Rants & Raves of Jasmine’s Fiction

Dear readers, Jasmine has been very sick.    Fever, sore throat, dizzy spells and nausea was the centre of my life for the past 4 days.   And guess what?  Halloween came and went leaving me with nothing more than drug induced hallucinations.

Sigh.  I missed Halloween.  The folks in this here fine country don’t really celebrate All Hallows Eve, but some do try to make an effort.  Although they are mostly in the money making business but still, I will very fondly recall my Star Wars costume wearing days.

Yes you heard me right; Star Wars.

You may laugh and you may bite my bagel buns.

But right now I’m not talking about the candy filled version of Trick or Treating.   I’m talking industrial strength antibiotics, sandpaper and brain frying temperatures in a centrifuge machine.   Did I also mention the vomit? 

Be warned, what you will see in this blog is not for the faint hearted.   Please fasten your seatbelts and keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times.

Welcome to Jasmine’s House of Horrors.

Imagine a world where

NORMAL

is a very edible delicacy.  The beasties are hungry and restless and they prowl the streets in search for fresh blood.  I was walking along when I saw across the street a whole bunch of ‘em snarling at me like rabid dogs.   I run for my life. 

Harajuku girls were chasing me down the streets with staple guns, each and every freak trying to make me a pincushion.  I skidded around the corner and EEK!

Here was another knot of ghosties, all prepared to skewer me into shish-kebab with their pointed fingernails.   Zombies covered in blood scratched.  Demented Elvis Presley look-alikes swiveled their hips.   Blue haired girls covered in paint and feathers howled.

Breathless from running, I turned into a bar for cover.  As the freaky horde stampeded by, I breathed again.  But even that was short lived.

Inside the dive, there were more freaks!  Men, but all dressed as women.   Not the pretty lady-boys mind you. The hairy, ugly, fat and smelly variety.

I was trapped. 

I turned to the window and I spot a superhero!  Wonder Woman will save me…

Oh no wait…  AAH SHE’S ONE OF THEM!!!

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Cold sweat.  That’s all I have to say about that.  Be afraid people.  Be VERY afraid.

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