Disturbance in a Happy town – Day 1

“Jimmy cracked corn and I don’t care…”

“Jimmy cracked the corn and I don’t care.”

An overweight young fourteen year old sang as he bounced around a thinner, slightly younger child.  Both young men smiles as they walked over the freshly paved street to a single story building on the other side.

“You can stop singing that now, Happy.  You look like an idiot bouncing around me like an insect.”

“Ha… what kind of insect am I Jimmy?  A mosquito?  A wasp.”  Happy then began to buzz and circle Jimmy.

“Wow man, you are wound up today,” Jimmy said with a smile.

“You know what day it is, right,” Happy shouted.  “You know who is teaching English today?  Ahhh… Mrs. English herself.  The princess of type.”

Jimmy laughed.  “Yes, I know you are in love with Mrs. Sadle.  You know love of an English teacher is unhealthy.”  He prods Happy.

Both young men step into the school and head to class.  The hallways are packed with kids scurrying to get to class.  The boys walk forward then to the right.  They approached room 115 and Jimmy began to open the door.  “Oh my gah, look at her.”  Happy said as they looked through the glass in the classroom door.  Mrs. Sadle sat on the desk in a colorful sun dress, legs crossed talking to Sally Pennington.  “I can’t go in there,” Happy said and closed the door.

“Happy, we have to go to English.”

“I can’t, Jimmy.  I will be a fool in love.”

“Hah,” Jimmy laughed and opened the door.  He stepped into the room and found his seat.  “Hi Jimmy,” Mrs. Sadle said with a smile.  “Mrs. Sadle,” Jimmy began with an eye toward happy, while Happy tried to stop him from outside the room.  “… Happy is in…”

Happy stepped into the room.  “I am in love with Country music.  I love me some Daniel Boone.”  The room laughed followed by Mrs. Sadle who leap from the desk.  “Happy, you are a wonderful character.  Daniel Boone was not a country singer.”  She smiled and Happy found his seat next to Jimmy.  “Ok, we are reading today…”

“Did you hear that Jimmy, I’m a character?”  Happy said with a large smile as they walked from Room 115.

“You need a habit, Happy.”

“No you need a girlfriend,” Happy replied.  “Then you will know what it feels like.”

That was when she stepped from another room.  Her hair black as tar…


NaMo – Spirit of the Dead

The Spirit of the Dead

The large outward grill of a steam-powered train approached Station One.  Outside the train the rain fell from the dark sky pelting the apparitions standing impatiently waiting at the station.  The train operator stood behind black iron windows.  His face covered in soot, the operator pulled the iron lever to his right and the train began to slow.  With his left hand, the operator, pulled a wire attached to the whistle above the engine.  The whistle bristled tiny hairs upon the operator’s neck and he suddenly disappeared only to return a second later.   The train collected the souls of the living from the mortal world to return them to the second world named Serching.   Several precious souls were collected and stored within a steel-walled tender car behind the engine.  In the center of the car, painted on both sides, was the name of the train ‘Spirit of the Dead’.  Behind the tender car were the engineer quarters.  Long thick chains tied the engineer to the train.  They lengthened to allow him to maintain the train and to protect its cargo.  The engineer’s car was black, windows gray from soot.  The engineer spent hours sitting alone upon a single wooden chair inside the empty car that was his.  Trapped in a world he did not belong and serving a sentence hundreds of years old.  The operator pulled the brake again as they came closer to the wooden station.  The engineer stared forward and listened while he held onto his chair as it rocked backward.  Air forced from the brakes pushed the thick rain soaked air out of the way as the brakes squealed.  The whistle blew and the operator faded away for seconds then reappeared.  

Dontarious sat quietly far from the engine, the operator and the engineer.  His head throbbed as he blinked awake.  He had fallen asleep within moments of slipping onto the train.  Still uncertain how he managed to slip onto the train.  The car he sat in was dark but for the thin bars of light peeking from the wooden planks.  The floor of the train car was slick with ethereal goo.  Dontarius turned and laid on his back upon the wooden floor of the car. The thin film from the floor covered his face, arm and shoulders. The darkness within the train car pressed upon him as he stared upward at the thin strips of light from the moon. The car rattled loudly as the train fought to slow the procession of cars.  A chill danced from the tips of his fingers to the back of his shoulders. The whisper passing through his ears and he turned his head.  A man stood at the other end of the car smoking a cigarette.  Dontarius sat up.  The smoking man jumped.  

“You are not supposed to be here,” said the man in a long, drawn out whisper.  The sound made Dontarius wince as it knifed through his ears.  The man then faded away and reappeared several feet closer.  He paused, sucked in from the cigarette and blew it out.  

“You don’t belong here,”  he said then disappeared again and appeared closer.  The train slowed abruptly but the smoking man stood.  He floated above the ethereal goo that rushed forward.  

“I’m looking for my wife, Mariann.”  Dontarius said.  

The smoking man choked on a breath and then laughed.  

“Is your wife human like you?”  

Dontarius studied the smoking man.  He could see the slivers of light piercing through the thin membrane that was the man.  The smoking man wore a thick brown sweater vest and blue pants.  He had no shoes on the feet that hovered over the floor of the car.  

“She is not,” the smoking man said then laughed.  “You will not find you wife upon this train young man.  There are an eternal number of cars and she can be in anyone one of them.”  

“Then help me,” pleaded Dontarius.  

The smoking man continued as if he didn’t hear.  “Your wife may not show herself.  Only a few of us show ourselves.  We are called the precious ones and collected at some point by the engineer to feed the train on its way.”  

Dontarius stood and wobbled as the train slowed to a creep.  

“I need to find her.”  

“You need to avoid the engineer.  He prowls the cars when the train stops.  He will find you and kill you.  Your soul will be fed to the train.”  

“Hide me.”  

The smoking man dropped the cigarette and it disappeared as soon as it left his fingers.  Another immediately reappeared.  

The train stopped and Dontarius could hear the large car doors opening.  The smoking man stood thinking.  

“I may have a solution for you but I will let you know it is designed for only me and I am not exactly flesh bound.”  

“Please,” begged Dontarius.   

City of the Dead – Dragon Heart

The dragon hovered over the train.  It’s head was arrow-shaped and it had an extended neck that whipped around like a snake.  It’s abdomen was small leading to a long tail which ended in a split-shape almost like a trident.  It’s wings were humongous.  They were large leather and bone contraptions.  Every time the large beast would bellow out a shot of fire the wings seemed to get in the way.  They would char, leaving small red balls of flame, but would then extinguish quickly.  The large bird man held Dontarius tightly as it fought to avoid the blaze but the dragon out maneuvered and faced the bird man.  The tip of the dragon’s nose smoldered and it’s entire head bled smoke.  The bird man attempted to fly down and right but the dragon countered.  Other bird men flew from other directions.  Suicide missions that were intended to distract the dragon and save lives but only took them.  The dragon opened it’s large dinosaur jaws and snapped each creature the flew near.  The large bird man attempted to fly right then left again but the dragon read each move.  From inside the dragons mouth shadows of it’s large teeth danced in front of an orange glaze.  Smoke began to billow from the dragons nose then mouth.  The dragon opened his mouth wider and the bird man dropped Dontarius.

Dontarius fell through the sky face down.  A bullet of warmth cruised from his head to toes as the ground became closer and closer.  The station was four-hundred yards behind him.  Beneath him was a thick blanket of trees.  Green mushroom shaped bringers of pain and death.  Dontarius was two-hundred feet from the ground when he was dropped.  His hands and feet went numb with anticipation as the tree line quickly approached.

Dontarius hit the treeline and disappeared within the forest.  The first limb struck him hard in the gut and another in the chest.  The wind in his lungs swept from his chest and he gasp.  The weight of his feet pulled him down and then backward.  He then fell another twenty feet to a tri-fecta of pain and agony.  A large limb caught him and spun him into a pair of smaller limbs.  Those limbs held for seconds as he caught his breath then tumbled into the trunk when they gave way.  The remaining fall went dark.  Dontarius went unconscious.

End Chapter 1

The rest of this submission will likely be put somewhere till I complete it at the end of the month.  Knowing me I will not be a stranger to posting because I get excited about these awesome stories.  I still have some other projects I’m working on.  I’m hoping to still post a minimum of 300 + words for City of Zombies.. Thanks for reading.. 🙂