Working on a religious horror novel, which I'm really excited about. I don't want to give away the entire plot but think: evil, good, demons, ghostly and frightening. Wrote 6 pages yesterday on it, and anxious to work on it some more through the week when I can.
It was a dark and cold drizzly night in Dublin Ireland, I was on my way home from a night at the pub, drinking and brawling...my favorite past time.
The bartender had gotten tired of us busting up the pub and took a shillelagh to the lot of us.
So we spilled out in to the street still brawling, I must say I was giving as good as I was getting, till we all heard the sirens from the local constable, so we scattered.
The walk home was cold I was wet and my woolen sweater was torn soaked from the rain the grog and blood from the fight, when a shadow went buy I couldn’t see any one, I yelled out show your self and a dark ominous figure appeared from the shadows. Having to much grog and not enough fight, I went at him.
He just smiled and showed his fangs, I hit him with all I had, he barely moved, then he picked me up over his head and slammed my 250 plus pound body down on my back and he was on top of me.
I was surprised and could not breathe he ripped my sweater from my neck and had a hand full of hair.
I was still fighting, but he was too strong he plunged his fangs into my neck growling like a wild animal, I felt my self go limp he whispered into my ear I’ve been watching you fight all night I’ll make you invincible, then I was out when I awoke I was hungry and thirsty but not for food or grog but for blood!!
Buried my head in the cemetary and dug up some old bones, splattered some blood. Now I'm ready to off somebody and throw him over the edge. Found some good stuff down here.
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