Racism Insurance: It doesn’t exist but you wish it did.

Published October 21, 2014 by Tali Adina

Originally posted on A Matter of Scale:

Insurance

If you’re an adult, you hate paying for it. Car insurance can double the cost of your car payments, if you own a home, you need to have a variety of coverage plans depending on where you live and for some things you just can’t afford it no matter what you do. See: Earthquake insurance in California…

Well, now there’s a new insurance we wish existed but until it does, you can laugh at these poor guys who wish they had… Racism Insurance!

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For Your Horror Reading Pleasure: Biloko

Published October 19, 2014 by Tali Adina

It’s Saturday night and the moon is bright. We’re gonna have some fun show you how it’s done SNRF (Saturday Night Reading Fright)! Here’s my short story enjoy.

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BILOKO

Written by Talisha Harrison

Copyright 2014

They are out there you know, the spirits of our ancestors.  They live deep in the darkest and densest part of the rainforest, guarding their precious treasures with a ferocity unmatched nor heard anywhere else. Over the years they’ve developed a huge grudge against the living and in retaliation for a crime committed against them centuries past, they viciously attack and devour any human that enters their domain…or they come looking for us.

Not too long ago my father told me of an encounter with our horrible relatives. It had started out as a normal day like any other. He was about to go hunting. My father was one of the most intrepid hunters that our people had ever had. Once he had tackled and killed a man-eating lion that had plagued three towns and killed over a hundred people.

As he headed toward the haunted forest, his younger sister ran up to him and insisted on tagging along. Father was adamant in his response. “No.” he had said, “It’s already a dangerous journey. It would become even more so if you came. You have to be fearless if you enter the forest. It is not our home. We are trespassers there.” “I am not afraid!” my aunt persisted, “Please let me come.” She continued to protest until father could bear no more of it. Finally he relented and the two began their journey.

It took them four hours to reach the hut father had built. A palisade surrounded the tiny house. “We will rest here for the night.” Father said, raising one of the wooden stakes from the ground. “When do we go hunting?” his sister asked. “Tomorrow, but it is I who will go. You shall remain here.” Bela nodded in agreement but they both knew she had no intention of being left behind.

The next morning, father rose and gathered his spear and pende axe and woke up his sibling. “I’m going to inspect my traps. When I return we will have a great dinner.” “Okay.” auntie said yawning. She was not yet fully awake. Father rested his arms on the girl’s shoulders and said sternly, “When you hear a bell, do not move. If you do, you will die! You understand? Do not move a muscle!” “I understand. I will not move.” “Good I shall return. Go back to sleep.”

Not too long after her brother left, Bela heard the charming sound of a little bell coming closer to the hut. Forgetting her brother’s warnings, she moved closer to the door. “Let me into my room.” a child’s voice said from the other side. Curious, Bela opened the door and a peculiar creature stood before her.

It smelled like the forest and had piercing eyes, a large snout, a mouths that could open impossibly wide, and long claws. In place of hair, grass grew on its small body. It held a little bell in its hand. It was an eloko. “I am hungry.” it said in its gentle child-like voice, “I haven’t eaten in a long time.”

The girl took pity on the creature and offered him banana mash with fried fish but he refused. “I eat only human meat.” “What?” Bela asked. “Give me a piece of your arm.” the eloko replied. “No, I won’t! Go away.” Bela said backing away. “You will give me what I want.” the creature said. He rang his bell which began to place auntie in a trance. She tried to fight it but to no avail.

Only the immense pain of the creature biting into her arm brought her out of it. “Aaaaaaaaaah!” she screamed, punching the eloko with her other fist. The hit made the monster drop its bell. Auntie then kicked him away. With all the strength she could muster, auntie reached for the pende axe she had brought along.  The creature had retrieved its bell and began to ring it once again.

It was easier for the girl to ignore the charms of the bell. The screeching pain of her arm called to  her more. Angered that his spell wasn’t working, the monster charged at the girl, mouth readied to devour her. The girl’s axe and the eloko’s mouth met with a loud thud and she blacked out.

Bela awoke moments later to the sounds of multiple bells. Hastily looking around, she saw no one else except the creature who now laid motionless a few feet from her. In the collision, his bell had somehow been crushed along with his head. Relieved to see her foe defeated, the girl had other pressing matters to attend to.

First was her mangled arm. It was useless to her and a painful distraction. Second was the appeasing sound of the bells. They were a ways off, she could still hear their angelic voices singing, signaling her to come to them. Their voices were getting stronger as they neared.

The girl looked to her left. The fire still burned in its hearth. Across from it was her brother’s sleeping space. He had forgotten to take his Ekonda sword. Painfully she crawled to it. Grabbing the sword she placed it into the burning flames. She picked up the axe and with a few deep breaths she swung it at her useless arm.

“Aaaargh!” she screamed as the blade went through her arm. It didn’t complete the job though as the arm was still attached, hanging like a piece of meat on a hook.  She swung again and cried out once more. No good the flesh stubbornly remained. She hacked it again and again. On her fourth swing, Bela gripped her axe, violently shaking as she swung it.

She screamed again as dropped the axe. With tears nearly blinding her, she quickly grabbed the sword now immensely red from the fire. Her mouth opened releasing no sound  as the hot steel met her stump and cauterized the stringy flesh. Dropping the sword, Bela allowed the pain to overwhelm her and she passed out…

Yet again the bells brought her back. They were very close now, it wouldn’t be long till they and their hideous, vicious owners arrive to consume what was left of Bela’s flesh. She didn’t want that to happen, but the bells were strong and she was weak, or so she thought.

Part of her wanted to give in to the biloko. But as she stared at her new stump and back to the unrecognizable arm she had lost, Bela’s resolve to live grew stronger. She thought of her brother how he was so fearless. Everyday he risked his life venturing into the forest to find food for their family. He entered the deepest forest where the biloko live in hollow trees waiting to devour those they charm with their bells, and he survived. Bela knew that if he could do this then so could she.

She stood up and prepared for her aggressors. Using the some of the wood supplies, she enforced the door. Bela then grabbed her weapons and sat down near the fire awaiting the monsters at her door. They came soon enough and their bells rang even louder as they chanted in their childish voices “Let us in! Let us in! We want to come in!”

Their voices and bells were strong, but Bela was stronger. She didn’t let them in. They increased their sounds and Bela began to struggle. “Let us in! Let us in! We want to come in!” “No! Go away!” This cycle repeated itself for a couple of hours until finally, the biloko returned to their homes. It was nearly dusk and Bela stayed vigilant. Her brother had yet to return and she wasn’t sure if the creatures would come back. She soon drifted off to sleep.

Bela was awakened not by the sound bells, but to the sound of a young man singing. When she opened her eyes she found her brother sitting next to the hearth cooking their dinner. “Hello sister. I have returned.” Bela hugged him and said, “Oh brother, I was worried for you! I’m sorry. I should have never opened the door.” “It couldn’t be helped. You didn’t have a charm to protect you from their spells like I do.”

“A charm?” Bela asked. Her brother handed her his bronze amulet. “This is what keeps me from being devoured. It’s how I elude the biloko. It helps me overcome their charms.” “You don’t fear coming here at all.” “Everyday I do. But I must hide it deep down inside. I was very fearful today though.” “Why?” “Because you came with me, especially when I saw the eloko. I feared he and his friends had killed you. I feared that I would see your bones next to him. But you hadn’t been eaten.”

Solemnly Bela said, “But I could have.” She handed her brother the amulet. He took the amulet and put it back around his neck and asked, “You know what?” “What?” “You are much braver than me. I don’t think I could have done what you did.”

The next morning both siblings returned safely to their town. Father continued his hunting and oftentimes, Bela accompanied him without an amulet. Over time the biloko became afraid of her and they retreated farther, away deeper into the forest. She was the first human to ever but fear in the hearts of the creatures, if they had hearts anyway. Bela became even more well-known than her brother to our people in the flesh and in spirit.

And this my children is the story of how your great-aunt Bela defeated the creatures and why they trouble us no longer.

Things I Wrote This Week (and last week too) #10 & #11

Published October 17, 2014 by Tali Adina

Things I wrote this week

And welcome back! It’s been a long time since I did one of these posts. A few months to be exact. Where was I? Well I had a big case of writer’s block. Once in a while I would write something but it wasn’t a lot. I tried to work on revising my novel but that just stressed me out to the point that I was about to give up on writing forever…Thankfully that didn’t happen. I’m back-well almost anyway and I’ve got a lot of writing to share with you. So

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Poetry:

Last week and a few previous weeks beforehand, I wrote the following poems each of which have important relevance and meaning:

And Yet

Feminist Me

Outside the Box

Misc.

Here are some miscellaneous articles I wrote:

Banned Book Week

Star Wars Reads Day

13 Terrorific Cosplay Ideas for Halloween

 

The Horror Pack

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In honor of  Halloween, I’ve written a few short stories and flash fiction pieces that I hope to publish as a collection next year. All the way through Hallow’s Eve I plan to post them. Here are the ones that I’ve posted beginning with the most recent:

A Tale of Two Souls

In the Room Where You Sleep

Severance

Why Meat Is What’s For Dinner: A Zombie Responds

Air Conditioner and Five Other Flash Fiction Stories

Uirusu

This got published in  The Sirens Call eZine August 2014 Issue #16 Apocalyptic Fiction which you can download for free here.

 

Bonus:

Uncanny Pop

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A friend and I decided to collaborate together and create a blog dedicated to underground and mainstream pop culture from a POC and Feminist perspective. We just started the blog on Wednesday and we’re look for volunteer contributors so if you’re interested contact me or email unannypop@gmail.com.

Outside the Box

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My third poetry book will be released later this month in print and ebook forms and you can preorder your ebook copy for only $.99 cents at Smashwords.

The Paranormal 13 

The Paranormal 13 is available on Amazon for free and its 13 free books featuring witches, vampires, werewolves, mermaids, psychics, Loki, time travel and more! ): Boxed Set Including a 14th free novel!

Darkangel by Christine Pope
Twin Souls by K.A. Poe
The Girl by Lola St Vil
Rest for the Wicked by Cate Dean
Drowning Mermaids by Nadia Scrieva
Wolves by C. Gockel
The Witch Hunter by Nicole R Taylor
Beyond the Fortuneteller’s Tent by Kristy Tate
Nolander by Becca Mills
The Medium by C.J. Archer
Dream Student by J.J. DiBendetto
Deception by Stacy Claflin
The Black Parade by Kyoko M
The Thought Readers by DimaZales

So yay, that’s a lot of things I wrote!

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Please go check them out and spread the word.  Until next time!

 

For Your Horror Reading Pleasure: A Tale of Two Souls

Published October 17, 2014 by Tali Adina

Here’s the second entry, this is where I leave you with a short story instead of a flash fiction piece. It’s the first horror story I wrote for the upcoming collection which is still a work in progress. I hope you enjoy it and your weekend!

A TALE OF TWO SOULS

Written by Talisha Harrison

Copyright 2014

I.

“P-taff! P-taff! P-taff! P-taff! P-taff!”

On a hot and miserable Friday afternoon, five bullets entered twenty-three year old Deangelo Wright’s body as he sat in heavy traffic on I-4. The actions that brought about his death began when a red 2010 Chevy Silverado dangerously jumped right in front of Deangelo’s vehicle. It nearly caused him to slam into the back of the truck, that would have created a deadly chain reaction continuing way past the plus mile line of sardine packed automobiles.

Deangelo had had a good day at work and wasn’t going to let anyone much less this bully of a truck ruin his day. When the opportunity came to move into the next lane he took it and sped by the Silverado, smiling as he went.  Unbeknownst to him, this move was the final nail in the coffin for the Chevy driver who was pissed to the nth degree. Who knows exactly what the driver was already angry about, but Deangelo’s move crossed the line. As soon as the traffic began to move again, the driver unleashed their fury upon Deangelo’s vehicle with their semiautomatic pistol. They then sped off, driving into the oncoming summer thunderstorm, leaving behind a dead man who was just trying to make his way home.

Meanwhile, across town in a Huntington styled two bedroom two bath on the seventh floor of the Emerson Plaza Lakeside Luxury Apartments, a man by the name of Alton Casey Irwin died from a brain aneurysm-a subarachnoid hemorrhage to be exact. It all started earlier in the day with a sudden severe headache that lasted several hours. Alton had taken an Advil  which he downed with a glass of scotch. He then went about his daily business, which included a round a golf at the Rolling Hills Golf Club in nearby Longwood. Alton was ahead of his friend by two holes when the game came to a stop due to the oncoming thunderstorm.

It was for the best since Alton had come down with a bit of nausea. When he returned home he laid down on his couch and vomited. The vomit that had not reached the floor, stained up his shirt and hands. Its funkiness caused him to vomit even more, and he suddenly became drowsy and confused. His vision was abnormal and his neck stiffened as he lost consciousness for the final time, never to awaken in the world of the living…

II.

Deangelo knew he was dead the minute he felt a bullet pierce through his forehead zip through his brain, and exit out the back of his head. He watched as the drivers behind his car blew their horns then cursed at the top of their lungs, and finally got out of their cars pissed and ready to kick his ass…that is until they reached his door and saw Deangelo’s bloody, bullet ridden body with his brains decorating the car throughout.

That’s when he heard one of the onlookers scream and saw some of them on their phones calling Channel 9 Eyewitness News, and 911 while others started recording the morbid scene.  Deangelo was frightened and confused. He didn’t know what to do and no one could hear or see him. Deangelo wished Jordan Amador was around to help, but no seer was coming to his aid. All he could do was keep watch over his body as the living waited for the news reporters police to arrive…

Alton woke up hovering over his own body. At first he believed he was having an out of body experience but upon further inspection, he realized that he was indeed dead…Alton had a panic attack. He didn’t understand what had happened. Yes, he was a little plump, but he still worked out and exercised. He ate healthy he was a freaking vegan for Christ’s sakes! And yet, there he was on the couch dead as a doornail, never to return…at least he wasn’t a zombie, right?

Three days passed before his body was found. By that time the stench of dried vomit and the initial decay of his flesh had mixed together to create an abhorrent smell. Alton was embarrassed and wished that he had opened a window before he had lain down to take his eternal nap. While he waited, Alton was drawn to his body and kept ever watch over it.

It was his cleaning lady who discovered him. She came in like she usually did every Monday, unlocking the door, heading straight to the kitchen to make something for lunch. But before she could open the fridge, the smell knocked her back. Thinking that some food may had been left out after one of Alton’s infamous lavish weekend parties, she looked around but found nothing. She then headed to the living room to open a window only to discover the source of the smell-Alton’s dead carcass.

The lady did not scream, instead she threw up. When she regained a little bit of her composure, she walked out of the apartment as fast as she could and knocked on the neighbor’s door across the hall. A older gentlemen answered and she frantically told him about her discovery. The man then went into Alton’s place, saw the body and bolted as though a tsunami was rapidly approaching. He called the apartment manager who called the police. They arrived thirty minutes later.  Alton stayed by his body’s side and wondered what would happen next?

He didn’t have to wait long to find out. After the police and detectives came and went, the medical examiner and her team arrived. They covered Alton’s body with an evidence sheet and wheeled him outside and placed him in the back of an ambulance to take to the morgue and placed in a fridge where it remained for another two days.

Alton would not leave his body’s side. It was if he was glued to the hip. He was fixated by it, and nothing else in the world could or would draw him away. On the third day of refrigeration, Alton’s brother Mike finally arrived to identify Alton’s body. Alton was happy to see him. They hadn’t been extremely close, however, anytime either one was in a jam, they would come to the other’s rescue. That’s what Mike was there to do, he was taking his younger brother home.

“No autopsies, it’s against our religion. “ Mike said in between sobs.

Alton was relieved to hear this. Though secular in his religious practice, the one thing he did not want to happen to him when he died was to have his body cut open as it laid on an autopsy table, being dissected and examined.  He remembered all the horror stories that his grandpa told him as a boy, that performing an autopsy on the body was torture for the soul. It was important to have respect for human remains and not casted around like an animal carcass…

III.

Crime scene images from the variety of TV and films that Deangelo had watched over the years flooded his mind as the police arrived on the scene. It had taken them almost thirty minutes to get to where his car sat on the highway blocking one lane of traffic. Deangelo never thought that he would be part of any spectacle that included the police, yellow crime scene tape, reporters, and onlookers. But then again, he never thought he would die the way he did. Throughout the parade of action, he kept his eyes on his body as he listened to bits and pieces of ongoing conversations from the living. He didn’t appreciate the comments made by some that his death was most likely gang or drug related.

Deangelo watched as the coroners carefully took his body out of the car. He looked at his short masculine build with his luxurious curly hair the color of chestnuts, and his brown skin which was still ruddy despite being lifeless. He didn’t want to believe that he was dead, but he was and he was curious and apprehensive of what the next step would be in the process. He did know one thing: wherever his body went, his soul would follow…

Two days passed and Deangelo’s body lay in the morgue.  He had not left the body’s side and stayed with it from the time the officers arrived on the scene, to the ride in the back of the ambulance, and finally to morgue where it now lay. He could not see it as it was still inside the black body bag.  At this moment, Deangelo was ecstatic that he was dead since he was claustrophobic and the thought of being alive inside of the bag freaked him out immensely. But he would not and could not leave his body it had a hold on him. The fact that it had been laid on a steel autopsy table worried him. Surely his family knew about his untimely demise?

“I’m sure my family’s been notified. They’re just waiting for them to arrive and claim my body.” Deangelo said.  “That’s right. They’re just waiting…”

Pacing back and forth, Deangelo waited for his family to arrive. He knew without a shadow of doubt that an autopsy would not be performed on him. When his father surprisingly passed, Deangelo’s mother after consulting with the rabbi adamantly refused to give permission for one. The practice of autopsy was frowned upon in their religion, it was only allowed in special circumstances-and those were rare.

Ten minutes passed then twenty minutes and Deangelo’s family did not show up.

“Maybe they’re not coming today…They should put my body back in the fridge.”

Deangelo continued to fret as he paced back and forth in front of the table where his body laid. Finally, the hour passed and the medical examiner along with her intern entered the room. Deangelo broke free of his trance and eagerly looked for any sign of his family but none came. Disappointed, he said, “I hope they come tomorrow, at least these two are here to put my body back in the fridge.”The medical examiner and her intern expressed no sign of doing so. Instead to Deangelo’s horror, they brought out scalpels, other medical equipment, and a recorder. “Oh no!” He said clasping both of his cheeks with his hands, Kevin McCallister style. Deangelo’s autopsy was about to begin.

IV.

The horrid affair started with the photographing of Deangelo’s body by the intern as the examiner noted the kind of clothes he wore and their position on the body. Next, evidence was collected from the external surfaces of the body. Gun residue was found on the chest and head while dirt was discovered underneath the fingernails.  The lights were turned off as an ultraviolet light was turned on so the examiner and intern could search the body for any evidence that wasn’t easily visible. Afterwards, samples of Deangelo’s hair and nails were taken and the body was radiographically imaged.

After the external evidence was collected, the body was carefully removed from the bag. The body was undressed and Deangelo’s clothing and belongings were placed into separate bags and marked as evidence. The wounds were examined and then the body was cleaned, and measured and weighed. He watched the two ladies transport his body onto the cart. After the weigh in, the body was transported back to the autopsy room and placed on a table where the examiner recorded the rest of the external examination.

“The body is viewed unclothed.  The body is that of a normally developed, black male appearing the stated age of 25 years with a body length of 71 inches and the weight of a 136 pounds. The body presents a medium build with average nutrition, normal hydration and good preservation. Rigor mortis is complete and lividity is well developed and fixed on the posterior surfaces of the body.”

Deangelo listened carefully as the examiner continued, “The body is cold to touch post refrigeration. Brown curly hair covers the scalp. The face is unremarkable. There is average body hair of adult-male-pattern distribution. The eyes are closed and have clear bulbar and palpebral conjunctivae.” The examiner took a breath as she continued speaking into the recorder, “Evidence of multiple injuries starting with the four bullet holes in the chest and one in the head…” Her voice trailed off into oblivion as Deangelo’s fixation with his body regained its hold. Thirty minutes passed in real time and the examiner finally finished the general description portion of her report. She shut off the recorder. The click of the recorder’s off switch brought Deangelo out of his brooding. He let out a sigh. The autopsy hadn’t been as horrible as he had heard. Relief was returning to his wretched soul until he heard the examiner’s voice. “Let’s take a break before we do the internal examination.” Internal examination? What internal examination?

“Are you sure you want to do that? You might vomit your meal later.” the intern teased as she took off her mask. From what Deangelo could tell, she appeared to be a light-hearted and easy going individual. He couldn’t understand how being around a dead body didn’t seem to faze her at all. Narrowing her eyes, at the intern, the examiner said, “I’ve done this for twenty years and have never thrown up. Let’s go eat lunch then get back to work.”Shrugging, the intern left the room. As she turned off the lights, the examiner looked at Deangelo’s lifeless, cold, naked body and murmured, “I hate the living.” and exited the room.

In the dark, Deangelo paced up and down and the wretchedness returned as a huge anxiety overtook him. “Internal examination, internal examination, internal…what do they mean by that?” Deangelo was a realtor not a scientist, so his knowledge of these things was somewhat limited.  If an external examination was the same as what they did on any of the CSI shows, it didn’t look too bad at all.  None of the bodies looked disfigured perhaps they intended to do the same to him. His family wouldn’t be too upset. Despite this, none of this reasoning reassured Deangelo, and as the hour and a half passed, he found himself fixated again on his body.

He only broke out of it once again when the lights turned back on and the two women entered the room ready to pick up where they left off. As they put on their sterilized gowns, masks, and gloves, Deangelo became panicky. It was hard to focus on what exactly they were doing as his body called to him. But he stayed there hovering steadfastly over it with fascination and apprehension as the intern placed a body block under the back of his body. This caused the arms and neck to fall backward simultaneously as the chest stretched and pushed upward. This movement of his corpse jolted Deangelo.

“This will make it easier to cut open.” The examiner said. The intern nodded and checked to make sure that the rubber block was properly in place.  Perhaps they were doing a biopsy? But Deangelo knew better, and what happened next horrified him. Using her scalpel, the examiner started at the top of each of the shoulders and made large and deep Y-shaped incisions that ran all the way down the front of the chest meeting at the lower point of the sternum.

“NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Deangelo screamed. Not hearing a sound, the examiner handed the scalpel to the intern who continued to extend the cut all the way down to the pubic bone, making a deviation on the left side of Deangelo’s navel. “STOP IT! STOP IT! YOU’RE MUTILATING MY BODY! YOU’RE MUTILATING ME!” His screams continued to fall on deaf ears.

Though he couldn’t bear to see what was being done, his curiosity wanted to know what his tormentors were doing, half covering his eyes and flinching when the intern opened his chest cavity with shears. The examiner then sawed through the ribs on the lateral sides of his chest cavity, allowing the sternum and attached ribs to be lifted as one chest plate. Despite what Deangelo had seen on the big and small screens, there were minimal traces of blood from the cutting.

“I am an animal at a slaughterhouse.” he lamented. “I’ve been killed, my body put out for public display, and now…now they’re going to cut me into pieces to sell to a butcher.” The butchering continued as the intern assisted the examiner in removing the soft tissue which was still attached to the posterior side of the chest plate. Deangelo could see his lungs and heart. Instead of using the recorder, the intern recorded the examiner’s observations concerning the state of the body cavities on a clipboard.

Soon other organs were exposed and removed in a systematic fashion. The examiner removed the organs as one large mass. If Deangelo could vomit he would have. He was in a recurring nightmare that he could not break free of.  The dismemberment of his body deeply troubled him.

The dynamic duo continued to disfigure Deangelo’s body by making a series of cuts along the vertebral column. Once that was done, they detached and pulled out the organs one piece at a time. From the major blood vessels to the stomach, each organ was examined, weighed, and tissue samples in the form of slices were taken. When they gutted the stomach, the snacks, lunch, breakfast, and dinners which had been eaten a day or so before Deangelo’s murder, spewed out. They were also examined and weighed.

Two more hours passed and only the autopsy of the head remained. The intern removed the body block from behind the chest and placed it behind the head. Using the scalpel the examiner made an incision from behind the left ear. From there, the scalpel traveled over the crown of the head, to a point behind the right ear. “When we’re done examining the brain, we can sew this up neatly and it won’t be noticed if his family has an open casket funeral.” The examiner said.  “I’m Frankenstein’s monster.” Deangelo said as the examiner pulled the scalp from his skull.

As it was pulled, the scalp created two flaps.  The front flap fell over the face while the rear flap went over the back of the neck. Using a Stryker saw, the intern cut the skull and created a cap that she then pulled off. This exposed Deangelo’s brain and he could see the hole from the fatal bullet that ran right straight through it. The intern then severed the brain’s connection to the cranial nerves and spinal cord and lifted it out of the skull like an Alien killing a Predator for further examination.  “I’m in a SAW film..dear God, what have they done to me?” Deangelo cried out.

The autopsy was finished.

V.

The preparations were quickly made for Alton’s burial. As he continued to keep an obsessive watch over his corpse, he bore witness to the chevra kadisha arriving and performing the rituals on his body in preparation for burial. He watched as they uncovered his body and began to thoroughly wash it in preparation for ritual purification. They cleaned and removed dirt, body fluids, solids, and anything else that was on his skin.

Alton appreciated the time and care that the group dedicated to him. What he didn’t appreciate was the removal of his personal belongings. After all, they were his and he had spent a lot of money on the rings and the watch-especially the watch. It was one of a kind.

After the cleaning, the group immersed the body in the mikveh to further purify it. They then dried the body and dressed it in traditional burial clothing. A sash was then wrapped around Alton’s body and tied in the form of the Hebrew letter “shin” to represent one of the names of God. It was then wrapped in a sheet, lifted and placed into a casket that had no lining or embellishments. Disappointed Alton said, “Surely I should have a nice casket.”

Mike-who was more religious than Anton-made sure that there wasn’t a tallit wrapped around Anton since he never wore one in life. After the body was placed into the lifeless casket, one of the volunteers closed it, leaving Alton inside the confined space, void of light.

The funeral occurred the next day without any religious practice save Mike reciting a couple of Psalms. Mike, along with Alton’s parents, family, and friends, said their goodbyes as Anton looked at his casket, even more fixated on the body inside. He listened half-heartedly as each person spoke and gave compliments about him.  After the service and burial, Alton remained behind at his grave agonizing over his deceased body.

As the days went by, Alton spent much of his time learning how to focus. He could see without his physical eyes using a mysterious process that he didn’t have the vocabulary to even describe. It was a frightening thing for Alton to behold as he perceived things flashing into focus from everywhere all at once. He was in a state of total confusion and disorientation.  One thing that he did not have difficulty focusing on was his body since it was a familiar pattern with a deep tie that remained. Alton focused on it regularly as a refuge from the disorientation that he dealt with. It was a genuine comfort to him and he did not want to let that go…

After the horrid experience of the autopsy, Deangelo watched the examiner and the intern stitch his body back together. When they finished, the body had the appearance of the twenty-first century version of Mary Shelley’s monster. He was their own whacked version of Humpty Dumpty and it sickened him. When they were finished putting him back together again, he had given up all hope of his family recognizing him.

A day later, the mortician arrived and whisked Deangelo’s body away to the funeral home where it was prepared for burial by the chevra kadisha. After the purification, his body was dressed in a black tuxedo. The viewable areas of his body were cosmetized, virtually hiding any signs of the torture that his body had went through only days before. It was then placed in a black oak casket. Relieved, Deangelo smiled as he looked down at his body. It was recognizable and looked good…for a dead man.

Two days later, the funeral took place. Deangelo was not as focused on his body as he was on the many whispers and discussions that occurred between his family and friends. Listening carefully, he learned that the shooter had been caught and was awaiting trial. During the service, the rabbi delivered a wonderful sermon while other speakers left a positive impression not only on the attendees but also on Deangelo.

When the service was over and the body laid to rest, Deangelo sat down in front of his grave and pondered a bit on the events which had taken him to his final resting place. He had a hard time focusing as different events flashed quickly before his eyes making him disoriented and confused. Like Alton, he had no problem focusing on his body and that helped to relieve him. However his tie to his body wasn’t as strong.

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Soon after their burial, the bodies continued their decomposition.

For Deangelo, witnessing this was not as bad as watching his autopsy. Granted, it was gross, disgusting, and somewhat painful.  It was hard to watch worms eat through his body. Every time a worm chewed on his lifeless flesh, he could feel each and every bite. It was felt as if a hundred or more needles were sticking him at once.

At this point, he wasn’t too attached to his body at all. His family visited his grave often and spoke to him. He wished that they could hear him when he spoke back, yet he found comfort through their facial expressions, as it assured him that they understood.  Six months after his death, his family returned to his grave and told him that his killer had been found guilty and sentenced to prison for twenty years. Upon hearing this news, Deangelo said his goodbyes to his loved ones and ascended to the spirit realm a free spirit…

Alton didn’t take to his body’s decomposition at all. It was extremely painful for him since his fixation to his body was strong. Watching the worms slowly devour the body brought him great anguish and psychological torment. It frightened him as he could hear the loud munching the worms made as they lunched on his flesh twenty-four hours a day.  A week after his death, his skin had blistered so much that the slightest touch would cause it to fall off and it did as the worms continued their meal.  A month later, the hair, nails, and teeth fell out. He watched as the bacteria and enzymes continued to break down his body, as they worked their way to his other organs. His body became discolored first turning green, then purple, and finally black. Alton could smell the awful stench from the gas that the bacteria created as his body bloated. This caused the eyes to bulge out their sockets and the tongue swell and protrude out of the mouth.

Through all of this Alton would not leave his body. The force was strong and bonded his spirit to his corpse.  It was an enduring torture for Alton and it didn’t stop until twelve years later, when his body’s internal organs and tissues finally liquefied causing his body to swell until it finally burst open leaving only a skeleton behind.

With no body to obsess over, Alton’s obsession turned to the material possessions that he had had in life which resulted in him developing an unquenchable hunger. It affected his spiritual appearance as he underwent a transformation into an evil spirit. His spiritual body became bloated and his mouth disappeared. He began to wander throughout the living world to fulfill his endless yearning for the food, drink and pleasure which he had enjoyed in life. As he traveled, he sought out weak-willed people and dispossessed their spirits, taking over their bodies in order to subdue his hunger and thirst. But it was never enough.

“I’ve must have more…MORE!” He belched out after having his fill, like the golem tightly holding his precious.

Thus his accursed obsession resulted in him endlessly searching to no end. He roamed the earth forevermore as a Hungry Ghost…

For Your Horror Reading Pleasure: In the Room Where You Sleep

Published October 17, 2014 by Tali Adina

Happy Friday everyone! Today I’ve got two stories for you. First up is a flash fiction piece titled  In the Room Where You Sleep. It’s inspired by Ryan Gosling’s band Dead Man’s Bones’ song “In the Room Where You Sleep”. Enjoy!

 

In the Room Where You Sleep

Written by Talisha Harrison

Copyright 2014

Inspired by Dead Man’s Bones’ song “In the Room Where You Sleep”

She saw something sitting on your bed. She saw something touching your head. In the room where you sleep. Guess what? It was me. You better run. You better hide!

I’m lurking in the shadows in the corner of your room. There my dark heart is beating and waiting to capture yours.  You think your mind is playing tricks on you but the floors still creep. There is no open window, so you can’t escape.

Why don’t you give up and give in? I know you better than you think. We have so much in common, oh the things we could do for each other! The possibilities are endless!

No? You don’t want to be with me embracing the darkness which lies in your soul? Fine! Remain where you are but remember, the next time she sees something sitting on your bed and touching your head…You better run! You better hide!

Regardless it won’t do you any good, because I’m in the room where you sleep. I’ll always be there waiting for you. In the room where you sleep…

For Your Horror Reading Pleasure: Severance

Published October 16, 2014 by Tali Adina

Happy Thorsday! Here’s another horror story for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!

Severance

Written by Talisha Harrison

Copyright 2014

“Why do you do this?”

“Do what?”

“Why do you harm others?”

“Because it’s fun.”

“Killing people is fun? Humph, you used to think playing soccer with your friends was fun.”

“I was a child. I was naive and didn’t know any better. But I learned. I learned my lesson well…”

“You can’t dwell on the bad. There have been good moments as well.”

“Yes. Yes there have been. But they’ve been overshadowed by the bad.”

“That isn’t true.”

“You know damn well it is! I’ve lost so many…Mother, sister, everyone I have ever cared about were lost and scattered to the winds.”

“No, that’s not true. While mother and sister are truly gone, you can cherish them in your heart. It’s vital to hold onto their memories.”

“Haha. Hahahahahaah! Haahahahahah!”

“You mock us.”

“No, you mock us! How can I cherish their memories when they were murdered before my eyes and we were powerless to save them? How can I hold onto them when their killer is still out in the world, breathing and bearing children? I can’t. I won’t!”

“Your desire for revenge is blocking our memories.”

“I won’t rest till their murderer is dead.”

“What about those we care about who still live?”

“What about them?”

“Can you not forgive them?”

“Forgive them? Forgive them? Forgive? Why should I forgive them when they’ve pushed me away? It was them who stopped speaking to me. Giving us some bullshit excuse as to why. It was them who didn’t include me in their friendship activities. Forgive them? Hah. I’ll see them in hell first.”

“Some you have already put there.”

“I regret none of it. They deserved it. I regret nothing, especially the deaths of those who spurned my  love.”

“Sometimes things didn’t work out the way we thought it would or should.”

“Life is a cruel master.”

“You used to be so kind, compassionate, loving and thoughtful.”

“I was weak. I let others walk all over me.”

“Now…now you’re so full of hate. You’re cold.”

“I’m strong. The strong always survive while the weak perish.”

“Do you really believe you’re strong?”

“Do you really believe I’m weak?”

“You must change your ways! This path leads only to destruction.”

“That’s what I want. I want to destroy everything.”

“No! Remember who you were! Go back down the path of light.”
“That path is for the weak.”

“No! It’s-”

“Enough! I’m so tired of you. I’m so tired of your condescending manner. You are what’s holding me back from reaching my full potential! It is you who makes me weak!”

“That’s not true! I know there’s still good in you.”

“Good! Hah! There’s nothing but hate. I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!”

“Please don’t do this!”

“You are weak! You are nothing! You must be destroyed so I can rise!”

“Please stop! You’re hurting me!”

“Stop looking at me! Those eyes! I can’t stand those eyes!”

“Aaah!”

“You will never see this world again!”

“You haven’t won you know…there is still good in you…there is still good. I will stop you.”

“No, you won’t.”

CRASH!

Grabbing one of the slivers of glass, Sora slit her lips. Droplets of blood dripped onto the floor as she grinned. Her former self was no more.

For Your Horror Reading Pleasure: Why Meat Is What’s For Dinner: A Zombie Responds

Published October 15, 2014 by Tali Adina

Happy Wednesday! I’ve got another horror flash fiction piece for you. If you haven’t read my previous entry Air Conditioner & Five Other Horror Flash Fiction Stories, go ahead and click the link to read.  Enjoy!

Why Meat Is What’s For Dinner: A Zombie Responds

Written by: Talisha Harrison

Copyright 2014

Food’s a huge part of my life, everyday it brings me such unspeakable joy. Mealtimes are the best times and not having a savory piece of food in front of my mouth is one of the worst times of the day. Without food, I have no purpose, no reason for living.

I eat nothing but the best kind of food which is meat. Vegetables have nothing on this food group. From the loin to the tongue, from the rump to the ribs, from the organs to the palms, any type of meat tops my list.

As far as cooking goes, there are many ways to prepare it. Roasting and stewing predominate my style with the usually throw in of hot peppers or other seasonings. It’s wonderful to watch the slightly less red, with pale yellow fat, roasting turning the meat grayish. Oftentimes, I’ll skim the fat off the top of the stew for later use as a seasoning or torch fuel.

Another way is to wrap the meat cuts in leaves, cook them in a pit, and serve it with salt and lemon. Sometimes for delicacy purposes, I’ll allow the meat to rot slightly before I eat it. That might sound disgusting, but I assure you it’s one of the most wonderful tastes in the world.

Two things I love about eating meat are the taste and feel of it! There are so many extraordinary variations! It can range from being sweet, bitter, tender, tough, and fatty. The taste also depends on how old the meat is. The younger, the more tender, while the older the more tough it becomes. It’s because of the collagen development that advances with age.

It’s such a vital part of my life. It satisfies me on a daily basis, and there’s so much of it! Much of which is readily available for my convenience, I make no effort except to chow down. The majority of my meat supply however, is alive running around in a useless existence, so it’s up to me to hunt and put it out its misery.

And it’s really fun, really fun indeed. I take great pleasure in stalking and catching my prey. Hearing their screams, watching their feeble attempts to put me down with their crappy weapons is hilarious. Once in awhile they’ll get one of my brethren, but no matter how hard they try they can’t stop us now or in the future.

We’re stronger than they are. We’re immune to disease, feelings, and other things which our prey succumb to. What makes them dumber, makes us smarter. They can endure all they want but they’ll never overcome.

Dead or alive, they enter my stomach regardless. It’s all the same to me. My food  brings me great immeasurable happiness week in, week out.  It consumes my soul and gives me power. It’s what keeps me and my family going. It’s our purpose in life, our driven goal.

Aww, Meat.

It’s what’s for dinner, lunch, snacks, and breakfast.

For Your Horror Reading Pleasure: Air Conditioner & Five Other Horror Flash Fiction Stories

Published October 14, 2014 by Tali Adina

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Good morning everybody! Hope everything is going well for you, if not I’ve got some stories to help get you in the Halloween Spirit! I wrote these a few months back for part of my first horror short story and flash fiction collection that I’m still working on. I’ll be posting some of the stories here all the way through Halloween. So here are Air Conditioner and five other horror flash fiction stories for you to enjoy!

All stories written by Talisha Harrison

Copyright 2014

AIR CONDITIONER

It’s 98 degrees outside. She’s sitting at the bus stop. Purple fingernails, goosebumps, her skin is cold. Like ice. There’s no pulse.

M.U.T.O

Nuclear blast. Fallout. Then they emerged.

PATIENT ZERO

Got sick.  World went to shit.

GHOSTLY REVENGE

Murdered and buried. Now haunting killer.

MIMICS

Knocking. That’s all I hear. They’re always trying to get inside. I make sure I keep the door bolted, never wanting  them to come in. If they entered, my mind wouldn’t be the same…

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Created by your imagination.

Starring: Freddy, Jason, Michael, The Fly, Gremlins, Jaws, Aliens, Predator, Jigsaw, the Joker, the Candyman, Velociraptors, Anacondas, Snakes on a Plane, Dracula, The Walking Dead, Frankenstein, The Mummy, the Creature From the Black Lagoon, An American Werewolf in Paris and in London, Species, Tremors, Tales From the Crypt, Elvira, The Addams Family, The Munsters, Scooby Doo, Sabertooth, Mr. Sinister, Apocalypse, Darkside, Cheetah, the Wicked Witch of the West, Mumm-Ra, Him, Ghostface, Carrie, I Am Legend, and more.

Gaze upon the everlasting darkness, be in awe of the multitudes of undead who chase the living on an awkward footing. Be invested in that specific character only to watch them die a horrible death.  Cringe at the sounds of stabs, hacking, slashing, witches laughing, zombies moaning, and people screaming, asking for help and calling on God to no avail. Ask the question “Why does the black person always get killed off?” (thankfully that’s changing), Yell passionately at the cast for their stupid, moronic actions. Get angry when that stupid character survives while the smart one does not. Cheer as the remaining few defeat the monster, villain, murderer, or demon, or boo.

It all can be yours for only a big bucket of buttery popcorn, a large drink, and a box of Mike n Ikes or different candy of your choice. To begin, you must locate a TV, laptop, or portable device of your choice and a chair, floor, or other comfortable place to sit or lie down upon. You can participate in this activity alone or with a person or two or more (*HINT*A person or two or more is highly recommended).

The Horror Pack is rated R for reveling in terror, B for bathing in anticipation (and blood), H for high pitched screams, L for lots of laughter, and F for fantastic fun. Recommended viewing times are during the late evening hours when the sun is never visible, the full moon is in full gleam, and where nightmares and unpleasant dreams are waiting to take hold.

HBO to Stream Foo Fighters Concert Free on Facebook

Published October 14, 2014 by Tali Adina

Tali Adina:

Yassssssssss!

Originally posted on Variety:

HBO has inked a deal with Facebook to stream a live Foo Fighters concert for free on the social-media service on Friday, Oct. 17, as part of the premium cabler’s promo for the docuseries on the band.

The series, “Foo Fighters: Sonic Highways” debuts on Oct. 17 at 11 p.m. Eastern on HBO. Following the premiere, HBO will present “Foo Fighters Sonic Highways: Live from The Cubby Bear,” a live stream of the Foo Fighters premiere party concert from Chicago starting at midnight Eastern.

The stream will be available U.S. users on the HBO’s Facebook page. The band members — Dave Grohl, Taylor Hawkins, Nate Mendel, Chris Shiflett and Pat Smear — will take the stage at Chicago’s The Cubby Bear and will play their first in-concert performance of the new single “Something from Nothing” from the band’s forthcoming album, also titled “Sonic Highways.”

HBO’s eight-part docuseries on the Foo Fighters, directed by Grohl, takes…

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13 Terrorific Cosplay Ideas For Halloween

Published October 11, 2014 by Tali Adina

Halloween will soon be upon us and if you still aren’t sure of what to don as your costume, I have thirteen terrifying ideas that will meet your needs. Behold!

1. Queen Katrina (Vamp)

In this vampire 80’s flick, Grace Jones plays Queen Katrina, leader of a group of vampires of a club in a shady part of town.

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Queen Katrina

2. Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

This costume is simple, sleek, and lovely.

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Indeed!

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She’s making a costume for you!


3. Elvira (Elvira, Mistress of the Dark)

This mistress of the dark is definitely a great costume option. And remember 13 Nights of Elvira will run on Hulu starting October 19th! Hooray for unpleasant dreams!

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4. Witch of the West (The Wizard of Oz, Oz The Great and Powerful)

You won’t melt on halloween while wearing this costume! You can choose between the original or the new version of the outfit to wear.

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5. Hela (Marvel Comics)

The goddess of the dead will definitely appreciate if you cosplay as her on that ghastly evening.

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6. Michonne (The Walking Dead)

Halloween might mark the return of the undead so why not be prepared?

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7. & 8.  Frankenstein’s Monster  (Frankenstein) & Bride of Frankenstein (Bride of Frankenstein)

A classic choice for a horrifying day.

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9. Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland, Batman Franchise)

It’s not my birthday but it may be yours on Halloween so go all out and celebrate with this wonderful insane idea for a costume!

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10. Cheetah (DC Comics)

Do it for the hunt…and because it’s Halloween!

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11. Eric Draven aka The Crow (The Crow)

Because we all need an undead hero on Halloween to stop the bad guys. R.I.P. Brandon Lee.

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12. Nancy, Bonnie, Sarah, and Rochelle (The Craft)

This would be a fun group project and you get to freak people out. Just keep an eye on whoever cosplays as Nancy okay?

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13. Carrie (Carrie)

Fake blood covering your head and dress…need I say more?

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There are so many ideas to choose from and I can’t list them all, but these thirteen should help you get the ball rolling so you can figure out who or what to be. If anyone has more suggestions, go ahead and share in the comments!

Have a wonderful, safe, fun, and terrifying Halloween!

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