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The Ghostly World Journal

by John Riley

Hello again doesn’t the time fly by really fast. Not that time matters to us here in The Ghostly World but you know when down on the earth plane yes it really does get its skates on.

Got one of those little issues thought I’d throw it out to you lot in case one of you is experiencing the same problem.

Wake up with blood all over the mouth. Aye, a right bleeding mess.

The lips punctured terrible, bit through the buggers, if you’ll pardon the cursing. I’ve got these long canines; don’t know if it’s an age thing, receding gums and all that making the teeth longer. Wondered if any of you have the same problem.

Silas reckons I’m clamping down on the lips when in sleep and the canines are biting through into the lip. I have no idea if that’s the reason but the pillow Valentine embroidered for his friend Maurice Blakewater, something of a parting gift when the moment arrives to pop his clogs. Well, I don’t know how I’m going to get the stains out before handing it back. I was trying it out for him; Valentine said I look to have the same head size. I ended up trying it you see, in my coffin I sleep in, let Valentine know it’ll fit just nicely when they lie Maurice down to sleep.

I’ll tell you something else for nothing; I’ve noticed the flowers in the vase don’t seem to last five minutes at the moment. Just wilt and turn black in the blink of an eye.

I’m wondering if there is such a thing like a mouth guard to sleep in, because at the moment it feels like I’ve got the dog’s teeth in my gob.

Catch up with you later. I’ve a visitor coming around tonight. Nice man makes me all hungry thinking about him and I want to get the place ready, as you do.

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March 15, 2018 Add Comment

The Ghostly World Journal

Here is an audio version read by the author, a ghostly flash fiction and strange piece called 31 33 35

Transcript for the story starts here

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March 12, 2018 Add Comment

The Tale of Obadiah Watts

by John Riley

I got Thomas to read this the other day when he came over to visit and thought we might do a recording of it replacing the test one produced a while ago. Think it’s probably still floating around on YouTube. Feel sure it lends itself ideas and a bit of fun producing.

So here is The Tale of Obadiah Watts by Thomas Flyte

There’s a splintered old door that’s flat to the ground
all covered in moss but still can be found.
It’s in the garden of a house that you should not name
that crackled and spat as it burnt from a flame.

High in the sky tattered crows fly well clear
of the shadows that creep and bring a town fear.
Tall spear railings so sharp and black
poke hidden with the ivy ready for attack.

All the towns children don’t play there at night
’cause they know the devil dances and gives them a fright.
Red blood paint spills across a wooden sign.
Keep Out of this place or you’ll be mine.

Obadiah Watts so big and bold
ignored all the warnings he had been told.
From a town far away greedy for gold
a selfish man that takes what’s sold.

Late at night when the moon was new
and an old eagle owl hooted out a boo.
From deep inside every nook and cranny
are two red eyes that would scare your granny.

Seeking out something down on the ground
he looked and looked until it could be found.
A door that leads to treasures of gold
but guarded by a demon many centuries old.

Obadiah doesn’t care of tales that scare.
Obadiah Watts just doesn’t much care.
Out in the darkness waiting in the night
is a long legged tall man ready for flight.

With a knock and a knock and a tap and a tap
Obadiah Watts finds the door with a rap.
He takes from his coat a golden little key
stolen from a deaf man when he didn’t see.

Eager and greedy of what lay below
forgetting the warning on hearing hello.
Laughing to himself as he unlocks the door
frees it from the moss he can’t wait no more.

Within a glowing light that beats so hot
guiding his steps he knows where not.
Down and down following the light
until he finds a room and what a sight.

A long legged tall man nimble and quick
slamming the door and locks it with a click…
And Obadiah Watts so greedy and bold
faces a demon that turns him to gold!

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March 8, 2018 Add Comment

The Ghostly World Journal

by John Riley

So thinks to myself well let’s try it. I’ll leave the bedroom doors open. Oh, let me just add they’re the bi-fold types, full length, swing in or out, made of wood from two coffin lids.

So, I’m thinking I’ll leave them open to the landing, see if any entity should walk in on me while I’m asleep in narrow bed.

What do you reckon out there on the earth plane? Seems I did have a dream, woke up aware that a moment ago a couple of faces leaning over me having a good old butchers at what’s lying in the coffin.

Forgot to mention I have a rather comfortable casket to lie in, very warm and a big improvement from the cold ground. I’m always falling out of bed so needed something with high sides. Found this one dug up, no point in letting it go to waste. I mean there’s a recycling team out there, take the dirt from under your finger nails if you’d offered to shake their hands. Just a few bones scattered inside, gave them to the dog. Anyway, it cleaned up a treat.

So I’ve kept the doors open when I’m asleep and I do feel I’m more aware of my dreams when woken up like I mentioned before. Anyway throwing the offer open to you lot reading these journal entries. What triggers a dream experience for you, cheese before bedtime, a hot cup of chocolate, a short story from us at The Ghostly World?

Let us know maybe you could share some of the more exotic dreams you have, second thoughts maybe not. Keep in touch see you again the other side of midnight.

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March 5, 2018 Add Comment

The Ghostly World Journal

by John Riley

Such a biting cold stinging day I have kept myself indoors and fired up the heating to keep the place snug.

From the comfort of a warm room looking out from the window you’d have thought the bright sun radiating such a welcome coaxing one to come out and play on this day.

Pretending might I add, it is a masquerade my readers. No, it is certainly not a spring day and let me remind all we are still in the grip of winter here in The Ghostly World.

So I’m relaxing a little from story telling and throwing my thoughts out there, sharing one or two moments here in The Ghostly World.

I’ve invited Thomas Flyte over for a natter get the lay of the land and all that. But I must be on my guard when he offers his small gifts, you know, a token of appreciation for the hospitality.

Left me a punnet of mushrooms. Fried up nice with egg and bacon. Had an amazing six hours after that meal most of the time laid on my back swatting fairies buzzing around my face.

Anyone care to let me know what breed of mushroom they were and where to buy, don’t seem to find them in the local greengrocer’s

Feel sure Thomas will read a few poems squeezed into the fireside chair. Here’s one of Thomas’s pieces by the way hope you enjoy it, transcribed from an entity known as – The Shepherd.

Sheep

When born and do not know but follow as flocks of sheep
and gather in herds to pens that keep
watched over by eye that wolf in sheep’s clothes
that feeds on life and steals marked souls.

And when from rutted tracks you leave
those rich tapestry pastures lifetimes weave
and know you will when returned to home
that you bleated but did not roam.

Born are lambs to slaughter born on earth
to bleat and suckle and new in birth
that grazes and follows while lone wolf sees
those that count and those that flees.

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additions by Valentine Heart/Thomas Flyte

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March 1, 2018 Add Comment