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Submitted by J.D. Newsman – Free Car! (Creepypasta Sorta) – Part I

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An original story I just made up as I sat here in front of the microphone. I was hoping to get some Halloween spooky stuff done (on or by Halloween) but life happened.

This idea had been milling about in my head and it came out ok. I used the name Alan Rickman and then realized it was a real person. O well…it took me half an hour to render and I’m sure Professor Snape won’t mind being fictionalized as an institutionalized salesman.

The music is awesome and free domain as far as I know. If you have similar needs or just want some atmosphere check out this link:

 

 

https://archive.org/details/EerieCreepyAndScaryMusicForYourScoresDvds

Part II coming soon!

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Miles from October (Poem)

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I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

Baking in the southern air

Out here where the summers stare

One by one they are aligned

And their weapons are inclined

In morbid array

Pointing out the end of day

Day eh eh eh away o day

Where the waters no longer run

No prism is painted by the sun

I row – I row

I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

You sow

My sweet fictional tomorrow

You only beg and borrow

Time will show the circles full

As I row past

All Passing

Here there is no guessing

Where

I’m so terribly sober

Bone dry and miles from October

Well

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Winter Drizzle (Poem)

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Drops against my window

On a Wednesday Afternoon

All came in a neat row

Neither slow nor soon

As I lay dreaming

My limbs drank in their soothing sound

Carrying a meaning

Of times and spaces more profound

For all is water

All was always so

Since Eve’s first daughter

Watched its ebb and flow

There is motion

There is meaning

In the ocean

Of my dreaming

As the patter on the window

Does with every moment grow

Like the trees that lined the garden

Long ago

There is only memory and pardon

In the winter drizzle

I now know

Hanging with Cecilia – Moody Piano Impromptu and Poem

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There’s a wee spider beneath my keyboard…

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so I’m…

Hanging With Cecilia…

Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider spun her silken web

Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider controlled the flow and ebb

Of the weird ocean known as time

Even though lady Cecilia Meenor Spider was no greater than a Dime

Running up and down and back and forth

Up to the south

and down to the north

For gravity, she had nothing but derision

For all her, goings were her own decision

Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider

This masterful seamstress

Was a divine glider

Keeping the magic staying distress

Though the fly’s plight might seem tragic

When caught in her net

His permutation for her satiation

Is a communion without regret

Drunk on her poison feeling no pain

The six-legged flyer releases his soul but not in vain

For Cecilia spider has sent him on home

Where he’s a light beneath a magnificent dome

Thus is the keeping of time and its half

So darling don’t fear

For death is a laugh

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No More, No More (Poem)

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How is all of the magic

Of an embrace

Worn away by the Idleness

Of passing from place to place

With the day to day

All we can say

Is come what may

What for

What for

The sound of nails in the coffin

is

What for
What for

Premetaurely entombed

In lily garlands
Of pallid

Acceptance of

This here and
No more

I still recall sweetly
How the light caught the water

And how very neatly
The sun kissed her daughter

In the fading limelight
To mark a brief passing
Amid dreams, time, and our dancing bones
Skeletal frame
Made quick by live dust
Yet we don’t erect stones

We no longer trust

In kisses
Or passion
Such fleeces

Are quiet out of fashion

Ah but why

What for

What for

That’s the mystery most high

What 

What for

The coffin’s not even nigh

No

It is here

We’re in it my dear

Before our time
Because the magic slipped out
We’d found a strong rhythm a stolid old rhyme
We kept to the beat
Cause that’s what strength is about
Yet we no longer greet

The morning with a great expectation
In our rehearsed caress

There is no elation
I no longer see home

When your foot slips from under your dress

What for

What for

I have seen a vast garland
Stretching from aeons
In shadow in light

…gazing upon your delicate hand…
It gave my spirit fight

A sense of place in time’s sand

Yet now all I hear
Is yes, o yes dear

Each repetition is a hammer that cries ‘pon the nail

What for

What for

I’d try to see if there’s more for you or for me
But I’ve got a luncheon with Mr. O’ clock around Four

Will we ever find the door:
…Again…

The door

To no more

No more:

What for

What for…

No more

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