Untitled Tech Horror Story by lordsathien, literature
Literature
Untitled Tech Horror Story
While waiting for your bus to arrive, it soon becomes evident that it has either been delayed or even cancelled. Desperate to fill your time, you decide to head over to a nearby cafe to get a cup of tea and read your book in peaceful silence. However, your plans are thwarted by a young lady whilst you're en route to the cafe. It's when she asks to borrow fifteen minutes of your time that you notice she has a clipboard. You think "Oh god, someone with a survey," but after realizing the next bus won't be due for another hour, you reconsider her request.
"What do you need me for?" you ask.
"Well, if you'll come with me down this street we have
Celebrity Thanatopsis 2010 by lordsathien, literature
Literature
Celebrity Thanatopsis 2010
Casey Johnson, 30, heiress to Johnson & Same,
A preventative accident was to blame
Paula Sladewski, a Playboy Playmate,
Short star of a mag to masturbate
A god among clay, Art Clokey,
Molded Gumby and Pokey
Teddy Pendergrass, the musical romancer,
Was taken away thanks to colon cancer
Jay Reatard, died from liquor and cocaine,
Goner Records, posted in refrain
Daisuke Gouri voiced many a man
Hercule in the US, Mr. Satan in Japan
Who "ran for the border" away from hell?
The name is simple, it's simply Glen Bell
Pernell Roberts, quashed NBC hate,
Was on Bonanza, did not resuscitate
Zelda Rubinstein, the psychic lady, eerie,
Pass
Celebrity Thanatopsis 2009 by lordsathien, literature
Literature
Celebrity Thanatopsis 2009
Jett Travolta, son of John,
Briefly lasted, now he's gone
Another whom passed was Pat Hingle,
Was Commissioner Gordon--wasn't single
At Bob Wilkins' funeral, I asked the preachers,
They told me he hosted and made Creature Features
Khan is gone, Khan is gone,
We all miss you Montalban
Old man Bob May'll
Always be known
As the Lost in Space robot
Whose arms would wildly flail
John Updike, wrote his Rabbit,
Smoking is a nasty habit
James Whitmore gained no exemption,
Acting in The Relic and Shawshank Redemption
Robert Quarry need not tarry,
He played Count Yorga, no need to bury
Robet Bruce, my duckies, is in disarray,
Sudden
As I awoke from my oaken sepulcher, I tried to reflect upon the events that had recently transpired. Here's what I recall:
One day, I was reading the Times or some other newspaper. In it, I noticed an article about some disappearances... and another close by mentioning some new wave cult like those "Heaven's Gate" blokes a couple of months ago. When I was finished reading the paper, I thought that I might go for a walk down to SoHo for some rum, brandy, or whatever they may have. Suddenly a quivering, wiry looking man came up to me with some cockamamie device that he said would "cure" me.
Clearly, I thought the guy was some member of that
Deadrun
Streaming patches of grey and black,
Hearing him shout "This ye I shall hack,"
Why doth he ascend now?
My pulse races in time with my feet
Where is Ellora? How is Deneau?
My mind shifts realities
as I hear a blade drawn
I'm cornered, I'm over
I turn to my slayer in a dark robe of pleat
"Tis your turn to die,
Death's bed you will greet"
--With that, the implement was raised,
Raised in such a light to show 2 crescents
And when that second moon fell,
We finished or descents