A high pitched buzz rendered Nick, Jenny, a half morphed Jekyll-Hyde helpless as Ahmanet utilized her mind control.
Prodigium’s technicians and security moved quickly as Ahmanet used telekinesis and freed herself from the restraints of her mercury prison that pulsed through her veins.
Snapping sounds permeated through the chamber as her restraints released and struck various security guards who attempted to subdue her. Various arms, legs, and torsos sliced apart like fresh-baked bread.
The Pharaoh has returned.
Her limbs once weak and frail became stronger, more toned. Her once ashen skin warmed into a deep ebony bronze, her hair once…
Sometimes I wonder why…why keep going? Why bother killing these damn things. Yeah, I call them “things” because nothing has been human here in a long time. Myself included. Why keep running to a destination in my mind that may not exist?
Why keep this struggle going? Nothing is clear anymore yet nothing is black, white, or grey.
This is no longer a free world. It now belongs to them. A world of universal chaos, a sick institution that we are trying to survive in. Yet I see us treating each other worse than those things. …
I dream of us on the sands of Cairo
We bathe ourselves in the Nile, allowing the beads of water to baptize us
Our souls melt together like harvest moons. Space and time no longer exists
My mirror, come to me and let your velvet touch enrapture me
No need for promises as we float in the reverie of becoming one
Let us heal our wounds, lick them until our blood turns to wine. Until we are drunk from the fire that burns wildly between us
Our love is fate and is often desired by those who envy us
With…
Is love sought after in the dark hereafter of lust I’ve been seeking, or is it a false belief that we are one? Am I a fool to let you sink between my thatch of dark abyss that has me calling your name like a sweet cherry wind
Did I imagine that you captured me with words of “I look into your eyes and feel I’m home”
Even with your vibes and lies I abide knowing I am coming and going
Yet I return because, in the back of my mind, I hope that you will come to your senses…
Going to the movies with my father was always a fantastic pastime I shared with him. One of my first outings happened when I was three years old, a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…
It was 1977, my father picked up my siblings and I at my mother’s house in his Camaro Z28 and we drove down 280 to the Century 22 Theatre in San Jose, California. It was a Super 70 mm screen, and being that my father was an avid film buff and audiophile he always took us to this theatre. He would always…
Valak is working overtime as she arrives in the spin-off and 5th installment in the Conjuring-Annabelle Universe, The Nun.
The film opens with two nuns in a cloistered abbey in Romania who attempt to retrieve an ancient Christian relic to stop a malevolent force. While one is killed, the other sacrifices her own life so that this malevolent spirit cannot possess her.
The Vatican is notified and recruits Father Burke who then recruits novitiate Sister Irene to travel to Romania where they meet Frenchie, a villager who transports various supplies to the nuns at St. Carta and discovered the nun…
Ingrid St. John
Writer of thriller, horror and poetry.
