The News Story

Holidailies Prompt: Describe your best or worst memory from this past year.

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Back in November a woman died on the railroad tracks near my warehouse.

The initial news-reports were not correct.

I was working at my desk when I heard a train breaking hard- hard enough that I noticed it- after years and years of working in the warehouse I don’t really heard the trains anymore.

I put it out of my mind and finished my work.

When I went to catch my train I saw people streaming up from the train platform so I knew there was a problem.

So this is what happened-  a woman jumped or fell from the bridge above the tracks- which is really a street and a sidewalk-  and just as she did a freight train came from the tunnel under the bridge and she landed on top  the Engine car and died.

The place where she was reported as being hit is where the train stopped.

There wasn’t any followup so the news story was not corrected. I hated that. It’s like her tragedy didn’t matter- and it did. She did matter.

 

On my train ride home that night I remember people being more quiet then usual- and by that I mean when someone is hit by a train on the ride home after the incident  people are animated and they talk really loud.

It’s a reaction to death- like if you talk loud enough death will stay away from you.

This time someone said, ” the holidays do that to some people.”

I’m pretty sure they meant the death that had just taken place behind us a few hours before.

I’m not sure how I feel about the holidays this year, but I think I’d rather think of it as something to look forward too instead of fearing.

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Hellhound Sunday

For Jim Adam’s song lyric Sunday I chose a song that was recorded  in 1937 and to this day best performed ‘unplugged’ both live and in the studio.

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When I was young, someone played this song for me on the guitar.

It was a spooky song about a Hellhound chasing a man to his death.

The song painted a picture in my mind’s eye of a man running through darkness, sadness and in terror.

Afterwards the person who sang it to me said, ‘ this is a song about a man who is running because a lynch mob is after him.’

I knew what a lynch mob was- and I knew I had understood the song perfectly. It was a horror song about a man being chased to his death by a monster.

I got to keep movin’, I got to keep movin’
Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
And the days keeps on worryin’ me
There’s a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail
If today was Christmas Eve, if today was Christmas Eve
And tomorrow was Christmas Day
If today was Christmas Eve, and tomorrow was Christmas Day
Aw, wouldn’t we have a time, baby?
All I would need my little sweet rider just
To pass the time away, huh-huh
To pass the time away
You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm
Mmm, around my door, all around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder
All around your daddy’s door, hmm-hmm-hmm
It keep me with ramblin’ mind, rider
Every old place I go, every old place I go
I can tell the wind is risin’, the leaves tremblin’ on the tree
Tremblin’ on the tree
I can tell the wind is risin’, leaves tremblin’ on the tree
Hmm-hmm hmm-mmm
All I need’

A Ghostly Reminder

For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I thought I’d repost a fun thing I wrote about telling ghost stories at Christmas back in November of ’22

Last week my day job has expanded a bit, so I’ve been focused on learning some new things- which is okay but it is NOT okay for my writing time ( which has suffered ). This post is going to get me  back on track so I thought I’d share it with you just in case anyone needs a little creativity boost themselves.

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Earlier this month I posted a story about my family telling ghost stories at Christmas- it’s a Victorian Tradition and one that I really enjoy taking part in. I’ve posted some links here for a little inspiration and if this Winter you have that feeling in your bones ( that can only be a ghost story trying to make it’s way into the world ) then you might find these useful too.

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How To Write A Victorian Christmas Ghost Story

Best Thriller and Suspense Writing Prompts of 2021 (reedsy.com)

Writing Prompts About Ghosts

If Wishes Were Wolves

Inspired by: RDP Tuesday word prompt  moustache or mustache.

Jamie Wyeth
” Wolf Dog”

If I was a Werewolf

I would never have to wax my lip, or my legs or my eyebrows ever again.

If I was a Werewolf

I could let my hair go wild and wavy- which is what it’s always wanted

to do but I have beat it  into submission.  I’m pretty sure every hair on my head hates

me now, can you blame it?

 

If I was a werewolf

I’d never step near a beauty parlor again and when I looked into a mirror

on the nights when the Moon is full,

I’m very sure I would see a smiling face

looking back at me.

What a change that would be- if I was a Werewolf.