NOES: Innocent Demon VII
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMONChapter VII: "Madonna and Child" REVISED EDITION
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Refreshed and, above all, satisfied, the gardener relaxed back on the inclined mattress of his hospital bed, his eyes half-lidded, his breathing leisurely and content, and allowed his body to surrender to the gratification, albeit self-gratification, that washed over him. It had been a long, long while. But his peace did not last long, as he jerked awake at the sound of a knock at the door. Quickly tossing two balled up tissues into the wastebasket beside his bed, he covered up with the blankets.
See no evil, NOES: Innocent Demon VIIin A Nightmare on Elm Street, Horror, Literature, Pastiches
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Review: Rebel Without a Cause (1955)
REVIEW: "REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE" (1955)Written by Diane N. Tran
For those whom never seen REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE (1955), starring James Dean and Natalie Wood, I highly recommend it to everyone and anyone, because everyone and anyone has been through exactly this, or will go through exactly this: Essentially, on the surface, it is the story of a rebellious teenager who arrives at a new high school, meets a girl, disobeys his parents, defies the local school bullies, and is, all the while, trying to figure out his way on how to be an adult. This may seem "quaint" today, but understand this was the first film of its kind. This was a groundbrea Review: Rebel Without a Cause (1955)in Literature, Reviews and Essays
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MM: Milton Mamet, Agent of SHIELD
MADCAP MUSINGS: "MILTON MAMET, AGENT OF SHIELD"Written by Diane N. Tran
Life seems to be made of awkward moments and awkward moments seem to define my life (and to follow them, please note the images above): There's that awkward, if amusing, moment when you're searching for images of Dallas Roberts (Milton from Walking Dead) and you stumble upon him resembling a SHIELD agent, dressed in a dashing business suit and a bluetooth. Being the longtime comic book reader and 1960s spy-fi TV junkie that you are, your brain, the crazy and imaginative thing that it is, is suddenly bombarded with a montage of the spy-fi adventures of MILTON MAMET, AGE MM: Milton Mamet, Agent of SHIELDin Comics, Horror, Literature, Marvel Comics
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REPO: Et In Arcaerdia Ego, Chapter II
REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA: ET IN ARCÆDIA EGOChapter II: "Ecce Arcædia" Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Necropolis.
City of the Dead.
Never has there been a place so aptly named.
There was an idea of the City once — a glittering, beautiful, shining thing with hopes and dreams — but it was not meant to be. The Wars had changed that and left its imprint everywhere: The Plague devoured half the population. The oceans rose and swallowed much of the world. Land became a precious commodity. It was a City of Nightmares, of glass and steel that blossomed towards the perpetual darkness aloft and the noxious pollution abound REPO: Et In Arcaerdia Ego, Chapter IIin Comics, DC Comics, Horror, Human Target, Literature, Pastiches, Repo: the Genetic Opera
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Walking Dead: Where I Belong
THE WALKING DEAD: WHERE I BELONGWritten by Diane N. Tran
To my friend and fellow Mildrea shippers, for we are few but proud.
I stayed because of Woodbury. I stayed because I belong here. I stayed to survive, because I know I would die out there: But, now, she is out there, because out there, with them, is where she belongs. I know she is capable. I know she is brave. I know she will survive. But I know, just know, he'll go after her and he'll be out there, too. I hope I can convince him otherwise. I hope, beyond hope, I can convince him to let her go, just as I let her go. And yet what would be considered nothing more than the swee Walking Dead: Where I Belongin Horror, Literature, Pastiches
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The Case of the Outwitted Detective, Chapter I
THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE: THE CASE OF THE OUTWITTED DETECTIVEChapter I: "The Call"SPECIAL COLLECTOR'S EDITION
Dramatised by Diane N. Tran
To the "old" Basilian crowd, you know who you are, I remember you still and think of you still and love you all the more that you still remember me, too.
To Sherringford Basil, she was always the Woman. Before then, her public entitlements were many and varied — the Primadonna Teatru Wielki, la Seconda Donna della Scala, la Reine du Palais Garnier, la Princess of the Renaissance, the Actress, the Adventuress, the Professional Beauty, the Woman in the Little Black Dress, the Jersey Lily, the New He The Case of the Outwitted Detective, Chapter Iin Literature, Pastiches, The Life and Times of Sherringford Basil, The New Adventures of the Great Mouse Detective
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Poem: Corvus CoraxCORVUS CORAXWritten by Diane N. Tran
I, Corvus Corax, am a separate soul,
For my calami and plume, an eerie coal.
Satin and sleek they are, in a large, tight fit,
From a perch, I gaze at your white wax candle, newly lit.
More inventive than any wide-eyed strigiform,
Secretive and bewitching; my feathered touch, warm.
My purple heart pumps in your rhythmic fashion,
Yet from what reason do you suggest that it beats no passion?
Why do you misjudge my inky guise,
As if I was some demon or devil at Hell's arise?
By clock's long arm, I be worshipped, as I a royal sire:
By clock's short arm, I be banished to cinder in the hellpyre:
How unjust you a Poem: Corvus Coraxin Horror, Literature, Poetry
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Poem: ConfrontationCONFRONTATIONWritten by Diane N. Tran
"'Tis late, Whore: You should've retired at this dismal of night;
Within a few hours, Whore, shall brake the morning light."
"Who? Who hides like a shadow in our distant corner dome?
Who art thou, Nightly Shadow, who'd be there intruding in our home?"
"Frankly, Whore, I invited myself inside to come.
Tell me, Whore, what song did you stately hum?"
"'Sweet Violets,' Shadow, 'tis the name of the verse;
Leave our sight, Shadow, your visit shall be terse."
"Diseased you are, Whore, the poison of intoxication,
And you, Whore, thought you could gain so much with defamation."
"What? 'Tis unclear, Shadow Poem: Confrontationin Horror, Literature, Poetry
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Poem: Sithe SathanasSITHE SATHANASWritten by Diane N. Tran
Nothing left of the whore; nothing, oh!
Pierce her belly, see the crimson flow.
Time at my whim, ticking, ticking;
Digging through her belly, picking, picking:
Yellow, pink, grey, brown, black, red!
My nails, in and out, place them on a spread:
Intestine, uterus, kidney, bowels, liver, spleen!
Wet my nails, ha, 'tis all musingly routine;
Gash her throat; alas, no more breath;
Wet my tongue across, to taste her soul bracing Death—
Happy sneer! Slit her nose, off between the eye;
Peel the face, here the skin stretch where she lie.
Let the hellish colour ooze, like melted butter,
For my next snip be Poem: Sithe Sathanasin Horror, Literature, Poetry
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Poem: Ode to the DaneODE TO THE DANEWritten by Diane N. Tran
Alas, the noble Dane,
I knew thee once ago; now, no more.
Honourable gent of divine parentage
Of wit, character, compassion, and grace.
I loved thee once, kin of mine.
Alas, the lamenting Dane,
What of your parentage, now?
Pair departed, I see; hence thy father, no more:
But thy mother, no; thine uncle, now-father;
Thy inky cloak hides no joy, kin of mine.
Alas, the haunted Dane,
What do we see here? Thy father,
Ghostly spectre of an anger'd soul returneth.
He crieth, "Murder! Oh, brotherly murder!"
Are our eyes witched? Do we see true, kin of mine?
Alas, the spiteful Dane,
Hate swel Poem: Ode to the Danein Literature, Poetry
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Poem: Mourning DoveMOURNING DOVEWritten by Diane N. Tran
I saw the mourning dove fly:
Weary, she did perch with tears in her eyes.
I stepped up slowly and asked, "Why?
Tell me, dear dove, why do you cry?
Please, dear love, tell. Don't be shy."
"To my master, I said goodbye.
Her lover, raged, punished her, arms in a tie.
He screamed, 'Wretch! whore! fie, fie!
With another did you lie!'
Denying pleas to he, did she reply:
Oh, what a struggle did she try!
'Release me!' she begged. 'Release me, my I—I—!'
By his wrath, by her throat, did she die:
That is why, sir, I wet my eye.
That is why, sir, I cry.
That is why, sir, I must fly." Poem: Mourning Dovein Horror, Literature, Poetry
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Poem: AloneALONEWritten by Diane N. Tran
Skin, pale and flawless; hair, thick and cleanly ungroomed;
Lips, full and softly tender; and kisses just as sweet;
Eyes, so innocent and blue, of treasured sapphires;
Face, mature and perfectly handsome, pristine and angelic.
But nothing of the truth spoke from the beauty external:
Broken and alone, your heart was silent; your spirit, shattered.
A tear, saturated and grievous, caressed your features,
For she had disappeared, leaving with no farewells,
And, in your joyless sorrow, destroyed the beauty internal. Poem: Alonein Literature, Poetry
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Poem: RunawayRUNAWAYWritten by Diane N. Tran
Sadden eyes, fearfully glaring in the gloom of night:
Once so bright, so cheery and so lively; rags, tattered and hung;
Skin, dark against darkness, tight and bony;
Crookedly broken nose, heavily running and dry.
Black, course hair, muddy and long, flying frantic;
Forehead, sweating; lips, bruised and bleeding; mouth, austere;
Shoulders, sagging; back, scarred, beaten, slashed, cracked, and red
From leather whips, stony fists, and rusted chains.
He paused, stiffly poised, smiling benevolently at God;
His ears harked a bleary bloodhound chorus;
Up on his bare feet, viewing at the waving hills,
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NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VI
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMONChapter VI: "Dirty Little Secret" REVISED EDITION
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
He had awakened from a restless sleep at the cool, gentle touch of a hand, not his own, caressing his fevered brow. He could hear the steady beeps of the medical equipment around him and feel the slow drips of the IV tubing underneath his skin. Filling his lungs with air with a heavy amount of effort, the gardener shifted uneasily against the pillow and swallowed thickly a cough. His mouth was parched. His flesh felt hot and clammy. His entire body felt heavy, as if weighed down by boulders. Everything felt NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VIin A Nightmare on Elm Street, Horror, Literature, Pastiches
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MLP: Eyes and Hourglasses, Chapter III
MY LITTLE PONY: EYES AND HOURGLASSESChapter III: "Making Friends" Written by Diane N. Tran, with original song by Rachel Rambach
As the festivities continued uninterrupted below, the winged pony ascended the stairwell and went through each room of the building, floor by floor — kitchen, bedroom, library, stockroom, and whooooaaaaaa! She reached the top floor and her wall-eyes gazed around the sight of massive room that amassed a labyrinthine jungle of the rusted cogs and jagged gears of the Old Clock Tower. The patchwork of holes left in the broken roof allowed glowing beams of sunlight to stream into the room, as a flock of white p MLP: Eyes and Hourglasses, Chapter IIIin Literature, Pastiches
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Human Target: Finding the Perfect Ring
HUMAN TARGET: FINDING THE PERFECT RING Written by Diane N. Tran, with Abri Isgrig
Junior gave a look of utter dismay, as he got off the phone with Old Man to confirm that the target was eliminated, watching his partner-in-crime and sworn brother lift the hand of a female corpse to examine a large ring upon her bloody finger.
"Sweet ice," said Harrison, as he pulled the expensive band off the woman's cold digit, cleaning the blood off with her sleeve, and admired it under the light.
It was an oval-cut sapphire of the deepest blue with fourteen petal-like diamonds surrounding it on a band of white gold. It was a work of art.
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NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter V
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMONChapter V: "Son of a Hundred Maniacs" REVISED EDITION
Written by Diane N. Tran, with Abri Isgrig and Liz Hartley
Thirty-eight years ago.
"Meeowwr?"
Dressed in a tight pair of shabby overalls and striped shirt two sizes too large, his hair unkempt and in desperate need of a cut, a six-year-old boy sat on his knees in the playground sandbox at the Cincinnati Orphanage. His striking blue eyes studied a grey, scruffy-looking tabby cat that tip-toed towards him, as he held out an orange cheese puff to it. With a cautious sniff and a curious swing of its tail, the feline gawked at the boy for a moment wi NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter Vin A Nightmare on Elm Street, Horror, Literature, Pastiches
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31 Days of Horror, Part III
31 DAYS OF HORRORPART IIIREVISED EDITION
Written by Diane N. Tran
This is it! This is the last day! Are you excited? Are you sad? Well, let's recap on our list of 31 Days of Horror so far: We started the silent horrors of the 1920s, the Universal Monsters of the 30s and 40s, the British Invasion of Hammer Horrors of 50s, the gothic horrors of 60s, the exploitation films of 70s, the "slashers" of the 80s, the psychological thrillers of the 90s, and the rise of violence with the "torture porns" by the 2000s, and I'm going to end the list with my one of my favourite horror films in recent years, the defining return to "the classics"! I fe 31 Days of Horror, Part IIIin Horror, Literature, Reviews and Essays
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