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Breathless in Brighton
Breathless in Brighton
A gold medal winning runner becomes afflicted by an unknown viral infection that leaves him breathless at his doorstep
Everywhere in the city, there were notices posted that warned of the risk of an invasion but failed to identify the source(s). Some of the populace took these warnings seriously; others, of course, did not. They wondered-doubted-what the writer referred to. Certainly, a military invasion was not in question. BREXIT was still in progress. Furthermore, nobody anywhere had reported any signs of invasion from outer space. Those who took these warnings seriously wondered whether the warnings referred to a viral epidemic. Indeed, the only possible source remaining was bacteria.
Forty-eight hours after the last showers in the region, the environment was damp, musty and deserted of human activity. Indoors, in their respective houses and apartments, the populace had weakened and displayed symptoms of a small infection. Wheezi
His sleep, like spindly fingers,
Retracts from him aghast.
But as he wakes it lingers,
So waking isn't fast.
He looks around in silence,
Confused to see the night.
From woeful dreams of violence,
He's thrown to haunting sight.
The morning hasn't broken,
Outside the woods are still.
There's scuttling things unspoken
And creeping shadows ill.
He lights a lonely candle
With fire pale as death.
He twists the door, the handle,
And takes a fearful breath.
The stars are dim and brooding,
The moon has fled the sky.
An eldritch thing's intruding,
The flame shows that it's nigh.
The candle starts to flicker,
A creaking on the floor.
The shadows chat and bicker
And shake him to the core.
The light shows ghastly creatures,
The dark can not be known.
Or blind and all alone.
He cannot stand the darkness,
He cannot stand the light.
Reality's just starkness,
His dreams reveal just blight.
He's walking torn and clouded,
The forest seems contrived.
The candlelight unshrouded
Lady in White
Lady in White
A pirate captain in a local tavern meets the ghost of someone who drowned.
One late evening in October,
When I had left my ship at port,
And all the leaves in the glen had colored,
I headed to town for my favorite port.
There was only one tavern in the town,
Which had served this wine to me;
I needed to refresh body and soul,
Before I set out to sea.
That evening, as i sat drinking at my table,
The tavern door opened a-jar;
I heard it open and I turned to look.
A slender lady in white came in,
And she took a stool at the bar.
I walked over and introduced myself;
She replied, by mentioning her name.
At first, I could not believe i heard it;
But from then till now, I have not felt the same.
The lady had been aboard another ship,
Barely three weeks ago;
But that ship had sunk into the sea,
To be seen no more.
How could she have returned to land?
Had she survived, or....?
A group of college friends meeting at a pub in East London encounters a strange guest, Jack the Ripper
It happened by chance strictly, one mid=evening in September that year, that a group of old college friends had gathered in a small pub in London's east end. They had not seen one another for at least two years, and their re-union was a celebration of those old days. They ordered their favorite beer and shared moments from their respective lives with each other. After sharing events from their respective careers, they agreed unanimously that everyone of them had been successful since their graduation.
The first to speak was the host, Philip Redmond, who was an acclaimed physician. He spoke proudly of his record of successful surgeries. He was followed shortly by Harold Williamson, who was an official at the Bank of London. The other partakers were Edward Aimes, Robert Roseman and Sydney Thorne. These three were business men at sundry firms in th