A guy I knew had recently converted an old church into a living space. After giving me a tour of the place, we ended up in the old bell tower.
“I found this area was very cold in winter, so I decided on getting some insulation installed, so now there are Pink Batts lining all the walls here which helps keep this place snug and warm.” he commented.
“So you’ve got Batts in the belfry then.” I replied and we both laughed.
“Very witty. By the way I’m actually a vampire.” he unexpectedly announced. He opened his mouth revealing his fangs.
Due to his excellent soundproofing, my screams were not heard.
Pink Batts are a brand of insulation here. I have no idea if they’re also available in other countries.
This was written with the prompt Day 3 – Bats in the Belfry provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.
One evening there came a knock on my door. It was a succession of loud thumps that rather surprised me. I crept to the door with my heart pounding in my ears, and tentatively opened it. To my shock there stood Janelle, a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time.
“Hi Samantha!” she said in a slightly deeper voice than I remembered her having. I opened the door fully.
“Hi Janelle. It’s been a while.” I replied. I noticed her skin was a strange green colour, and bits of it looked like it had fallen off recently. She smiled at me and I saw her teeth were a mixture of yellow and black, some of them had gone. “So what happened to you?’ She gave me another nauseating smile.
“I died apparently. I woke up in a coffin and dug myself out. Slowly bits are falling off me.” she said. She grabbed one of her fingers, and it broke off like she was snapping a twig which almost made me retch. “Apparently I’m a ghoul now. Good thing I wasn’t cremated.” She suddenly laughed.
“How terrible!” I replied trying to keep the rising bile in my mouth.
‘It’s not that bad really. I do have this insatiable hunger for flesh, but aside from that I’m fine. The good thing is any flesh will do, even if it’s rotten. So I’ve got that going for me!” she laughed out loud again. I found it an uncomfortable dry cackle of a laugh. I felt even more nauseous, if that was possible.
“So why have you come to visit me ?” I asked while dreading the answer.
“I haven’t seen you for ages, so I thought I would look you up and say hi. I just wanted to bring you grave tidings!” she said and suddenly started laughing again. Undead or not, Janelle could never resist a pun.
This was written with the prompt Day 2 – Grave Tidings provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.
Lucy dreamed she was lost in a dark forest and chasing her were these tall creatures with long nails as keen as razor blades, and when they grimaced at her their teeth were serrated and ended with a sharp point. They surrounded her in the blackness. Monsters in the dark.
Lucy awoke, but instead of waking in her familiar bed, she found she was still in the forest.
“I must be still dreaming.” she told herself as she realised she had been trapped by these things. One of them laughed. It was a noise that set her on edge like fingernails on a blackboard.
“Yes you were dreaming, and now you’ve woken up in our world.” the one that laughed replied as it approached her licking it’s lips with it’s extended tongue.
This was written with the prompt Day 1 – Monsters in the Dark provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.
It had been a busy day for farm chores, Cindy thought. Aside from doing the housework, she had been planting new rows of carrots, checking how the corn was doing, getting rid of weeds, and clearing land for a new project.
Now it was mid-afternoon and she decided to sit in the sun for a few minutes. Just as soon as she had, Jess appeared.
“It’s alright for some!” Jess said with a disapproving look. “If you’re not doing anything, you can always help with the fencing.” Cindy rolled her eyes, but slowly got up and followed her wife.
Princess Nylah rode to their meeting place. She dismounted her steed. It remained motionless, it’s white horn catching the sunlight. She walked to the ruins hoping they were here.
“My lady!” a voice said once Nylah walked through the doorway. Nylah quickly turned and saw Selene was standing there dressed in her dark street clothes. She had short dark hair and a thin frame which allowed her to squeeze through the smallest gaps.
“We haven’t got long. My father wants me to meet a suitor. As if I would want to marry them. I’d rather marry you.” the Princess declared. Selene smiled.
“I don’t think your father would want that. If I was caught in your rooms again I’d be back in his dungeons.”
“But you’re the thief who stole my heart.”
“I can give it back.” Selene offered.
“I want you to keep it.” Nylah replied as they kissed.
Aalen followed the tracks of the human soldiers through the forest. Along the way she began calling out:
“Vilja! Vilja! Where are you?” But there was no response, the only sound was the breeze sighing through the branches and usual forest life. Aalen wondered where Vilja had got to. He had accompanied her to the border, but then a short time later he ran off back into the forest. She hoped no harm had come to him. Aalen continued following the tracks. A sizeable army had come this way.
“Vilja!” she called out again. Where had her wolf got to?
All I could see was miles of sand around me. In the distance was a rocky outcrop which my Fremen guide was taking me to. We both walked without rhythm, as it would help not attract the unwanted attention of any of the terrifying sandworms. I found that difficult, and I was afraid I would suddenly feel deep vibrations from under the ground, the tell-tale sign of a worm approaching. Thankfully, there was nothing like that so far.
The heat was unbearable, and even with the Fremen stillsuits on, I found it tough going. My guide seeing the condition I was in decided that we should take a short break. We sat quietly in the shadow of a sand dune.
“You look terrified.” My guide said as he appraised me with his bright blue eyes.
“I guess I’m scared of a worm appearing.” I told him truthfully.
“If you think the worms on Arakkis are huge,” He said grinning, “you should see the blackbirds!”
Okay it’s an old joke… It’s past 3am here and I haven’t written anything all day.
I have to admit I really love the David Lynch version of Dune, though I know a lot of people don’t like it. I’m wondering if the new film version, now coming out next year, will be any good.