Day 35 of 36 Days of Short-Stories { … and select micro-stories } …

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As told by Jake Johnstone …

Unknown Origins Abroad Hunger A Nod

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” The Unfortunate Times With Dave Part 23 “

[ Undead Dave Ranchero is dead, but … somehow his soul still lingers in Jetta’s dreams … current scene shows Jetta desperately trying to understand … nonetheless … He will … He will … ]

Jetta: ” Oh Dave how I’d like to know you … “

Gretta: ” Oh honey, but you do … ! … He is in you … !!! … !!! … “

Jetta: ” He is in you too? ”

Gretta: ” Oh no! Do you have more to discuss on Dave Ranchero?! ”

Jetta: ” What the last dream consisted of with Dave’s memories … His life … was this … !!! …

” Life is to cherish! To parish is inevitable! The colors chosen between the numbers matter … The piranhas are everywhere as well as the wolves. It’s the silent ninja in all of us that must arrive to save for a life to live! ” …

Gretta: ” What does that mean?! “

Jetta: ” I must find out from the next dream … “

[ Next Dave Ranchero’s soul gets a 16-hour sleep for Jetta … Gretta’s hand gets held soon after Jetta falls asleep so … it happens for the old couple does a dream-induced sleep … ]

[ After the 80-year old-some couple wake they are caught frozen in time for some mysterious 16 more dream-induced hours … After the couple wakes this is the conversation that ensues … ] …

Jetta: ” What a sleep! Oh, what a dream!!! … “

Gretta: ” Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh … my lord! “

[ After that was said Gretta’s mouth just falls open and she screams a shriek like no other. A cat-bat flies into her mouth. Sounds strange but true… it did happen. It happens to Jetta as well somehow simultaneously mysteriously … also … But … 46 brisk minutes later … ]

The fangs come out … but … the worst truth is their love was the sacrifice of the world for the better … The night approximately 2 1/2 nights prior Dave had a superhuman preternatural hold on their souls … Not knowing …

[ Not knowing the ‘human feel’ anymore Dave just sits and ponders minutes on end … hours to depend on this preternatural being soulless … falseness yet car doors being slammed are all that’s on his mind. Circular repetitive beats of the heart he craves, yet a camera feed of an iPhone catches the following audio clip found by a young Phillip Commount Patchinson as he was walking along the forest after school to visit grandparents Jetta and Gretta not knowing what Dave has done to them … yet!!!]

[ Dave Ranchero audio clip from iPhone] …

” I found this while lingering around … captured a present from your grandparent… ‘s … I apologize that it had to end this way … … If you acquire to know more email me sometime young chap … …DaveRanchero@gmail.com ”

… Strangely enough, after young Phillip listens to the audio clip it vanishes … and a ball version of a notebook-paper-sheet-lined paper of the said audio clip appears in the young boy’s hand …

To Be Continued …

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … ”

Day 34 of 36 Days of Short Stories { … and select micro-stories } …

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As told by an Unknown Lovecraftian Presence through the rest of …

” The Unfortunate Times With Dave Part 22 “

A ghost face killer was seen in the form of his macchiato that morning. The timelessness within his sins is just chins to the head monster. A fore-linger. A fore-finger? No one person knows for sure but Dave Ranchero. The only thing is Dave is dead. The undead as a matter of fact. The only other truth added here is he really is dead too! The saddest, but maybe the nicest vampire really is gone! The only key left to all the mysteries in this part of Maryland … no longer California is …

Jetta and Gretta appear to be talking forever …

Jetta: ” He tells me his bones stop cracking. Dave tells me the rain is so mundane yet the feet moving is … pain!! Insomnia isn’t a thing if he feeds but what he needs to live is no longer available … Dave is dead! Undead Dave is dead honey! Why is this so sad to me?! ”

Gretta: ” You feel him inside you. Makes sense from what you’ve told me oh honey! ”

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[ Then the characters appear to be sleeping on each other. Oh, the old lovers falling asleep! How adorable these 80-year-old child-less weirdos are!! Jetta met Gretta live dancing … Mysteries are normal in Maryland here in 2064! … ]

I speak over top of Jetta and Gretta now. I … a Lovecraftian presence in the form of a Cthulu vampire creature. I can’t speak but my mind will let you hear me … … … … … … … …. …

Jetta: ” Do you feel this scary creature that is DEFINITELY NOT Dave Ranchero inside you controlling your every thought?! ”

Gretta: ” I unfortunately do … I unfortunately do … !!! “

Jetta: ” Oh honey, stay silent … bare with me on this trust … hold … my … hand … !!! “

The story takes a shift as the Cthulu Vampiric Lovecraftian Creature somehow … teleports to ” Earth -Realm – Form ” as Jetta and Gretta are frozen holding hands. The creature crawls into the basement, walks down the stairs, and vanishes into thin air … Jetta and Gretta fall … Breathing again is Jetta and Gretta. Continuing about Dave Ranchero is Jetta …

Continued in … ” The Unfortunate Times With Dave Parts 23-24 “

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, … for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … ”

Day 33 of 36 Days of Short Stories { … and select micro stories } …

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Continued from Road Ball Bounce … From the husband Jetta telling Gretta … this continuation …

As told by Jake Johnstone

” The Unfortunate Times With Dave Pt.21 “

[ First, in the story Jetta tells his wife Gretta about a real-life-like dream-sequence with a … Dave … Ranchero ]

Jetta: ” For the life of me Gretta I can’t understand why … when I just uh … woke my eyes spoke a banana scorpion with a handlebar mustache but no eyes … ?!? ”

Gretta: ” Could you lay down, please … Hold my hand, close your eyes? ” …

Jetta: ” Close your eyes too? … Continue? … “

Gretta: ” Yes, my dear! Explain now. Continue … “

Jetta: ” Red! I see red, yet that’s just the sight … capped like blood is in the eyes!? In the eyes, yet they are actually just in one of the handlebar mustaches, yet it’s all so … blurry … “

Gretta: ” You can continue honey! Don’t worry! I assure you you’ll be holding my hand when your eyes open! “

Jetta: ” Oh alright. Here is what it is! It is a long story so bear with me! “

Gretta: ” No concerns of mine! “

Jetta: ” It’s all just visions! Tell ya like I see! Dave is in me since that road ball bounce dream it feels … jalapenos are what he loves on veggie subs! Never thought a vampire could eat besides blood, but it’s just weird. Might be a joke in the vision of his past life as a human. A spicy Dave haha from California? Ranchero is his last name … “

CONTINUED IN …

” The Unfortunate Times With Dave Parts 22-24 “

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, … for a purpose! To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … “

Day 32 of 36 Days of Short Stories { … and select micro-stories} …

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From the perspective of a crushed soul …

As told by Jake Johnstone …

” Scorpion Crawling Mirage “

Rhyming … Poem-Like …

” Alan Jones Stingsmulch is my name. Coming from a rainy day where I’ve been holding in urine for approximately 30mins or so while my wife is in a doctor’s appointment for her hurt back. The other day we did things only roofers are supposed to do. One at a time trying to fix shingles. Trying to save money, but now it’ll have to be spent nonetheless … the proof is here in this pudding clear!! Clear of stings from a scorpion since ’04 ‘. Now 2024 and all I see sometimes are PTSD mirages like I’m in a stupor. Details wrought. Bought naught, yet this is no Christmas! Actually, it’s August, and I did just celebrate my 46th birthday the other day. Hungry so … I’ll pause while I take care of the cats in my stomach … ”

” Something vile was took. It was actually a book, but it’s all in a mind. The more info this brain gets, the bigger the skull glows. Grey I see, but no one would believe me. A workforce is to be assembled for construction to observe this world. Something of a mothership with little spaceships to exit at its’ choosing … to view us, humans. My best friend Jordan’s good friend was a shared phenomenal ally to few. Golden views on treating people, but peculiarly special. My friends and I never judged … Only recall a banana scorpion in my rearview nightly nightmarishly … lately. Unfortunately, my good friend Fiore is gone, and … so are the times. Lately, destruction is all I see. The problem is it’s just at night. … ”

[ Alan Jones Stingsmulch ( or A.J.S. his friends call him ) then starts rhyming in song-form something ‘FIVE OVER FIORE’ would always sing when a tailgater was too close … ]

” Oh, FIVE OVER what I go by! Could care less about a tail-by as long as it’s with me! I have it in me but a mirage nevertheless truly… (truthfully) to a human!!! … Banana Scorpion, but I can’t unleash one!!! (Repeated 3X) ” …

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … “

Day 31 of 36 Days of Short Stories { …. and select micro-stories } …

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As told by Jake Johnstone …

” Dancing Black Dots “

From the mind of a frozen perplexed one named … ??? …

” I recall being appalled, but … time was taken away like my emotions frozen that early morning. This memory is askew like a 5-year-old rummaging under church pews during a church service with his parents. Analogies are off. Rhyming is a toss, but it’s all my thoughts are while holding this urine in while a friend is in the store. In his car stuck on getting all of these thoughts out in my journal. A slide-through is what it felt like from a dance routine. Pristine establishment. Lights a dangling. Bright white lights yet at night when I close my eyes at night my dreams or nightmares are replaced with dancing black dots! I feel shook!… Couldn’t replace a nook anywhere ‘because that’s all I feel I am. Once look-up into a white bright light that night and then time vanished yet … I’m reminded every moment since then that I’m not alone. Ahem! Excuse me! We are not alone here on this earth! Something about a dead, but yet everlasting soul ‘Fiore’ visits me nightly! Might sound strange but the time wasn’t right. I thought it was my 30 seconds but Brokenridge, MD I live in but my dreams say or show Alaska and an aircraft placement of 45 mins accurately. Minutely bothered to the point where I could be daydreaming for 2 whole hours and it might take a shout my way to break me. As I awake in the mornings I have to open and close my eyes a few times because of how many dancing black dots I see. No one could fathom this. If they did, well… ” To the mental ward, he goes! ” would be what one might judge to say. Judge to order. Judge to a sentence? All I know is when I dream I see Fiore telling me his life. Fiore telling me his best friend and others he associated with have his happiness distraught out. Life is out. Life is in. Life is a dishwasher tumbling the germs like worms are in your ears but really wormholes are tears vs portals. I can’t make sense of it right now, but every day I get closer and closer to where I was, where I am, and where I wanna be! Where I wanna be is without abduction! Yes, my story is about abduction! The lapse time that night I stared at the light when I thought it was only 30 seconds must have been from being abducted aboard the mothership. I know now my protector is Fiore. Jordan Pebblesmouth gave me his pendant. I wear it every day now since he gave it to me last week. It stops the seizures I used to get after that night I was abducted and lost track of time, but in reality, it was a warp of time. The time being warped was April…no December 7th of 2024. Can’t recall it but 2034 is now. Why I can’t recall it? Oh, that time-lapse from the bright light! … “

Our unknown no-name Journal writer then stops writing when his friend Jordan returns to his car … this will be continued in “Scorpion Crawling Mirage” where Jordan tells more of ‘Fiore’ …

Peace,

” Creativity, with a passion… for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … ”

Day 30 of 36 Days of Short Stories {… and select micro-stories}…

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From the mind of an old friend …

” FIVE OVER FIORE “

” A sunshine pendant was worn by my friend. Loud stomps near… where I was standing the day I just so happened to be … staring at the sun. My friend lost his life to an avalanche of all things! … Red with blue were a lot of the matching colors he wore weekly. Daily … no matter what was worn on my friend … he always wore that sunshine pendant. My friend never had a name. Not in the traditional sense anyway. Fiore is what he told me that he always went by. A nickname ” Five Over Fiore ” was given to his presence from a strict driving regimen. … My friend … “

” Friend

Injun

Origin

Repetition

Everlasting … “

Explained more in detail … on day 31 … in …

” Dancing Black Dots … ”

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion; for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … “

Just saying… for now.

Just saying for now that The Anatomy of a Pro-Wrestling Tee Shirt series from me is on pause to focus more on Christmas shopping etc. plus more importantly this blog or Short-Stories on the blog/for the blog.

Peace out y’all!

[P.S. I appreciate all the new likes and followers!! The 8:00 scheduled posting has been working great!! Tonight if you love my short and/or micro-stories … look forward to ” FIVE OVER FIORE ” at 8:00!!]

Day 29 of 36 Days of Short Stories {… and select micro-stories}…

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As told by Jake Johnstone…

From the mind of a grief stricken one…

Jordan Pebblesmouth

” AVALANCHE “

” It’s just grief! That’s it! Grief! Funny thing is ‘ Good – Grief ‘ was the last thing I recall saying before I picked up the phone that day I got the call my Dad passed! Heat-stricken-lunch-ruined Wednesday November 9 2008 is the last time I remember any interaction with Dad. Dementia just took him but storage space lock wasn’t put on right? No big deal! ‘Let me eat’ so I ignore his 8 calls while I’m eating with then girlfriend Jasmine. Now married to Jasmine. That day after we both ignore multiple calls where I’m eating … someone, well an employee there … announces ” Is there a Jordan Pebblemsouth here?! ” so embarassed I just ran to my Volskwagen Jetta I had then … Put my lil’ earbuds in and called Dad … Mind the fact that he’s called 8 times already to my phone and Jasmine’s as well … Yet somehow he knew we were eating at local Panera Bread! Oh my god that was just so embarassing! Still trying to get over that … Not showing all the devil in the details in that haunting of a memory but … fast forward to now 2018 and the call I just received is my dad killed himself at the mental ward he was stationed at. Stationed? He was admitted! I’ll be frank here … Oh the horror I can’t understand … The devil was in him? I’m not even sure, but the dementia felt more evil … I just never wanted to believe it! None of it! Ignored anything mom would tell me before she passed from Lupus back in ’09! Just my sister Paige Mandy Pebblesmouth to try reason with me, or should I say inform me of the horrors in my Dad?! The devil is in the details I say! That saying I never could get! Sunshine left me … Sunshine left my presence about a year prior to this writing. Dark days make up the norm these days. Black shirts. Black pants. Black socks. Black shoes. Greys with baloon-bulletholed heads. I would call you crazy if you saw them … Yet my sister told me the following in a voicemail she left me just before my Dad’s suicide! … Sure enough I didn’t listen until after I found out my Dad died but … “

[ voicemail from Paige Mandy Pebblesmouth ]

Paige Mandy Pebblesmouth: ” Hey lil’ bro! Your older sis’ Paige here just informing you the devil is in dad! I know you won’t believe me; but an exorcism is what he needs! Please call me back as soon as you get this! I’ll explain all when you call! “

” Voice-mails are getting claustrophobic the way my phone’s memory couldn’t breathe. By the time I listen to the voicemail from my sister my thought is stuck on the 9-1-1 call the day Dad died … I’m watching tv but I wasn’t really watching … I just left it on that morning … abc Good Morning America I watched with breakfast before the 9-1-1 call … As I answer an avalanche is shown on the news to have wiped out 70 people! Confused; but grief stricken man is seen telling his memories of his friend ‘ Fiore ‘! …”

This story continues in …

” Scorpion Crawling Mirage ”

Peace,

” Creativity with a passion, for a purpose! … To entertain! … To motivate! … To inspire! … “