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| Under The Eyes Of God |
| New stories added frequently. Under The Eyes Of God features short horror fiction. There are demons, and there are people who are worse than demons. Little children trying to avoid shape-shifting nightmares and getting no help from their parents. People who are so evil they trick the entities that are sent to take them to hell. Monsters living in the house and turning it against you. |
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| 3D: Kendra and the angels. |
| 2012-05-09 15:11:00 |
IO17 is a serialized story; Table of contents for this story here. "Why do I have to die to talk to you?" Kendra heard herself saying. The Angels were paying no attention to her; they spoke among themselves and she had been here for what felt like hours, her body feeling heavier and heavier and her mind feeling more and more sluggish. She had sat quietly for some time, and then had stood up to try to get their attention, noting how her legs had felt like they were unable to lift her, and then how they felt like they might never bend again once she was standing. She worried about that. She couldn't leave until the crew brought her back, and she knew they were monitoring her and were ready to pull her out of it before any permanent damage set in, bu...
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| Chapter 3C: The machine's background. |
| 2012-04-28 10:05:00 |
IO17 is a serialized story; Table of contents for this story here. "How is she?" Kendra asked quietly, looking down at Lisa's pale, seemingly-sleeping form."Hard to say," the doctor told her. He held up the tablet and showed Kendra a mostly-incomprehensible set of diagrams, numbers, and squiggles.She stared blankly at the screen, then at the man."Sorry," he said. "I forget other people can't read them like I can. Let me put it this way."He pointed to Lisa's chest. "Her heart is not beating."He pointed to Lisa's shoulders and then stomach. "Her lungs are not doing anything. She's not inhaling or exhaling."He lifted up her hand, carefully, and showed Kendra how pale and limp it was. "There's no nerve activity, at all; ordinarly, when someone's out like thi...
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| I am a slightly better singer than William Shatner. |
| 2012-04-03 15:00:00 |
This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of Kia Rio for SocialSpark. All opinions are 100% mine. You’ll never live like common people! (GUITAR SOLO!) Ooops! Sorry – you caught me rocking out to the World’s Greatest Song To Listen To With Your Windows Down. And you know why you caught me? Because I had my windows down. Metaphorically. This is the Internet. I’m not actually in my car and you didn’t actually over hear my song, William Shatner’s Common People. But the point is, this is Windows Down and Rocking Out Season – warm weather, sunny days, time to roll down those windows and blast some cool music. Me being the cool guy I am, I know all about cool music. You may need a little help, though – those old Neil Sedaka records aren...
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| Chapter 3B: Kendra takes over Lisa's newscast. |
| 2012-03-27 08:45:00 |
Lisa would not see what happened after she went limp. The panic was immediate: crew members rushed up to see if she was all right, staffers dropped their SeeClips and stared at her, and everyone who wasn't immediately involved in attending to Lisa's limp, cold body was staring at everyone else.Nobody wanted to say what everybody wanted to say. The silence was like a heavy shroud over them all.In each of their minds was the same question, their mouths almost forming the words: Did she say David?Nobody ever spoke of David aloud.Lisa's eyes flickered, openshutopenshutopenshut and her chest heaved once, twice. Someone held a stim-cap to her forehead and the flush in her cheeks said it was operating but she did not move."Get her on here," a medtech said. Staffers helped lift Lisa's body o...
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| Chapter 3A: Lisa's Newscast is interrupted. |
| 2012-03-04 08:27:00 |
Lisa sobbed silently, sitting in the pod with her legs curled up against her chest and her hands pressed against her eyes -- the hands not covering her eyes but pressing into them, balled into fists and gouging into the eye sockets to try to make the physical pain Lisa felt mirror the psychic pain that ravaged every cell of her consciousness like a terrible electrical storm.Silently, her chest heaved and her mouth opened in a wordless scream of despair, the tears escaping from around her fist-pummeled eyelids and leaking into her wide open mouth. Words ran through her mind in seemingly random order: Tom's saying I love you, her saying nobody would be all right, the executive saying the news would be a bit delayed because of troubles with the satellite, someone shouting out that there wer...
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| Thursday Scramble! |
| 2012-02-23 06:40:00 |
Thursday Scramble! is when I take an older post from one of my other blogs, and repost it to all my blogs so you can see what you're missing. Today's post first appeared on The Best Of Everything on January 13, 2009. It's calledThe Best Pizza Topping:Yesterday, I had a lot of time to think. And this topic is one of the things I thought about. Specifically, here's what happened: I was driving home from Milwaukee, about a 1 1/2 hour drive, and I put on the song "This Guy's In Love With You" performed by Herb Alpert & His Tijuana Brass. You know the song, right?And as I listened to that song, this thought suddenly occurred to me:When does a thing stop being that thing and start being something else?Which doesn't immediately, I know, make sense, but it will, if you bear with me as I do a...
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| The Old Man And The Haunted Stuff Everywhere: A Parable. |
| 2012-02-07 15:00:00 |
This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of Walgreens for SocialSpark. All opinions are 100% mine. Let me tell you a scary story: In a dark old house on top of a dark old hill surrounded by musty graveyards and dismal swamps, there sits an old man whose health is failing. The man needs medicine, and he needs it fast, but he dares not go out and get it. Is it the ghosts in the front hall that keep him from getting the help he needs? No. Is it the slithering beasts in the yard that prevent him from running his errands? No. Is it the zombies that live in the graveyards that hold in his place? No. It’s… THE HORROR OF PAYING TOO MUCH FOR HIS MEDICINE! These days, prescriptions cost a bundle, and you’ve got to be smart about how you...
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| Do you want to woo hoo? (Thursday Scramble) |
| 2012-01-26 20:15:00 |
On Thursday Scramble, I take an old post from one of my blogs -- my blogs currently make up 24.8% of the entire Internet -- and repost it to all my OTHER blogs. This post appeared in 2008 on my blog "Thinking The Lions." Thinking The Lions focuses on funny stories about me, and the things I do with my family, and the things I do when I'm supposed to be working, and the things I do when I'm supposed to be doing the things I do. Also, I post poems there on Fridays.*******************************************************************************************Always carry the pooping toddler behind you, not in front of you.That way, when the pooping toddler poops, it will not fall directly into your path, causing you to step in it, which will cause you to think oh my god this is possibly...
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| The Haunted Office! A True Story. (Not Actually A True Story, But You Could Win A Prize.) |
| 2012-01-19 17:00:00 |
This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of Contest Factory for SocialSpark. All opinions are 100% mine. Doug The Accountant was used to working in terrible conditions: The single bare bulb in his office hardly gave enough light for him to see the TRS-80 computer his employers gave him to do the accounting on, the old thing perched on a series of cardboard boxes that has sufficed as a “temporary” desk for the past 5 years now, the boxes succumbing to the mold that grew on everything and had actually dissolved his coffee cup six months ago only to find that the coffee was toxic to the mold. But the zombies were the last straw: upon seeing them rising from the dense piles of papers stored in every corner of the basement where his ‘office’ was located, Doug...
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| The Troll That Tried To Kill You: A Parable, Or Something. |
| 2012-01-14 15:00:00 |
This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of Walgreens for SocialSpark. All opinions are 100% mine. Once upon a time, there lived a mean ol’ troll, whose sole purpose in life was to take something of value from everyone it came into contact with and never give anything back. This troll, who was as ugly as you might imagine a troll to be, constantly wanted more more more, even though he already was getting richer and fatter and uglier and meaner at double the rate of other trolls. One day, the mean ol’ troll decided to up his game, as it were, and thought “I could get even richer if I made sure that the people who I demand money from had to give it to me in order to stay alive,” and so the troll went into health care middleman business, and changed his nam...
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