DJ Robbins
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I write horror, fantasy, and more.
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The Bizarre Life of Edgar Strange
Chapter 1 The birds chirped outside. The sunlight poured into Edgar Strange’s bedroom window. The rest of Edgar’s bedroom was shrouded in darkness. The lid to Edgar’s wooden coffin popped open. The inside of the coffin was lined with pillows. Edgar’s father Mike knocked on his son’s bedroom door. ‘’Come in,’’ Edgar said. Mike opened the door and a bat flew towards his head. ‘’ Yikes,’’ Mike shrieked.‘’Edgar how many 'mes have I told you to keep that darn bat inside its cage,’’ Mike shrieked. “I’m sorry father,’’ Edgar spoke so+ly. Edgar whistled and the bat $ew into the bedroom. The bat perched on the index -nger and the middle -nger too. ‘’Marty now you know you aren’t supposed to be out of your cage,’’ Edgar scolded his bat. Edgar placed his bat inside its cage and Edgar closed the door behind the bird. ‘’Hurry up and get ready I am taking you to school today,’’ Mike said. ‘’Ok,’’ Edgar groaned. The clouds burst open and rain water poured out of them. The rain tapped against the windshield of Mike’s 1999 Ford pickup truck. The truck shone so brilliantly the car could have passed for maybe a 06 or maybe an 07 even. Mike pulled his truck out in the horseshoe where
By DJ Robbins10 months ago in Chapters
Red Envelopes
The warmth of the sand at my toes and the sunshine on my face put my mind at ease. The waves of the ocean rocked gently on the salted sea shore, every now and then, some sea weed or fragments of fossilized sea creatures washed up on shore. My wife lie beside me, clad in a white bikini and reading some trashy romance novel. I wrote trash myself. Horror junk, but I liked to think that my trash was be$er than the trash my wife read. Perhaps the two of us could be characters in some novel. I, a man of thirty &ve, pudgy white belly, wearing red swim trunks. My wife Anita’s abdominal muscles tensed as she periodically applied generous amounts of suntan oil to the muscles. I was deaf to the world, wearing my headphones and reading my own li$le horror novel and periodically I would scribble down some notes on my yellow legal pad. My wife was a Florida na*ve. I was a Midwestern boy. Ini*ally from Ohio. Before I moved to Florida, the only beaches I had ever seen was on the television. I was on a book tour promo*ng my &rst book when I met Anita. She had come to hear me speak at Walmart and from the moment I &rst saw her, I said there is nothing for me in Ohio and I did not even bother going home or packing. I learned she loved the beach, but had never owned beachfront property before. Bought a beachside house and we were married in a year. We had been married eight y ears. I had wri$en four books since then and had acquired a net worth of about sixty million dollars. A seagull landed next to me and snapped at me.
By DJ Robbins11 months ago in Fiction
Santa Tyrone
Santa Tyrone snuck in through the window and found Michelle Williamson watching a scary movie. He was wearing a Santa Claus costume and was clearly a black man, much like Michelle was a black woman in her early twenties. He cried out as he brandished a pocket knife. ''I'm the devil and I'm here to do the devil's work.''
By DJ Robbins11 months ago in Horror
Halloween BloodBath
Cyrus Sullivan peered in at Josie Baxter, Tyler Baxter’s mother as she washed the dishes. He felt the bulge in his pants grow larger as he watched her pendulous breasts rock back and forth as she scrubbed the marinara sauce from the plate. The yellow gloves glistened from the soapy water. Steam rose from the water as it gushed from the faucet. Cyrus hugged himself as the chill from the October night clung to his bones. Cyrus wondered what he would do if Tyler found out he was spying on his mother.
By DJ Robbins12 months ago in Horror
Alien
The creature in Alien is nothing more than just that, an ALF. (Alien Life Form). Intellectuals enjoy overcomplicating interpretations of what the Xenomorph could be. Some people could say it represents American fears of foreigners. Okay, but what that overlooks is these creatures are legitimately harming people. It’s not really something to open peoples’ eyes if it turns out that the thing they are using to take a stand against xenophobia when the thing they use as analogies for hate cause damage.The author of this paper prefers to see this alien as nothing more than the alien/ parasite it is. This thing is believed to be the perfect organism. The reason why it is believed to be the perfect organism according to Ash is a ludicrous one. Ash believes that part of its perfecon is because it has no conscience. ‘’I admire its purity. A survivor... unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.’’This is a direct quote from Ash himself. You have to realize who is saying this. Ash is a robot. He has one direcve. Bring this thing back alive. He has speci=c orders to do this. The =lm is science =con nerd or scienst’s wet dream.The space ship, alien planet, blah, blah, blah is one thing, but even something as simple as the face hugger, is watered down and deluded by science. In a pure horror =lm, they would
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Geeks
Halloween Ends. Content Warning.
Gripes with ends Halloween Ends was a divisive film. I have no doubt that the filmmakers believe that they made a film Where Lori was healing and didn't want to be dictated by fear it hadn't felt made this boogeyman because they were afraid of Michael and so they made Corey into a boogie man of sorts.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Horror
Planes, Trains and Automobiles
At the beginning of Planes, Trains and Automobiles we met Del Griffith. Already we were introduced to two realities about him just by him reading a dirty book. One it shows us how he lonely he was and could make himself at home anywhere. We really only connected these dots upon a second viewing after learning Del was homeless and a widower.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Geeks
Halloween Kills
Michael Myers stood there, staring down at the bloody corpse of what had once been Karen Nelson. Just a few feet away was the mirror where he had killed his sister. He could still smell the scent of sweat. She was brushing her hair. It was long and silken. She turned around and shouted when she saw him.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Horror
