Short Stories.

Thunder was heard from outside, I saw the lightning through a hole in my curtains. I knew they had come, I started to walk around. Then on a bookshelf I saw the statue of the Demon, the Demon I knew but instantly again (and to my frustration) forgot his name. Then He spoke to me, the Demon; He discussed with a fierce voice the upcoming end of the world and many other things of which I had no understanding.


The Demon showed me a vision of great Anubis-beasts who made the ground tremble, black they were, with great Anubis-heads and vast bodies without roundings (at least none were such as visible). On top of these Anubis-beasts rode great Pharaohs dressed in white and gold, but immediately through or split from their chests bloody open came zombies, leaving the pharaohs cut open and dead, falling away from the great beasts. That was my vision of the end of the world, which always seems to include zombies.


Ramses came into the room after I heard the alarm of war outside, he said we had to hide from the bullets that would kill a man so he said he would hide me in the cellar. As ridiculous as he is, he put me under the table in a sleeping-bag, that was his cellar, I don't know, maybe he was already mad at this point; it just didn't make much sense to keep lying there so I stood up and walked towards the window. Then a bullet came through the glass, but it was a strange bullet; it seeks its target and keeps bumping to the walls until it has find a target. This time the bullet didn't hit me but almost did as I was unbalanced and had great difficulty avoiding the bullet.


I decided to go to the cellar myself. There were strange colored glass windows (which I don't recall seeing before) in the many rooms (which were all mine as I claimed them before due to the reason that nobody wanted to live there because of the evil things possibly dwelling there). I had really huge rooms but I decided to remain in the small rooms...


Then it happened, the bullet came through one of the windows, as it started to seek its target people came running down the stairs towards me (including Ramses). They all saw it when the bullet hit me, but then something weird happened: it didn't kill me, it made me mad, really insane, delirium in a chaotic way...

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A dream I had - Cthulhu Mythos short story.


A bullet is as solid as a rock,

To move ahead it knows,

As that of the cheetah,

No mercy it ever shows!


The bullet is devoid of racism,

It does not care of religious values,

It rather is busy reaching the target,

As that of an arrow on the loose!


The bullet saves some, some are killed,


It works as a karateka, fast and skilled!

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Like blood running red

From a bullet in my head

I am my worst enemy

And I just lost a battle with me

See, it’s clear

I am the one thing that I fear

For I can only truly be free

From anything other than me

I want to do good, I know I can

But in the mirror is a man

I don’t recognize

Whom I despise

Because it’s me I’ve idolized


I’m sick of the lie

That I’ve been handed

That I’ve been branded

That the world revolves around me

It can’t be

Or else I wouldn’t be in this mess

To keep God God, I’ve learned is best

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Bullet I Just Fly

My name is Bullet, aka Slug, aka Hollow Point.
I can pierce armor. You can't stop me from reaching my point.
Once I connect with my brother handgun or assault rifle, there is no need running for we're trained snipers.
We weren't created for protection, only for mere power.
We've made cold blooded killers out of cowards, so now the world has turned against me like I'm the bad guy. That is why I dont discriminate when i fly.
I fly,
I fly in Iraq through the head of a U.S. soldier who doesn't know what he's really fighting for.
I fly through the chest of a corrupted cop whose vest couldn't force me to stop.
I fly through the neck of a Black leader on the rise. There's rumors that the government sent me to make sure he dies.
Now that I've poured my heart out to you' I hope you realize why I do what I do.
You know who the bad guy is, it couldn't be any clearer.
Just take a quick glimpse in the mirror.
Whether Black or Chrome, me and gun will turn your house into an unhappy home.
Many fear us, but I don't know why.
Remember you'll pull gun's trigger, and I just fly.

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By: Otis Johnson

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One Bullet

If i just had one bullet left i would save it till the end is near ; becuz death is the only thing i fear -- earth is like a curse and the bullet is the freedom that lays me back on that dirt -- & i wouldnt blow my brians out if i had to die -- becuz im in love with these words that come out this mind -- so i shoot my heart so i wont feel the pain nor will i feel the shame becuz life is a bitch so ima be an asshole and say fuck life becuz im playin russian roulette with my soul -- but maybe if things where different the outcome would change -- if i had jus had one bullet i would keep that shit framed -- for i can see that picture perfect image that keeps me insane -- to remind me dat each day is da fucckn same -- cuz i rather turn off da lights knowin wats there then to go into dis lair and not be aware -- so u can call me a coward for not leaving life -- but life is my bitch so ima fight & ima fight -- cuz to tell u da truth da only thing that keeps me alive -- is this motha fucckn earth & this thing we call life ~


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