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Monthly free reads time is here. For November, our free reads selection includes graphic sexual content. So viewer discretion advised (and all that jazz). In other words, if you’re under 18, and your parent catches you reading this, don’t blame me. On with the free reads.
by Louise Bohmer
She lay back against the fine, human leather of her pleasure throne, as he strapped her in. He clamped metallic ribbons around her wrists and ankles, and then stood back to admire his handiwork. Plump, violet lips spread in a wicked grin for him.
“Shall I pop it in?” Cocking a sideways smile back, he flipped the prismatic disc in his nimble fingers.
The organic porn computer squealed as he approached. He flicked his tongue over the white, CD-ROM label, teasing the squirming machine. Sliding the circular phallus into its quivering drive, he let the AI whore enclose him in its glistening, rubbery VR transmission pod.
His lover winked from her sex-toy chair, and lowered her screeching VR visor. Organic head-units excited easily, and often finished before fornication started. Thanks to sleek, savvy design, its premature ejaculation did not affect the wearer’s pleasure, however.
He coiled a well-veined hand around his cock, closed his eyes, and let the fantasy bleed into her mind.
She moaned and arched her back. Blue flames slithered up her thighs and hovered, in an electric halo, around her body.
Pump … One, two, three. He felt his balls lifting up inside of him.
The thick, silver dildo parted the seat of her chair. Came up between her legs like some arcane, fertility god from a lost civilization.
The computer reached down, and grabbed his penis with anxious cables. His hand fell away, and he let the binary pervert work him with its ropy caress.
She let out a cry, as the synthetic cock entered her.
The plastic-coated tentacles stroked him faster. He bucked under their artful touch, and watched her while the cold, lifeless grip pleasured him. He wondered who she was dreaming of this time.
He wondered when she had first started hating him. When did her cum-stained throne replace his love?
Before he heard the scream, he smelled the burning flesh.
The vibrator bulged as it fucked her harder. She twitched in her manacles, eyes wide with fear, as the shining phallus expanded more with each frantic thrust.
He tried to yank away from the embrace of the AI porn unit, but it held him close, cooing digital flirtations in his ear. Promising him more, and better, pleasure than the human bitch could ever offer. He relaxed his struggle.
She spied the surrender in his face. He saw it in her expression; like a child betrayed. She lurched forward in her steel cuffs, but to no avail.
The sound of her death was wet and anticlimactic. The rock hard vibrator jutted through her burst stomach, decorated with an offering of entrails, and assorted inner meats.
His sympathy for her was brief. But he hoped, at least, she came before she exploded.
Copyright © 2011 Louise Bohmer. All rights reserved. No part of this short story may be distributed, shared, or posted online without the author’s written permission.
Want more horrifying Louise fiction? Why not check out Old School? Fourteen short tales offered by David Dunwoody, Jackie Gamber, R. Scott McCoy,Natalie L. Sin, Horace James, Gregory L. Hall, and Louise Bohmer, all tied together by selected poems from Zombie Zak – Old School reminds one of terrors best not forgotten.
Within these pages, evil children terrorize, witches gather the teeth of the young, cosmic blobs eat the world, while creepy crawlies ruin a man’s life and a headless ghost seeks revenge. Wander down this spooky path with poems and stories that revive our nightmares about golems, harpies, and other creatures.
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Kate Jonez recently posted the list of contributors for the Detritus anthology, and its line up promises to be a treat for readers. For those of you who don’t remember the theme behind the Detritus anthology, here’s a recap: tales about the impulse to collect gone terribly awry.
Detritus Anthology Contributors
Brent Kelly: Ride
Edmund Colell: Shrieking Gauze
Jeremy Shipp: Chewed up
Kealan Patrick Burke: The Room Beneath the Stairs
Lee Widener: Let Them Into Your Heart
L.S. Murphy: The Tick-Tock Heart
Louise Bohmer: Armoire
Mary Borsellino: Shots and Cuts
Michael Colangelo: Arkitektur
Michael Montoure: Heroes and Villains
Neil Davies: Candy Lady
Opal Edgar: Crawling Insect Life
Pete Clark: In His Own Graven Image
Phil Hickes :Mrs. Grainger’s Animal Emporium
S.P Miskowski: The Highest and the Sweetest
I’m tickled to be included in such great writer company. I hope you enjoy my contribution to the Detritus anthology, Armoire. The story of a magickally gifted (or cursed) young woman with a cabinet of curiosities.
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This originally appeared on Ms. Jodi Lee’s blog, but for those of you who missed Oak Island Money Pit Mystery then, here it is once more.
Oak Island Money Pit Mystery
While Dad and Mom told me the Maritimes were rich in history and folklore, I never really learned any of the stories until I moved here about five years ago. The Money Pit of Oak Island, located in Mahone Bay off the southern shore of Nova Scotia, is one of those Maritimes’ locations rich in folklore and a strange, sketchy history.
The fable of the pit’s discovery goes as such: A young man by the name of Daniel McGinnis was walking through the oaks one day, when he came across an oak with a block and tackle dangling from a sturdy branch. Beneath the block and tackle, he found a round indentation in the earth, indicating someone had dug up the ground in this spot before. With two friends, Daniel set to work digging up the earth within this depression.
Just below the surface, the young men found flagstones blocking their excavation. Daniel and his small crew set about removing these and went back to digging. At ten feet, they found a layer of oak logs jammed into the walls of the pit. They continued to find these log layers at ten foot intervals, as the pit grew into a deep shaft with no end in sight. The young men soon realized they would require more than a three man crew and some picks to uncover what waited below. Abandoning their excavation, they sailed back to the mainland, promising they would return when they had the funds and manpower.
Eight years after his 1795 discovery, Daniel McGinnis is said to have returned to Oak Island with his three friends. This time, they accompanied The Onslow Company, according to some accounts as hired hands, according to others as part of the company. This excavation would unearth more layers of logs, as well as a layer of charcoal at forty feet, a layer of putty at fifty feet, and a layer of coconut fiber at sixty feet. At ninety feet, they uncovered a cryptic stone, not native to Nova Scotia, that served to heighten the mystery surrounding this strange pit. However, the pit would flood not long after discovery of this stone, and the company was forced to leave the island none the richer, when their efforts at bailing the water from the pit proved fruitless.
The symbols on the stone were eventually cracked and translated. The stone cipher is purported to read: “Forty feet below two million pounds are buried.” However, the cipher stone, much like the Oak Island Money Pit, is shrouded in mystery. No one really knows what happened to the stone, although the symbols are recorded, in part, in a book by Edward Rowe Snow, entitled True Tales of Buried Treasure. Some accounts say one of the young men involved in the initial discovery of the pit, a John Smith, took the stone and used it as a back for his fireplace. Other reports say the stone now resides in front of a Halifax book binding shop, used as a doorstep. The symbols inscribed on the stone are recorded in full in the Nova Scotia Archives. This full inscription was sent to author Barry Fell, and he revealed a different translation behind the symbols. He found the symbols resembled those used by an early sect of Christians called the Copts, and he translated the message as a religious one, saying “the people needed to remember their god, or else they would perish.”
For over 200 years, treasure seekers have journeyed to Oak Island, seeking the mystery buried in the elusive money pit. Fortunes have been squandered, and six lives have been lost in this quest to find what lies at the bottom of the Oak Island Money Pit. Digs continue to this day, but, after December 31, 2010 the Nova Scotia Department of Natural Resources/Tourism, Culture and Heritage will repeal the Treasure Trove Act, replacing it with the Oak Island Act. It is speculated this act will end all treasure hunting for commercial purposes on the island.
Theories abound about Oak Island and what lies at the bottom of the money pit. Some believe the pit is not a manmade structure at all, but rather a natural sinkhole connected to underground caves, as the island does lie on a glacial tumulus system. In 1995, the only scientific study of the pit was conducted by the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution. They concluded the flooding of the pit, purported by theorist to be the result of elaborate, man-made flood tunnels, was a natural occurrence resulting from an interaction between the island freshwater reservoir and tidal pressures in the geologic structure beneath. However, photos taken via underwater camera, and man-made artifacts found on the island, make treasure seekers question the natural phenomenon theory. Although, these artifacts could have been left by prior treasure seekers over the years, and, according to some skeptics, the photos taken underwater remain inconclusive.
The purported treasure has been speculated to be everything from the French crown jewels, to Sir Francis Bacon’s buried manuscripts, to a vast booty hidden by Captain Kidd. Many of the theories lack proper records and archival research to be supported, and many rely on folklore and circumstantial evidence to support their hypothesis, but they are fun to entertain nonetheless. The theory Marie Antoinette sent a portion of the French crown jewels to be hidden in the pit on Oak Island goes like so:
Marie gave some of the precious collection to a lady-in-waiting, who fled when the Palace of Versailles was overtaken by revolutionaries. It’s speculated the lady-in-waiting fled to London, with the help of French officers still under the queen’s service. From there, the story takes her to Nova Scotia, with the jewels hidden on her personage, perhaps sewn in her skirts or secreted in her luggage. Here, on the small island, the theory goes that soldiers could have constructed the pit and stored the precious loot. Since this would have occurred in approximately 1789 or just after, the soldiers would have had no more than five years to construct the elaborate pit and alleged flood tunnels. With 16th century technology, that would have been an incredible feat, but there is some evidence to suggest the pit’s structure could be French, and it resembles a naval style.
There is some interesting circumstantial evidence to show Sir Francis Bacon could have hidden manuscripts in the Oak Island pit, and some theorize these manuscripts would reveal Bacon as Shakespeare. Bacon was granted land in Newfoundland in 1610 by King James I, and he did have the knowledge to preserve manuscripts using mercury. A discovery of flasks containing mercury, along with some parchment inside the pit, does lend a shred of credence to this theory. Bacon also would have had the contacts necessary to travel to the island and construct such an elaborate pit to hide his valuable works.
Based on an account from a dying sailor who claimed to be part of Captain Kidd’s crew, a theory the Oak Island Money Pit held booty stashed by the famous pirate was born. It is said the dying sailor told a witness Captain Kidd buried a sizeable treasure stash on an island “east of Boston.” But the sailor did not give an exact location before he died, and skeptics who refute this theory say Captain Kidd did not spend enough time near Nova Scotia to build such an elaborate pit and booby trap system.
The island is also steeped in spooky folklore. Hounds with fiery eyes are said to roam the island, guarding it and possibly its treasure. Orbs and other strange apparitions have been spotted, and a spirit who comes in the shape of a crow is also whispered about. The Natives say that the treasure will be found when seven people have died and no oak trees remain standing on the island. As of 2010, no oaks remain on the island, and one more treasure hunter’s death would fulfill the grim requirements of the legend.
More on the Oak Island Money Pit Mystery
This originally appeared at S.D. Hintz’s place as a guest blog. For those of you who missed The Shag Harbor Incident the first time around, I thought I’d re-post.
Canada’s Roswell? The Shag Harbor Incident
On October 4, 1967, a tiny fishing village in Nova Scotia experienced a well documented UFO sighting that also entailed underwater phenomena. However, over the years the case has somewhat fallen into obscurity. Much like the famous and hotly debated Roswell incident, the unidentified flying object crashed, this time into the water near Shag Harbour.
Shag Harbor sits along the South Shore of Nova Scotia. The small village has a population of approximately 450 people, and the village contains not much more than a bed and breakfast, a post office, two wharves, two churches, and a museum. Like much of the Maritimes, this quiet little community is rich in folklore, from sea monsters to ghost ships, but the Shag Harbor Incident may be one of the area’s most well documented local legends.
The coastal community is fairly well known for the 1967 UFO sighting, which occurred around 11:00 pm that autumn night. Teenagers were the first to spot four strange orange lights hovering in the sky above the water, and at least eleven other people would witness the strange phenomena hovering in the sky and falling to the water that night. Many of these witnesses report the orange lights flashed in a sequence for several minutes, before diving in a 45 degree angle toward the water’s surface.
Three RCMP officers were dispatched to follow up on a flood of reports about the lights hovering over and then crashing into the water. Of the three, one would witness the strange orange lights in the sky as he drove to the site, and he stated the object seemed to change in shape as it descended on the water. Upon arrival at the site, the three officers all assumed an aircraft of some kind had crashed in the water and a search and rescue team would need to be dispatched. The Coast Guard Cutter #101 was notified.
The three officers, along with several witnesses, watched the object float on the water just after the crash. It was about a half-mile from shore, glowing a pale yellow, and leaving a wake of dense yellow foam behind it as it drifted. By the time the coast guard arrived, the UFO had submerged, but as evidence of its presence it left a 120 x 300 ft. slick created by the sulfurous scented foam it had emitted. Search and rescue efforts continued until 3:00 am, and then resumed the following day, which would end in a preliminary report sent to Canadian Forces Headquarters in Ottawa. An underwater search was conducted by Maritime Command, after communicating with NORAD, but the official results were recorded as nil. Seven divers from the HMCS Granby searched until sundown on October 8, 1967, but their efforts would prove futile and fruitless, leaving more questions than answers to what crashed in the water off Shag Harbor.
After this, the incident fell into obscurity outside of local stories. That is until 1993, when two MUFON investigators used newspaper clippings and police reports to track down eyewitnesses, people involved in the rescue effort and subsequent investigation, to conduct interviews with. These interviews with crew and divers from the HMCS Granby uncovered some intriguing new information.
According to these reports taken from crew members and divers, the object that crashed into the water off Shag Harbor had been tracked, and this UFO traveled underwater approximately 25 miles to Government Point, a spot where the U.S. military, in the 1960s, maintained a small military base that managed a Magnetic Anomaly Detection system, which was used for detecting submarines in the North Atlantic. They allege the navy brought in ships that investigated for up to a week after the crash, and some reports state a barge was brought in from the U.S. to assist in the recovery mission. One witness, an American diver, claims pictures of the object were taken and foam-like material was recovered. Other witnesses reported another UFO came in from underwater to seemingly aid the object that had crashed and submerged beneath them. But none of this testimony has been corroborated by any official government reports, and no known RCMP reports on the Shag Harbor Incident remain, and no survivors or traces of the object were ever officially recovered, although according to one fisherman, he also saw divers bringing up aluminum-colored metal.
On October 11, 1967, the alleged naval search was called off, and this same night witnesses reported an identical UFO leaving the area near the original crash site. Did the people of the tiny fishing village of Shag Harbor see a vehicle from another planet that night in October 1967? According to one diver, the object that crashed into the water was not of planet Earth. Or is there some more simple explanation for the strange phenomena that occurred over forty years ago above the waters of this Nova Scotia community? Theories on a crashed Russian spacecraft developed, after a Russian submarine showed up in the water near the crash site. Still, over forty years later, no definitive answer has been given for what crashed that night. But the people of Shag Harbor who witnessed the event can agree on one thing: they did see something unidentifiable crash into the water off their village that October evening.
More Information on The Shag Harbor Incident
The idea behind the Detritus anthology is this: tales about the impulse to collect gone terribly awry. My story involves a magickally gifted (or cursed) young woman with a cabinet of curiosities. Filled with inter-dimensional parasites to be exact. Poor Ophelia just can’t help herself. She should be banishing those parasites back to their own world, but she seals them tight in jars, placing them in her mother’s armoire instead. However, tricksy parasites always find a way to get out…
When the full TOC for the Detritus anthology goes live, I’ll be sure to share it with you here. Until then, watch out for parasites, and men pretending to be Don Johnson…