“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?”
— Edgar Allan Poe
Month: May 2024
Incident In Duwamish Bay Pt. 2
I am going to continue this story using Prompts from various writing site today I am the Word of The Day Challenge: Biology
Part I of this story is HERE
Artist Unknown
Her name is Demetra Field and in a small island town in Washington state called Duwamish Bay she is wanted for the murder of her own Grandmother.
She used an ax, just like Lizzie Borden, but unlike Lizzie she didn’t dispatch her victim with 40 wacks. Demetra Field did the job with one brutal swing and with one vicious twist she made a statement.
Do you know what really made people in Duwamish Bay really hate Demetra?
She killed a Wolf. Then she dressed it in her Grandmother’s nightgown and jammed it into a sitting position in her Grandmother’s rocking chair next to the fire place.
” I don’t think there’s a name for this kind of crazy. ” Sheriff Jemma Longyear said to her deputy Hartley Smith on the evening they worked the crime scene.
The Wolf may have been dead, but it’s eyes were focused in their direction and if it still had power to use it voice it would have heartily agree with them.
Hartley and Jemma stepped aside and let the Agnes from the Medical examiners office and her crew take Sophia the bits and pieces that had spilled out of her to their van.
” That’s a new level of evil around here, that’s for sure. ” Hartley added as he wondered how Demetra had managed to bend and twist the Wolf’s body into position in the chair.
” Wait. ” Jemma and and Hartley heard one of Agnes’ workers from outside say, ” make sure she’s zipped up. ”
” I think we have a real problem here. ” Jemma said.
The Wolf agreed, but at the moment he wasn’t able to say so.
Are We There Yet?
Truthful Tuesday: Do you have any plans for this summer, or are you playing it by ear this year?
Truthfully- I hate the Summer.
I hate the dust, I hate the smoke from the forest fires ( that’s a thing now in Washington state if there isn’t a fire in the mountains here, the smoke blows in from Canada) that turns the sky orange ( and not in the cool way it looks orange on Mars or Venus ).
When Summer rolls around I count the days until it’s over and the only thing that keeps my spirits up when everyone is all a twitter because the Sun is HERE ( it’s never been gone, but whatever ) is that I start getting my blog ready for Halloween.
Sundown-Andrew-Wyeth
I don’t worship the Sun, I don’t run outside and tilt my face to the heavens and cook the flesh on my skull and sing the praises of how good the sun feels.
I’m not that crazy.
On the other hand, watching people mummify themselves in the heat of the Summer months is macabre, if not entertaining in a weird way and it gives me something to do as I wait for the return of the ” ber ” months.
An Idea
It was the End of the beginning.