Amadeus To Fly Through Spain
There were many times, Renfield R. Renfield had observed, when the genetically cloned concert pianist Amadeus Emanon seemed to have the mind of a child.
Today was one of them.
"What are you looking so apprehensive about?" Renfield asked Amadeus.
"The Boss asked me to accompany him on a short business trip," Amadeus answered.
"So?" Renfield shrugged.
"We're going to be flying through Spain," Amadeus sighed.
"What's the matter with flying through Spain?" Renfield asked as he continued to sketch his drawing of soccer player Luis Suarez lying on a couch in psychiatrist Dr. Hannibal Lecter's office.
"Well according to that movie we watched last night," Amadeus answered, "the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane."
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday June 25th
2014.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Renfield Writes A Justin Bieber Commercial For American Express
Renfield Writes A Justin Bieber Commercial For American Express
Renfield R. Renfield had recently developed a penchant for writing TV commercials and submitting them to Madison Avenue advertising agencies.
He announced to Amadeus Emanon that he had just written a commercial for the American Express card- one that would have Justin Bieber in it.
"Let's hear it," Amadeus sighed.
. . .
Justin Bieber smiled at the camera.
"Hi," Justin grinned, "do you know me?".
"Unless I'm wearing an orange jump suit and have numbers in front of me like in my Florida police mug shots, most people don't recognize me."
"That's why I got one of these."
Justin Bieber holds up an American Express card with his name Justin Bieber on it.
"The American Express card," Justin Bieber flashed another wide smile, "don't leave court ordered anger management classes without it."
. . .
Amadeus sighed again.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday June 23rd
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
Renfield R. Renfield had recently developed a penchant for writing TV commercials and submitting them to Madison Avenue advertising agencies.
He announced to Amadeus Emanon that he had just written a commercial for the American Express card- one that would have Justin Bieber in it.
"Let's hear it," Amadeus sighed.
. . .
Justin Bieber smiled at the camera.
"Hi," Justin grinned, "do you know me?".
"Unless I'm wearing an orange jump suit and have numbers in front of me like in my Florida police mug shots, most people don't recognize me."
"That's why I got one of these."
Justin Bieber holds up an American Express card with his name Justin Bieber on it.
"The American Express card," Justin Bieber flashed another wide smile, "don't leave court ordered anger management classes without it."
. . .
Amadeus sighed again.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday June 23rd
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
Friday, June 13, 2014
Slenderman Commercial For Weight Loss Clinics
Slenderman Commercial For Weight Loss Clinics
"What are you looking so pleased about?" Amadeus Emanon asked Renfield R. Renfield.
"Some big Madison Avenue advertising agency in New York City
is having a competition for who can come up with the best TV commercial advertising weight loss clinics for men," Renfield grinned, "so I just designed one using my computer graphic and animation skills."
Renfield then showed Amadeus the commercial on his iMac.
. . .
Standing there was a very tall extremely thin man wearing a black suit and a cartoon blank face.
"Hi there," the figure introduced himself, "I'm Slenderman. I don't usually say much... in fact I usually say nothing at all. But you sitting there like the fat slob on the couch that you are has inspired me to say this...
"Get off the couch, fatso. Yeah, I'm talking to you. The one eating his 13th bucket of KFC this hour. The one swallowing his 13th Big Mac this minute. The one inhaling his 13th box of Reese's Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups this second.
You're a disgusting obnoxious fat slob. You're more blob than man. When was the last time you had a date, fatso? In fact, when was the last time you had sex?
You couldn't have a woman snuggle up next to you on the couch because you take up the entire couch you disgusting fat pig.
While you're busy stuffing your fat face, thousands of teen-aged girls are dying from anorexia.
Or better yet, girls are killing for me.
How many females would kill for you, you fat-assed ton of lard?
I could count by the number of toes on Oscar Pistorius' feet how many females would kill for you.
Zilch.
Nada-nada.
A big fat zero.
Like yourself.
A big fat nothing.
So get off the couch.
Stop stuffing your face like a camel on Prozac.
Get out.
Exercise.
And join the Manly Loss Weight Loss Program.
There's a Manly Loss Weight Loss Clinic near you.
All you've got to lose are your pounds.
And I'm not talking about being mugged over in England.
So become a man.
Become slender.
Become... Slenderman.
The type of guy that females will not only die for... but will be willing to kill for."
. . .
Amadeus said nothing.
But considering the type of society that America had become today, he thought to himself, Renfield's commercial might just win the competition.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday June 13th
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
"What are you looking so pleased about?" Amadeus Emanon asked Renfield R. Renfield.
"Some big Madison Avenue advertising agency in New York City
is having a competition for who can come up with the best TV commercial advertising weight loss clinics for men," Renfield grinned, "so I just designed one using my computer graphic and animation skills."
Renfield then showed Amadeus the commercial on his iMac.
. . .
Standing there was a very tall extremely thin man wearing a black suit and a cartoon blank face.
"Hi there," the figure introduced himself, "I'm Slenderman. I don't usually say much... in fact I usually say nothing at all. But you sitting there like the fat slob on the couch that you are has inspired me to say this...
"Get off the couch, fatso. Yeah, I'm talking to you. The one eating his 13th bucket of KFC this hour. The one swallowing his 13th Big Mac this minute. The one inhaling his 13th box of Reese's Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups this second.
You're a disgusting obnoxious fat slob. You're more blob than man. When was the last time you had a date, fatso? In fact, when was the last time you had sex?
You couldn't have a woman snuggle up next to you on the couch because you take up the entire couch you disgusting fat pig.
While you're busy stuffing your fat face, thousands of teen-aged girls are dying from anorexia.
Or better yet, girls are killing for me.
How many females would kill for you, you fat-assed ton of lard?
I could count by the number of toes on Oscar Pistorius' feet how many females would kill for you.
Zilch.
Nada-nada.
A big fat zero.
Like yourself.
A big fat nothing.
So get off the couch.
Stop stuffing your face like a camel on Prozac.
Get out.
Exercise.
And join the Manly Loss Weight Loss Program.
There's a Manly Loss Weight Loss Clinic near you.
All you've got to lose are your pounds.
And I'm not talking about being mugged over in England.
So become a man.
Become slender.
Become... Slenderman.
The type of guy that females will not only die for... but will be willing to kill for."
. . .
Amadeus said nothing.
But considering the type of society that America had become today, he thought to himself, Renfield's commercial might just win the competition.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday June 13th
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Special Guest In Tel Aviv
Special Guest In Tel Aviv
The Controller of The Golem waited at the Tel Aviv International Airport for a special guest to arrive by plane.
The guest had originally been flown to a secret military base in Israel and then transferred to a civilian plane.
The special guest was Ukrainian Vampiress Inna Huculak who had been held prisoner in an FSB interrogation center in Moscow for over a month.
The Controller of the Golem had discovered that Miss Huculak had held information that was of vital importance to Israel's national security vis-a-vis Russia's intentions for the Middle East.
So Israeli commandos had flown to Russia in the Israeli Air Force's most advanced plane (one that was able to evade all forms of radar detection) and had stormed the FSB interrogation center (much to the surprise of FSB interrogators) and rescued Miss Huculak.
The Controller of The Golem was sure that Miss Huculak would find the Israelis to be much more amenable hosts to a Ukrainian national nationalist than Vladimir Putin's Russians were.
. . .
When Russian President Vladimir Putin heard the news about Ukrainian Vampiress Inna Huculak's rescue by the Israelis, he pounded the table.
"Damn Jews!" He exclaimed as he sent his lox and cream cheese bagel back to Tevhe's Delicatessen in Moscow for not having enough cream cheese on it.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday June 12th
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
The Controller of The Golem waited at the Tel Aviv International Airport for a special guest to arrive by plane.
The guest had originally been flown to a secret military base in Israel and then transferred to a civilian plane.
The special guest was Ukrainian Vampiress Inna Huculak who had been held prisoner in an FSB interrogation center in Moscow for over a month.
The Controller of the Golem had discovered that Miss Huculak had held information that was of vital importance to Israel's national security vis-a-vis Russia's intentions for the Middle East.
So Israeli commandos had flown to Russia in the Israeli Air Force's most advanced plane (one that was able to evade all forms of radar detection) and had stormed the FSB interrogation center (much to the surprise of FSB interrogators) and rescued Miss Huculak.
The Controller of The Golem was sure that Miss Huculak would find the Israelis to be much more amenable hosts to a Ukrainian national nationalist than Vladimir Putin's Russians were.
. . .
When Russian President Vladimir Putin heard the news about Ukrainian Vampiress Inna Huculak's rescue by the Israelis, he pounded the table.
"Damn Jews!" He exclaimed as he sent his lox and cream cheese bagel back to Tevhe's Delicatessen in Moscow for not having enough cream cheese on it.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday June 12th
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Captain Jack Sparrow: A Poem
Captain Jack Sparrow: A Poem
He was not mummified dead like a Pharaoh
He was a pirate- this Captain Jack Sparrow
The wittiest pirate e'er to sail the Seven Seas
And as pirates go, he aims to please.
Vagabond, philosopher, adventurer he be
most at home on the Caribbean Sea
when he decided to give pirating a whirl
he took for his ship The Black Pearl.
When taking Aztec gold brought with it a curse
what happened to his crew was for the worse
A skeleton crew they be
doors they unlock with a skeleton key.
For Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner
their love would not be put on the back burner
even Davy Jones' locker could not tear them apart
and Captain Jack found Davy Jones' heart.
Captain Barbossa regains The Black Pearl
as everything starts to unfurl
at World's End
driving ships around the bend.
And The Black Pearl becomes a ship in a bottle- that be the truth
but Jack has the map to the Fountain of Youth
Hector Barbossa now works for King George
but not the one whose troops the Yanks fought near Valley Forge
Barbossa has a weapon to peg
which he uses in place of his leg
And Blackbeard seeks the Fountain of Youth
whose waters he'd drink like a pleasant Vermouth
Blackbeard's daughter Angelica is a woman scorned
Jack beware!- You've been forewarned
other women slapped you in the face
but this woman's heart holds a special place.
With mermaid's tears in the chalice,
Angelica lives
while her father Blackbeard dies, say what gives?
Captain Jack has pulled one of his tricks
so Edward Teach now crosses the River Styx.
And Angelica on an island Jack does place
where voodoo doll washes up devoid of grace.
There's a sequel in the works- have no fear
no need like a mermaid to shed a tear
Captain Jack will be back
some woman's heart will be black
and there will be another tale to tell
of sailing ships from Hell
and ocean waves that swell
and whatever you do!-
this much be true
don't call him Jack-
he's "Captain" Jack to you.
-A poem written
by Christopher
Tuesday June 10th
2014
inspired by the character
of Captain Jack Sparrow
and The Pirates of The Caribbean
films.
Sent from my iPhone
He was not mummified dead like a Pharaoh
He was a pirate- this Captain Jack Sparrow
The wittiest pirate e'er to sail the Seven Seas
And as pirates go, he aims to please.
Vagabond, philosopher, adventurer he be
most at home on the Caribbean Sea
when he decided to give pirating a whirl
he took for his ship The Black Pearl.
When taking Aztec gold brought with it a curse
what happened to his crew was for the worse
A skeleton crew they be
doors they unlock with a skeleton key.
For Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner
their love would not be put on the back burner
even Davy Jones' locker could not tear them apart
and Captain Jack found Davy Jones' heart.
Captain Barbossa regains The Black Pearl
as everything starts to unfurl
at World's End
driving ships around the bend.
And The Black Pearl becomes a ship in a bottle- that be the truth
but Jack has the map to the Fountain of Youth
Hector Barbossa now works for King George
but not the one whose troops the Yanks fought near Valley Forge
Barbossa has a weapon to peg
which he uses in place of his leg
And Blackbeard seeks the Fountain of Youth
whose waters he'd drink like a pleasant Vermouth
Blackbeard's daughter Angelica is a woman scorned
Jack beware!- You've been forewarned
other women slapped you in the face
but this woman's heart holds a special place.
With mermaid's tears in the chalice,
Angelica lives
while her father Blackbeard dies, say what gives?
Captain Jack has pulled one of his tricks
so Edward Teach now crosses the River Styx.
And Angelica on an island Jack does place
where voodoo doll washes up devoid of grace.
There's a sequel in the works- have no fear
no need like a mermaid to shed a tear
Captain Jack will be back
some woman's heart will be black
and there will be another tale to tell
of sailing ships from Hell
and ocean waves that swell
and whatever you do!-
this much be true
don't call him Jack-
he's "Captain" Jack to you.
-A poem written
by Christopher
Tuesday June 10th
2014
inspired by the character
of Captain Jack Sparrow
and The Pirates of The Caribbean
films.
Sent from my iPhone
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Bee Before Sea
Bee Before Sea
The man walked along the old pier at Atlantic City.
He gazed out at the ocean.
He suddenly heard a buzzing sound.
Bzzzz...
...bzzzz...
...bzzzz...
What was that?
A bee.
The man tried to calm down.
He had a severe allergy to bee stings.
In fact, they could be fatal to him.
So he wouldn't do anything to upset the bee.
Strange he thought.
What was a bee doing here at the ocean?
So far from fields, flowers and trees.
Though the man made no movement, the bee landed on the man and stung him.
Within minutes, the man was dead.
In the distance, another individual in long black trench coat and dark sunglasses had been shooting a video of the whole incident with his smart phone.
He clicked Send.
Then he dialed a number.
The mysterious Park Avenue billionaire answered his phone in his luxurious New York City penthouse Park Avenue Apartment.
"The test subject for our experiment," the man from DARPA spoke, "the man with a medical history of severe allergic reaction to bee stings has died. This testing stage for our RoboBee seems to be a success. Now if we can make mechanical pollination successful, robotic bees can replace honey bees who are being killed off with the agricultural pesticides made by Monsanto and others. We'll have the power to grow food and, as has been shown in the video I just sent you, the power to kill. We'll have the power of life and death."
"We shall be as gods," the Park Avenue billionaire grinned with his reptilian teeth.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday June 9th
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
The man walked along the old pier at Atlantic City.
He gazed out at the ocean.
He suddenly heard a buzzing sound.
Bzzzz...
...bzzzz...
...bzzzz...
What was that?
A bee.
The man tried to calm down.
He had a severe allergy to bee stings.
In fact, they could be fatal to him.
So he wouldn't do anything to upset the bee.
Strange he thought.
What was a bee doing here at the ocean?
So far from fields, flowers and trees.
Though the man made no movement, the bee landed on the man and stung him.
Within minutes, the man was dead.
In the distance, another individual in long black trench coat and dark sunglasses had been shooting a video of the whole incident with his smart phone.
He clicked Send.
Then he dialed a number.
The mysterious Park Avenue billionaire answered his phone in his luxurious New York City penthouse Park Avenue Apartment.
"The test subject for our experiment," the man from DARPA spoke, "the man with a medical history of severe allergic reaction to bee stings has died. This testing stage for our RoboBee seems to be a success. Now if we can make mechanical pollination successful, robotic bees can replace honey bees who are being killed off with the agricultural pesticides made by Monsanto and others. We'll have the power to grow food and, as has been shown in the video I just sent you, the power to kill. We'll have the power of life and death."
"We shall be as gods," the Park Avenue billionaire grinned with his reptilian teeth.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday June 9th
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Pan Goatee and The Twitter Serial Killing Body Part Scavenger Hunt
Pan Goatee and The Twitter Serial Killing Body Part Scavenger Hunt
Pan Goatee had returned to the U.S. after presiding over a privately commissioned killing spree in the Middle East.
Upon his return to Washington DC, he had heard on the news about scavenger hunts becoming all the rage on Twitter.
First someone in San Francisco had left hidden cash- $100 bills- in envelopes and then left clues to their whereabouts on their Twitter accounts.
The phenomenon then spread to Los Angeles, then Seattle and then Vancouver.
Then to cities all across North America.
Then some pothead in Vancouver started handing out free small grams of marijuana in envelopes and leaving Twitter clues to their whereabouts on their Twitter account HiddenWeedYVR.
So between HiddenCash Twitter account scavenger hunts and HiddenWeed Twitter account scavenger hunts, it was all the rage.
Pan Goatee thought that as a serial killer, he should start cutting up the bodies of his victims and leaving body parts at various locales in the DC area and leaving clues on a Twitter account.
So he started a Twitter account HiddenBodyPartsDC.
He had immense fun slashing up the body parts of his numerous victims.
He had a little more difficulty getting the body parts into envelopes.
To say nothing of the rash his tongue developed after licking all those envelopes shut.
He then hid the somewhat bulgy and bulky envelopes at various locales in the DC area.
He then posted clues on his HiddenBodyPartsDC Twitter account and watched the fun begin.
".... and as this increasingly bizarre social networking phenomenon takes hold, a fight between two grandmothers broke outside the gates of the White House today as both raging grannies fought to claim possession of a human head stuffed in an extra large envelope and placed between two of the gates..."
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday June 7th
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
Pan Goatee had returned to the U.S. after presiding over a privately commissioned killing spree in the Middle East.
Upon his return to Washington DC, he had heard on the news about scavenger hunts becoming all the rage on Twitter.
First someone in San Francisco had left hidden cash- $100 bills- in envelopes and then left clues to their whereabouts on their Twitter accounts.
The phenomenon then spread to Los Angeles, then Seattle and then Vancouver.
Then to cities all across North America.
Then some pothead in Vancouver started handing out free small grams of marijuana in envelopes and leaving Twitter clues to their whereabouts on their Twitter account HiddenWeedYVR.
So between HiddenCash Twitter account scavenger hunts and HiddenWeed Twitter account scavenger hunts, it was all the rage.
Pan Goatee thought that as a serial killer, he should start cutting up the bodies of his victims and leaving body parts at various locales in the DC area and leaving clues on a Twitter account.
So he started a Twitter account HiddenBodyPartsDC.
He had immense fun slashing up the body parts of his numerous victims.
He had a little more difficulty getting the body parts into envelopes.
To say nothing of the rash his tongue developed after licking all those envelopes shut.
He then hid the somewhat bulgy and bulky envelopes at various locales in the DC area.
He then posted clues on his HiddenBodyPartsDC Twitter account and watched the fun begin.
".... and as this increasingly bizarre social networking phenomenon takes hold, a fight between two grandmothers broke outside the gates of the White House today as both raging grannies fought to claim possession of a human head stuffed in an extra large envelope and placed between two of the gates..."
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday June 7th
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Renfield Dines Thrice In Paris
Renfield Dines Thrice In Paris
Renfield met with the Egyptian Vampiress Isis in her Parisienne apartment where he gave her Dr. Cadbury Rocher's 3-D printed copy of the ET gray's laser death ray gun.
Although of course Isis thought it was the original first edition ET gray's laser death ray gun.
Isis and Renfield enjoyed a lunch of watercress and French mermaid sandwiches together.
Then they had an afternoon of tantric sex.
Then Renfield left.
Renfield decided to shapeshift into a hamster and crash French President Francois Hollande's dinner party for U.S. President Barack Obama at the Chiberta Restaurant by the Arc de Triomphe.
French President Hollande was being forced to eat two meals in one evening.
First dinner with President Obama at the Chiberta.
And then what was being called a "late supper" with Russian President Vladimir Putin at the Élysée Palace.
The French President had ordered that a box load of laxatives be available at his bed side just before bedtime this evening.
And also a lovely blonde French maid looking nurse holding an enema in case even that didn't work.
"I'm not going to be ordering any cheese this evening," the French President told a shocked head waiter at the Chiberta Restaurant.
"Oh please, won't you order some cheese for me?" Renfield begged from under the table.
"Mon Dieu, a talking mouse!" Hollande exclaimed as he looked under the table.
Hollande was the sort of politician who wouldn't know his mouse from a hamster on the ground.
So he ordered a plate of cheese (much to the relief of the head waiter) and gave it to Renfield under the table.
Later Renfield enjoyed a plate of chocolate eclairs for dessert while hiding under the table at the Élysée Palace banquet room as Hollande dined with President Putin.
"Knowledge is power," Renfield laughed after an evening of eavesdropping.
"And overeating is agony," Renfield remarked as he pleaded for relief as he sat much later on his Bonaparte style French Imperial throne in the bathroom of his Paris hotel room.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday June 5th
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
Renfield met with the Egyptian Vampiress Isis in her Parisienne apartment where he gave her Dr. Cadbury Rocher's 3-D printed copy of the ET gray's laser death ray gun.
Although of course Isis thought it was the original first edition ET gray's laser death ray gun.
Isis and Renfield enjoyed a lunch of watercress and French mermaid sandwiches together.
Then they had an afternoon of tantric sex.
Then Renfield left.
Renfield decided to shapeshift into a hamster and crash French President Francois Hollande's dinner party for U.S. President Barack Obama at the Chiberta Restaurant by the Arc de Triomphe.
French President Hollande was being forced to eat two meals in one evening.
First dinner with President Obama at the Chiberta.
And then what was being called a "late supper" with Russian President Vladimir Putin at the Élysée Palace.
The French President had ordered that a box load of laxatives be available at his bed side just before bedtime this evening.
And also a lovely blonde French maid looking nurse holding an enema in case even that didn't work.
"I'm not going to be ordering any cheese this evening," the French President told a shocked head waiter at the Chiberta Restaurant.
"Oh please, won't you order some cheese for me?" Renfield begged from under the table.
"Mon Dieu, a talking mouse!" Hollande exclaimed as he looked under the table.
Hollande was the sort of politician who wouldn't know his mouse from a hamster on the ground.
So he ordered a plate of cheese (much to the relief of the head waiter) and gave it to Renfield under the table.
Later Renfield enjoyed a plate of chocolate eclairs for dessert while hiding under the table at the Élysée Palace banquet room as Hollande dined with President Putin.
"Knowledge is power," Renfield laughed after an evening of eavesdropping.
"And overeating is agony," Renfield remarked as he pleaded for relief as he sat much later on his Bonaparte style French Imperial throne in the bathroom of his Paris hotel room.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday June 5th
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Renfield's Copy of The Laser Death Ray Gun
Renfield's Copy of The Laser Death Ray Gun
Upon his return to the UK, Renfield took the ET gray's laser death ray gun to Dr. Cadbury Rocher at the Set Enterprises' Laboratory in London.
Set Enterprises' chief scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher had built the world's most advanced 3-D copier and printer.
Renfield would have the ET gray's laser death ray gun copied and then give the original to his boss the London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set.
The copy he would give to his Boss' rival the Paris-based Egyptian Vampiress Isis as payment for having received a fresh Seine River French mermaid sandwich and tantric sex from her to say nothing of several million euros being deposited from her in Renfield's numbered Swiss bank account.
As Dr. Rocher copied and printed up the ET gray's laser death ray gun, Renfield went into the lab to see what his friend Amadeus was doing.
Amadeus was busy playing with Michelangelo the world's first genetically created psychic lobster.
Michelangelo had the ability to enter people's dreams and reveal what they were dreaming by having his lobster antennae hooked up to a computer and then transmitting the visual data of the dream to the computer screen.
Michelangelo also had the ability to occasionally pick up radio transmissions from the future on his lobster antennae.
By hooking up his antennae to the computer, the radio transmission from the future would then be played on the computer's loud speakers.
Both Amadeus and Renfield enjoyed listening to radio news stories from the future.
"I think a transmission from the future is coming in now," Amadeus called out to Renfield.
The radio news announcer's voice could be heard on the computer's loud speakers as Michelangelo's lobster antennae picked up the transmission,
"... News of the couple's separation comes only days after Kanye West found Kim Kardashian in bed with Justin Bieber..."
"... Meanwhile funeral arrangements for Mr. Bieber..."
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday June 3rd
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
Upon his return to the UK, Renfield took the ET gray's laser death ray gun to Dr. Cadbury Rocher at the Set Enterprises' Laboratory in London.
Set Enterprises' chief scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher had built the world's most advanced 3-D copier and printer.
Renfield would have the ET gray's laser death ray gun copied and then give the original to his boss the London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set.
The copy he would give to his Boss' rival the Paris-based Egyptian Vampiress Isis as payment for having received a fresh Seine River French mermaid sandwich and tantric sex from her to say nothing of several million euros being deposited from her in Renfield's numbered Swiss bank account.
As Dr. Rocher copied and printed up the ET gray's laser death ray gun, Renfield went into the lab to see what his friend Amadeus was doing.
Amadeus was busy playing with Michelangelo the world's first genetically created psychic lobster.
Michelangelo had the ability to enter people's dreams and reveal what they were dreaming by having his lobster antennae hooked up to a computer and then transmitting the visual data of the dream to the computer screen.
Michelangelo also had the ability to occasionally pick up radio transmissions from the future on his lobster antennae.
By hooking up his antennae to the computer, the radio transmission from the future would then be played on the computer's loud speakers.
Both Amadeus and Renfield enjoyed listening to radio news stories from the future.
"I think a transmission from the future is coming in now," Amadeus called out to Renfield.
The radio news announcer's voice could be heard on the computer's loud speakers as Michelangelo's lobster antennae picked up the transmission,
"... News of the couple's separation comes only days after Kanye West found Kim Kardashian in bed with Justin Bieber..."
"... Meanwhile funeral arrangements for Mr. Bieber..."
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday June 3rd
2014.
Sent from my iPhone
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