The War of Walls by Bayley Kelly

The War of Walls by Bayley Kelly

One hundred years in the future a time machine is built. Scientists send the machine back to get native Americans, cowboys and dragons.

The English side with the Native Americans and the Americans with the cowboys. The English build a wall. Using; jeeps, tanks and planes they fight for six years. The cowboys break the wall, but lose the war.

After the war a resistance forms and is sent to New York to disable the tanks controlling the security building which houses the president. Some get away, some are killed.

The President’s last personal, best fighter is promoted to General.

One Hundred years in the future a time machine is built to enlist war troops. After the resistance, America was angry as the resistance killed. The Americans hijacked a plane, so the English grabbed an attack plane. The American General said,
‘We can’t shoot it down!’ His Major had an idea.

The Major said,
‘Go above the plane and drop soldiers on it!’ The General said to the Major,
‘You are right.’ As the hijacked plane flew he pushed the Major onto the attack plane. The Major’s team took out all of the enemy and both war planes landed safely.

(Originally published by Entropy2)



Wasted War by Ashley Land

Wasted War by Ashley Land

Crunch, crunch, crunch,
Went the tanks on the ground.

Crack, crack, crack,
The guns made this sound.

As the men hit the ground,
They looked around Searching for why they came.

House to house, Street to street;
The footsteps of dozens of feet.

Looking for these bombs Alas, there were none!


Sid: A Dog Tale


Tears streamed from Charlotte’s blue eyes. Her protective Doberman ‘Sid’ had died. Even her job as a vet did not help. The cancer had spread.

Two weeks after Sid’s sad demise Charlotte tied her brown locks into a bun and returned to saving other pets’ lives. She accepted only token payments to cover her lonely expenses.

One moonlit evening whilst withdrawing takeaway cash a scuffle ensued. Police arrested a crook from the off license nearby. As he was dragged away the thief shouted back,
‘Lady, you’re lucky you had a big dog watching you, I was gonna rob you first!’


Smothered: Zombie Horror


Awakening after years of acrid slumber.
Soil weighing down heavy encasing his corpse.
Creatures move blindly around in ravenous hunger.
Rotting fingers scrap agonisingly at the wooden prison.

A hand emerges, driven by dead strength.
He is excruciatingly born through damp, grim soil.
Under the blood of the moon climbs the reanimated flesh.
Seeking to feed the wasting hunger within his putrefied limbs.

Perishing meat corrodes his rancid form.
He lurches forth into the night seeking to ease pain.
Memories long faded, replaced only by animalistic urges.
Corrosive thing, no longer human, the lives lost are his gain.


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Marian: A Horror Story

She circled the cemetery, edging around the crumbling stones and reading the names and brief epitaphs of people from the past. Set away from the town, scratched into the barren country hills like some despised monolith to a cruel era. There were no pathways, nor taps for refreshing flowers. she doubted flowers had been laid for centuries. Her deep set eyelids, stained with brown shadow hung over profound blue irises, protected by thickly coated black lashes. She hid underneath a taut, round, brown hat hanging her head as if shamed or full of remorse. Worn red stained her narrow lips.

Around she went again; circumventing the stones, creeping in and out of the gaps between graves and studying the readings; Beloved wives, children lost to the horrors of disease or accidents, adored fathers and grandfathers, humble mothers. The stories came alive, played out in front of her like ghosts re-enacting a theatrical performance on the moist grass. Her suit dress clung tightly to her lean frame. High heels sank and re-emerged from the damp Earth. Somewhere souls would tingle as her expensive shoes delved into the burial ground. She was searching for someone. Another swig from a discreetly hidden bottle.

She tried to remember. The morning must have came and went. She visited regularly, her job forgotten, her home lay in ruins and her friends no longer existed. They called her ‘Marian’ once; a telephonist and wife. Her beloved Dan. He was a majestic figure, an accountant, tall and darkly handsome. They so longed to have children. Tried desperately until the months stretched into years and years turned into resentment. one morning she woke up and realised she was effectively alone, sharing a house with a man she barely knew anymore. That same day the knock came at her door.

She took the day off of work. An irate husband told her all that she needed to know and could not bare to hear; adultery. Another woman, and she was expecting his child. Now, daily, she waited with him; found him lost among the dead. She searched, she read between the lines of the life stories. Envisaged the neglectful mothers, odious, cheating husbands, lost children swamped in suffering; laying in a cold subterranean hell. Then, she would wait by his tomb. Reminisce about better times; beach trips, cabaret and wine, dancing, planning lives together. No more planning required, no life!

Blackened clouds chilled the air, drowning her in murky mists. she stumbled between headstones, balanced herself with shaking arms and forced her way to the midst of the boneyard. Then came the light, sharp flashes blinding her. She could see him lying limp. The lightening flashed again; she burned and pulsated. Her body, burned, scorched and convulsed.

The switch was flicked off. Marian was pronounced dead by her executioner. Condemned by the state for the murder of her husband.

As the clouds cleared and the storm passed, she swore she saw Dan’s ghostly lips smile.

She circled the cemetery again.

Erotic Vampire Tale

Sanguine Fervour   Love ValkyrieKerry

You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you….
In my dreams, as in life,
echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart
and sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm.

The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide permitting pure precipitation to flood the ivory gateway in readiness for your empowering presence.

I recline as the embers cool….
The oak clock clangs breaking the deftly silence of my creamy satin nest.
The sound ceases filling my body with fear and anticipation.

Momentary ambivalence,
A desperate urge to fight the mesmeric stupor, to shut you out!
But my desire enforces paralysis and there with aching trepidation I lay.

Nubile and motionless the emerald flecks of my eyes meet your black stare,
Your gaze pierces me as you materialise from nothingness;
Tall, foreboding, pale with a mane of Earthly hair.

As you approach your cognitive grip tightens, our psyches coalesce!
I see your depravities; death displaces desire and torture is thrust upon idolaters.
Still, I want you! That is your power.

I surrender my life to you even as your deathly, ice lips caress mine.
Unable to overcome the sense of depravity triggered by that loathsome longing,
I hesitate, in an acknowledgement of reticence whilst gazing into your eyes.

Your stunning, seductive eyes stare into mine.
In deep swoon I am willed to relax, to fall into a waking reverie filled with a sense of peace, beset by your refuge.

Then, in a climactic instant your canines penetrate my chastity draining my life’s fluid and my world sinks into an obscure dusk…… Sweet sleep excludes the brilliant sun.

My only stirrings emanate from our minds merging.
Locked behind the bars of your malevolence I see victims cruelly slain,
solely for knowing you and you watch me gazing in.

An eternal parasite cursed; darkness, solitude and damnation.
An emptiness crying out for pity, the demon within judged for its deeds.
Fueling its anger and passions, driving a desire that may never be sated.

My soul builds a resistance to the disease and I implore you for a reprieve with no compassion my sanctuary is denied and once again you appear.
With a Tiger’s strength, I draw myself from that lust filled place of rest.

Stumbling, dazed and weak my feet tread stone villa floors.
Even in my escape I am drawn to you.
Your whispers tremor through me as I desert on my steel stead.

Your imploring tones willing my return, fighting with memories of the beloved you stole.
Now, just us alone in a crowded universe.
Hastily I travel through the mountain pass, mere shapes silhouetted in the dark.

My mind in turmoil and my body hungering for yours,
the cool night breeze pierces my skin, I lose control!

In a flash of metal and light my mortal flesh is broken like porcelain,
my skin ripped, my spirit weary bidding me to sleep through the trauma.
I feel you holding me like the lover you can never be, moving me, time passes…

You tend me with a callous cherishing,
Healing your prey to make it fit once again for the hunt!

And with gruesome degradation you feed me from your own veins,
and with grotesque wantonness I submit to your offering.

Overawed by the eroticism, aphrodisiac and sensuality,
your silent, false promise that you will shield me forever.
In that moment of bliss I give myself to you!

You make the pain stop! You satisfy your own thirst!

Frozen air sneaks through the derelict boards.
I wake in an abode that has haunted my dreams, slumped coldly on chilled steps.
The crimson warmth of days passed replaced by damp rot and somber shade.

Solitude perforates my empyrean blood. Loss of my kin has broken my fire,
A life once so learned, travelled and communal destroyed.

You are all I have, my vengeance quelled by an unnatural proclivity,
to be yours eternally, to be loved and subjugated equally,
but your heart does not beat!

I am here at your will, forced to choose as you wish,
punished with desolation and debility,
infected by your fluids, which dominate my clay.

Timorously I call your name and there, aloof at the window crevice,
you materialise as if there you had always been,
I beg for release from your enchantment, to forget this agonising cry from the depths of my being.
Your numb stare repudiates my appeal.

My choices are narrowed; annihilation or eternal perdition.
Everlasting surrender to your sovereignty,
lacerated through your necessary infidelity.

An assassin afflicted with immortality’s curse,
and yet with these apprehensions you still captivate me.
Unable to bear being abandoned in this weakened state I come to you.

I rise as you wish,
I stroke your dreadful shell succumbing to your carnality,
your claws clasp my soft curls and the kiss you offer blazes.

Gnarled nails trail my throat, easing the silken slip strings from my shoulders,
ivory points encircle my lips, cheeks, hair and throat.
The puncture stings, libidinous relief ebbing with each gulp.

My senses heighten, I energise and in a moment of clarity I draw from you,
night escapes leaving the scarlet sun dawning slowly.
Before the last trickle of humanity evades me, I break away….Away from eons of emotional emptiness,
I throw myself at the mercy of the burning sun.
Exquisite scorching relieves me of mortality and immortality,
you howl, you love, we should have been one.
With regret for what could have been I return to dust………