Well it would seem that last night was Halloween, and me without a costume... or am I?
Sitting in a haunted hostel, researching the latest anti-ghoul elixir recipes; when out from the shadows did spring seven devilish figures. "J-oo-i-nnnn ussssss K-yyy-lllllle" they did state. "Too soon" I cursed under my breath, as the elixirs were not quite completed. The situation was dire, but I wasn't prepared to grant them access to my mind; not without a fight. The demons did not have any knowledge, or at least I hoped, that my legs had been terribly injured from a mountainous excursion into the countryside of Raelstride. Without releasing too much valuable information for these chalk-faced fiends to exploit, I explained that it would be impossible for my body or soul to travel with them into the darkness, as my kahntukai ornaments were not only absent, but completely beyond the realm of Eropeantia; within the domain of the ethereal northern territories.
While this cover was convincing, the leader of the hell spawns decided that my essence was far too important, and that further action would have to be taken to secure it. She had the body of a banshee slave, and the face of a arachnid queen. The embodiment of pure terror was this horribly malformed creature. The siren song of the Kaylen-ren is not one of a feeble tongue, and with it strength of will unbinds. I tried with all the powers of mind and alchemy to resist this terrible song of persuasion, yet with each passing moment I could feel my resilience fading. I turned to the nearest cauldron, and foresaw my defeat in the final, razor-sharp claws of destiny, and with great reluctance I did give up the rights to my mind.
The now eight damned souls embarked to my estate, where my belongings were defiled and torn asunder. With limited possessions, the ghouls had little to cloak my soulless body from the eyes of those who may judge us. The act of deception however; is an art form which these foolish creatures consider a challenge, worthy of their devotion and reverence to the Jhaankensum. As awkward and unorganized as my companions would seem, their use of demonic swiftness is beyond anything I've ever witnessed. In a matter of moments I was prepared, and with as much of a breath in the stiff cool air, we embarked through the fog, into the far reaching nether.
-Based on a true story-
Kyle- "Muahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa"-ing out.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
8 comments:
If there was a complete book of such writing I would buy it.
Tompo, Garrett, and I were curious if you'd thought about where you were going to spend Rememberance day...considering your present geographical location...
Well I'll be in Berlin until at least the 7th, and then I guess the options are completely open to me. Though if I recall correctly, the Canadian National Vimy Memorial is the largest Canadian memorial in Europe, so chances are that's where I'll be.
just looked it up, and getting there is a serious PITA... hmmmm.
The Vimy Memorial is actually what we had suggested as a possible place to spend Remembrance day, so you weren't too far off. And even if it is a PITA to get to, have you backed down from a challenge yet on your adventure?
Now he has to go
If you think getting to the Vimy memorial is a PITA, imagine what a MAJOR PITA it was for those Canadians who had to get over to Europe to fight in the war. Just saying...
However, I am sure there are many meaningful places you could be on Rememberance Day. People died all over Europe and even the "bad guys" were someones son, uncle, brother etc.
By the way, in the end what kind of goulish creature did you dress as? I could not decipher the script. And as a future tip, if you have a sheet, you have a toga. Just make sure to wear underwear underneath.
Ahem. I'm going to have to wait for the English translation of A Halloween Tale, I guess, or wait for the movie version.
I made it back from my pilgrimage to the Brass Band Mecca of Brandon University. Had a good time renewing old acquaintances - some really old. My band teacher in Grade 11 and 12 (1968 - 70) was Mr. Bill Gordon who had recently arrived from England. When I started at Brandon University in 1970, he started working there as the French Horn prof. After I graduated in 1974, I never returned to my Alma Mater, but Mr. Gordon was there all these years. I had met my trumpet teacher, Mr Ehnes, a couple of years ago when he was here in Saskatoon at a brass workshop, so I was quite excited to walk the campus halls again. Much to my astonishment, Mr Gordon not only remembered me but knew quite a few details of my time in Brandon. He also remembered Omi and Opi and my brother Peter. The festival was also a musical success, so I had a good time.
When I got home, however, I was greeted with the news that Opi had a heart "episode" of some kind. He went to the hospital for tests and observation, but apparently there was no obvious cause and no permanent damage, so that's a relief. While I was talking with Opi, he asked about you and and I mentioned that you were in Prague the last I heard. Turns out he was a prisoner of war in Prague in 1945 as an 18 year old. He worked in the Roto liquor factory before returning to Germany.
As Laurena mentioned, many of "the bad guys" were just regular people following orders, and you are related to some of them. Many of "the bad guys" suffered terrible atrocities at the hands of some of "the good guys" so there is certainly no back or white here or in any war. I will again spend Remembrance Day on the floor at CUC playing with the Brass Band and giving thanks that I have not had to send my sons off to war to be killed or maimed, and that my home has not been blown up, and that I have not had to run with my daughters to escape death or a life of suffering. If you have a chance to get to Vimy, that sounds like a fine plan. Just saying...
Anyway, off to work I go. Coincidentally, I have to shoot a squadron of cadets tonight (Oops. Unfortunate choice of words), so I'd better start packing up my gear
BTW, my cousin Rita that you will be seeing in Ludwigsburg, just announced that she will be coming to Winnipeg to visit Omi and Opi in late January to help celebrate Omi's 80th birthday.
Signing off. Love, Mom
And now for the sports and weather:
Although it is November now our weather is still outstanding. The days are mild and there has been no snow in our neck of the woods at all yet. I noticed in your run through Prague that the leaves were still green so I guess it's quite nice there too.
The Riders ended the season in second place, so they get home field advantage in the first Western playoff game.
Gas in Saskatoon is now at $1.00 9/10 so I expect that to drop to double digits soon. We filled up once on the way to Brandon at ONLY $.99 9/10 so that was a thrill.
Back to you, Kyle....
Post a Comment