Freewill Writers Asylum Challenge – The River’s Edge by Richard Bell

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Friday was the day that the fleet came ashore.
Despair.

The road is rich pickings for backpack meat. The hopeful, the desperate, the tragic and the restless. They’re dead as soon as their butts hit the seat. Poisoned quills pinch the vocal chords and then a choking fit and then paralysis.
Awake, asleep, numb but aware.
No birds sing in the cutting woods. Bloody handprints make a hideous hide across the tree bark.
The Floating Butcher is my media handle. Little rafts with parts of different people pieced into one freak carrying a devil poem in their teeth and a ram’s skull for the figurehead.
‘Hot tar blood in slice scar slit Bad meat drifter’s a dead pieced kit
Wolf jaw goat creep slays the lambs
Kill your beliefs in god made man.’
Their final breath seal’s a note to the last important person in their lives – ‘lost at sea’ and the lyrics to Come Sail Away by Styx.
I sit in my office vehicle, day after day and I hate the world that is not the river. I hate it more than my scars and my shame and the dirty things they did to me on the river bank.
The river was hell for me and it will be hell for them.
My scanner lights up with the furore. The fleet landing up and down the river and the whole force getting the call, scrambling to beat the selfie ghouls and necroweb scavengers.
Meanwhile, in the cutting woods, the bloody print trees has ripe backpack fruit hanging from the branches.
They didn’t need their feet inside my wheels so I packed them neatly in the bags.
When they find this place and the altar and the rafts and the packs and the pieces and the poem and the videos.
And the quiet.
No birds sing in the backpack trees above the red soil and saturated pain. They follow the meat on the rafts on the river.
On the shoreline.

Original written work by Richard Bell aka @rick_nightmare

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Asylum Friday Challenge – Pet Semetary by Richard Bell

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The Challenge  – The title says it all.
Your story or poem or even lyrics, your way using this weeks theme. Pet Sematary

THE BURIAL GROUND by Richard Bell

Strange the misspelled burial ground
A resting place to be shown around
For beloved pets the bad road slays
Beyond the tangle, sour earth waits
Broken skull night visitor
Suicidal housekeeper
Bloody church, beloved cat
Stony soil in a man’s heart
The neighbor shows the secret plot
Returned from death is church, but not
Both estranged from family
Resurrected mystery
Idyllic day for flying kites
Happiness outshone sunlight
Cut short by a tragedy
Beloved son, a soul set free
But grief and loss and violence mixed
Turn a rational mind dead sick
Reburied in the sour earth’s filth
Returned a scarred and evil will
A killer tot plays twisted games
Lure the trusting by their shame
Cuts and kills with feline guide
Terror seeks the things they hide
A shot of poison is death’s release
Beyond the Semetary’s peace
Although each second with our loved ones matter
Sometimes, just sometimes,
Death is better.

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Original written work by Richard Bell aka Rick Nightmare

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Challenge Yourself – 5 Sentence Short by Richard Bell

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That’s the good thing about a razor tongue stud.

You can wait until they’re all asleep and lick their veins open.

You can really taste the metal in sleep murder blood.

Just before the last spasm their eyes open and you can cut out the fright and swallow.

Who needs fangs when you have a tongue blade?

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original written work by Richard Bell aka Rick Nightmare

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Challenge Yourself – 5 Sentence Short by Peter Joyce

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It started as a button that showed I was a boy
At thirteen it is hairy and I use it as a toy

21 now and coming into season
I use it now for a particular reason

30 and I should know better
I do know how to get girls wetter

I’m 50 now and no longer a lout
I get the odd reminder he is about

Idling into 70 now and all I can see is my belly
I don’t care coz I am watching the telly.

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Original written work by Peter Joyce aka @cheshirevenom

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