart is as dark as mine, for it beats
within you and called to me for it keeps the same time.
No moon called me to this place, nothing but your blackheart
pulled me to your presence and this forest space.”
The young man said nothing but continued to clutch the talisman he wore.
The creature smiled and looked at what he held so desperately to his breast
for it knew the man’s secrets and oh so much more.
“Why should that help you in a time such as this? Should it not turn
on its owner and prove itself dead instead?”
“You will die as they did, oh yes. I see your eyes tell the lie on your lips
as you twist the truth you try to spit.”
“You saw the little farm house, deep in the wood and all alone?”
“A husband, wife and daughter safe in their home
in the night, as you stared in their window and
crouched like I do now so low.”
“You crept inside when the night was still and killed the man while fast asleep.
Then you had your way with mother and daughter both and
all the while you smiled and laughed as if it all a joke.”
Like a lightning stroke the creature grabbed the young man’s hand and
ripped open his grasp and flung the worthless talisman from the young man’s
hands into the cold dewy grass.
The young man eyes opened wide and
implored to the creature “Please I don’t want to die.”
“Hmm..that was the same said by the mother and child”
“Remember what you replied?”
Then you should not have taken up residence so deep in these woods.
With that the creature buried its teeth
into the young’s man’s neck and drank deep
of his brother all the while the young man
screamed for release.
Now the tales say if you go deep into the woods you
may run afoul of dark things at night, but the tales also
say be wary of the darkness in your own heart.
Over the weekend I just saw the prequel to John Carpenter’s ” The Thing” . ..which I thought was pretty good. In it, there is a woman heroine as the strong leading role (something we don’t have enough I might add) and that led me to thinking. What if I compiled a list of at least ten or more of the strongest woman heroines I have ever read about in literature, be it a book, a comic book, or seen in a movie, or television series and have them duke it out one on one. Then I thought,t how I can involve my bloggers who come to my sight.
I decided I would issue a challenge to you guys. I would like to write a confrontation between two of the Bad Ass heroines listed below, but I would like your help in choosing what two woman to pick for the fight. Yes, I know it’s gratutious violence between two woman – isn’t life wonderful. So here goes.
Keep in mind these are heroines I have been exposed to. I am sure I will miss a a few if not a lot you probably know that I do not. So sorry right now if I miss any of your favorites.
I decided on a list of sixteen woman to choose from. I would like if you could also challenge yourself and come with your own little battle royale. If you wish to write your own confrontation please respond to this challenge by either writing out the challenge in full in a reply to my post or simply reference a link to your own blogsite showing the challenge in a reply to this post. Well here goes! Please PICK TWO of the Women below and I will simply tally up the votes to see who I will write about before my next post. (keep in mind depending on how the voting goes one,both or none of your two picks may end up actually fighting)
Here are my sixteeen Badass Heroines in no particular order for you to choose from:
In one of my of creative writing classes, we would sometimes do 10 min writing exercises where the teacher would pick a phrase and we would have to madly write something for the next ten minutes surrounding that phrase, After the ten minutes were done “PENCILS DOWN PLEASE” and what you got is what you got….I was proud of this very very very short story and was even prouder when my teacher at the time decided to read it in front of the class instead of the other twenty-eight submitted stories. I will never forget his words. “I wish to read this story by one of your fellow students because I found something in it to be very compelling. You be the judge.” I am not stating all this to brag just to express that I felt elated that someone liked what I had written and got what I was trying to relate and that finally my real desire for writing had found me in that moment.
“I’m gonna let go, but I don’t know where I’m gonna fall to?” asked the dirty faced little boy who hung limply from a clothesline in the pitch blackness over a deserted alley some four stories high.
“That’s right Michael” said the other much older boy who hung out the window with one hand in a tight knuckled grip on the window sill and the other on the clothesline from which Michael hung. “You gotta drop straight down and let us see what you’re made of. We’ve all had to do it, you won’t be the first,” the boy said in a matter fact tone.
Michael looked up from where he hung at the older boy who had spoken to him, his face and body were hidden in the myriad of shadows the surrounding buildings cast upon him. It seemed to Michael that the shadows spoke to him, the voice didn’t belong to anyone at all just a disembodied entity wanting him to fall to his doom. Michael looked up higher to the stars overhead, his only source of light. He gazed at the nighttime sky, the dancing twinkling night. He had never noticed the stars twinkle as much as he did this night. It made him ponder, it made him think. It made him come to a decision.
He took one last look, time to see what he was made of he thought. He gave the shadowy boy a nod and let go. Just like that.
He fell for an eternity. His long hair was pulled upward as he heard the rush of air flow past his ears. The beat of his heart was the only other intrusion upon his senses as he fell. The stars above were lost in a deep blackness that couldn’t be pierced, like falling down a well at night. Thump! He had landed and he was alive. Somehow he was alive. Michael got up and stood amidst the cheering, hooting and hollering of the other boys that had waited down below. Then he simply turned from them and walked away and never looked back. He did look up though at the twinkling stars.
When I try to think of things in my writing that are scary I often sit at my keyboard for a moment and think hmmm..what would scare ME if I were reading it. Now for me its not the Freddy Krugers, or the Jasons or the Michael Meyers. They never did it for me. To me it was the psychological stuff or the sinister things in nature or the things that cut closer to home that got me scared.
So here are my 6 top things that at first Don’t seem to Scary then scare the hell out of you later!
1. TREES – You say whaaat Philip? Trees? Really cmon! Think about it. Trees have been used in so many movies to scare the hell out of children. My first experience as a little kid was ‘Wizard of Oz’ when those fuckin trees came alive and got pissed off at Dorothy for picking the apples off the tree. That freaked me out as a five year old! Then there’s the tree in ‘Poltergeist’ that reached into the kid’s room and grabbed his ass out through the window and tried to eat him. Let’s also not forget the young woman in ‘Evil Dead’ that was almost raped by a tree. So yes, Trees ladies and gentleman ..those fuckin Trees.
2. WATER – Now water is one of those subtle fears. For me, when I first saw the movie ‘Jaws’ it wasn’t the shark that scared me it was the water., 75% of this planet is covered by water and most of it unexplored. You know how much crazy shit we haven’t run into yet in the ocean? Forget Bigfoot. He’s got nothing on all the things in the big blue. Let’s not forget movies like the first ‘Final Destination’, which so eloquently portrayed water as the villian in the story, Death wanting its just dessert. I never looked at water the same again after that movie. It’s a sneaky bastard…
3. Semi-Intelligent Animals that Stare too Much – Okay, you all know what I’m talking about here. You have a pet, be it a dog, a cat, a bird, or a flipping guinea pig. There comes a time when your just sitting there minding your own business. Maybe you’re watching tv, reading a book, or even sleeping and you feel you’re being watched. You look up and you see these eyes staring directly into your soul. Why is it staring into your soul. I don’t know but leave it alone. It’s mine. I love my pets but I don’t trust them. Don’t turn your back on them my friend, they are just waiting to pounce…
4. People That are Just too Nice – Why is it that I cringe inside whenever someone smiles at me, or acts like they are my best friend after only knowing me for a just few minutes? Is it because I’m anti-social? Possibly, most people do annoy the hell of me in a short amount of time. But that’s besides the point. It just creeps me out man. How many movies start out with the “nice guy”, or the “congenial man”, and you just know he’s the one who’s doing all the killing around town. It’s not usually the town dick who’s doing all the killing, he’s just the distraction for the real culprit Mr. Green Jeans. Remember Norman Bates in ‘Pscyho’, John Lithgow in ‘Dexter’ as the Trinity Killer or the Sheriff in ‘Along Came A Spider’.
5. EVP or Electronic Voice Phenomenon – You would think EVPs would be scary right off the bat, but they’re not. I have watched many epsiodes of Ghost Hunters and all the other fly by night wanna be paranormal shows. Most of these “investigators” can’t recite the alphabet and they are supposed to convince me that they can discover otherworldly phenomenon by asking its name, only to run like a pussy down a dark corridor because a mouse or raccoon was scuffling around in the night. I have never really heard an EVP with a concrete message in it that wasn’t either garbled so badly you could make up anything you wanted or that is was suspect to contamination by the surrounding idiot investigators. Well my family and I had had seen enough of these so called professionals. My wife, son and I ventured out to a well known site where a boy had been killed many many years before and where his ghost was said to have been seen and heard on several occasions. We brought along a voice recorder for EVPs and a digital camera . Before we went out we established rules of conduct for the investigiation. The most important was that when doing the EVP no one was to say a word after a question was asked on the recording, That way we would know it was a clean recording for sure and also take note of any background noise at the same time. Well after our outing we saw nothing on the pictures, but when we played the recorder back on one of our questions directed to the dead boy, we all distinctly heard “Put that away!” To this day we cannot explain it. It is not any one of us on the recorder . Creepy.
6. Cute Children who Either Worship Some Creature in the Corn Field and will kill you on site if you’re over sixteen or Very cute kids who have perfectly coiffed blonde hair and glowing eyes with deadly mind powers or a young innocent little girl who laughs and is like any other normal girl until she gets possessed by a demon and her head does a 360 spin while buckets of vomit spew from her all the while cussing like a sailor. (Yeah, I know it was long title for the last one on my list) – Basically any seemingly innocent looking child that is evil or turns evil freaks me out…for example the little kid in ‘Pet Semetary’, or even the the kids in ‘Lord of the Flies’ when half of them go postal. Or McCauly Caulkins as the ‘The Good Son’. I could go on and on. Take this as a serious warning more so than even for your pets….watch your kids closely, very closely.
Yes don’t be fooled by this cute face….or it may be the last thing you see. Is there anyone out there that would like to add to this list above? Remember it’s the not something that should be obvious right away.
I was gonna add Old People to the list but I didn’t wanna be accused of ageism.
Remember the creepy old guy in Poltergeist that came to the screen door…or the little old Lady in Legion that jumped like a Amazon Toad on the walls of the restaurant? Ok you twisted my arm so yeah definitely Old people also. So here you go Number 7 below…:)
I have been visiting a lot of sites lately devoted to horror and fantasy. I have mainly being doing this for a two reasons. First, is because I’m actually interested in other people’s stuff because I’m a big fan of both genres. Next, was to see the talent (and competition) that’s out there in horror and fantasy for what’s being published and bench mark myself a little to see if I have what it takes to get published. After reading the good, the bad and the hideous in various publications around the web I would say YES!, I do have what it takes to get published (and paid) for my writing. Anyways there is hope for me yet.
In my fledgling posts here on my blog I am always attempting to have the visitor get a sense of me, where my mind likes to wander and where I may be going in the future with my talents as a writer you may wish to read and check out. To preface the below set up I picked some of my favorite pictures related to aspects of horror or fantasy and wrote a little haiku to capture that very moment or scene. I often will do writing exercises like this to help limber up my brain prior to writing a story.
I would love to hear any comments or thoughts on if I got it “right”…hell I would love to hear your own Haiku of said picture. So please respond if a thought or comment tickles your brain.
The Abbey in the Oakwood
Conan The Warrior
A Door Opens
The Tree of Snakes
Spider on my Arm
So what do you think? Care to give it a go? Should I assume everyone knows how to write in Haiku Form? If not the writing formula is simple, it’s basically 5 syllables for the first line, 7 for the second and 5 again for the third line. Give it a try..I would love to see what you come up with besides my own stuff..Thanks!
Welcome to my first blog page post . Like my title? definitely not getting any rest and I’m only wicked if I haven’t had my coffee in the morning.
This is my first attempt at blogging so bear with me. I am a quick learner…but until I learn to navigate this thing it will probably be pretty uneventful on here for awhile. Even though I am a quick learner there is so much time in a day or night.
I am currently in the process of becoming a well renowned Horror/Fantasy/Sci Fi author (for now you must label me a writer) and this is my first step into marketing myself to the people who might be reading my stuff one day. Hopefully sooner than later if the publishers like my first submission I am plan on turning in this week actually. (won’t find out for about 90 days as the submission process goes)
What submission do you say? ….well it’s a nice little scary story entitled “RoadKill”. It’s about a man named Adrian who has to face his own fears from his past first before he can face the thing that has kidnapped a family member. Will he succeed in both or fail in both…Do horror stories have happy endings? Maybe you will find out if this thing gets published.
In the coming months I will let keep you up to date on where I am at in the submission process…these things take a while but I’m always pessimistically optimistic about the events in my life…
In the mean time I am working on my next story called “A Dark Place” which I am about 9 pages into. I plan about tripling that number before I’m done. I tend to write long when it comes to stories, usually novella length (17k to 30K words). I will also keep you up to date with my progress in that as well.
I will also try to keep you entertained with some writing of my mine, such as some of my darker poetry which entails aspects of horror, fantasy, and the occasional dark matter in life.
My style is a work in a progress but I’m getting there. Hope you enjoy!
I will try hard to balance writing my stories, learning this frigging blogging mumbo jumbo, and being consistent at least on weekly basis with a new blogging showing more of who I am and what I am about through my writing.
Thanks for listening…and watch out for the shadows in the corners ..things like to hide there and just stare at you.