Where one tries to makes sense of the dreams as they are in the mind — it is as the walking riddle. That riddle of the mind where it is there prowling in the dreams and sleep as a raven which watches over the winter sky at night in Norse mythology. The descent of the senses as it comes among the pages during the years when I was dragged to various revivals, where they would claim that if one is sick — it is a possession by demons in their words. As it was in the years when I used to gather in the chapel — that comes in the dreams as they are written and spoken.
Among the gathering of horrors in the mind — while in the dream where I find myself in the place that is smaller than Wheaton, Illinois, west of the Mississippi. That it is in the dreams of the nightmares gathering inside that the inquisition is happening again — the witch hunt had started and been there since the times of the Salem witch trials. In the dream that I saw myself walking among the places where it is similar in combination of the Salem witch trials and the Spanish Inquisition. The words that I cannot begin to find as the description of the thoughts as well as the dreams as they are in the mind. Where they said I needed to seek their saviour — the horrors of the nightmares were being the beginning of it all, where it descends into the depths of the questions of the mind while I become the dog who gets beat.
Where it is in the weary eyes as I see the nature of the nightmares are the revelation of the graphic truth. In the belief in the mind as it stands of the question, “what is real? The question of the sense that freedom of expression is banned in Blue Springs.” Horrors where they are grinding in the mind — crawling in the blacker depths of a human psyche and the shell of the sleeping soul. Shells of the mind and the dream as they haunt as a ghost among the dead being in the state where the fears of a second inquisition are ever present — in the ever present stain of mind as the dreams are there before everything as it plays out in form of the new inquisition on the other side of heaven. I can best describe the thoughts as they are in the dream — where I stand in the eyes of a perverse revival. Revival in their eyes saying that where the healing begins when they start of the burning of books and journals of minds who penned of their darker emotions.
In the mind where I find myself walking around in a place such as Blue Springs, Missouri, as it is being as tormenting as walking through the college campus of Wheaton College. Where it is a sin to have a dark mind — or a sin to be writing of the nightmares as they are in the mind. Where it is written of the nightmares reflecting a new inquisition; as it is waiting in the mind when I draw from the sleep as it haunts and torments. From where the thoughts as they crawl among the horrors of a second inquisition — being in the mind of the dreams as they are there bringing one to the surface of a ominous reality. Among the horror where the witch hunt of the Midwest Salem — where the dreams of the reflections of the past witch trials drawn from the nightmares within the sleep of the one who is writing the narrative.
It crawls within the dreams of the shell being of the shallow mind of the fear as it remains. The crawling emotion where one knows as it is there within the eyes as I walk among the streets of Blue Springs, Missouri, as in the setting of the dream. Where I am dragged to the depths of a tormented revival of their perception of how religion and faith became. Sleep — horror as it waits in the mind when the darkness comes, night as it is written of the senses being when the depths of what comes about the days of Samhain. In the days of Samhain would come further into their darker paranoia as it grows.
While in the dream where it remains — horror among the pages where it stands; the question of the what if. The knowing. It is in the dream as it described among the pages, where one as myself proceeds to fall asleep. Among the dreams as they descend as I begin the loss of mind — where it comes in their uncompromising dogmas of the nightmare being in the word. Revival, in the words as they are in the question of a revival of the thoughts being among their twisted views of faith and devotion. It is the dark notion of the thought being in the haunting dream as it crawls beneath the eyes as one wanders between the questions of reality and dream as it remains. In the horrors of the mind where the strings pull on their body — those strings being the veins pulled from their body since they would not need them because someone else is controlling their thoughts and movements.
Complications within the thoughts as they dwell inside the second guessing — where it stands among the nightmares as the puppets of flesh have their movements and thoughts planned out for them long before death comes to them. In the horror of the mind as the dream knowing as I open the eyes from the sleep — that the horrors of the dream are true . Where it stands in the eyes of their dreams — that in truth that their God had forsaken them for the witch hunt they started in the name of religion. In the thoughts as the dreams become the complications of my nightmares — where it stands all vague but in the mind as it remains in the depths of a surface that remains hidden from sight. Fears as they remain — in the haunted thoughts where in the dream one is walking around in a Bible belt.
Waking up to see what is happening as the nightmare is true — the inquisitional fears as they are written in the mind as described as the book burnings of the modern days. Where congregations take and ignite books which are works of art in the name of God — and where one doesn’t see what is happening but in the dreams one can see the veins being pulled like puppet strings. Where it comes among the pages of the awakened thoughts — horrors leading into the witch hunts resulting from shootings and scapegoats they point the fingers at, the nightmares of fingers pointing in the directions of the free thinking.
Among the pages in the nightmares described being a crime to process a free thought pattern — horrors drawn from the tragedies of crimes and shootings, the blood drawn from the innocence being the birth of the vein puppets. Questions as the nightmares are shared between the fathers and mothers of what becomes in the questions of the inquisitions haunting the minds as they try to forget the past — where it is forgotten, they are damned to repeat it. Where they are driven in the name of God — in the name where they are forcing the free thinking to their revivals of the perverse. Among the thoughts as the dreams are descending from one area to the next — where in the Christian colleges as it is a sin to describe the nightmares in graphic detail.
In the thoughts of the mind within the sleep dwelling in the nightmares where they lurk among the images of a witch hunt. Where the vein puppets walk among the congregations with their thoughts and actions being in control of something that is not of their own. Where they walk without the thoughts that they think of their own and without the dreams that inhabit their emotions. Among the pages while one as myself describes of the dreams as the mirrors of what death will become — as it is written in the horror in the mind, the torment as it remains. Where in the mind that the nightmares within the closed eyes appear unreal. Beneath the sleep, it walks under the eyes beyond the doors of the passing.
In the dream where they invoke the mental witch hunts, where the emotions crawl as cockroaches in the flesh or maggots from a bot fly. The larva of the fly eat away at the flesh for days at a time and the pain will not cease as it eats away at the flesh of the ones without their thoughts and the nightmares as they are raped away in the mind while their veins are being pulled like strings of a puppet. One in the mind when they close their eyes — trying to close out the dream one had seen with horrors as they go without a description one cannot find.
&nsp; The use of religion and faith in the blind being the justified reasons to drag one who suffers from the unseen sickness; the one within the mind — where they drag one to the congregation within the revival. Insanity — it stands in the sense of the questions within the horror of the mind, inquisition; the witch hunt being in the sense that one is without their dogma. Dreams where they wind within the maddening horrors — the descriptions of the puppets of veins. Where the soul is ripped apart from the insides while the witch hunt being in the state of the weathered edges of sanity, where the justification of the perverse revival in Blue Springs, Missouri. Torments haunt in the knowing; among them as the dream winds from one transgression into the next.
Where it stands looking in the depths of the torment — knowing that it is there in the sleep, frightening as it is written and described. Horror as it is written and worded, being what one could not find the words to record the dream as it is written in horrific detail. Among the pages of a dream as it is described while one sees the puppets of veins walking — where they have no thoughts of their own and shunning the ones who have the thoughts of their own, as in their mind it is a sin. It is a sin to be writing of the dreams as they are haunting in the mind.
Where I found myself awakened — don’t recall how long I was asleep but when I pulled out my word processor; in horrors of forever that it stands among them. Waiting for the genesis of the control had gone without the sense of the nightmares as they would not die. Horror. It being in the sense as I write this out in the glowing screen as the tired eyes bring out the details of the darkly malevolent. Where it is had to be recorded upon the pages as I am looking at them.
Absolute horror. Where one can best describe the horror as being within the nature of a dark absolute. The description of the horrors being in the weight of what is now in history — the thought as it is written being among the dreams as they were written from the panorama of the dying. Among the panorama of the towers as they crumbled down — where it is within the Middle American nightmares of the new inquisition lead by puppets of flesh and veins.
This was a very dark, deep stream of consciousness story - it drew me in and was quite mesmerizing. You might want to rethink your grammer, but the creativity of the work is solid. Try reading The Minister's Black Veil by Nathanal Hawthorn; you would love it. Also Poe's The Pit and the Pendulum is mesmerizing horror. All in all, it was chilling! RD
After Satan negotiates a pact with God and unleashes his army of demons, a secret sect battles a diabolical prophecy that threatens humanity.
Release Date: November 21, 2018
WEIRD RHODY is a short story collection featuring five strange tales all set in Rhode Island and written by five Rhode Island authors. The anthology is a tribute to H.P. Lovecraft, the Ocean State's famed author of pulp horror.
