Scary Nightmares Haunt You Forever

Fiction On Odyssey: A Blood-Curdling Nightmare That Will Forever Haunt You In Your Sleep

Hang on tight. It's going to be a rough ride.


It's late. You switch off the lights in the kitchen only to run up the stairs as if something is chasing you, lurking in the shadows of your very own house. Somehow, after jumping in your velvet plush throw and curling up under the covers, you feel safe from the monsters outside, safe from the ghosts in the room next door.

But are you safe from the monsters in your head?

A few months ago, I had a stream of terrifying dreams that seemed to appear from nowhere. There was nothing personal that seemed to trigger those subconscious thoughts; it was as if the Devil had speared me with his poison-ladened tail and injected me a glimpse of Hell. Fortunately for you, I had to experience these nightmares so you didn't have to. Now, hang on tight and enjoy your time while you still can….

Welcome to St. Louis

The wind billowed through my red Audi R8 as I sped across the freeway toward Missouri. It was a crisp autumn morning, and the leaves had just turned into golden-brown flecks that would soon shrivel and dry like old prunes. With sunglasses perched on my head, I breathed in deeply, revving the engine at full speed. At first, it was glorious.

Down the empty road, I drove at top speed, but then, something appeared ahead. A puddle? A hole? A cliff? The space just a few hundred feet away was strange, shimmering as if it radiated hot energy. I lifted my foot from the accelerator to slow; however, the car continued. Jamming the brakes did nothing to help; knocking the stick shift back and forth only seemed to make the car go faster.

I was frantic. My heart lept out of my chest as I rapidly turned the wheel in attempt to turn around, but the tires only skid and burst into a cloud of rubber. I turned back to see another spook bounce off into the distance. The blood rushed to my head as I neared the strange mass. Then, I felt a cool hand pressing upon my neck- hard. I clawed frantically as I chocked, my vision now spotted with flying black dots. At the same time, I kept my hand on the wheel, attempting to stay in the lane. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't swallow. I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. Catching the wind as the car sped along, saliva dripped from my mouth. I turned purple, flailing in my seat trying to get even the slightest bit of air only to squeak in a few feeble breaths.

Suddenly, the St. Louis Arch loomed in the road, arcing into the heavens like a never-ending roller coaster. Ten feet away. I could only watch, drifting in and out of consciousness, as the car went ever faster. Five feet. I had no choice.

I drove onto the arch, lifting in to the air. The roads became smaller and the sky came closer. I was driving nearly vertically. I tried my best to hold the wheel still as I ascended to the vertex. Halfway, another tire burst, and I felt my limbs go weak. The car served, coming dangerously close to the edge, where the drop would surely mean death. Then, the Arch started to swivel and sway. The Audi groaned at the wind that pushed it along at an uncomfortable speed. The engine started to sputter. The lights flickered on and off, and finally, the last tire burst, falling to its death into the gorge below. Sparks flew from the rims as I skirted across the edge of the arch, tumbling off like a pill in space.

I flipped inside the car, strapped in helplessly like a cow. My head hit the window shield, blood sprouting between my eyes. With one more flip, a trail of red flew into the air. My neck cracked against the back of the seat while a wave of nausea churned through my stomach. The ground raced up, and before I could utter a sound, the world went still. Chaos halted.

I waited. I waited so long for the light to come. I waited for the angels from heaven to lift me to my feet in a chorus of harmony and peace. Yet, the time never came.

Where was God when I needed Him the most?

Disclaimer: This piece is purely fiction. Characters and events are solely part of my imagination.

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8 Types Of People Fetuses Grow Into That 'Pro-Lifers' Don't Give 2.5 Shits About

It is easy to fight for the life of someone who isn't born, and then forget that you wanted them to be alive when you decide to hate their existence.


For those in support of the #AbortionBans happening all over the United States, please remember that the unborn will not always be a fetus — he or she may grow up to be just another person whose existence you don't support.

The fetus may grow up to be transgender — they may wear clothes you deem "not for them" and identify in a way you don't agree with, and their life will mean nothing to you when you call them a mentally unstable perv for trying to use the bathroom.

The fetus may grow up to be gay — they may find happiness and love in the arms of someone of the same gender, and their life will mean nothing to you when you call them "vile" and shield your children's eyes when they kiss their partner.

The fetus may grow up and go to school — to get shot by someone carrying a gun they should have never been able to acquire, and their life will mean nothing to you when your right to bear arms is on the line.

The fetus may be black — they may wear baggy pants and "look like a thug", and their life will mean nothing to you when you defend the police officer who had no reason to shoot.

The fetus may grow up to be a criminal — he might live on death row for a heinous crime, and his life will mean nothing to you when you fight for the use of lethal injection to end it.

The fetus may end up poor — living off of a minimum wage job and food stamps to survive, and their life will mean nothing to you when they ask for assistance and you call them a "freeloader" and refuse.

The fetus may end up addicted to drugs — an experimentation gone wrong that has led to a lifetime of getting high and their life will mean nothing to you when you see a report that they OD'd and you make a fuss about the availability of Narcan.

The fetus may one day need an abortion — from trauma or simply not being ready, and her life will mean nothing to you as you wave "murderer" and "God hates you" signs as she walks into the office for the procedure.

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Do not tell me that you are pro-life when all of the above people could lose their lives in any way OUTSIDE of abortion and you wouldn't give 2.5 shits.

You fight for the baby to be born, but if he or she is gay or trans, you will berate them for who they are or not support them for who they love.

You fight for the baby to be born, but if he or she is poor or addicted, you will refuse the help they desperately need or consider their death a betterment of society.

You fight for the baby to be born, but when the used-to-be-classroom-of-fetuses is shot, you care more about your access to firearms than their lives.

It is easy to pretend you care about someone before they are even born, and easy to forget their birth was something you fought for when they are anything other than what you consider an ideal person.

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The Movie Watchers

The Types Of People That Watch Movies


This past weekend I saw the movie of the life time, Avengers Endgame. It was the culmination of 10 years in the making and no there will not be any spoilers in this piece of writing. I however noticed the same trends that occurred each time I went to the movies. The I saw the same people, however they were just in different bodily forms. When my eyes were not glued to the screen out of sheer anxiety and thrill, I managed to catch a quick glance at the type of people that plague our good theaters.

To start off, there are always those people that are good people and don't disturb the movie experiences of others. These are the quiet people, the ones who keep their eyes on the movie and focus on nothing else. These are the people we should all aspire to be, with their bloodshot eyes from not blinking as to not miss a single moment of the movie. While I am not always the Eyes Glued To The Screen movie watcher, I can say with assurance that I am a somewhat follower of this rule. I think everyone should learn from these people.

Next comes the traditional On My Phone Like A Idiot in the movie movie watcher. This is by far the most annoying of all the people that come to a movie. Like I came to be entertained and I paid good money for this, I didn't pay 14 dollars and 31 cents to hear some girl gossip on her phone to her friend about how her boyfriend didn't bring her flowers or some middle aged man attempt to close a business deal while his kids were watching the movie. Either leave your business at home or for the courtesy of others, at least leave it outside the theater. No one brings me more anger than these people just because they don't know any common courtesy or manners.

If your at the movie, you might get hungry or thirsty so its normal for people to bring in some food, most typically being popcorn. This is fine and all but don't chew so loudly that it sounds like Jurassic Park to the person next to you. Or don't sip up your drink in such a way that it makes the people around you wonder how your mother raised you. I call this person, the Slurper. Just, be chill and watch the movie. At least your not like the On My Phone Like An Idiot where you're an inconvenience to the whole theater.

Movies are a great way to get distracted from the horrors that are our personal lives. They are solace for some people, giving us a place to escape from reality. So please, don't disturb the kind movie goers who just need a break from that relentless school, job, or even family. Just give them their peace. So sit down, turn off your cellphone, and enjoy the movie.

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