Chaos Inside A Pen

  Arnold dreamed that he was in a garden with Emma.   They run across the acres of hundreds of flower-like little children savoring the years of their innocence. The breeze smells of life and all its zest and sweetness as they fling themselves in a bed of technicolor; dipping their body into the pools of petals with laughter that made the birds in the birds in the sky appear and dance above them.   It was the kind of dream that everyone, even Arnold, would wish will never end until something just shatter than a breakable wall between dreams and reality.   And for Arnold, that was when one of the flowers suddenly flaunt a red eye right in front of him the moment she looks at Emma. It gave him the look that will eternally haunt even on his waking life.   “Arnold? Arnold?”   Pain shot right through the skull or Arnold upon opening his eye with his heart skipping some of its beat upon his awakening. The first to greet him is their ceiling and the voice of Emma ...

For someone who works in an unusual time where most of the people are already dreaming with drippings on their lips, Arnold is one of those who can easily sleep soundly. The friction between his skin and the bedsheet is a natural sedative for him. No need for him to gulp several teacups or even the dead old counting of sheep.   But tonight, surprisingly his usually deep sleep was intermittently roused for an unknown reason; as if there is this unseen hand that shakes him at random and he has no choice but to open his eyes that are revolting against him now for easily giving up the much-coveted slumber.   The simultaneous shift from sleeping to being wide awake finally reached a conclusion when Arnold decides to rise from his bed when he heard a sound coming from their living room.   It was the voice of someone talking in a hushed tone. Arnold would consider it nothing but a fractal of his forgotten dream in the first place and yet after a moment, the voice becomes all too...

  Denzel with his Lolo Vir hasten their way back to the apartment of Cheska as the spectral form of the young girl is like a busted bulb right now as the faint glow from its physique now flickers on and off. Her soul has been separated from her body for too long that Denzel fear that her mortal shell will reject it due to the thinning soul line.   And if worse comes to worst, she will be practically and inevitable become one of the dead.   Upon entering the unit of Cheska, the two will be greeted by Lolo Vic who is now beneath the flesh of Cheska’s body. His having the time of his life right now as he explores the sensuality of a female’s body; a Venus as an old perverted men right under the skin of a maiden that bears the body of an hourglass.   He is about to hit the “sweetspots” that every woman begs to be touched when Denzel suddenly draw a sign of the cross in the air and recited the infamous Roman Catholic rites of exorcism to expel the body of his ...

  A realm is a reflection of what kind of entity dwells on it. This explains why the mortal realm, in essence, is the perfect model of a melting pot world due to the extreme diversity of humankind. Even all are subjected and bound by their own flesh, no human is exactly the same when it comes to their soul thus you will find an assortment of areas that mirrors the identity of the people who live there.  This principle applies also to the creatures from Biringan. And since the entities are formed from the strongest desires of humankind in a twisted and chaotic fashion, chances are that anyone who has the guts to enter their world but lacks the mental fortitude will always be good as insane for they will never comprehend the purest strain of hate, fear, hunger, lust and other desires that manage to take their own shape and forms inside Biringan. Of course, that also depends if they can get out of that place that is known to trapped souls for eternity. Thus, hell in another guise...

  “Apo, I am afraid about your decision on leaving Vic with the young lady. You know him.” Lolo Vir finally breaks his silence as they follow the Dalikmata along the empty streets with only a few cars embark the midnight journey while the city is already asleep and perhaps dreaming about its former glory when its people are simpler and buildings and infrastructure doesn’t look like a colossal tombstone. “Trust me, Lo. Lolo Vic is the best choice for leaving an empty mortal shell alone.” Denzel said calmly to which Lolo Vir can’t help but to wonder if his grandchild really knows about the history of infamous grandfather that become a most wanted figure before among his peers and colleagues who are part of the occult society. It is or the same reason why he can’t Lolo Vic who sought magic in extreme means with abandoned values and virtues; a typical wizard bent on the left path. “Alright apo. But don’t tell that I didn’t warn you.” The two hurriedly catch their breath as the Dalikmat...

  “Ugh. What a wasted beauty. She got some good racks isn’t Paulo?” “Affirmative sir. Too bad she’s not warm anymore…” “Bah! Just take some pictures and just do the usual in the comfort room!” The police officers who are the first to arrive in the room of Cheska laugh with their dirty jokes as they a photo of the now lifeless body of Cheska. With her pajamas removed, nearly torn shirt, and a gaping mouth with volumes of drippings on it, it's easy to jump to a conclusion that the one who enters her apartment was aiming for her and not for her belongings. The apartment is perpetually untouched without even a hint of intrusion save by the open doors which also shows no signs of any forceful entrance. “Hey Paulo, once you’ve done with those photos, make some copy of it. I know some who is working on a new porn site who has some fetish with dead bodies. I hope the lady won’t mind her photo being sold around the globe.” Paulo chuckles while listening to her senior. Of course, the dead wo...

Cans of red horse beer littered all over the floor of Cheska’s bedroom. Some are empty while others wait for their turn when her throat becomes dry again. Tonight was Friday which means she can stay up until 4 AM without getting bothered by any calls from her clients if she already finished her overdue graphic designs. They can wait for sure but her hormones don’t. That is why to set the mood, she turns off the lights and wears nothing on top of her bed but her oversize shirt, underwear, pink socks, and her thick-rimmed eyed glasses so she can watch clearly the erotic scene unfold right before her hungry eyes Her laptop, despite the 10% battery warning, continues to play a particular scene that she intentionally kept on loop on her video player. The scene where the young maiden will be stripped from head to toe. Once naked, her body that bears that shape of hourglass will be deflowered not by thick calloused hands of man but of tentacles; green, slimy tendrils that wrapped around her w...

Image: Shadow of a Barcelona Priest by Aza Raskin (Flickr.com) License:  https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/ "Its occult time! This story has been inspired by a certain kind of mass called Mass of Sant-Secaire allegedly held during the time when trials and devil possession are imminent in western countries. I think I've read it from a pocket encyclopedia about ghosts and witches. The materials that you will found here for Quija Board seance are taken/ inspired from Mr. Tobie Abad's awesome graphic novel called "Diliman". Just a word of warning though, this is just fiction, and reader's discretion is advised because you might found some contents in the story too mature for your taste."  The smell of incense and herbs mingle in the air inside the room of Salome as Eddie sits uncomfortably on the floor. He can still feel the heavy glare of the old woman as if she was casting an evil eye on him. He could do the sign of the horn to ward...