Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Song Writting sample

Why is the thing from Rhode Island alive? I should’ve broken it’s Will and Dotted it’s Eye’s. 

I should’ve squeezed and squeezed till it drown in it’s lies 
But I Sit and wait for it to end in a cliché that’s propped up by “were only friends”

It only hurts for a minute and once it bleeds I’ll be satisfied. It won’t even know that it’s in it. It’s be it’s too dumb to be terrified. 

Only rats 
Have rat tails
And only trolls throw stones
But I’ll make floods until Mirror memories wash away like corps photos in the rain. 

Like candy razors I swallow all the lies. Lie library deducing what is true. 
Preparing for the attack you
You mournd  as I knew it would come back. I always knew it would come back.
That’s not rain that’s ME. Falling from the sky debris. 
I know it’s coming from the sea in a boat it stole westerly 



Only rats 
Have rat tails
And only trolls throw stones
But I’ll make floods until Mirror memories wash away like corps photos in the rain. 

Only ghost
Have fire sales
And Nostalgia’s sweet like wine 

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Bad idea 2

*din out side* 
*i sit up in bed* 
*Tiny and Eathan run by*


Me: what's happing?

*no one answers* 
*crash* 

Me: whaaaaaats happing?

*no one answers* 
*donna runs bye*

Me: matrix!!

*donna stops* 

Donna: you should be resting 

Me: what was all  that ruckus about.

Donna: rest

*runs away*

*Crash* 
*boom*
*gun shots* 
*O runs by* 

Me: ORRRRRICaaaal!!

*o sticks head round corner*

O: yea? 

Me: what's happing? 

O: happening?

*KAAAABOOM* 

O: nothing. 

*craaaash* 

Me: nothing? 

O: ummmm nope

*glass shatteres* 

Me: Kid come on? Tell m....

O:   .......  ghost sharks

Me: huh?!?!

O: we are over run  by ghost sharks

Me: g-g-g 

O: gotta go!!

*bolts down hall*

* I rub my neck*

Me: ghost.... Sharks.... 

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Home

I I was home.
I had a big hole in my neck
This place is full of monsters killers and demons...and  Those are my friends. 
This was a really really really really bad idea

Monday, November 2, 2015

Crazy talk

So I was sitting there with a poker sized hole in my neck. 

The hospital was quiet and very very understaffed. On a normal night me being out of bed would send a army of nurses my way but my altercation with bobby went unnoticed. 

I heard the Doctor and his entarage coming down the hall. I figured I was going to be layed up for a wile and it wasn't safe for me or the other folks in UMASS for me to stay. His people need to get with my people and set me up in a safe house.

"Mr. Marz"

"Doc"

"Is your home safe"

Visions whipped through my mind

*Dragon Attack*
*prison full of monsters*
*giant Propain Tanks*
*eathan*
*thing that crawled out of Silicas lab last week*

"yes?"

"Your going home"

"I beg your pardon" 

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Brawl in the hall

The warewolfe was nearly 8 feet tall. It had the build of a 80's action movie hero.  
I was a 5ft8 jackass struggling on a hospital hallway floor tied up in my EKG's wiers in my own Johnny. 

The thing was making a shrill whining noise. It was shaking. Was it choking? could it not breath? It bent over A hissing whistling sound coming from its nose in stuttered tandem with the shaking whine. 
it sounded like someone letting air out of a balloon in  small deliberate bursts. Then It ... It... Slapped its knee? Was this thing fucking laughing?
It was! Apparently it found my desperate painkiller induced finger gun hilarious.


"Are you going to sit there and cackle all day?" I hissed.  

The jacked up hair ball laughed harder 

"Come the fuck on" I barked 

It looked like it was going to Shake Apart.

"WTF"?!?! 

It extended a large hairy hand. I took it and was effortlessly lifted off the ground and with a bit of Thoughtful steadying was flat in my feet. 

"What's this all about" I asked

It Motioned to a meeting room behind us if the nurses hadn't come during the strugle not much chance of them showing up now, but I obliged him all the same.

It spoke.

"I do not want to wake up any sick humans" 

"That's mighty fine of ya but..."

"My name is Boby" he interrupted 

"My name is.." 

"Dynamo Marz" it interrupted again "monster hunter. The tribes call you the Executioner" 

"Yea well..." 

"I saw you from my room. My human form was taken to this hospital when I was found unconscious by the side of the Road. I thought you were here to destroy me but now I see your just sick"

"Heck, what gave it away"

"Please except my apology" he said holding out his hand "I was frightend and ment no harm" 

I took its big fury mitt. My hand looked like a babies in it. 

"Are you hurt" Boby asked suddenly very concerned. 

"Nah" I Lide. I felt a bruise forming on my back.

"Can I help you back to your room?"

"Sure but you better turn back". 

He stiffened with irritation

"This-is- back" he said with a growl. 

"You know what I mean" 

I looked at me I couldn't tell if it was thoughtful you or inquisitively. He was more way more vulnerable in his human form. Was he wondering if this was a trap or pondering how to handle my basic insensitive human comment.

"I'm sorry. I ment no disrespect and I won't hurt ya. I reckon you do owe me a coke" 

"I did tackle you"

"You did" 

He asked me to wait outside and I heard typical gross stretching and could portions shape shifter changeing forms. A naked 50 year old walked into the hall he looked like Chris Christopherson with Arnolds body. 

Boby made an apologetic gesture Towteds his nakid self. it was obvious he didn't know what to say

"S'ok. You ain't the first nudie old timer warewolfe I've seen" 

We started towards my room

"You said they found ya by the side of The road. semi? Hunter?"

Boby shifted his face contorted uncomfortably.

"Turf thing" ?

"I'm almost 200 my body is Turning on me. I must learn I can't enjoy life Lin the same ways I once did"

I looked at him trying to be poilite but my shitty poker face musta betrayed my cluelessness.

" I enjoy sweets. I consumed to much I..I.. Have sugar diseas. Your people call it"

"Diabetes?"

"You have diabetes?" 

Yes

"Ya know Boby I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship" 


Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Monster hunting class

Of all the monsters werewolves and Lycathrops in general are the most historically in cinematically accurate. There are a few different kinds of classes Class ones are most common. 

Class one Lycathrops are creatures that turn into large bipedal half human half animal hybrids. 

Theses humanoid creatures are the bruisers of the monster community. Huge and savage. Traditionally Class ones lack the finesse of other class one monsters  in different species. 

They tend to be bullies and very in your face. allowing the birste side to overtake the human emotions with primal urges and animal instinct. They don't have the long life spans. 

Class  ones come in every species imaginable. Wolves and dogs every feline species i've even heard of weresharks (nightmares much?)  

They have a severe silver alergy even diluted silver or things that are coated in silver will be highly irritating and potential he dangerous to them.

The older the better. In fact the Sulfur in tarnished or aged silver (see brimstone) it's pretty much a game ender for werethings.

And now ya know and knowing is.. Well knowing. 

F Is for.... Well ya know.

I was dead. 

The thing had me right were it wanted me. 

I had medical equipment warped all around my legs. I was laying on wiers so when I tried to roll over I got stuck 1/2 way. I was a mess.

The werwolf growled. 

I did the only thing I could do 
The only thing that came to mind 

I pointed my finger like a gun and said "pow" 

Then the Thing Coked it head opend it's mouth and made the craziest sound I ever heard.