Lilith In Cyprus
The Israeli Mossad agent called the Controller of The Golem was on the island of Cyprus.
Russian President Vladimir Putin had signed an agreement with Cypriot President Nicos Anastasiades to grant Russia's Navy access to Cypriot ports.
They were also negotiating the possibility of Russia using an air base on Cyprus.
The Controller of The Golem was here because he felt there was more to these negotiations than meets the eye.
As he walked the streets, he noticed a beautiful red-headed woman in a lavender green evening dress.
He immediately recognized her as the ancient Babylonian Vampiress Lilith.
What he wondered was she doing here?
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 25th
2015.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Anubis In Rome
Anubis In Rome
It was night time.
And the Egyptian jackal- headed god Anubis was walking the streets of Rome.
He was here because he had heard that the ancient Egyptian deity Osiris was now living here and he hoped to speak to him.
Anubis' jackal head was a metallic cyborg looking jackal head.
He was stopped on the streets of Rome by some science-fiction loving nerd who still lived in his parents' basement (as original Star Trek TV series star William Shatner once observed about all science-fiction loving nerds) who asked him for his autograph.
Anubis signed a piece of paper for the man and the science-fiction loving nerd expressed surprise that he looked so much like the Anubis depicted in the movie Stargate with his metallic cyborg looking jackal head.
Anubis walked on.
He had never seen the movie Stargate.
The reason he had a metallic cyborg looking jackal head was because a couple of weeks ago he had made the mistake of visiting Libya where he had been captured by ISIS (the Islamist terrorist group not the ancient Egyptian goddess) who thought he was a Coptic Christian and beheaded his original flesh-and-blood jackal head.
What low intelligence these ISIS supporters must have, Anubis thought at the time.
Mistaking him an ancient Egyptian deity for a Coptic Christian.
Since he was a super vampiric super immortal, the act of beheading him did not kill him.
Instead he took his severed head and flew to London (much to the discomfort of flight attendants and his fellow passengers) and then clandestinely met Dr. Cadbury Rocher who was the chief research scientist for the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set aka the ancient Egyptian god of storms, the desert, chaos and war.
The meeting was clandestine because Anubis didn't want Dr. Rocher's boss Set to know about it.
Anubis' severed head had deteriorated somewhat by the time it reached Dr. Rocher.
So Dr. Rocher put it in a special chemical solution for preservation until he had figured out a way it could be repaired.
In the meantime, Dr. Rocher gave Anubis a metallic cyborg looking jackal head as a replacement.
Dr. Rocher had obviously seen the movie Stargate, Anubis thought to himself as he walked the streets of Rome in search of Osiris.
His metallic cyborg eyes weren't as good as his natural jackal eyes Anubis thought to himself as he bumped into a street lamp and asked it, "Excuse me but are you Osiris by any chance?".
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday February 24th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
It was night time.
And the Egyptian jackal- headed god Anubis was walking the streets of Rome.
He was here because he had heard that the ancient Egyptian deity Osiris was now living here and he hoped to speak to him.
Anubis' jackal head was a metallic cyborg looking jackal head.
He was stopped on the streets of Rome by some science-fiction loving nerd who still lived in his parents' basement (as original Star Trek TV series star William Shatner once observed about all science-fiction loving nerds) who asked him for his autograph.
Anubis signed a piece of paper for the man and the science-fiction loving nerd expressed surprise that he looked so much like the Anubis depicted in the movie Stargate with his metallic cyborg looking jackal head.
Anubis walked on.
He had never seen the movie Stargate.
The reason he had a metallic cyborg looking jackal head was because a couple of weeks ago he had made the mistake of visiting Libya where he had been captured by ISIS (the Islamist terrorist group not the ancient Egyptian goddess) who thought he was a Coptic Christian and beheaded his original flesh-and-blood jackal head.
What low intelligence these ISIS supporters must have, Anubis thought at the time.
Mistaking him an ancient Egyptian deity for a Coptic Christian.
Since he was a super vampiric super immortal, the act of beheading him did not kill him.
Instead he took his severed head and flew to London (much to the discomfort of flight attendants and his fellow passengers) and then clandestinely met Dr. Cadbury Rocher who was the chief research scientist for the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set aka the ancient Egyptian god of storms, the desert, chaos and war.
The meeting was clandestine because Anubis didn't want Dr. Rocher's boss Set to know about it.
Anubis' severed head had deteriorated somewhat by the time it reached Dr. Rocher.
So Dr. Rocher put it in a special chemical solution for preservation until he had figured out a way it could be repaired.
In the meantime, Dr. Rocher gave Anubis a metallic cyborg looking jackal head as a replacement.
Dr. Rocher had obviously seen the movie Stargate, Anubis thought to himself as he walked the streets of Rome in search of Osiris.
His metallic cyborg eyes weren't as good as his natural jackal eyes Anubis thought to himself as he bumped into a street lamp and asked it, "Excuse me but are you Osiris by any chance?".
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday February 24th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Monday, February 23, 2015
Pan Goatee's Rap Song
Pan Goatee's Rap Song
The genetically created half- man half goat satyr serial killer Pan Goatee who worked as a hired assassin for the U.S. government had some spare time on his hands so he decided to write his own rap song about the upcoming lunar new year the Year of the Ram:
Hey how's it going my friends
don't swim too deep
or you'll get the bends
They call this new year the Year of the Ram
which I'll toast
with peanut butter and jam
Now some say it's the Year of the Sheep
the creature who followed Little Bo Peep
others like me say that it's the Year of the Goat
you better agree or I'll slash your throat.
Now the god Pan's death was announced to Tiberius on the isle of Capri
I'll continue rapping as I take this pee
and as you can see the god Pan is back from the dead
So don't act like your eyes be full of lead
I am he, you fools
I've got the tools
Goats' hooves for feet
which is kind of neat
and I've also got furry goats' legs
while my human arms carry these beer kegs
Yep, Pan is back
out of the sack
and I'm here to raise Hell
now ain't that swell?
-A Pan Goatee rap song
written by Christopher
for his vampire novel
Monday February 23rd
2015.
The genetically created half- man half goat satyr serial killer Pan Goatee who worked as a hired assassin for the U.S. government had some spare time on his hands so he decided to write his own rap song about the upcoming lunar new year the Year of the Ram:
Hey how's it going my friends
don't swim too deep
or you'll get the bends
They call this new year the Year of the Ram
which I'll toast
with peanut butter and jam
Now some say it's the Year of the Sheep
the creature who followed Little Bo Peep
others like me say that it's the Year of the Goat
you better agree or I'll slash your throat.
Now the god Pan's death was announced to Tiberius on the isle of Capri
I'll continue rapping as I take this pee
and as you can see the god Pan is back from the dead
So don't act like your eyes be full of lead
I am he, you fools
I've got the tools
Goats' hooves for feet
which is kind of neat
and I've also got furry goats' legs
while my human arms carry these beer kegs
Yep, Pan is back
out of the sack
and I'm here to raise Hell
now ain't that swell?
-A Pan Goatee rap song
written by Christopher
for his vampire novel
Monday February 23rd
2015.
Friday, February 20, 2015
Anubis In London
Anubis In London
Quite often when Renfield R. Renfield was on his walks through downtown London, he'd encounter a homeless person who often wore a cardboard sign around his neck sporting a clever slogan in hopes that this would inspire people to give him money.
He of course had given up on Renfield ever giving him money a long long time ago.
Today however Renfield noticed the man wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that sported the slogan NOT DEAD YET.
Renfield was so impressed by the slogan, he actually reached into his pocket...
... while the homeless man blinked in sheer astonishment...
... and pulled out...
... a gun...
... and shot him...
Renfield then stood over the body and used a felt marker pen to cross out the words NOT DEAD YET and wrote I AM NOW.
He then walked into a pub that made a particularly good steak and beef heart pie to buy one to take home.
As he walked out of the pub, he noticed a figure wearing a metallic cyborg looking jackal head standing over the homeless man and cutting out his heart.
As the figure stood up and walked past Renfield, the metallic cyborg looking jackal head bore the facial features of the ancient Egyptian god Anubis.
"Wow, that's weird," Renfield thought to himself as he bit into his steak and beef heart pie, "I didn't know Anubis was a cyborg."
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday February 20th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Quite often when Renfield R. Renfield was on his walks through downtown London, he'd encounter a homeless person who often wore a cardboard sign around his neck sporting a clever slogan in hopes that this would inspire people to give him money.
He of course had given up on Renfield ever giving him money a long long time ago.
Today however Renfield noticed the man wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that sported the slogan NOT DEAD YET.
Renfield was so impressed by the slogan, he actually reached into his pocket...
... while the homeless man blinked in sheer astonishment...
... and pulled out...
... a gun...
... and shot him...
Renfield then stood over the body and used a felt marker pen to cross out the words NOT DEAD YET and wrote I AM NOW.
He then walked into a pub that made a particularly good steak and beef heart pie to buy one to take home.
As he walked out of the pub, he noticed a figure wearing a metallic cyborg looking jackal head standing over the homeless man and cutting out his heart.
As the figure stood up and walked past Renfield, the metallic cyborg looking jackal head bore the facial features of the ancient Egyptian god Anubis.
"Wow, that's weird," Renfield thought to himself as he bit into his steak and beef heart pie, "I didn't know Anubis was a cyborg."
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday February 20th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Renfield and Nimrod
Renfield and Nimrod
Renfield R. Renfield was spending Ash Wednesday by heavily smoking tons of cigarettes and spilling ash all over the living room carpet which no doubt would upset Athelstan (the butler and valet to their employer the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set) when he discovered it.
He was also busy hacking into the computers of the NSA (America's National Security Agency) to discover what they were up to.
"Great Heavens," Renfield exclaimed to his friend and fellow co-employee Amadeus Emanon, "the NSA have apparently got Nimrod's perfectly preserved dead body in one of their secret labs outside Washington DC."
"Nimrod from the Old Testament?" Amadeus looked up, "The guy who built the Tower of Babel?".
"The same," Renfield sampled an Iraqi tuna fish sandwich from his delicatessen bought multicultural tuna fish sandwich plate featuring tuna fish sandwiches from all over the globe.
"And the body is perfectly preserved, you say?" Amadeus was shocked.
"Yes," Renfield nodded, "it was apparently found in a U.F.O. that had crashed in the Arctic seas not far from the northern Canadian hamlet of Tuktoyaktuk last December."
(For more on the background on the U.F.O. crash near Tuktoyaktuk, please read here:
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2014/12/12/u-f-o-crash-in-the-high-arctic/
)
"So Nimrod was in a U.F.O and it was the crash that killed him?" Amadeus wondered inwardly what that would do to the U.F.O. craft's owner's interplanetary vehicular insurance rates- they'd probably rise out of this world.
"Apparently," Renfield looked at his computer, "so Nimrod must have been taken up into the heavens like Enoch and Elijah were. Only the Bible didn't mention Nimrod's trip into the heavens."
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 18th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Renfield R. Renfield was spending Ash Wednesday by heavily smoking tons of cigarettes and spilling ash all over the living room carpet which no doubt would upset Athelstan (the butler and valet to their employer the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set) when he discovered it.
He was also busy hacking into the computers of the NSA (America's National Security Agency) to discover what they were up to.
"Great Heavens," Renfield exclaimed to his friend and fellow co-employee Amadeus Emanon, "the NSA have apparently got Nimrod's perfectly preserved dead body in one of their secret labs outside Washington DC."
"Nimrod from the Old Testament?" Amadeus looked up, "The guy who built the Tower of Babel?".
"The same," Renfield sampled an Iraqi tuna fish sandwich from his delicatessen bought multicultural tuna fish sandwich plate featuring tuna fish sandwiches from all over the globe.
"And the body is perfectly preserved, you say?" Amadeus was shocked.
"Yes," Renfield nodded, "it was apparently found in a U.F.O. that had crashed in the Arctic seas not far from the northern Canadian hamlet of Tuktoyaktuk last December."
(For more on the background on the U.F.O. crash near Tuktoyaktuk, please read here:
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2014/12/12/u-f-o-crash-in-the-high-arctic/
)
"So Nimrod was in a U.F.O and it was the crash that killed him?" Amadeus wondered inwardly what that would do to the U.F.O. craft's owner's interplanetary vehicular insurance rates- they'd probably rise out of this world.
"Apparently," Renfield looked at his computer, "so Nimrod must have been taken up into the heavens like Enoch and Elijah were. Only the Bible didn't mention Nimrod's trip into the heavens."
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 18th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Whose Secret Weapon?
Whose Secret Weapon?
Russian President Vladimir Putin was in his office in Moscow getting a briefing on the ceasefire in eastern Ukraine.
"Mr. President," the head of the Russian FSB spoke, "the illegal rogue government in Kiev has a new secret weapon that's been attacking our troops... I mean... our allies."
"Secret weapon?" Putin perked up his ears.
"Yes, a werewolf, believe it or not," the FSB head grimaced, "Fortunately our side has a few silver bullets in our arsenal to protect against American witchcraft. We've fired but sadly have missed the mark."
. . .
Ukrainian President Petro Poroshenko was in his office in Kiev getting a briefing on how the ceasefire was holding up in eastern Ukraine.
"Mr. President," the Minister of Defence spoke, "Russian troops posing as volunteers have a new secret weapon that's been attacking our troops- a werewolf."
"A werewolf?" Poroshenko dropped a perogie off his fork.
"Yes," the Minister of Defence took a sip of tea in an effort to show the cabinet that he had not been drinking anything stronger, "Fortunately our side have a few silver bullets in our arsenal to protect against Siberian shamanic witchcraft. We've fired but sadly have missed the mark."
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday February 17th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Russian President Vladimir Putin was in his office in Moscow getting a briefing on the ceasefire in eastern Ukraine.
"Mr. President," the head of the Russian FSB spoke, "the illegal rogue government in Kiev has a new secret weapon that's been attacking our troops... I mean... our allies."
"Secret weapon?" Putin perked up his ears.
"Yes, a werewolf, believe it or not," the FSB head grimaced, "Fortunately our side has a few silver bullets in our arsenal to protect against American witchcraft. We've fired but sadly have missed the mark."
. . .
Ukrainian President Petro Poroshenko was in his office in Kiev getting a briefing on how the ceasefire was holding up in eastern Ukraine.
"Mr. President," the Minister of Defence spoke, "Russian troops posing as volunteers have a new secret weapon that's been attacking our troops- a werewolf."
"A werewolf?" Poroshenko dropped a perogie off his fork.
"Yes," the Minister of Defence took a sip of tea in an effort to show the cabinet that he had not been drinking anything stronger, "Fortunately our side have a few silver bullets in our arsenal to protect against Siberian shamanic witchcraft. We've fired but sadly have missed the mark."
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday February 17th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Monday, February 16, 2015
Lepardia Marango Gets Email From Magog
Lepardia Marango Gets Email From Magog
Lepardia Marango the cultural attaché at the South African Embassy in London had just received an email from her sometimes dating companion the far left British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley.
The backbench Opposition MP from Wales was serving as an international observer for the new ceasefire that had just come into effect in eastern Ukraine.
In the email, Magog Rhys Petley had written that he was coming under fire from both sides- Ukrainian and Russian.
He said both Ukrainian government troops and pro-Russian rebel forces were firing silver bullets at him.
Why, she wondered, were both sides firing SILVER bullets at him?
One would think that he was a werewolf or something, Lepardia thought as she sipped her buttermilk.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday February 16th
2015.
Lepardia Marango the cultural attaché at the South African Embassy in London had just received an email from her sometimes dating companion the far left British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley.
The backbench Opposition MP from Wales was serving as an international observer for the new ceasefire that had just come into effect in eastern Ukraine.
In the email, Magog Rhys Petley had written that he was coming under fire from both sides- Ukrainian and Russian.
He said both Ukrainian government troops and pro-Russian rebel forces were firing silver bullets at him.
Why, she wondered, were both sides firing SILVER bullets at him?
One would think that he was a werewolf or something, Lepardia thought as she sipped her buttermilk.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday February 16th
2015.
Friday, February 13, 2015
King Solomon's Treasure
King Solomon's Treasure
The Mossad agent they called the Controller of The Golem was going to the site of an Israeli archaeological dig.
Normally an archaeological dig wasn't considered a matter of Israeli national security but this was an exception namely because of what was found and where the dig was clandestinely taking place at a very politically and religiously sensitive site.
The discovery itself had been made in a deep subterranean cavern at the site on June 6thof last year at the ungodly hour of 6 AM.
News of the find had still not been made public for obvious reasons.
Aside from those working on the dig (who had been sworn to secrecy), very few in Israel actually knew of the find.
The President of Israel and the Prime Minister of Israel knew of the find.
Most of the Israeli cabinet itself did not.
Most of those in government did not know of the find.
Most of those in the Israeli Army did not know of the find.
Most of those in the Israeli intelligence community did not.
The Controller of The Golem himself did not know of it until New Year's Day this year.
He was assigned to check it out and oversee the final cataloging of the items that were found.
. . .
The subterranean cavern itself was large and spacious.
It would have to be.
Considering what it contained.
"So as you can see," the team's head archaeologist Dr. Samuel Reubenstein told the Controller of the Golem, "modern biblical scholarship which had maintained that the claim 'he was the richest man who had ever lived' was just an exaggeration and a myth will itself have to be rewritten."
"How much would you say all this stuff is worth?" The Controller of the Golem asked as he looked at the huge quantity of valuables that quite literally went on for miles and miles in the long extensive cavern.
"At today's market value," Dr. Reubenstein replied, "Trillions and trillions and trillions. Would definitely make Bill Gates look like a pauper by comparison at any rate."
The Controller of The Golem shook his head in disbelief at what he was seeing...
... King Solomon's treasures.
. . .
As Pope Francis prayed in the chapel, he was haunted by a thought which had entered his mind yesterday and seemed to linger there ever since.
Had the Consecration of Russia been properly done like what was requested by the Blessed Virgin Mary at Fatima in 1917?
The world had been consecrated to Mary's Immaculate Heart several times but never Russia specifically by name.
Mary had told Sister Lucy (the only one of the 3 shepherd children at Fatima who had lived on into adulthood) that the Consecration would eventually be done but that it would be late.
What, Francis wondered, did She mean by late?
What would have happened that would cause one to think it had been done late?
How late?
Too late?
. . .
Russian President Vladimir Putin sat in his office in the Kremlin at night.
It was late.
He looked at the old clock ticking on the wall.
Very late.
He looked outside the window of his Kremlin office and took in the night sky over Moscow with its intense darkness.
Too late.
The Russian President rubbed his eyes and looked at the document in front of him.
The document that told the state of the Russian economy as it truly was.
It was even worse than what the government had admitted in public through the media.
Western sanctions.
And the drastic fall in oil prices.
Together the two had dealt a crippling blow to the Russian economy from which the country might not recover for a very very long time.
And what would this do to his place in history?
That he would not be recognized as the truly great leader that Vladimir Putin knew in his heart that he truly was?
Putin took another document from his folder.
This one from a sleeper agent.
Russia had had sleeper agents in various countries throughout the world for a very very long time now.
Since the days of Lenin and Stalin and the old Soviet Union.
This document was from a long-time sleeper agent in the State of Israel.
One who had worked his way up to a position of very great trust and high responsibility within the Israeli state.
With access to all of Israel's deepest and darkest secrets.
The Russian President looked at the photos in the document.
And seethed with jealousy at the items he saw that had been found in this unpublicized Israeli archaeological dig.
Putin felt extremely covetous at what he saw.
The words of Britain's great World War II statesmen Sir Winston Churchill went through his mind, "Desperate times require desperate measures."
He walked over to another desk while still holding the document with the photos and remained oblivious to the fact that the beautifully arranged lilies of the field flowers in pots on this desk had died due to the fact he had never bothered to water them.
Lilies of the field of whom a Man a long long time ago had said, "I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these."
. . .
Ripped pages of an old Bible (that had been given intact to a homeless man by a western missionary) blew along the streets of Moscow.
The man had used the pages of the Bible to make himself a fire.
Some of the ripped pages had blown away in a sudden wind and were being carried through the streets of the Russian capital.
A scrap of paper bearing part of a verse from Ezekiel Chapter 38 verse 13 blew against the window of Putin's Kremlin office as he gazed down on the world in eaglesque fashion like a Roman Emperor of old.
The Russian leader was oblivious to the scrap of paper that was held by the wind against the window for a minute.
The words on the scrap of paper that read, "Art thou come to take a spoil? hast thou gathered thy company to take a prey? to carry away silver and gold, to take away cattle and goods, to take a great spoil?".
The Russian leader then clenched his fists as his mind came to a firm and resolute decision on the matter.
The scrap of paper was then blown away by the wind in a southernly direction.
As if it was a tiny foreshadowing of a great tempest to come.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday February 13th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
The Mossad agent they called the Controller of The Golem was going to the site of an Israeli archaeological dig.
Normally an archaeological dig wasn't considered a matter of Israeli national security but this was an exception namely because of what was found and where the dig was clandestinely taking place at a very politically and religiously sensitive site.
The discovery itself had been made in a deep subterranean cavern at the site on June 6thof last year at the ungodly hour of 6 AM.
News of the find had still not been made public for obvious reasons.
Aside from those working on the dig (who had been sworn to secrecy), very few in Israel actually knew of the find.
The President of Israel and the Prime Minister of Israel knew of the find.
Most of the Israeli cabinet itself did not.
Most of those in government did not know of the find.
Most of those in the Israeli Army did not know of the find.
Most of those in the Israeli intelligence community did not.
The Controller of The Golem himself did not know of it until New Year's Day this year.
He was assigned to check it out and oversee the final cataloging of the items that were found.
. . .
The subterranean cavern itself was large and spacious.
It would have to be.
Considering what it contained.
"So as you can see," the team's head archaeologist Dr. Samuel Reubenstein told the Controller of the Golem, "modern biblical scholarship which had maintained that the claim 'he was the richest man who had ever lived' was just an exaggeration and a myth will itself have to be rewritten."
"How much would you say all this stuff is worth?" The Controller of the Golem asked as he looked at the huge quantity of valuables that quite literally went on for miles and miles in the long extensive cavern.
"At today's market value," Dr. Reubenstein replied, "Trillions and trillions and trillions. Would definitely make Bill Gates look like a pauper by comparison at any rate."
The Controller of The Golem shook his head in disbelief at what he was seeing...
... King Solomon's treasures.
. . .
As Pope Francis prayed in the chapel, he was haunted by a thought which had entered his mind yesterday and seemed to linger there ever since.
Had the Consecration of Russia been properly done like what was requested by the Blessed Virgin Mary at Fatima in 1917?
The world had been consecrated to Mary's Immaculate Heart several times but never Russia specifically by name.
Mary had told Sister Lucy (the only one of the 3 shepherd children at Fatima who had lived on into adulthood) that the Consecration would eventually be done but that it would be late.
What, Francis wondered, did She mean by late?
What would have happened that would cause one to think it had been done late?
How late?
Too late?
. . .
Russian President Vladimir Putin sat in his office in the Kremlin at night.
It was late.
He looked at the old clock ticking on the wall.
Very late.
He looked outside the window of his Kremlin office and took in the night sky over Moscow with its intense darkness.
Too late.
The Russian President rubbed his eyes and looked at the document in front of him.
The document that told the state of the Russian economy as it truly was.
It was even worse than what the government had admitted in public through the media.
Western sanctions.
And the drastic fall in oil prices.
Together the two had dealt a crippling blow to the Russian economy from which the country might not recover for a very very long time.
And what would this do to his place in history?
That he would not be recognized as the truly great leader that Vladimir Putin knew in his heart that he truly was?
Putin took another document from his folder.
This one from a sleeper agent.
Russia had had sleeper agents in various countries throughout the world for a very very long time now.
Since the days of Lenin and Stalin and the old Soviet Union.
This document was from a long-time sleeper agent in the State of Israel.
One who had worked his way up to a position of very great trust and high responsibility within the Israeli state.
With access to all of Israel's deepest and darkest secrets.
The Russian President looked at the photos in the document.
And seethed with jealousy at the items he saw that had been found in this unpublicized Israeli archaeological dig.
Putin felt extremely covetous at what he saw.
The words of Britain's great World War II statesmen Sir Winston Churchill went through his mind, "Desperate times require desperate measures."
He walked over to another desk while still holding the document with the photos and remained oblivious to the fact that the beautifully arranged lilies of the field flowers in pots on this desk had died due to the fact he had never bothered to water them.
Lilies of the field of whom a Man a long long time ago had said, "I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these."
. . .
Ripped pages of an old Bible (that had been given intact to a homeless man by a western missionary) blew along the streets of Moscow.
The man had used the pages of the Bible to make himself a fire.
Some of the ripped pages had blown away in a sudden wind and were being carried through the streets of the Russian capital.
A scrap of paper bearing part of a verse from Ezekiel Chapter 38 verse 13 blew against the window of Putin's Kremlin office as he gazed down on the world in eaglesque fashion like a Roman Emperor of old.
The Russian leader was oblivious to the scrap of paper that was held by the wind against the window for a minute.
The words on the scrap of paper that read, "Art thou come to take a spoil? hast thou gathered thy company to take a prey? to carry away silver and gold, to take away cattle and goods, to take a great spoil?".
The Russian leader then clenched his fists as his mind came to a firm and resolute decision on the matter.
The scrap of paper was then blown away by the wind in a southernly direction.
As if it was a tiny foreshadowing of a great tempest to come.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday February 13th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Fifty Shades of Grey Meets Taylor Swift At London Art Gallery
Fifty Shades of Grey Meets Taylor Swift At London Art Gallery
Renfield R. Renfield was bothered by the fact that he still hadn't received a reply from Buckingham Palace for the letter he wrote asking them why his name wasn't included in the Queen's New Year's Honours List for this year as Renfield felt he really and truly deserved a knighthood in his own humble opinion.
So Renfield decided to build up publicity for himself among the City of London establishment by getting involved in a charity event for the London Society For The Support of The Arts.
The event was held at a private art gallery in the City of London- the Cirillo Gallery.
Participants were asked to produce works of art that would then be sold at a silent charity auction on the night of the charity event.
Renfield submitted two items- one for the oil painting category and one for the short music video put on DVD category.
For the oil painting category, Renfield painted a very abstract expressionistic painting of the portrait of Dorian Gray (based on Oscar Wilde's famous novel) that he called 50 Shades of Gray.
For the short music video category, he had covertly shot film footage (with a hidden camera) that he set to the music and voice of Taylor Swift singing "Boys only want love if it's torture" showing a male British Conservative cabinet minister getting spanked on the bare buttocks while lying over the knee of a tight leather skirt and spiked stiletto wearing beautiful female dominatrix.
The said British Conservative cabinet minister suddenly found himself out of the cabinet and sitting on a large fluffy pillow on the Conservative Party backbenches in Parliament the day after the charity auction.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 11th
2015.
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Renfield R. Renfield was bothered by the fact that he still hadn't received a reply from Buckingham Palace for the letter he wrote asking them why his name wasn't included in the Queen's New Year's Honours List for this year as Renfield felt he really and truly deserved a knighthood in his own humble opinion.
So Renfield decided to build up publicity for himself among the City of London establishment by getting involved in a charity event for the London Society For The Support of The Arts.
The event was held at a private art gallery in the City of London- the Cirillo Gallery.
Participants were asked to produce works of art that would then be sold at a silent charity auction on the night of the charity event.
Renfield submitted two items- one for the oil painting category and one for the short music video put on DVD category.
For the oil painting category, Renfield painted a very abstract expressionistic painting of the portrait of Dorian Gray (based on Oscar Wilde's famous novel) that he called 50 Shades of Gray.
For the short music video category, he had covertly shot film footage (with a hidden camera) that he set to the music and voice of Taylor Swift singing "Boys only want love if it's torture" showing a male British Conservative cabinet minister getting spanked on the bare buttocks while lying over the knee of a tight leather skirt and spiked stiletto wearing beautiful female dominatrix.
The said British Conservative cabinet minister suddenly found himself out of the cabinet and sitting on a large fluffy pillow on the Conservative Party backbenches in Parliament the day after the charity auction.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday February 11th
2015.
Sent from my iPhone
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