Showing posts with label Richard Cody. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richard Cody. Show all posts
Emily and Puppy-Pup in:
A Narrow Escape
A Puppy-Pup Flash Adventure
By Richard Cody
Puppy-Pup growled and grimaced, his lips pulling back to reveal fangs of surprising sharpness; especially surprising considering the bipedal pooch’s abundant and cartoony cuteness. Beside him, Emily gasped and stumbled back a step or two. Her reaction was due more to her canine companion’s unaccustomed ferocity than the strange terror which faced them.
It descended on a silver thread from the branches of a great and wooly barked tree, the top of which was lost in the swirling darkness of this fantastic world’s moonless night. The only thing Emily could think to compare it to was a spider. But what a spider! The size of a small car, the swollen segments of its ellipsoid body covered in spiky green hair. Two of its eight legs cradled what appeared to be a skull of some kind; vaguely white in color, it was about the size of an adult human skull, but the shape was wrong – too long and covered in bony protuberances. It was impossible to tell where the spider-thing was looking - its multiple eyes were opaque and black as the sky above them – but Emily had the impression that at least some of those lidless lenses were gazing into the empty sockets of the strange skull.
“Tassssssty morselssssss, yessssssss?”
The voice was low and sibilant and in their heads. Puppy-Pup growled again and maintained his snarl. Through the sharp and glinting curves of his teeth, he muttered, “Get back, Kiddo…”
Emily stepped behind Puppy-Pup, placed her hands on his shoulders and peered over his scruffy head. Suddenly, the immense spider-thing began to flicker – in and out of sight. Strangely, the slender silver thread from which it hung, and the odd skull clutched in its black claws, remained solid and visible. It occurred to Emily that the sharpness of Puppy-Pups teeth hardly mattered against something so ghostly. “What’s it doing?” she asked.
“Gettin’ ready to eat us, Darlin’!” Puppy-Pup’s long ears had risen, straight and erect, save for the tips which flopped over a bit, above his head. “But ‘ol ghastly there ain’t the only one who can pull a disappearin’ act!”
Emily felt the familiar tingle which signaled the beginning of her furry friend’s famous trans-dimensional jump. Puppy-Pup placed a paw on her hand, still on his shoulder. “Hold on, Kiddo!”
They disappeared in a colorful shimmer of light just as a mass of sticky silver web covered the spot they had so recently occupied. “Cursssessss,” came a disembodied voice. “I wasssss hungry.”
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Richard Cody claims to write fiction. The truth is, he only writes what he sees.
A Narrow Escape
A Puppy-Pup Flash Adventure
By Richard Cody
Puppy-Pup growled and grimaced, his lips pulling back to reveal fangs of surprising sharpness; especially surprising considering the bipedal pooch’s abundant and cartoony cuteness. Beside him, Emily gasped and stumbled back a step or two. Her reaction was due more to her canine companion’s unaccustomed ferocity than the strange terror which faced them.
It descended on a silver thread from the branches of a great and wooly barked tree, the top of which was lost in the swirling darkness of this fantastic world’s moonless night. The only thing Emily could think to compare it to was a spider. But what a spider! The size of a small car, the swollen segments of its ellipsoid body covered in spiky green hair. Two of its eight legs cradled what appeared to be a skull of some kind; vaguely white in color, it was about the size of an adult human skull, but the shape was wrong – too long and covered in bony protuberances. It was impossible to tell where the spider-thing was looking - its multiple eyes were opaque and black as the sky above them – but Emily had the impression that at least some of those lidless lenses were gazing into the empty sockets of the strange skull.
“Tassssssty morselssssss, yessssssss?”
The voice was low and sibilant and in their heads. Puppy-Pup growled again and maintained his snarl. Through the sharp and glinting curves of his teeth, he muttered, “Get back, Kiddo…”
Emily stepped behind Puppy-Pup, placed her hands on his shoulders and peered over his scruffy head. Suddenly, the immense spider-thing began to flicker – in and out of sight. Strangely, the slender silver thread from which it hung, and the odd skull clutched in its black claws, remained solid and visible. It occurred to Emily that the sharpness of Puppy-Pups teeth hardly mattered against something so ghostly. “What’s it doing?” she asked.
“Gettin’ ready to eat us, Darlin’!” Puppy-Pup’s long ears had risen, straight and erect, save for the tips which flopped over a bit, above his head. “But ‘ol ghastly there ain’t the only one who can pull a disappearin’ act!”
Emily felt the familiar tingle which signaled the beginning of her furry friend’s famous trans-dimensional jump. Puppy-Pup placed a paw on her hand, still on his shoulder. “Hold on, Kiddo!”
They disappeared in a colorful shimmer of light just as a mass of sticky silver web covered the spot they had so recently occupied. “Cursssessss,” came a disembodied voice. “I wasssss hungry.”
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Richard Cody claims to write fiction. The truth is, he only writes what he sees.
Puppy-Pup and Emily in Adrift!
A Puppy-Pup Adventure Flash!
By Richard Cody
She was drifting now, and had been for some time. Reluctantly, she dropped the last shred of pretense to which she’d been clinging regarding any sense of intent or control guiding her motion through this “vasty black”, as Puppy-Pup referred to the void through which she currently tumbled.
Thinking of Puppy-Pup made her tremble. The long eared little gamin had vanished so suddenly and with such uncharacteristically curt words! What was it the adorable little mongrel had muttered before poofing so unceremoniously from her side?
“Urt! Yer on yer own, Kiddarooni!”
Yes, that was it, or close enough, and so unlike Puppy-Pup! Could there be trouble of some kind? She trembled again, more violently this time, and the shaking of her body caused her to veer off into the big black space up or down, east or west, she could not say as her previous location in the void had born no such designation.
She was becoming frightened now, she realized. Puppy-Pup had left her alone before – once right here in the vasty black, and again in The Fields of The Nephilim, but never for so long. If he didn’t poof back to her soon, she would have to find her own way back to her bedroom. And she was nowhere near sure about her ability to do so. The idea of a lifetime spent lost and floating through this interminable black caused her to tremble once more and again she flew off in a new and unknown direction.
A familiar voice by her side undid the frown growing on her face and even slowed her wild movement through the dark.
“Hey there, kidder, slow down a bit!”
“Puppy-Pup!” she shouted the beloved mutt’s name and then gasped to see that he was not all there. His crooked but radiant smile alone beamed at her through the blackness. “Puppy-Pup?” she queried the toothsome grin. “Where’s the rest of you?”
“Catchin’ up,” the smile replied.
And, indeed, not another moment passed before the rest of the amazing dog filled in around that smile, now warm and winsome as always with all of him there but, she had to admit, vaguely unsettling without him behind it.
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California native, Richard Cody, has been known to write poetry and fiction. His work has appeared recently in Eclectic Flash and Daily Love. He has work forthcoming in Kaleidotrope and who knows where else? His books are available at Amazon and RCodywrites.
A Puppy-Pup Adventure Flash!
By Richard Cody
She was drifting now, and had been for some time. Reluctantly, she dropped the last shred of pretense to which she’d been clinging regarding any sense of intent or control guiding her motion through this “vasty black”, as Puppy-Pup referred to the void through which she currently tumbled.
Thinking of Puppy-Pup made her tremble. The long eared little gamin had vanished so suddenly and with such uncharacteristically curt words! What was it the adorable little mongrel had muttered before poofing so unceremoniously from her side?
“Urt! Yer on yer own, Kiddarooni!”
Yes, that was it, or close enough, and so unlike Puppy-Pup! Could there be trouble of some kind? She trembled again, more violently this time, and the shaking of her body caused her to veer off into the big black space up or down, east or west, she could not say as her previous location in the void had born no such designation.
She was becoming frightened now, she realized. Puppy-Pup had left her alone before – once right here in the vasty black, and again in The Fields of The Nephilim, but never for so long. If he didn’t poof back to her soon, she would have to find her own way back to her bedroom. And she was nowhere near sure about her ability to do so. The idea of a lifetime spent lost and floating through this interminable black caused her to tremble once more and again she flew off in a new and unknown direction.
A familiar voice by her side undid the frown growing on her face and even slowed her wild movement through the dark.
“Hey there, kidder, slow down a bit!”
“Puppy-Pup!” she shouted the beloved mutt’s name and then gasped to see that he was not all there. His crooked but radiant smile alone beamed at her through the blackness. “Puppy-Pup?” she queried the toothsome grin. “Where’s the rest of you?”
“Catchin’ up,” the smile replied.
And, indeed, not another moment passed before the rest of the amazing dog filled in around that smile, now warm and winsome as always with all of him there but, she had to admit, vaguely unsettling without him behind it.
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California native, Richard Cody, has been known to write poetry and fiction. His work has appeared recently in Eclectic Flash and Daily Love. He has work forthcoming in Kaleidotrope and who knows where else? His books are available at Amazon and RCodywrites.
Automatic writing attributed to a spirit entity identifying itself only as Ur.
Transcribed by continental clairvoyant, Patrice Nunez, April 7, 2007
by Richard Cody
We filled buckets with the blood of our enemies! Red and black and green – for all who came before us were enemies, and all who came before us fell before the wrath of our terrible faces!
And all who beheld our wrathful aspect and fell before it were honored to offer the blood of their lives to the great and most terrible Shub i’ Rath!
He who dwells within the earth and deeper still inside we who were honored to partake of his body and serve his will most terrible and great. He who came from beyond the stars when the world was new. Shub i’ Rath! The Black Jelly!
He who grew inside our bodies and minds, beneath the fields, the crawling caverns! Shub i’ Rath! M ‘ylo hartep, Shub i’ Rath, ia! Hungry now and searching the reaches of time and space for you!
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Richard Cody, a native Californian, has been known to write poetry and fiction of varying lengths. His work has appeared in many print and virtual publications. He is currently not working on the great American novel.
Transcribed by continental clairvoyant, Patrice Nunez, April 7, 2007
by Richard Cody
We filled buckets with the blood of our enemies! Red and black and green – for all who came before us were enemies, and all who came before us fell before the wrath of our terrible faces!
And all who beheld our wrathful aspect and fell before it were honored to offer the blood of their lives to the great and most terrible Shub i’ Rath!
He who dwells within the earth and deeper still inside we who were honored to partake of his body and serve his will most terrible and great. He who came from beyond the stars when the world was new. Shub i’ Rath! The Black Jelly!
He who grew inside our bodies and minds, beneath the fields, the crawling caverns! Shub i’ Rath! M ‘ylo hartep, Shub i’ Rath, ia! Hungry now and searching the reaches of time and space for you!
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Richard Cody, a native Californian, has been known to write poetry and fiction of varying lengths. His work has appeared in many print and virtual publications. He is currently not working on the great American novel.
Newlywed
By Richard Cody
His wife was not what she seemed. After the incident on the bridge, he was sure of that. Now, the many strange occurrences he had so readily attributed to imagination these past four months came back to him in a rush of memory.
He had suspected nothing, really, until the night of the onion dip. The pictures of their honeymoon had been back from the one-hour lab a week or more at the time, he recalled. She was slicing onions in the kitchen when she cried out and sucked with a pained face on her left index finger.
Rushing to her side, he found her sucking the finger. He offered assistance and tender kisses, reaching for the offending digit so that he might see what was wrong and so affect a cure. But she refused, frowning around her injured finger, and ran to the restroom, slamming the door behind her!
He stared after her a moment before his eyes found the curious drops of green splattered upon the floor where she’d stood, and there on the cutting board just the way blood from a lacerated finger might look. But green!? Insanely, he recalled in a flash an old episode of Star Trek in which it is revealed that Mr. Spock’s blood is green. Even more insanely, he found himself wondering if he had married a Vulcan. Ripping a length of paper towel from the roll on the counter, he quickly wiped the thick green drops away; realizing only after he had tossed the crumpled towel into the trash, that he had cleaned the strange green splatters with such haste because he was afraid.
Of what, he was only just beginning to figure out when she emerged from the bathroom, the injured digit swathed in clean white bandage. “I cut my finger,” she said, indicating with a nod the serrated knife on the cutting board. She held the injured finger to her breast and appeared, he thought, peevish.
“Oh,” he said, trying not to look at the small green pearl of a drop he had missed with the paper towel.
“Let me finish that onion,” she said, moving into the kitchen and resuming her position at the cutting board. He moved aside and there had not been an easy moment between them since.
This morning on the bridge had taken them beyond deferred eyes and awkward silences. He shivered to think of that kiss, far too moist, and the loathsome touch of that thing in her mouth, glimpsed writhing a moment between her teeth and in the full light of day!
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Richard Cody, a native Californian, has been known to write poetry and fiction of varying lengths. His work has appeared in many print and virtual publications, most recently Eclectic Flash. He has recently produced two books of poetry and one collection of short horror fiction - all available at Lulu.com.
By Richard Cody
His wife was not what she seemed. After the incident on the bridge, he was sure of that. Now, the many strange occurrences he had so readily attributed to imagination these past four months came back to him in a rush of memory.
He had suspected nothing, really, until the night of the onion dip. The pictures of their honeymoon had been back from the one-hour lab a week or more at the time, he recalled. She was slicing onions in the kitchen when she cried out and sucked with a pained face on her left index finger.
Rushing to her side, he found her sucking the finger. He offered assistance and tender kisses, reaching for the offending digit so that he might see what was wrong and so affect a cure. But she refused, frowning around her injured finger, and ran to the restroom, slamming the door behind her!
He stared after her a moment before his eyes found the curious drops of green splattered upon the floor where she’d stood, and there on the cutting board just the way blood from a lacerated finger might look. But green!? Insanely, he recalled in a flash an old episode of Star Trek in which it is revealed that Mr. Spock’s blood is green. Even more insanely, he found himself wondering if he had married a Vulcan. Ripping a length of paper towel from the roll on the counter, he quickly wiped the thick green drops away; realizing only after he had tossed the crumpled towel into the trash, that he had cleaned the strange green splatters with such haste because he was afraid.
Of what, he was only just beginning to figure out when she emerged from the bathroom, the injured digit swathed in clean white bandage. “I cut my finger,” she said, indicating with a nod the serrated knife on the cutting board. She held the injured finger to her breast and appeared, he thought, peevish.
“Oh,” he said, trying not to look at the small green pearl of a drop he had missed with the paper towel.
“Let me finish that onion,” she said, moving into the kitchen and resuming her position at the cutting board. He moved aside and there had not been an easy moment between them since.
This morning on the bridge had taken them beyond deferred eyes and awkward silences. He shivered to think of that kiss, far too moist, and the loathsome touch of that thing in her mouth, glimpsed writhing a moment between her teeth and in the full light of day!
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Richard Cody, a native Californian, has been known to write poetry and fiction of varying lengths. His work has appeared in many print and virtual publications, most recently Eclectic Flash. He has recently produced two books of poetry and one collection of short horror fiction - all available at Lulu.com.
