Nightmare on Pillsbury Avenue! (A short story.)

It was eerily dark as the misty vale of twilight fell upon the dwelling. A young couple sat alone, the two of them watching television, enjoying their sitcoms and dramas that stream into their dim living room. Suddenly there was a commotion, a clang rang out that broke their glassy stare away from the television. After a prolonged look at the kitchen door from whence the noise had emanated, they started to return gaze back to their entertainment, unsure of what they heard, feeling it was nothing, but just as there heads started pivot, they once again heard a noise. This time it a scurrying, scratching noise along the wall. The couple looked at each other, knowing that this now cannot be ignored, as they owned no pets, and as mentioned, they were alone in this house. The man stood up and turned towards the kitchen.


"Maybe a pot or a glass shifted in the dish rack?" he lied to himself.


"It better not be mice or rats..." the woman half mumbled under her breath as the man crossed the threshold into the kitchen. There was a long pause. The woman broke the silence with annoyance in her voice as she questioned whether the man had discovered the source of the noises. There was was no response, followed by another pause which was finally ended as the man stepped back through the kitchen door. Something was clearly wrong, his face was pale, gaunt, and clammy, his eyes filled with fear, his lower lip trembled. It was as if it was taking all of his will to remain standing.


A hard dryness clasped deep into his throat as he forced the words out with a stutter; "Well... it's not rats, that's not we have problem with, it's... it's a... a d-doughboy." The woman rose up and gasped as her face shifted from annoyance to absolute terror. Panic washed over the both of them like a wave of scolding hot butter. They locked eyes, when the hairs on the back of their necks stood up as they heard it, the unmistakable subtle giggle, a tee-hee of sorts, followed by a unearthly bloodcurdling hiss that no mortal beast could ever dream to produce. The creature scurried across kitchen walls once more which ended with a dull thump that told them that it had landed on the floor. Again, something was knocked over, this time it was a chair. Panic stricken they were locked into place like granite statues, unable to move.


"I don't want to die, but what on earth are we going to do?!" the woman proclaimed with tears welling in her eyes. 


The man, with tears welling in his eyes as well, replied as his voice broke; "Preheat the oven to 450° and pray to God."


No one knows what happened to the couple, especially since they didn't know their names, or where they lived, but some say it was 8 to 12 minutes of unimaginable horrors until a light golden brown hope shined though. Others say the doughboy ate them, but this is widely disregarded by science as the size to wight ratio would make it impossible for the doughboy to eat a fully grown human, let alone two, but he did likely murder them and burred the bodies. This is widely documented in multiple science journals and the magazine Better Homes and Gardens.


(Reposed from G+)

Fall: the dying season...

Yeah yeah, I know, if I don't like it here I should just move. Unfortunately where would like to move I could not afford, so… we're not just going to go there, okay. I'm old enough now that I am granted those complaining rights, shut your face.

Any who, this is the season where everything starts to get colder, and yes those leaves are very pretty, for time, but soon the the color fades, and they die, they fall off. That's why they call it fall, temperatures falling, leaves falling, essentially the sun is falling lower in the sky everyday. The color drains and everything turns into gray's and browns, leading to that atrocious four letter word that covers all the land in frozen whiteness. S-N-O-W.

Snow used to be our friend, when we were children, it was there to get us out of school, making playing outside tons of fun, being able to build forts throw snow balls, being able to dive around the ground and not get hurt thanks to all the fluffy snow, we had so much fun, but alas it was not to last.

Nope, we had to grow up, unfortunately snow did not. Snow used to get us out of school, but now it makes the drive to work a nightmare, breaking our backs trying to shovel the walk, or clear out the driveway. You really need to have two pairs of shoes, work shoes, and then your boots just to get around outside. You have to make sure you stay warm, plenty of layers now,  or you may get cold, & possibly wet, thanks to that snow thing. It's a real pain in the ass.

So basically fall is just a foreshadowing to my most hated season, such a damn downer, but I suppose I should look for the silver lining wherever the hell it might be, however small and minuscule it may be. Let's break it down shall we? What is good about winter? Knee-jerk reaction is: "nothing!", but again I will look for those nuggets. I suppose I do sleep a lot better when it is cold, having to generate my own heat & such, makes me sleep more soundly, that is a good thing I suppose. Less bugs is always a good thing. Some places have a better view without all those leaves obscuring the scenery. Clear, sharper nights due to the cold air, so the stars and moon look pretty cool I suppose.

That's really about it, I seriously can't think of anything else, nothing at all really… yeah, end of line.

I can't help it, I'll always miss summer when it's not around. The sounds; crickets chirping, thunder carried on a warm breeze. The warm temperatures; being able to walk outside without having to put a jacket on, even at night! Being able to have the window in my room/office open, or when driving around!  Summer is just great, I can't help it, I just love it.

I suppose in closing, there is one other thing that is good about winter, at least around here where I live. It's that snow is pretty much the worst thing that happens around here. We're lucky in the sense that we don't have a lot of other natural disasters happen around here, so I suppose that's one less thing worry about.

Bah humbug you som'bitches.

Looking back at...

...some of my favorite shows from a couple of years ago, I'd have to add Fringe, The Walking Dead, & Game of Thrones into the top 10 best. Damn good shows.

I have to think about posting...

So, haven't posted in a while, thinking about trying some new things here, maybe some short stories, or something else, something, indeed...

United Stateizens

You know, this is one of my, "if you think about it" things that only I seem to care about...

This whole continent I am sitting on is America, North to be exact & we are the United States of America. Canada is in America, Mexico is in America, not to mention Central & South America.

Note, we are not the United States of North America. I'm just saying it's not really right to call ourselves Americans when it's the whole damned western hemisphere, but I guess United Stateizens it too weird. So we took the A of USA & called ourselves Americans, well now it's so imbedded so deeply with the entire world it can never be undone.

So all's we came up with was the United States of America? I mean it isn't bad, it does have a certain grandeur to it, but then there's that whole American thingy. I mean, I can't think of anything better that would be in alinement with those days of it's founding.

The United States of Not England, or Unengland... Newland... Scoochoverton... bah...

It's just one of those things I find very weird when you over think.

Again about that thing into 2011 & such...

That week I mapped out was nothing, I think it was the following week, I did solid 5 days in a row at 13.5 hours per day. Now that was a tasty paycheck.

Bring it to 2011 already!

I really neglect this blog, but who's reading it anyway? Onward to the future good citizens!

The good news is I learned I got a promotion at work today, I made it in to a management position! I am now an what's call a "Account Coordinator Assistant", I assist things.

Very proud n' happy & all that jazz, yet also so very tired, been very busy, take a look...

Monday: 11 hour day.
Tuesday: 8 hour split shift.
Wednesday: 13 hour day.
Thursday: Probably a 13 hour day.
Friday: You guessed it, likely another 13 hour day.

The good news is the weekend... so far, will be work free! Nice. Next week, probably busier.

Indeed, I will rise to the challenge, but for now, I pass out.