On Hellish Seas

On Hellish Seas - Fiction


I've only got requested invites responses for the monsters. Who is selling any product? I need something before battle, honest. That's a dark-dark back there, you coming with?

My heart stomps and hands twitch thinking about it. Tough, it's rough! Been' looking for my brothers soul, been living down here a while, killing my prisoners, waiting, punishing people with bars, sentences in line, tilt your head while reading this, there I'll be. I've been known for coming back for supplies, sometimes.

These are the seas where you bury zombies; I've let the great black sharks eat some of mine. I know, I am getting old, I'll be dead eventually, the thinks unblinking, I'll need a walker soon.

Holding it together, I am, slowly, I am tripping over phobias as I'm tripling my fears, keep that smile, stop, keep it right there, baby, they'll believe that. Snap! Another one for the old corrupted memory bank, also, for the now, fatherless, freefalling thoughts, farther and farther, over the horizon they live, bye, family, who aren't the faintest.

I am crumbling inside, so are the sand cliffs at my stormy sides, I feel a cave-in incoming; where else can I build my castle? But on the foundations of the old me, nice knowing you, this was a premature burial. Her name? This is my Red Ready Rock, she's a coatanut barque. Back now, no backdown, no black sailing gown growing closer, twenty-four seven lockdown until I am back on flat ground, I love the hate there, I love running with fire under my feet, that's why I moved from Hell to Hull, have better odds constantly for survival when you're consistently on the run.

Is that the boat to our destination rocking, or my hands shaking? Take the wheel from me, a sec' ,kid. Why you coming with, again? Mate, think about your choices now, as soon as you toes touch ground, you are food or fodder, food climbing a pyramid, if I need to, I will eat you to live, remember, I live here too, the only law, by order of the Greats of the Gutters of Hell, sometimes animals from the bottom get hungry, understand? Good, then you'll be as fine as plated China, grow that chip, real quick, too, kid. This is a real place where we're going, don't believe me, around the way and over them waves there, lives a bottomless blackard.

Last stop, we're all going down, coming in quick, faster over the waves of these flaming waters, let the rough rusted engines heated red rouge, full throttle into baby bottles, white beaches of these debris cloggers as thick as cottage cheese clotters. Welcome to my Metropolis of a mess in a boiling pot of piss. I've locked you in, my friend, you are the meal tonight, where we're from- burp, 's'cuse me, we've already eaten everything. We're going for some light water rafting now; you better paddle your petrifying peddling pedals. Ha! Ha! Ha!

Please, step off my cruel cruise on a crash course, the one way trip down, down, down, this is what death feels like, no more blue to drown on, this is the down pond, a hueless place, brutally lunatic for you to pick to come with, that's a very bad choice, isn't it? Dumb is the word and hungry I am. I am dropping anchors of truths over you. I told you, I come from a land of gigantic, almost titanic million-armed planets of water-balloon droplets of baggy blood; purgatory's lost stories of lost souls climbing building storeys to come and tell you stories.

After filling on you, I will be sailing back the way came for my sunrise, good morning, sunshine, breakfast with my kids, before I tell them to go for a shower. Now, get over here, this pit in my stomach is sinking, what I need you for, this will keep me afloat a little. Guess who is going overboard, I need what keeps you pulling up; I need to be this stern.