Rapture part 2

Rapture part 2 will follow soon. I can tell you are holding your breath.

Rapture ?

Sunset. Sandhills. Song.

As the sun sets over the sea in all its glory the sound of many voices joining in song harmonizes with the gentle sound of waves breaking upon the shore.

Lines of believers, clad in white robes sing to the sunset. One they believe will be their last.

Slightly to one side of the Faithful, reclining upon appropriated deckchairs , Belphegor and Amaimon had been enjoying a few cold beers and a smoke when the pious procession had passed by heading to the shore.

'Bel baby! I'm fucking baffled. really fucking baffled baby.'

'Baffled? Baffled?' Belphegor coughed and passed the joint to the Demon or whatever the hell it really was. 'What the fuck is baffling you ? For fuck's sake mate, your a bloody Higher Power' , higher being the key word here. Where did you get this? Its fucking lethal.'

'Heh.Fucking Stygian Bel. Squishy marbled with opium Stygian. From the tomb of a Witch Queen.'

'Witch Queen?' Belphegor opened another bottle of beer.

'Yeah! Fuck back in the day, you know before the whole Tomb thing, she was fucking hot! Stygian Snake Priestess.' Amaimons demon eyes glazed over and he began to drool slightly.

'Watch the fucking roach you drooling dick!' Belphegor chided.

'Sorry Bel. But baby, if you would have ever.. I mean ooooh she was naughty...'

'Really naughty?'

Amaimon grinned. 'Beyond naughty .'

'So Mon, you still baffled or are you just gonna drool away about Ms Stygia 20000bc?'

Sunday Morning Rambling

So Sunday Morning is here and your 'umble Narrator finds himself quite chipper and remarkably hangover free. Bible Study topics and events are posted upon Facebook and soon it will be time for bacon and egg sandwiches round at my Auntie Anne's. I'm adventuring a nice cup of real coffee and a roll up of nefarious provenance. The aim of this blog is simply to write,and by the act of writing (hopefully) improve my prose style, of which I lack confidence ,and perhaps excorsice some inner demons via the medium of fiction. So, this is merely the initial post in what I hope to become a kind of exigesis of thoughts and ideas into stories, flights of fantasy and Science Fiction that may raise a smile or raise some thoughts and ideas.


This is to be a weapon in my arsenal in the waging of war upon depression. A tool for sharing thoughts and laughs. Much of it will be fiction. I mean Pattenicus himself, that colossus bestriding the waking world is a fiction , as is the Rev, fictions of me that are sometimes slightly more 'real' than chemical and electrical impulses that form the self aware conglomeration of atoms that type these words. Perhaps they are ideas of 'me' that I like better than the 'me' typing.

So whilst my coffee cools, in a reality next door but one to our own ,battle is joined. Artillery howls tearing up earth ,sky and life. Squatting in trenches more vermin than human soldiers curse, soldiers pray. Checking weapons over and over whilst waiting for their officers to sound their whistles and lead them into 'glory'.

An Angel walks through the killing fields. Impervious to mud and filth. Impervious to petty human concepts of violence it weeps. As light after light of the fragile spider silk of human souls are snuffed out. Vanished now forever. to feed the hungry blind half God that rules this world.  Poets and bastards. Commoners and lords. The good and the evil. All sacrificed to slake an unquenchable thirst for life force.

So. It begins.

So begins my blog of uber natterings. More to follow.