Harrison JonesI won't be bringing home much, that much is to say. I've been out of writing so long, and yet, now that I've jump started the old girl, I don't know what to think of my direction, ideas, style, persona, voice, everything.
Among the DeadChains rattling, the cemetery gate stands open, sinisterly inviting. Alone, we stand among the hundreds of tombstones like gray teeth rising from the maw of the ragged fall ground, leaves scattered around our feet; a dry whisper through the hush of night. Alone among the dead, crowded in the cue, we’re surrounded. No peace lurks here.Among the Dead
Why do we fear the dead?
Fear grips our hearts and squeezes as a chill summoned by the wind freezes our thoughts, rationality faltering. We’re surrounded, death lingers in the shadows, frightening in its form, growling beyond our sight. Penetrating our
Sector BThe portal still exists, on the corner of this street, half off the sidewalk, half on the slick black road. No one can see it but me. Things pass through it, unnoticed and unchanging. They don’t disappear. I’m afraid to go near it.Sector B
I’m in a future I wish never to see again. Fractured, in flux. Living at the bottom of an economic ladder in a post mechanization depression. Alone in a dangerous slum, alone in Sector B. My home is a motel, an apartment complex. I don’t know. The units are functional and drab. A bed, a shower, a toilet, there is no such thing as luxury here. The walls are flimsy; the se
Deathbed SheetsEarly morning mutterings Rain on the window Death has come through the night Blood marks their passingDeathbed Sheets
Sprawled forms The scattered furniture The killer was in a rush Glass litters the floor
Evil glinting eyes The mirrors reflect the scene Cold grey light bathes the room Where they lay
Gathered together on their deathbed sheets So peaceful, they slumber No one knows A cloud hangs over the house
Victims, they’ll say Murdered, senselessly slaughtered A tragedy to shock the neighbors The taste of bloo
From WithinDefileFrom Within
Vile creature Create mayhem
Create, create,
Hate, hate, The slumbering creature The monster from within Ragged responses Burning flesh These cuts The creation speaks:
Hidden within I cry to hide Hidden within I sigh to lie Hidden within I cannot conform Reform Reborn Digging in
Breaking the fragile Bones
Jagged Ragged There’s not any hope left Left behind, left behind For me
Segue II: The InterviewDoctor: Good Morning. My name is Doctor Clarke.Segue II: The Interview
(silence)
Doctor: Have you eaten?
(silence)
Doctor: No...I wouldn't want to either...
(silence)
Patient: (Faintly)Cut the bullshit.
Doctor: What did you say? I couldn't hear it.
Patient: I said, "Cut. The. Bullshit."
Doctor: What do you mean?
Patient: I mean, stop pretending you're my friend.
Doctor: What do you want me to be?
Patient: The guy who lets me leave.
(Silence)
Doctor: Why don't we talk about what you saw?
Act IV: WaitingWhite Padded Thick door Small window.Act IV: Waiting
Stiff cot No sheets No window A camera in the corner.
If I sleep Will I wake? If I wake Will life return?
Barred glass High ceiling No sink No life.
Act III: Street CircusMedia vans circle, Gluttonous vultures of the night, Take your chicks in flight, For this boy is not alright.Act III: Street Circus
No ambulances in sight, No simple wounded after this fight. There's two stilled hearts, But for one this is just a start.
Chorus: Flashbulbs and shutter snaps With neighbors in interviews. Cameras rolling, Breaking Story But what about the lives?
"Oh, he was a drunk" "She always worked so hard" "Shame about the son" "I'm sure he'll be okay"
Reporters on the scene, Officers walk him out. "Why did
Segue: The ReportBrockville Police report # _____ Constable _____ attending officerSegue: The Report
I received the dispatch at 11:47pm on November 4th, 2007. I arrived at the scene at 11:55 due to poor road conditions. Upon entering the dwelling through the front door, I could tell that this had started as a domestic dispute. I found bits of hair and drops of blood amid the broken bottles on their living room floor. Following a light down the hall, I came to the broken bedroom door. After announcing my presence and receiving no answer, I proceeded to kick in the door. What I saw on the other side.....
The victim - no, I can't say i
Yearning
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CREEEEEPER. lol a day will come when a guy who is not a creeper will look at you.. in the same way.. only less creepery
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