The Machine

Year 2215.

8 year old Sappy heard his dad, talk over the phone, about the Machine.

One night, he sneaked into his dad's private room and pulled off the cover of the Machine.

It looked like a vending machine.

There was a red button which said Decapitate.

He didn't know what the word meant, so he clicked it anyway.

Gulliver's Travels

Crack Crack,
Their bones went,
And splash splash
The blood.
As Mighty Lemuel Gulliver stepped on the Lilliputs.

The Woodcutter's son

Sometime in the Medival ages,Tubbah was the son of a woodcutter.
He had these recurring dreams,everytime he came back after chopping up wood.
Once he dreamt he was chopping off head of the king with his father's brand new axe.
When he shuffled about his bed early morning, little did he hear the Thump sound on the wooden floor.
The head of the king had just dropped from his bed, and stared at him sleep with its glazy eyes.

The Writer

Andreas Lodem was a horror fictionist.

His latest novel was about a mother who ate up her husband, when she was in labour.

The book explicitly details how the meat of the husband comforted her, while the baby was being pushed out.

They say Andreas was born like that.

When a blood laced crying baby Andreas came out of his mother's womb, all he saw was his father's half eaten body and his smiling face.

When asked, Andreas said its a joke.

Haiku

I hacked up my husband
And I realized that my three children
have been watching.

(This is a tribute to Shuson Kato,a famous Japanese haiku poet)

Holi.

It was holi.
She was 16 and she was high on bhaang.
And she was so high on bhaang that she didnt even know that she was playing with red colours.
It was blood.
Her parent's blood.

The Icecream.

The corner lit ice cream store in Germany.
What made me crave for icecream on a windy chilly evening,I do not know.
I checked for the choices of sundaes on the menu.


*The Rolling EyesCream.
*The Finger licker.
*Dollops of mind.


The Rolling Eyescream,it is.
They put a scoop of butterscotch along with another of vanilla. And laced it around with choco sauce.
Then they took the baby, scooped out its eyes with a spoon and put it on the top with the blood flowing down.
Well,they did mention a cherry on top.

The Stepfather.

As a kid,his stepfather used to strangle him and beat him with a cane on his neck.

So when he grew up ,he gave the stepfather his daily dosage of medicines.

After breakfast,he used to smash a toe with a hammer.The lunch dose was a slit on the tongue.And the dinner was practising greek alphabets on his skull,with a knife.

He treated them with alcohol and salt,at the end of the day.

When the first month ended,he left the stepfather in the basement with a rat family.

Window.

It was an open secret on why the house never got sold.
Though it had an awesome view with killer windows.Yes,Killer Windows.Murderers.
You put your head out of the window to enjoy the view and the window shutter will beat down upon your head.And it continues,till the skull is cracked open and the brain oozes out.Somewhat like a guillotine,but without a blade.
No wonder they painted it red,to mask the blood.tch-tch.

The Wife.

My wife has not been eating lately.She gives most of the cooked food to the kids and leaves their leftovers for me.But that was ok,except that she has not been eating anything.
So,one day,after work,when she hit the shower,I rummaged through her handbag and found some bones.
Human bones.

Championship.

It was the first time for Deba Bocho.The championship belt was on the line.

And he was squaring off with The Machete.While,the Machete has been butchering meat for the past 6 years,Deba Bocho was in a Japanese resturant.

After rounds and fourteen bell tolls,The Machete hit one across the temporal of Bocha.

Just as Bocha fell into the blood and the grime and the shattered bones,he cut right across the femur of Machete.

Longitudinally.

Smile.

She smiled at me.She smiled at my neck.

While my neck smiled back at her,red all over.

I lay there mumbling filthy-bitch words.

She tch-tch-ed and smiled and wiped the blood off the blade with a swanky grey kerchief.