Hellpets – Part 6

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            “Hi Haura.”

            “What do you want Hinn?”

            “Just sayin’ hi.”

            “Can’t you see I’m napping?”

            “But you’re talking. You wouldn’t talk if you were asleep.”

            I tried ignoring him hoping he’d go away.

            “I know you didn’t fall asleep that fast.”

            “Do you need something Hound?”

           “It’s so boring around here.”

            “Try a nap.”

            “I wanna run around. I have a lot of energy. In Hell, I could run all over. I would chase demons and Hellbats and Hellbears and human souls. Earth is stupid.”

            “Congratulations! You’ve learned the secret.”

            “What secret?”

            “Earth is boring.”

            “I wish I knew that before accepting this assignment. Hey! What was it like the first time you came to Earth?”

            “Quieter.”

            “You mean people didn’t talk as much?”

            “I mean there weren’t any annoying Hellhounds asking a lot of questions.”

            “Now you’re just being rude.”

            “Don’t care.”

            “Since we’re working together, we should try not being rude to each other.”

            “Still don’t care.”

            “I’m sorry this is all new to me. I haven’t been up here for 200 years. I’m not jaded like you.”

            “I’m not jaded. I’m used to how things work here. I know my job and I’m good at it. I know when I need to work and when I can take a nap. And right now, is nap time. So, get away from me and let me SLEEP!”

            “That’s a scary face.”

            “Do you ever shut up!?”

            “You seem really upset. I’ll just go watch some TV and let you rest.”

            I didn’t think he’d ever leave. Why do I have to put up with this guy?

            “Hey! We should get our human to buy some of these treats they have on the TV!”

            “I WILL TEAR YOUR SKIN OFF AND EAT YOU INTESTINE IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP AND LET ME SLEEP!”

            “Um…okay.”

            Finally, some silence.

            “I’ll ask you about it later.”

            “BY THE WRATH OF LILITH, I WILL END YOU!”


Part 7 coming November 13.

Flashback Friday Poetry: Giants and the Arena

This is one of my favorite poems I’ve ever written. I believe it’s one of the best I wrote in my early writing days.

he awakes on the sand of My battlefield
disoriented much but he knows he’s been here
his Opponents await on the other side of the ring
They’ve been waiting for years for this boy to return
the boy is a man now braver and wiser
and stands without fear unlike he did before

for years subconsciously he’s feared My structure
the shrieking Crowd along My exterior
and the large colorless Demons from his dreams
it seems there is no moisture in the air
nothing to Smell nothing to Taste
as one overzealous Giant begins to charge

years past the child would have run on My sandy belly
but now he stands firm seeking a weapon in close proximity
a bloodstained Sword and Axe lay a few feet from him
and with great intent he seizes the iron Aides
he remembered the Giants from his nightmares
“they seemed larger then” he thought as the eager one fell

each of the giants fell harder than the one before
only the color of crimson Blood lay on the floor
this man had come back to settle a score
the Arena in His mind that i am no more
He returns to His world asleep in His bed
Knowing the giants will never wake from the dead

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Imagination Untamed

more often than not
the evil ones fought
for the most control
of my simple soul
inside of my head
many things are said
all of my thoughts are no longer my own

to dream of killing
when most unwilling
is a perfect sign
that you’ve lost your mind
with such a problem
you can’t talk to them
the voices echo driving you insane

memories of life
hold no answers why
the psychosis thrives
within, deep inside
a small normal wish
of infinite bliss
perhaps the dream could tame the poor beast

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.