M.Paul Regret's Stories

Skakespeare's Cursed Grave Challenge: Rattle His Bones

2008-10-01T20:30:57Z

Good friend for Jesus sake forbear
To dig the dust enclosed here!
Blest be the man that spares these stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones

We read the inscription on William Shakespeare’s tomb before we began to dig him up. He died on April 25, 1616 and was buried under the church floor in Holy Trinity Church, Stratford, where he was baptized fifty-two years prior.

We would be the first to look upon the great bards remains since his entombment.

I didn’t believe in the so called curse, I thought it’s just the playwright being dramatic in death as he was in life.

But Carter etal that unearthed King Tut may have had the same feeling in their guts I was currently having.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this,” I said as the floor started to rumble and crack beneath our feet.

His bones were covered in period 1600 clothing. Bones and skull moving toward us. It felt like a nightmare come true. The curse was real. I took my shovel and knocked his skull from his shoulders and ran.

My Life In 6 Words:Smelling Roses

2008-10-01T20:13:20Z

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Taking My Time…. Smelling the Roses

Diabolically Villainous Challenge: Give Me the Night

2008-07-18T18:15:23Z

Meyer rose from his coffin, his fangs retracting. The night was his time to shine. To walk the city streets with the late night party goers.
This night was especially poignant as a film festival was having it’s opening night gala. Meyer of course had his ticket.
He wouldn’t miss this night for all the world.
Meyer was thirsty, the unquenchable kind that would take more than one victim to satisfy him.
Meyer sat in the back row, the better to see whom he wished to dine on this evening.

He spotted them in the front row, a Eurasian guy with glasses, sitting with a younger male wearing a black fedora, like some 1940’s gangster.

When the movie was over Meyer followed the lovers. Of course they attended the festival gala. He planned to make their acquaintance there. He knew his natural charm would be all he needed to seduce this couple into accompanying him home.
Draining them of their lifeblood would be pleasurable as well as a necessity to his remaining youthful and alive.

Strangers in Town

2008-07-14T21:59:00Z

(Merle Fugate) Mark Sterling bellied up to the bar( counter) the barkeep (cook) handed Mark Sterling his usual gin (Jello). Mark downed it in one gulp, wiped his mouth and walked over to two newcomers to town, “What brings you fellows to these parts?”

Between laughter the gunslingers ( teenage skater boys) answered, “we arrived on the noon train, a fixin to take you down sheriff.”
Of course what they really said was, “Hey dorky old dude, what’s with the cowboy getup, it’s not Halloween?.”

“Now now, lets not have any trouble here?”, said the bar keep,(cook), “settle down.”

The three sat and glared at each other.

(Merle Fugate) Mark Sterling was thinking of how he would rid this town of the weasly gunslingers (teenage skaters).

Memories of Grandma

2008-07-14T20:23:01Z

At Grandmas house, the summer of 68, My brother Mark and I were having breakfast, a box of Cheerios or some such round oat cereal. He was on his second bowl when I spoke up, “What’s dees things crawlin around in my cereal?”
Our parents and grandma walked over to inspect.

“Bowl weevils,” my Grandma said, Mark wide eyed, continued to eat ,until our mother took the bowl away.

My brothers, Steve, Mark Michael and I used to run through the cornfields, being city kids, we had never seen corn stalks and enjoyed playing a game of Hide & Seek.

Grandma gave us all a half dollar coin, I still have mine. Mike wanted a plush doll that was on a bed , Grandma gave it to him and he carried it everywhere that week.

When Grandma visited us she stopped in the entry, removed her shoes, saying, “My feet are tared.”

We thought she meant she got tar on her feet from the street, she meant tired. We loved the way she talked, always made us smile. Still does when I think about her.

I Am Challenge: I am Of the World

2008-05-22T18:22:00Z

I am angry.
I am mad.
I think about things too much.
I am sad.
I am annoyed.
I think people are out to get me.
I am not sure of.
I am all the worlds strife.
I am poor
I am hungry.
I am unworthy.
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I help.
I pray.
I try.
I give.
I live.
I strive.
I love.
I feel.
I am.

I Hate.
I steal.
I take.
I grieve.
I die.

By The Full Moon's Light

2008-04-02T21:31:27Z

Waking up in the woods, my clothes tattered and torn.
I knew it had happened again.

I only hope I had not killed, no slaughtered, again.

I write this note to explain why I have done this.

I Am Basil St. Norbert. I was attacked last winter as I walked home form a stroll in the park. I thought by a rabid dog.
It was a wolf, that I beat about the head, I saw it run off by the light of the full moon.

I knew I had been bitten and went to the hospital and was treated with shots and anitibiotics.

A month later when the moon was full, strange sensations all over my body occurred. Hair sprouted everywhere. My head hurt. I remembered nothing the next morning. I awoke in a field, next to me a mutilated sheep, I was covered with blood.

I researched werewolves and knew that I had become one. I thought it was a mythic horror story. But it was all too real

I knew I would kill again and it frightened me.
When I put down the pen and seal the envelope I shall end my nightmare once and for all.