GhostGore's Blog

Hello everyone! I know I haven't updated in awhile, so I just wanted to give you a quick heads up.
I am currently preparing to move somewhere closer to my campus, so I've been super busy as of late especially since this is last minute. As soon as I'm settled, I would say around the first I will start posting writing updates. I have been working on them, but it's impossible to post with my schedule. Feel free to keep requesting, I will keep track and glance at my thread daily.

-Sammy

PG-13
600 words
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” My mother asked, washing the last dish of our dinner. This was the first time in two years that I’ve seen her, the kindest, most patient, most understanding woman in the world. My father really scored with her. “This is what I’ve been training for.” This was also the meeting that I told her I was re-opening the case of my father’s death. She sighed, clearly not happy with my decision, just shook her head slowly and continued her cleaning.

I was a really shitty son, worrying my mother like that. That’s probably why when I was seven, my father got taken away from me. All I remember was blood and broken objects everywhere, as I stood in the middle of the kitchen hurt, confused, and covered in my own blood and others.

Ever since that day, I decided to become a detective. The best one in the world, to find out what really happened. When I opened the case file, there were a lot of things that weren't adding up, or even worse, obvious things that fit perfectly together. Why was this case handled so sloppily? Eventually, it came to light the only thing I could really do is try to find my dad’s body. I felt, after that one, this case would just blow right open.

I eventually went to my old house, which oddly enough it was for sale. Apparently it had trouble keeping an owner, even before realtors started covering up the gruesome incident. After a thorough investigation of the house, I didn’t find anything. Obviously, forensic evidence was long gone, and so much has changed since he moved out of here when he ten. I sat in the middle of the floor, eventually dozing off into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, I did so in a cold sweat and feeling panicky. Nothing was around me, however, it was much darker Thanks to the clouds darkening in the sky and the sun going down. I slowly stood up, before looking at the small shed in back. I could never remember actually being in there as a kid. I slowly walked out to the extremely muddy backyard until I reached the unpolished wood of the shed, the shed being only a bit larger than an average sized porta potty. Right as I was identifying some strange object on the ground, looking like it was freshly unburied, I heard a loud, low, smack and I fell over.

When I woke up, very familiar smells of blood and woods rushed back to me, making me almost think I was a seven year old again. When I opened his eyes, I saw the back of his mother in front of a large furnace. “Mom….?” She turned around, almost not looking like my mother. I stayed silent until she broke away. Suddenly, anger coursed through me. “Did you do it?! Did you kill my father and your husband?” A snarl, before she turned towards me. “No, YOU DID. You ruined our lives, and you still are to this day aren’t you? I stared at her, honestly surprised, before she turned around again. “All I had was you and your father… And you proved to be nothing but a handful.” Before I had time to react, a knife was in my gut before it was violently jerked out. The last thing I saw, was my mother hovering over me. “I told you you weren't ready..” She muttered, before sitting down and putting my head on her lap. “Hush little baby don’t say a word….”

PG-13 600 words

He sat there quietly, not able to keep eye contact with her for more than maybe a couple of minutes at a time. She was just perfect letting that sweet flowery scent overwhelm my nose. I asked her out for ice cream on the way to school, and she happily agreed. I gripped the book in my lap, hiding my nervousness with a gentle smile at her, trying to figure out how to approach this subject.

We met a long time ago at a business party, turns out my father worked for her father. A very high CEO while my father was a mere blue collar business man.I don’t remember my father drinking with his boss, or the promises of promotion. All I remember was the big man’s daughter, in a cute pink dress, who looked just as bored as I did.

She found me, quickly whisking me away to the back of the party, to show off all the new fish they had gotten for their koi pond. We were inseparable ever since.

Suddenly, as if she knew exactly what I was going to do, she grabbed my hand. “So… You know Daniel Thompson?” You mean jackass mcgee? Yeah, I’ve heard of him. “Well, he asked me out today.” A grin spread over her perfectly pink lips as I felt my stomach knot up. She squeezed my hand a little more, using her other hand to fiddle with her curly hair. “I said yes!” She squealed with excitement. “And you know what’s even better?! FATHER APPROVES!” Of course, I totally forgot that she needed her father’s approval. “Y...Yeah! That’s great news!” At least she was happy… right?

“Yes, I have the shopping list with me.” I frowned, staring at my wife who was clutching my girl’s arm tightly enough for a red mark. I would of taken her with me, but that would be just another fight in front of her, and I didn’t want that. I got in the car, lighting up another cigarette before driving. At the store, I started grabbing the things she wanted along with some of my own things, when a familiar scent hit my nose. I froze as my entire childhood came wafting back into my mind. Turning around, I found an excess of golden curls slowly flooding down someone’s back. “Jamie!” I piped up, as my long lost first love turned over to look at me. She had gained some weight, but still looked stunning. Her eyes lit up, as she finally started recognizing me. “Robert!” We both embraced each other, before babbling about our families, careers. My mouth kept moving until ‘Are you free tonight?’ slipped before thinking about how awkward of a question that was. She laughed softly, shaking her head slowly. “Yes, I am.” We made plans, to pick her up after her work, and to catch up with life.

We were sitting on the hood of my car, drinking beer, staring out into the night sky. Things were a lot different now, and yet I still wanted to just lean over a little bit. “Rob….” She said quietly to the sky, as I acknowledged her speaking. A small sob was then heard, making me face her. “I’m sorry Rob, I’m sorry!” She started bawling, before I pulled her into my chest. It all came out, her unhappiness, her abuse, a story that sounded very similar to mine. “Let’s make our own family.” I suddenly blurted out yet again, as she looked up at me with wet eyes. “What?” “Let’s grab Marley and Jacob, and run.”

600 words, PG 13.

It took only another minute of silent fuming until the librarian finally caught wind of his troubles. “May I help you?” She asked cheerfully. “Greek Mythology…. I want something…. Sturdier.” She glanced at the books. “I don’t think so…” She muttered. He groaned, starting to leave before a small ‘Wait!’ interrupted him. “This was donated a couple of nights ago! ”The title was not on the cover, the only bit of writing was the title, (A Greek Reference Guide), however it listed no author. “It’s strange though… We don’t openly ask for donations…” She suddenly turned very serious. “I would like to have a look at it too.”

2 days after Ryan received a full score on his paper, he still had the book. It was the most fascinating read of his life.. He eventually came back to the library, late at night, glancing to see that indeed the same librarian was working. “The book?” She asked, clearly angry. He sheepishly pulled it out to her. “I….I think I may know where this book came from” He grinned, having her full attention. “Get your coat on, I have supplies.”

They had been underground for several hours. She spoke first after several hours. “Look!” Ahead of them, was an assortment of what looked like items for a ritual. A skull of an unknown animal, a rare looking relic, and a large bowl on a scale. “What are th-” He heard a deep cracking sound behind him, before he lost consciousness.
When he woke up he felt lightheaded, and his arm was hurting him. He eventually opened his eyes, the librarian standing in front of him with her back turned. When she turned around, her eyes were much larger, like a giant squid. So was her mouth, protruding with teeth, blood all over her mouth and down her front. “Shhh…. It will all be over soon.” She snarled, before turning back to whatever was steaming and drinking it by cupping it in her mouth. He was horrified, eventually deciding to stand up. “Stop…” He groaned, not even sure what he was protesting. “STOP” he demanded, before shoving her into her boiling soup. “STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!” He screamed, holding and slamming her head down over and over, a rush coming over him like he had never felt in his life. He felt the surge leave him, before passing out again.
The officer grunted, looking at the scene before him. The female’s head was almost completely gone, being smashed in, not evidence in the library of where the young man started the smashing. “This town is sick…” He muttered to his rookie, lifting his nose at the sight. The rookie shivered slightly. “W...Well we caught the guy.” “I guess…” The officer groaned, before stalking out of the building.

Chapter 38: Legend of return
According to ancient Greek literature, it is apparently a very common occurrence for gods to try to live amongst human beings, however, trying to find the perfect spell to manifest themselves in true god form on earth has yet to be discovered. If a god should ever succeed in such a ritual, they would have more power than the gods in another dimension, who are pretty much powerless on the human plain. The only way to defeat such a fearsome being would have to be a human being with blood of a god, a child between a god and a human. The chances of this happening in the next century are incredibly low, assuming the ritual could ever be perfected.
-Charles Baker, A Greek Reference Guide, Smithers Press, 1914.

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A goat finding out he is actually the king of spain! But he can't speak English, nevermind Spanish, so he has to find someone who even remotely understands goat to help reclaim his throne!
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