Present Day September 20, 2009
A severe electrical storm develops in
Heptonstall, Yorkshire, England…
a fury of lightning bolts blanket the town…
lightning strikes a tombstone exploding it
into minuscule fragments…blackening
ashes cover the gravesite…this grave is that
of Sylvia Plath…electrical devilish demons
from the sky has desecrated the once sacred
resting place of Sylvia Plath…no one is
aware of this happening…
Meanwhile the clock strikes 10:00 am at the
Smithsonian Institution…secluded deep within
the institution sets Sylvia Plath’s typewriter…
the typewriter glows a bloody red…
a paranormal entity hovers of the typewriter…
in a flash the spirit vanishes within the typewriter…
The next morning business is normal at the Smithsonian
September 21, 2009 10:00 am
A couple, Jeannie and James, walks up to a typewriter…
the plaque states that this is Sylvia Plath’s original typewriter…
both a poet and poetess, they know of Sylvia Plath very well…
suddenly they become transfixed glaring at the typewriter…
they are trapped in a telekinetic trance…the typewriter begins
typing on its own…the word “Knife” is typed out on paper…
the couple comes out of the daze unaware of what just occurred…
the word, “Knife” has vanished as well…later that evening
Jeannie is preparing dinner and chopping up an onion…
abruptly she is spellbound…gripping the large chopping knife
she glides into the other room where James is sitting in his
recliner watching TV…slowly she comes up behinds James
and swiftly slashes his throat from ear to ear…a crimson waterfall
covers his body…next, Jeannie plunges the knife deeply in her eye
piercing her cranium…the both lay in a pool of blood…
September 22, 2009 10:00 am
At the Smithsonian, another couple, David and Manda also notices
Sylvia’s typewriter…just as before, the couple is drawn to the
mystical powers of the typewriter…the typewriter becomes alive
again typing out the word “Log”…the couple awakens and the word
“Log” is gone…driving home David and Manda are talking about
the lovely time they had at the Smithsonian…suddenly they notice
a car spinning out of control colliding into a telephone pole…
David slams on the brakes barely missing the falling pole…
the couple are shaken but thankful to be alive…once again the
couple becomes entranced and just stares out the window…
then a log truck rams them from the rear launching two logs forward…
the logs cut through the back windshield like butter and decapitates
both David and Manda…later the death ruled as a freak accident…
September 23, 2009 10:00 am
Joann and Rick arrive at the Smithsonian as part of their
vacation…oddly they spot Sylvia’s typewriter quickly and are
mesmerized like the other couples before them…the haunted
typewriter types out the word “Track”…they regain consciousness
and has a sudden urge to leave…the couple decides to spend
the rest of the day at an amusement park…driving to the park,
they are approaching some train tracks…the signal malfunctions
and Rick is unaware of the fast moving train…Joann spots the
train and screams…Rick floors the accelerator and the train
misses them only by inches…they breathe a sigh of relief…
the couple arrives at the amusement park…along the sidewalk
to the entrance sets the popular rollercoaster “The Dragon”…
Rick and Joann giggle at the patrons screaming on the rollercoaster…
instantly the couple freezes in a spell…the tracks on The Dragon
separates plunging the train off the track and flattens Joann and Rick…
there bodies explode from the mighty force and body parts soar
throughout the parking lot…
September 24, 2009 10:00 am
A brilliant poetess that goes by the pen name “Desire” is signing
autographs at the Smithsonian to promote her recently published
Poetry book…Desire takes a break and explores the Smithsonian…
Desire becomes yet another person to get engulf by the mysterious
force of Sylvia Plath’s typewriter…this time the typewriter types
out the word “Key”…as before Desire awareness returns and there
is no trace of the word “Key”…after her final signing Desire is
driving home and needs to stop for gas…she gets out of her car,
locks the door and begins filling up the tank…she pays and returns
to the car…she goes to unlock the door, which sets off an strong
electrostatic charge…a nearby customer runs to Desire and pushes
her to safety just as the car explodes…later the police drives Desire
to her home…as always, Desire sits down to her computer to write
poetry and chat with her friends on the AP website…Desire types
in her password and hits [enter]…she stiffens and cannot take her
finger off the key…she begins convulsing vigorously as an abnormal
electrical current flows through her body…her head begins to smoke…
Desire’s eyes pop out as fire escapes from the empty sockets…
she continues to burn and melt until all that is left is a scorched
bloodstained skeleton…
September 24, 2009 1:00 pm
Back in Heptonstall, Yorkshire, England, workers place up a new
tombstone to Sylvia Plath’s grave…they clean up the gravesite
very nice and fellow admires of Sylvia’s works place fresh
flowers on her grave…at the same instance at the Smithsonian…
lights begin flickering and an eerie supernatural winds blows
throughout the halls…patrons scatter and quickly exit the building…
Sylvia Plath’s typewriter glows once again but this time there
is a shining white light emerging from the typewriter…the glowing
spirit rapidly disappears into thin air…the winds stop and the
power returns to normal…
Like Sylvia Plath her typewriter is again resting in peace
A contest entry
- Scary Stories.... Time by Riftkin.
730 points, ended October 6, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Manda gets decapitated? No fair!
very well done hun
I thoroughly enjoyed this.
keep 'em comin'
♥
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Now, it does not do a poet good to kill off the host of the contest, unless that host is me and I died with my sweet guy, Rick. Love the way each person was killed off, you really did write a scary story here for me to read. Thank you for that and best of luck to you with this.
Riftkin
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DUDE
I fricken died with Joann Sweet, the best way to go is with the one you love. She'll no doubt be mad at me I'm sure there are things left undone on her honey-do list. Sounds so funny hearing my name or is it another Rick and Joann has been cheating on me. Friggin women! Great write from begining to end. Literally spellbound while reading I think Joann saw the word sex at least I'm hoping she did for you know what that means... Yea you're right means she'll have a headache. Friggin Silvia she always had it in for me. Best of luck as always my friend on a sweet write. You do know killing off the judge before she's judged is usually a bad thing, but what the hell. Rick
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Rick,
Thanks so much for the kind comments
Ya know, dying with the one you love
has to be the best way to go...
and we all have to go at some point
At least, that is the way I see it
but I have many spurts of insanity
Y
ou do make a very good point...
killing off the judge is perhaps a bad thing
Thanks again my friend
David
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Oh I so love a good, and gory tale. this one isnt only blasphemous, but you've probably put a curse on everyone here. I hope you're happy
...in the end, the only question I had was why Sylvia? It could have been Lizzy Borden, or Jack the Ripper, or someone of equal notability...so why on Earth would it be Sylvia?
I had a wicked amount of fun reading this. You have a great imagination.
love,
jin
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Jin
Thank you soooo much for the sweeet comments
I can't really explain why I chose Sylvia Plath...
Perhaps she was talking to from the grave
Ya know, voices can be inspirational
Oooohhhhhhh
"Jack the Ripper...Lizzy Borden"
I have new thoughts for writing horror now
WoooooooooHooooooooooo
Glad you enjoyed my write and thanks again
Much love my friend
David
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such gory imagery! whjat a great story you wove!
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What a grisly tale!! I would never do that to
James of course, but this is gore to the max
just like he likes it. Poor every body
What a vivid imagination you have. Great
write and scary as hell! We are honored to
have been killed with the best poets/poetresses
on the site!
Best of luck in the contest.
Jeannie
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OMG~
Holy Moly~
drops celery stick from mouth~
You know the strangest thing...since yesterday
I have had the word: Key on the brain-
didn't know why~ but kept getting
Key - Key
How bizarre~...
I guess that means for me...no Barnes and Noble for awhile
I may have to hire someone to type for me
Wowzers~~~~~~
Now this is one Brilliant story that sends chills
down the spine~ which is a good thing
for that is Horror
My eyes bugged out in many parts and I was like
Decapitated...
Flattened...
and Electrocuted....Now that sucks chickens I tell ya-
One Horrible way to go~
Next time I see a typewriter-....backing away slowly!!!
but am most certainly Honored to be mentioned!
You da BEST!! Bravo
Hmmmmmmm gotta pay ya back somehow
Keep that quill dancing
Thank You for sharing Your Talent
Best wishes in the contest
with love & light~ Desire~*~
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Desire
Thanks soooo much for the sweet comments
Thanks for the heads up on the hiccups as well
ya know being Electrocuted may not be so bad
Everyone will say that you always had an "electrifying personality"
~ silence ~
I hear crickets chirping
no laughter
Comedian {NOT}>>>runs off stage>>>
You don't need to pay me back dear
I'm just honored to have your friendship
and for letting me put you in my write
Let's P A R T Y
while we still have our heads [Manda and I]
Much love my friend;f
David
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We get decapitated! Well, now I know why I don't like getting in cars and prefer to walk or get the bus though if I get the bus a 'Speed' thing might happen
Poor Jeannie & James! and Joann & Rick! and Desire
Sylvia taking out vengeance on some of the best writers on AP -
so why was I involved? I suck and why wasn't penman attacked?
Hmmm
Very clever, with gross imagery that is delicious
Very 'Final Destination'
best of luck!
♥
Stay safe
I love you always
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LOL...trust me I thought about penman, but I just got tired of typing...I'll think of a gruesome way to kill him off later
Besides, I tried to keep this one off the Adult list...
killing off penman would require some weird kinky sexual death
Thank you hun for the nice comments
Desire helped me with a few typos and grammar mistakes
With everyone's help I may get this piece correct
Being decapitated is not so bad baby...
At least you can't cuss
me out for getting us killed
our heads will just be laying on the ground...
er...if you do I'm very scared...haunting me
"Talking Heads" that's a rock group i think
And you don't suck
Don't make me smack you, you might loose your head
I love you always
David
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