Lemme tell you something…

Science Fiction

CAT WATCH

catCAT WATCH
Copyright 2016 by E.C. McMullen Jr.

I don’t believe in magic, so what happened to us after the fire I can only chalk up to a reality I’ve never experienced, that can be rationally explained by science beyond my understanding.

The night before the fire our little house was rumbled by thunderstorms – lightening storms to be accurate I guess. It was all more electric than rain. Living in a farm house about 3o miles from our nearest neighbor and around 100 from the nearest town, we thought it was safest to stay indoors and not attempt driving to a safer place.

The next day we awoke to smoke.

Connie bounced off of the bed, her feet already moving, in air, before she touched floor. She ran to the window, throwing the curtains aside.

“Our farm’s on fire!”

Fearing the worst, we got on the roof. Everywhere we looked our fields of sorghum were ablaze. We were surrounded by fire.

Thinking fast I ran to the tractor to hitch the furrow while Connie got to the water pump and brought it to full pressure.

The fire closed the circle around us, but at a safe distance I followed the closing circumference of the ring, digging a shallow trench of dry moat around our house. Connie tossed the water hoses into the ditch. Then, all we could do was wait as the water slowly filled the moat.

Our house was the axis pin of the approaching fire, our livestock were getting fidgety, and I didn’t want them running into the fire to escape. it. Animals make weird choices in a panic so, except for the chickens, we tied all the livestock to the posts closest to the house.

Firebug embers floated overhead.

“We should have watered down the house,” Connie said.
“I know,” I answered. “One thing at a time.”

I ran to the wheelhouse where we kept all of our fire extinguisher canisters. Though a fire this large was unheard of, crop fire isn’t an unknown quantity on the farm.

The heat created a smoke typhoon, choking us, so back to the inside we went. Either the moat was going to work or it wasn’t. Whatever was going to happen now was out of our hands.

We opened our front door and the cat ran out.

I should correct myself.

At that time in our lives, “a” cat ran out, as we didn’t own a cat.

She ran out of our house, tail in the air like a question, and toward the moat and fire. Not knowing what was going on, but instinctive to me as a man born and raised on a farm, I immediately ran after it to bring her back to the relative safety of the house. You gotta save the livestock.

She ran through a still dry part of the moat and right to the fire’s edge. Where she approached – and this is what knocked me for a loop so hard I could only stop dead and stand there, jaw agape – the fire stopped, then retreated.

She slowed to a walk and instead of running toward one part of it, she walked along the edge of the ring. The fire backed away, the circle began widening. She walked the large ring around our house and the fire not only retreated, it shrank. That part makes sense to me. It already consumed the fuel of our fields behind it. It had nowhere else to go.

In an hour the fire was out. In two hours the smoke stopped. In the distance, we could make out the rest of the fireline still burning as it moved in the opposite direction away from us and into adjacent farms. The circle widened as far as the eye could see. We became an oasis.

The cat that had saved us, now our cat, sat on her haunches near one side of the burnt rim. And there she stays to this day.

She never moves away from that rim, even when it rains. And when it does rain, there’s no more lightning.

Year after year our circle grows as the crops on our land extend a little further out into the char, and they grow well. That’s good because, for whatever reason, neither Connie or me can step beyond the circle of plant life and into the burnt area. It’s not like we bump against a wall. More like we try to move into the burnt ash and our bodies just won’t obey.

It’s the same with our livestock. Nothing that can walk or fly moves into the ash. Hopefully in time, the ring of plants will extend enough that the burnt circle isn’t there any more. Connie and I would love to see our friends and family again.

In the meantime, at least we’re alive.

Electricity works, but not the phones, the Internet, no communication at all. I’m glad we have so many books.

Another weird thing is our kitchen. All of our food in the cupboard never runs out. Not the flour, the rice, the coffee, nothing. It’s always full.

As for the cat, she never seems to eat. If I go out to her, she appreciates a kindly pet on the head or scratching her back a bit. She purrs, but remains at her post. She stays there at the edge of the circle, staring at the charred rim as if defying whatever is on the burnt side to confront her.

One more thing I should write down here is, we never named her. To us she’s The Cat. The Cat who came into our lives at just the right moment. Considering the circumstances, we feel we belong to her as much as she belongs to us.

Fact of the matter is, she’s the one who chose to come into our lives and she’ll be the one who chooses when to leave.

END

Story by E.C. McMullen Jr.

Art & Artist: Unknown. If you can prove you are the artist, please contact me and I’ll credit you.


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That’s Vita!

THAT’S VITA!
by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Copyright 2016VirgilFinlay

Vita raised her open hands to her pet bat, Jasper.

On the palm of Vita’s right hand was a magic marker drawing of an insect. Jasper loved eating insects. If he chose that hand, Vita would reward him with all of the delicious insects he could eat in one night.

On the open palm of her left hand was a drawing of a grape. Jasper was not a fruit bat and, even if he was, Vita only grew sour grapes.

All of this was academic, however, because Jasper’s eyesight was quite poor and he relied almost entirely on echolocation and his sense of smell.

Echolocation couldn’t differentiate between the two drawings and his sense of smell only told him that the ink used was alcohol based.

So the odds were 50-50 and Jasper, being a bat, was poor at odds-making. Still, while only able to think with his bat brain, a rudimentary suspicion was dawning on poor Jasper.

‘Vita è una cagna.’

END
Story, THAT’S VITA!, Copyright 2016 by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Inspired by the Artwork of  Virgil Finlay.


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my Rick and Morty meme

There are many Rick and Morty memes, but this one is mine.

Actually, Rick and Morty don’t belong to me and this image may not ever become a meme in the strictest Dawkinian sense of the word.

So just take it for what it is. Use it for whatever bureaucratic waste of life, time, and money applies.

Rick-Morty-BoondoggleAnd yeah, it’s pretty chatty for a meme, but Rick’s a chatty guy.


WHO ARE THEY?

Back in 2012, after decades of searching, I finally found out who They were.

They.

They were so arrogant, so smug in their anonymity, that bypassing their security was a breeze.

They woke to find me standing in the dark at the foot of their beds.

Their brazen over-confidence sold them out and I quickly executed every single one in the house.

They died cowering in screams and tears.

The noise of my unmerciful rampage brought the cops almost immediately, but not quick enough to stop me. I surrendered my weapons without incident and was handcuffed.

The arresting officers took a good long look around at my bloody carnage.

Then one said, “Wait… wait a minute. That’s … this is Them isn’t it?”

I shook my head. “No. This is They.”

“They?” said the other officer. “THE They?”

I nodded. Both officers took a second look.

“It really is…” the first whispered in awe. “Shit. It’s really They.”

A moment passed in silence. I felt the cuffs click off of my wrists.

“Go on…”

“Get out of here.”

I didn’t need to be told again. I got the hell out as fast as I could.

They were finished. All the misery: all the foul, evil things They said and They did was done. They would never control you, me, and the Dostoevskys of the world again.

That was a long time ago, but I’m not through yet.

I’m still looking for Them.

END

(inspired by Alessandra Bava)


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THINGS THE FIRE LEFT US

DragonSkullThe forest fire of the past week flooded to within mere yards of my backyard. I’d used a foot pump to siphon water from my pool and keep the treeline at the edge of my yard wet. It worked.

What most people don’t know about fires is, some plants endure it amazingly well. Many types of pine tree need fire as part of their breeding process.

A few days after the conflagration, I took my new girlfriend, Hope, through the smoky ruins of the forest behind my house.

Everything was damaged to some degree, though I knew by now which plants were killed and which ones would merely heal, adapt, and regrow.

We walked through the smoking, eerie aftermath of Hell.

“My God!” Hope suddenly exclaimed, and I looked to where her fear sharpened eyes were staring.

To her it must have looked like the burnt, thorny stalks of a rose bush. Except where the rose bud would be, there was miniature human skull, it’s delicate fleshy covering now burned away to bone.

Terror galloped through her voice, pulling a hayride of Horror behind it. “WHAT kind of a plant is THAT? Hope gasped.

I shrugged, “A face plant.”

RimShot

END

Photograph – I searched extensively around the Internet, but though I found many websites with this photo (Bored Panda, Pulptastic), none had – or knew – the proper credit. If you are the photographer and can prove it, I’ll link your name here.


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FIRST MONSTER

NosferatuXXXFIRST MONSTER
by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Copyright 2013

Deep into the night while everyone slept, five year old Ankar sat on the foot of his bed.

His feet dangled over the floor as his hands firmly gripped the edge, ready to launch himself off … if need be.

Meanwhile, with his head tilted slightly to the left, so his ear was pointed to the source, Ankar gave his closet door a wary look.

Something moved in there, the soft noise woke him up. Now there was silence but Ankar was certain that, whatever it was, was biding its time.

It waited for Ankar to let down his guard.

Ankar was pretty sure he knew what was in his closet. The same thing he saw with his Uncle Terry that night his parents were out on a date. Over fresh hot popcorn and cool lemonade, they watched an old movie with music and nothing else. No color, no talking, no noises, just the music and moving pictures. His Uncle Terry insisted Ankar read the title cards out loud as they came up.

“Why can’t we hear them when they talk?”

“That’s how people talked to each other back then before sound,” his Uncle Terry said.

“But they have sound. Music is sound.”

“Just watch,” Uncle Terry said. “History is important.”

Ankar was certain the monster in the movie was the monster in his closet.

A noise!

Ankar leaned closer, his ear turned and tuned ever more toward the closet, but not so turned that he couldn’t see it from the corner of his eyes.

A rustling sound.

A monster was in there.

No, THE monster was in there.

All the other times, when Ankar ran to his parent’s bedroom, pleading, pulling on his father to catch the monster, the creature escaped before they returned, making Ankar look dumb.

Ankar wouldn’t let the monster get away this time.

There it was again!

Within the closet, the hangars clattered against each other. Ankar was sure of it: something rustled amongst his clothes.

He launched himself off his bed.

He walked toward his door.

Ankar was brave. Ankar was scared. He was ready to run should that closet door open without him.

Having crossed the floor, Ankar stood before his closet door.

His bedroom door was open and he stood in the dim rectangle of light from the hall. It gave him courage. He wasn’t entirely in the dark. Not like he was on his bed.

As quietly as he could, Ankar gripped the closet door handle and slowly, as noiselessly as possible, he turned it.

The door came forward from its frame a bit.

It was now or never.

Ankar opened his closet door wide.

Blackness, nothing but dark in his closet.

So dark he couldn’t even see his clothes. Ankar nearly sighed in frustration. Fooled again.

Yet … the light through his bedroom door, from the hall …

Ankar thought, ‘Wait. There is enough light here. Why can’t I see my clothes?’

His small body trembled at the thought. Apprehensively, he slowly raised his face to look up at the towering darkness …

Where a hideous white face at the top, nearly glowing, smiled down at him.

This face smiled without a trace of kindess: Malevolent not Benevolent.

It was the creature from the movie. His monster: Nosferatu.

Ankar wanted to run, but feared he’d be easily caught and, whatever the monster had in mind, it would be so much worse if he ran.

But he had to do something!

“My Pop says you’re not real.”

For but a finger flick moment, the creature’s consummately confident, predatory smile froze then faltered. Its enormously wild hairy eyebrows subtly drew in with concern. Then it regained its composure.

“But,”  it grinned. “What does your Mother say?”

“She told me to ask my Pop.”

Ever. So. Slightly, the Nosferatu’s features crumbled again. This was apparently not good news. Once again the creature thought a happy thought – a private thought that was happy for it – and its evil smile returned.

“Yet here we are,”  the thing grinned so wide that its sharply prominent, ratty teeth, displayed. “So all that really matters is, what do you think?”

The question chilled Ankar into shivering. The creature’s two front teeth were long and sharp as nails. Neither his Mom or Pop were here to protect him from something that wasn’t real, and here was something that looked very real!

“I think-“

“Yesss?”  The creature interrupted him, dragging out the word, the smile stretching.

Doubtfully Ankar continued, “- under the circumstances -“

“Ye-ess?” the creature cut off Ankar again, drawing its white, hideously clawed hands from where it had hid them in its sleeves. It spread its spindly fingers out, the long razor claws slicing the air into whispers. Each claw pointed toward Ankar’s face. The Nosferatu wanted to terrify the child into paralyzed fear.

“I think I should do what my Pop says.”  Ankar finished.

“Ah shi-!”  The creature  *popped*  out of existence.

Surprised that it worked, Ankar stared dumbfounded at the clothes in his closet.

A shadow fell across him!

Ankar looked toward his open bedroom door!

His Pop, half asleep and holding a glass of water, stopped in front of his son’s open door. Pop’s hair was pillow pulled into an unruly wave of bed head. A bristle of beard growth dirtied his face, and his eyes blinked and squinted at Ankar. His child, standing wide-awake in the middle of the night in front of his open closet. Pop sussed the situation.

“Monster again?”

“Yeah sir.”

“Did you do what I told you?”

“Yeah sir.”

“Did it work?”

With awed wonder, for Ankar was effectively surprised that it did, he said, “Yeah…!”

Ankar’s Pop made a Click-Click sound in his mouth, pointed his index finger at Ankar with a thumb’s up, and said.

“Told ya.”

Ankar turned to stare at his amazing, pudgy hero, while Pop closed the door against the hall light. As the rectangle light squeezed thin across Ankar’s amazed face, he heard his hero say,

“Now go to bed.”

END

FIRST MONSTER, copyright 2013, E.C. McMullen Jr.
Artwork: FIRST MONSTER. Artist, Feo Amante.
Music while writing,
Edvard Grieg – In The Hall Of Mountain King
http://youtu.be/hDi8Smb4KeI

If you enjoyed this short story, watch the further adventures of Ankar in the online short film, THE NIGHT MY MONSTER DIED.

Then read more about Ankar in, CEDO LOOKED LIKE PEOPLE, in the anthology Fear The Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available in Print and eBook at Amazon and Barnes & Noble!

“Cedo Looked Like People” – E.C. McMullen Jr.: A boy’s strange next door night- and day-divided neighbors make for equally strange – and later disturbing – friendships. This Ray Bradbury-esque is one of the most memorable and one of the more original stories I’ve read in a long time.”
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Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.


WRETCHED REBIRTH

WRETCHED REBIRTH
by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Copyright 2014

Room7 by MyNameIsSwann

Consciousness came abruptly for Alph but self-awareness took time.

Between the two was survival instinct. Alph had no idea where he was, who he was (besides his name), or any concept of past except for the rapidly ticking seconds becoming memory. All he knew at the conscious moment of life, was that he was quickly experiencing death.

He “woke up” laying half submerged in a pool of wet something he couldn’t describe.

His stomach was gripping itself in knots and he didn’t know if it was due to birth or death, but he didn’t like it. He formed, he was born, but something went – was going – all wrong.

Obeying the physical impetus to do so, he vomited violently.

His vomit swirled in the pool and the swirls formed almost immediately upon leaving his mouth.

The heavier vomit strung out into the liquid and coalesced into limbs and a second head. He was puking a second body into his first and the two were forming simultaneously.

Alph’s two heads looked at each other and it wasn’t good news. The presence of the pool somehow stuck them to each other and the wall of the dark room they found themselves in.

What little the Siamese Alphs knew, was that they had to escape this prison, and they couldn’t do that in their current form. Vomiting produced themselves, so they had to repurpose what they already were into a third, independent member.

They had to make sure they didn’t botch it and create a conjoined triplet.

Alphs would need to be smart about this.

They raised themselves as high as they could stand from the pool and floor. Together they began projectile vomiting a third Alph. One that could grow without attaching itself to them.

It wasn’t easy. As the third Alph formed the two Alphs kept raising themselves higher and higher, practically crawling up the wall they were anchored to, to avoid contact.

Vomiting cannibalized their bodies. They were eating themselves from the inside out. This was exhausting torment but it would be all right in the end. Something told the two Alphs that their current incarnation was a mistake. Once they were a single Alph, they would be in a better position to …

Their brains were going, turning into dregs of spittle drooling from mindless mouths, all into a new Alph already gaining consciousness.

The new, third Alph looked upon his dripping skeletal remains. He didn’t know why he originally thought this was the method of his creation. He only did and, with that belief, he knew what he had to do before his dead old remains spoiled.

Alph rapidly devoured his emptied twin corpse until there was nothing left.

At last he was whole: whole and still hungry.

Blinking in the dark, he spied a light at the far end of the tunnel. There was no way to go but forward, as staying in the stench of his own birth didn’t seem an option.

Bent over on all fours, for there was no room to stand erect, Alph’s long limbs pulled the distance toward and behind him.

‘Forward. I’m propelling me forward,’ he thought.

Thoughts kept entering his mind without the structure of memory to support them.

‘I was made somehow.’

‘I was living … thing… once, no, man… once. I died, maybe?’

No likely; no definitely, I was killed.’

He wasn’t too clear on exactly how he was wronged, but something told him that his new birth was actually a rebirth.

‘Something or someone killed me. Something or someone brought me back.’

Self-Awareness came and with it, a primitive strategy. Alph wanted justice for what he had just experienced.

I don’t know if  by random Something or intentional Someone, but…’

His neurons were quickly growing and connecting. Ganglia rapidly assembling a scaffold of memory in his still forming brain.

‘… but if Some One put me through all this disgusting birth agony,’

The mental scaffold grew in complexity.

‘…they better have good reason.’

The ganglia built upon the scaffolding, creating cross-support structure, and thinking became reasoning.

‘Yes, that someone may have *own* … their own…’

Thinking was as exhausting as moving but Alph felt certain that he had to push his mind every bit as much as his body. Some unspoken inner sense demanded – more – warned Alph, that survival depended on it.

‘… their own reasons, but… but they damn well better appeal to … to… MY sense of reason.’

The imprint on every fought for thought, however, was equity. A wrong needed righting.

‘I am the… no. I am… Alph. Alph…ah?’

It wasn’t clear on why it wanted revenge or who had vengeance coming to them, but it was already thinking of how it would be meted out.

Alphonse moved down the tunnel, toward the light. A newborn with a thirst for justice and murder on its mind.

END

Wretched Rebirth, copyright 2014, E.C. McMullen Jr.
Artwork: Room 7. Artist, Asya Yordanova, MyNameIsSwann.DaPortfolio, MyNameIsSwann.DeviantArt.


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Want more? Buy WILLOW BLUE. It’s my second collection of critically acclaimed Supernatural and Drama Thriller short stories with all of the Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem, you’ve come to expect (or should by now). Available in paperback for $8.00 or in Kindle for only $1.99. Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free! The tales will last you longer than latte!

Crave even more?

Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.