Who Wins

Who Wins

Submitted by Ian.T on Sat, 2014-08-02 09:14

Your rancid odour penetrates my mind
I didn’t know that you were behind
A split second of smell sent me to my hell
You grabbed my throat, my senses reeled.

The physical side could always heal
Bastard thoughts have infected my mind
each day I have to live it still, I am now ill.
You cursed animal of the lowest, infested me

Pills and drugs never before known are mine
Reflecting on this corrupt societies demise,
This scum of our race should be thrown away
Yet you dregs of the Earth, can still roam free

How long I hid, it just wasn’t for me
I stalked him, my blade gave me liberty
they say now in this dock, I am placed.
It was me, going to lose this biased race.

A killer seen

A killer seen

Submitted by Ian.T on Wed, 2014-08-13 00:17

Jack Sparrow here, let me tell you
I escaped from him, I tell a story true
He was killing a couple I heard the screams
A nightmare of horrid dreams

I crept up to see what was going on
He spied me before very long
He let out a cry that froze my gait
Advancing on me so full of hate

He stopped about ten feet away
My blood froze at what I saw that day
I had brought my double barrelled gun
I would show him that it was no fun

He stood there amidst the gore
A smile flickered as they were no more
Temptation was his new game
Butchering all the sick and lame

I challenged his right to be
His grey black eyes bored into me
Curses I had to think strategy
Of how to take him down this time

Knowing his world now touched mine
Be gone I muttered deep and low
You cursed man just up and go
I have no more feelings for you

He laughed yes stood and laughed
Blood running down his arms
This site should have set off the alarm
That I had wandered to close this time

He didn’t know that I had protection so
It came to him in the blink of an eye
A lead ball sped from out of my hand
To tear at him but the second, a misfire

Damn him to hell, I turned and had to run
Weapon no good, I wished for a sword
I knew it just made him angrier still
My life now in danger, I just felt ill

I ran and hid there, shaking away.
I hoped he wouldn’t find me that day
I wouldn’t be talking to you if he had
Just smile for me as I am so glad.

Disturbed mechanics (Horror Workshop)

Disturbed mechanics

Submitted by Sparrow on Wed, 2015-07-01 00:40

It was not mankind we had to fear
deep in the everglades they rested there
before our race had walked upright
they slide into the swamp out of sight.

Strange that they dwelt there all that time
not seen by humans, or any living kind,
what awoke them, we now only feared,
Where some of our kin just disappeared.

They were really intelligent you see
even we should have stayed in the sea
they must have arrived many years before
Long life, an eternity, that’s for sure.

Man had found a new type of technology
Where Nano bugs would wander free.
They thought that they would be good,
for curing illness, if only they understood.

A creatures structured of pure useable energy
evolving timeless their use was so plain to see
Used as converters of all types of matter
Recycling, unbeknown duplicates did scatter.

They were born of an age many eons before
Not of Earth but an Alien’s distant shore
Drifting in space evolved to the extremes
Long ago resting here a Planet of dreams.

Man made them angry, as you will know
Their body structure allowed them to flow
so that was it, I am afraid humans had to go
They slid into the waters that were just so.

A simple form that’s why they survived
they would segment then proceed to divide
Living off of reptiles, frogs and anything
Now they awoke and started on human beings.

No one noticed the deaths at first
a stay at home with unquenchable thirst
Sucked of his life as he sat drinking one day
their microorganisms, enjoyed to eat this way.

The drinking man thought it was an itch at first
Took another swig to control his thirst
then the Nano’s started chewing away
The first of many humans to die that day.

The man had to watch his own demise
It is thought the drink clouded his eyes
yet there in that look of disbelief
His life was stolen by our Nano thief.

Some heard screams as his nerves were torn
Echoing around as his flesh was shorn
dividing each segment of his useless being
His last scream rebounded off the ceiling.

A swarm of them was all that was left
Communal thought carried on the process
All living things systematically destroyed
their race would soon be fully deployed.

They divided, many went their separate way.
In rivers away from man they swarmed that day
No one noticed small ripples on many waters
Man, woman, sons, and especially daughters.

They knew it was their day man was easy prey
though they started to select in a careful way
the connection with their kin was by thought
combined minds, learning each day they taught.

They would have called them kin if it were us
our form was unable to make such a fuss
Communal thoughts was a power to their way
resting at sunrise some said they sang each day.

Their soft minded tones seemed of stories old,
a place like Earth, where they began I am told.
Resting for a million or more of our years
No need to worry, perfect material, no cares.

A part of the eco system and not ever seen
this is where they would have always been
yet us! Stupid man blundered once too much
so they awoke to save their life’s clutch.

It would be the end of us as man very soon.
The creature segmented and started to bloom
Throwing their spores wide to the wind
Mans end, just a creatures life, did begin.

Metals transformed into their tiny kin
Ferocious appetite they ate us same as tin.
What can we do there is so few of us left
It was much too late, for so many were bereft

“You humans were no match for us
we rest at dawn, start again at dusk
No defence as material was all the same
absorbed and distributed again and again.”

“So you humans as you sit in your home
that itch will tell you are not alone
never worry though that you will can ever be
we have perfected miniaturisation you see.”

We will never know what drove them away
Clouds of dust were seen, that wonderful day
a moss shade of green emitting a soft hum
the energy of thought seemed to effect some

They formed into a cloud across from me
Stretching as far as the eye could see
A noise in my head, seemed to come from them.
“Humans beware we will be back again”

The cloud reached up in an ordered way
It left the Earth’s orbit and sped away
We counted the loss to our planet here
Two billion people gone or more I fear.

Nano! Nano!

I know I should run

 

Submitted by Ian.T on Sat, 2013-04-27 23:30

I cringe that your touch may get inside.
Though my eyes are staring so wide
It is not a hidden fear you see in me
My pain, that you enjoy, will set me free.

Let me tear myself away from your grasp
Give me the willpower to break your clasp
The one you have on this mind of mine
Not the physical one, I could leave behind

That open side of you that tells the lies
Don’t others see you and realise
That you are a mockery of a man
Treating me as a slave when you can.

I shall run where you will not break me
There inside is a strength shouting free
It came from seeing others that knew
That told me but I didn’t really see you

They just said there is much pain to bear
If you join with his open hands of fear
That will slap you down whenever they can
I should have, and now listen to my plan.

My feet are running away

Glastonbury Digit

Glastonbury

 

Digit loved to move to that rock and roll

So off to Somerset to find some he would go

There a festival fit for his favourite, the Queen

Damn he thought the Rolling Stones, a bad dream.

 

He set up his tent and prepared his day

If everything went well he wouldn’t stay.

For a change as this was a gathering fair

He would target a young woman, plenty there.

 

Searching faces coming in, Oh folly, Oh folly

A young woman alone, with her goods and brolly.

“You look strong can I help you along the track?”

I’ll pitch your tent and help you to unpack

 

“I will if OK with you pitch your tent over here”

Knowing her short night they would share.

“Thank you very much for help as you can see

First time here and there is only little ole me”

 

 

 

 

Digit‘s inward smile nearly burst his jaw

His mind was racing at the thought of it all.

His helping hand to her was soon done

Later he smiled; I will be having some fun.

 

The music blared as the day flew on

Some tired old groups trying to sing along.

The place was filling as the evening drew near

The young lady met him, she wanted to share.

 

“I came here on a whim of fancy”, she cried

“No family to bother me, and never a bride”

Digit said he was the same, his folks all gone

“Let’s just enjoy the music, we sing the same song”

 

Digit knew that this togetherness wouldn’t begin

How could he sort out his need, if feelings crept in?

The evening drew to a close for what only he knew.

He would squeeze her hand and her feelings grew.

 

Together in his abode they locked in frantic bind

His mind raced he couldn’t afford the loving time.

He reached for his weapon selected earlier that day

Ended her heaving, dragging her life in a red bouquet.

He removed one finger from her now white hand

He knew the police would not understand.

It could take them months to connect the kill

With the one on his holinight up on the Wirral

 

Late into the moons drop, he packed her things

Left them in his tent, he had fulfilled his dreams

He didn’t look back as he left the scene

A tent was standing where two had been

 

He had heard of another place close by

Cheddar Gorge and a Cave what a place to die

He headed that way but tarried a while

To think on his actions with a broad smile.

Digit Pt 6

Digit left the Scottish low lands with much haste
South West was calling, he increased his pace
An area where many interests abound
He will be able to move freely and not be found

There in the old docks he saw SS Great Britain
A thing of beauty that brought him to thinking
A man of engineering fame, just need to say his name
Brunel seemed to ring a bell, and his rise to fame

This made Digit think of other places to be
He wandered off, a suspension bridge to see
This took him across a river that journeyed on
There way beneath was the lovely Avon

Digit started to need, his mind set for a new kill
He wandered from the bridge to the top of a hill.
He spied domed building there that said observatory,
Just the place he thought to find a victim for misery.

He paid the dull man at the door walked on to the floor
There a round table in shaded light, showed him more.
A panorama of outside, people unaware, that he was there
On the table his victim would appear and draw near.

In the room was a cave entrance a place to hide
He looked to see where it went, being so dark inside
It led to a balcony holding on to the cliff face
A view of the bridge, where death would take place.

Digit smiled and thought he would wait awhile
His thirst for death, to his face brought a smile
He sensed a presence before he saw her there.
A student brushed his side, smiled without care.

That made him snap, and her longish neck too
It was such a short moment and it was through
Digit realised that he was trapped at this time
A tunnel a corpse there a cliff left to climb.

He sorted the problem with the sweep of his hand
Tipping her body over the edge just felt grand
He retreated to the round tabled picture room
He knew in his heart she would be missed soon.

Slowly without making a fuss he left the scene
Flew away as if he had just fulfilled a dream
Smiling that he had completed his kill
A blood mark on his pocket gave him a thrill.

Therein he knew that a trophy was safe
Number seven painted a smile on his face
He returned to his safe seaside retreat
He hadn’t had time to collect more meat

Next day as the news was read to the world,
He thought of the girl who flew like a bird.
That another had jumped down the cliff wall
Strange that she lost a finger in the fall

Digit smiled, he was so pleased to be alive
Number seven finger on which he did thrive
A new day dawned making him feel so free
As he walked the beach, by the edge of his sea.

Dead Digit ???

 

 

Where to now to bring terror my friend

To fetch some flesh and a thumb to end

My trail of hate for the way my parents were

A Mother whore, a Father who was like a cur.

 

I am tired he thought as he left South Wales

Across the country again to London’s Scales

They were supposed to deal out justice

Yet my childhood was hidden in a deep mist.

 

Here he could find the universe in one place

Millions of visitors a few deaths no disgrace

No thought of the waxworks and the two killed

He had butchered those two and was so thrilled

 

Where today that I can go to view it all

Ah! The London Eye would be his next call

A ferry from the Tower of London’s side

Where shall I meet my next deaths bride?

 

 

Wait I have just spied a haven by the bridge

His muddled brain saw the water’s edge

Where the queens to their deaths were taken

He thought great to die here with the forsaken

 

He left the cruise at the very next drop

Walked along the embankment to that first stop

In the dark with water lapping that hidden gate

His hunger for death of another he’d satiate

 

His mind now raced as time passed by

He saw the full face with his Mothers Eyes

And after his Fathers twisted slaking

Would make the next, better for the taking

 

He heard a sweet voice that sang low

It seemed trying to ward of any evil soul

But Digit knew in those shadows deep

It was time for this maid to eternal sleep.

 

Not many times but once in a while

Digit thought about a kill without a smile

He’d make this one as quick as he could

Such a sweet voice he just understood

His blade whistled a different tune

The woman’s voice was stopped so soon

There was haste to finish his task tonight

No time to waste at being polite.

 

Three cuts with his blade so true

Two thumbs were severed and flesh for stew.

Then tipping the body over the side

To let the Thames take it out with the tide

 

As usual digit was thinking the same way

He would return to his place by the sea today

He was returning with his trophies to his domain,

Did he slip off the platform to fall under a train?

 

All the fingers of a body where crushed to pulp

A sight that would make a strong man gulp

It was strange the man said what he found by the dead

Talking low there were three thumbs beside its head

 

The early paper, told it first thing next day

Ran a story about him and all it could say

That a poor man had died a horrible death

As he slipped under a holiday train at Morpeth

 

They told the story of a very puzzled man

Well you try to believe it if you can.

Some time passed before the puzzle was solved

A policeman in Oxford, the evidence trolled

 

He said that he was on the trail of a killer

That had taken things like flesh and a finger.

It was found that what he said was so right

A dead Digit now we could all sleep tight

 

But wait a while don’t you start to smile

The last victim was missing two thumbs

Only one extra was found on the same ground

As Supposed Digit so mangled they found.

 

There on a beach not so far away

You will find new footprints each day

The smell of long pig pollutes the air

So if you are going out take great care..

 

Late Alfred Digit

I received a large registered letter today

It was strange as it came from far away

It was from some unrecognised attorney
It said contact him, as it would benefit me

They were sorry about the delay from them
The information was from way back when
At school in my sixth form years I had a friend
I was kind to him, and to him did money lend

He said I told him that it mattered not about repay
It wasn’t that much I gave him that cold day
Yet here a letter he had left for me in neat hand
About that day and how he thought it so grand

He related how his childhood had been back then
The beatings, rows, the hate thrown at the children
It took a time for me to recall his name, and face
I always knew his treatment was a total disgrace.

Bruises, cuts and broken limbs, and things not seen
These were day to day normal life’s things to him
I would talk to him most days, how my day had been
I felt useless in those childhood days as we played.

It took me a few days to organise the trip to his town
There in a grand room and comfy chair I settled down
In came the attorney with papers held under his arm
He treated me as if I was a lord with much charm

Are you Jack Sparrow originally of Burnham on Sea
I replied yes that is me and where I use to be.
Your friend Alfred Digit, late of Sea View Cottage there
He said in sorrowful words that didn’t seem so clear.

I am sorry to say, that he passed away on the fourth of May
He was admitted to hospital there, after being hurt at the fair
I am sorry it took us so long to find you, and let you know
He was a secretive man, it is only now is papers are just so.

He left you all of his things, for being good to him
All his life after, he would always remembers that shilling.
Though his life was bad it was the only bit of kindness he had
In his life of hurt and misery inherited from his Mum and Dad

I felt such emotion on hearing that one deed from me
Was the only good thing that he felt in his whole life to be.
Sea View Cottage, insurance a bounty, cars numbering three
I just sat back in disbelief at hearing the list of things.

At the end of our meeting the Attorney said to me
There is one extra letter that is here for you to see
I took it from his hand; it felt so heavy the writing grand
I left , returned to the hotel room stayed at for this meeting.

I opened the letter in the light of the day streaming through
Now you can understand what it said, as I have related it to you
I cried that all this killing had taken place from a child I knew
I just thought that after the authorities, I would relate to you.

As I didn’t need Alfred’s money I gave it to a good cause
That would look after children who had a bad start in life.
The cottage was sold as a holiday home for ones that didn’t know
The money built a sanctuary where ill treated children could go

I hope that out there no more Digits flare up from humanity.
Though in this day and age is a thing I cannot in truth see
I hope that now we cannot change the past for something good
The things he did will not be condoned though I hope understood .

Yours J Sparrow

Digit in Edinburgh (Pt 10)

 

 

Digit thought it’s August, to go where it was cool.

Where people are friendly, a place to use his new tool.

All the world was warm, Edinburgh, the place of his birth

Opened their hearts to their kin, for what it was worth.

 

Many stories of old body stealers, and hidden vaults

Dark ages where many in blood and plague were soaked

Yet the city still retained within it’s Granite walls

Many secrets of kings, and of beautiful queens downfalls

 

Those legendary pair who didn’t share their meat

They have no option now that I am here at Bruce’s seat

Names that we remembered, Burke and Hare, stupid pair

Did they know that their body stealing was unfair?

 

Let Digit show their ghosts a new thing or two

How I can kill better, they only dead bodies knew

Then to carve a joint, for essence of pork to smell

How I will send another girl or boy to a bloody hell.

 

This his mind would turn round and round

Here on his Mothers and Fathers rotting ground

Their memory brought a maddened gleam to his eyes

Faces flashed past his memory, then their lies.

 

Did the screaming face of her never stop?

Or the Father with his shredding bloody strop.

I feel it now my skin burns where he would hit me

The ranting of Mothers words buzzing like a bee.

 

I will find more souls to let them know the score.

Better me, than to let them suffer for ever more

I know them each and everyone who crosses my path

They will scream, and then be at peace to quell my wrath.

 

The caves at the Rowan Tree, good place to go,

People are gawking at, where others had suffered so.

I shall wait for them in the hidden places

I am there for them and their death mask faces

 

Their minds must be sick if they get any thrill

Of muted death of many here, that were so ill

The plague killed, and then poverty took its toll

Not a place to go, just for a curiosity show.

 

I  Digit will show them a worthy death

Sliced blood carriers, then I claim their breath

Those looks of fear, instant, floats on the eyes

Fading as the setting sun as they realise

 

Then I claim my trophy of their demise

Not sure if to take a toe this time, their dead eyes

Toes will take more time for me to gain

Though dead Eyes will never be the same

 

This place here underground is such a treat

It will give me more time to attack the feet.

A group of ghost hunters are heaven sent to me

A scream or two will set one or two so free.

 

Shush! I have to concentrate before it’s too late

This is a lovely place to decide their gory fate

Two stragglers from the parties group

A piece of one to make my special soup

 

The other, open toed shoes, a trophy to gain

Edinburgh’s underworld, will never be the same

Digit gathered his form his new knife he bore.

It sliced two humans they fell, they were no more.

 

Digit worked his parent’s smiles to even the score.

Of a life of hate they grew within him more

A toe from the open shoe was added to his Pocket

The other, a slice of flesh, and a once loved locket

 

 

The locket was a new thing for him to do

He remembered his Mother, she had one to.

Digit fled the scene well all that he could see

He knew in his mind that he had set two more free

 

Taking the train back to his beloved home

He had a look at the locket now that he was all alone

There in sepia’s sheen, a grand lady and man was seen.

Why now? He cursed at what his grandparents had been

 

Tears rolled from his death seeking eyes

Stupid me he thought as he realised

That once he had a life of laughter and good days.

This hate of his parents had twisted his ways.

 

Home once more he rushed in the door

A different rage took him by the hand

His trophies he gathered one toe, two hands

He rushed out to where the sea touched his sand

 

No one heard him scream their names

As he threw his ill gotten now rotting gains

Into the waves as they brushed his feet

He returned to his home to cook some meat

Digit’s Death ??? (Pt 9)

Dead Digit ???

Where to now to bring terror my friend
To fetch some flesh and a thumb to end
My trail of hate for the way my parents were
A Mother whore, a Father who was like a cur.

I am tired he thought as he left South Wales
Across the country again to London’s Scales
They were supposed to deal out justice fair
Yet my childhood was hidden, I just didn’t care.

Here he could find the universe in one place
Millions of visitors, a few deaths, no disgrace
No thought of the waxworks and the two killed
He had butchered those two and was so thrilled

Where today that I can go to view it all
Ah! The London Eye would be his next call
A ferry from the Tower of London’s side
Where shall I meet my next deaths bride?

Wait I have just spied a haven by the bridge
His muddled brain saw the water’s edge
Where the queens to their deaths were taken
He thought great to die here with the forsaken

He left the cruise at the very next drop
Walked along the embankment to that first stop
In the dark with water lapping that hidden gate
His hunger for death of another, he’d satiate

His mind now raced as time passed by
He saw the full face with his Mothers Eyes
And after his Fathers twisted slaking
Would make the next, better for the taking

He heard a sweet voice that sang low
It seemed trying to ward of any evil soul
But Digit knew in those shadows deep
It was time for this maid to eternal sleep.

Not many times but once in a while
Digit thought about a kill without a smile
He’d make this one as quick as he could
Such a sweet voice he just understood

His blade whistled a different tune
The woman’s voice was stopped so soon
There was haste to finish his task tonight
No time to waste at being polite.

Three cuts with his blade so true
Two thumbs were severed and flesh for stew.
Then tipping the body over the side
To let the Thames take it out with the tide

Digit was thinking of things different way
He would return to his place by the sea today
As he was returning with his trophies to his domain,
Did he slip off the platform, to fall under a train?

All the fingers of a body where crushed to pulp
A sight that would make a strong man gulp
It was strange the man said what he found by the dead
Talking low, there were three thumbs, beside its head

The early paper, told it first thing next day
Ran a story about him and all it could say
That a poor man had died a horrible death
As he slipped under a holiday train at Morpeth

They told the story of a very puzzled man
Well you try to believe it if you can.
Some time passed before the puzzle was solved
A policeman in Oxford, the evidence trolled

He said that he was on the trail of a killer
That had taken things like flesh and a finger.
It was found that what he said was so right
A dead Digit now we could all sleep at night

But wait a while don’t you start to smile
The last victim was missing two thumbs
Only one extra was found on the same ground
As the supposed Digit, so mangled they found.

There on a beach not so far away
You will find new footprints each day
The smell of long pig pollutes the air
So if you are going out take great care..