All posts filed under: 2009

The Apprentice | A Work in Progress

{ 404 words so far } “I am Death,” he tells me as he hands me the scythe.  He had personally forged the blade out of stainless steel himself.  I can’t help but be amazed at his resourcefulness, and the meticulousness of his craft, his attention to detail and his drive to be the best he is at what he does.  “If you join me, Callie, you will be Death’s apprentice.  That is, if you agree to be my assistant.” He presents even more weapons of horror to me from a briefcase that lay on the table in his basement.  I could not begin to describe most of them with words. “And provided that you were not just telling me what I wanted to hear when I saved you from the empty life of a rudderless street urchin you were living.” That stings.  I hate his throwing my recent status as a homeless person out at me as some kind of grand judgment of my worth.  I start to think that in his deep-seeded misanthropy …

Four Deep | An Excerpt

{ 397-word excerpt } Three-thirty now.  He’s got the four of us waiting with our cocks in our hands, but since I’m responsible for this partnership I’m the one who’s going to get pissed on. At this hour with Mulligan’s now closed we’re lucky we haven’t seen any cops sweeping the parking lot.   I’m sure it’s just a matter time, though.  After another five minutes we finally see the rat bastard’s Monte Carlo pull into the parking lot, then next to my Ninety-Eight where we’re all leaning against it.  I notice he doesn’t switch off his engine. Considering the situation I can’t bother with pleasantries.  “Raleigh, you got our take?” The twitchy bastard hands over a black gym bag from his passenger seat.  “Yeah, it’s all there.” I give the bag to Bert as he hops back into my car so he can do a quick visual.  I bet no more than four seconds go by before he’s humming “mmhm” to himself, which isn’t good news.  “Raleigh, Raleigh, you’re short, man,” He finally says with …

Dream a Little Scream of Me | A Poem

Dream a little dream of me When you sleep I will creep On your fears and superstitions While you pray I will play I’m the lurker in your closet Boogeyman Yes I can Make you fear what lay in shadows Scaredy cat Insomniac I’m the ghoul beneath your bed I breed fright When there’s no light Fill you up with dread and doubt Am I a lie You decide I’m the monster in your nightmares Sending thrills That give you chills Just dream a big ol’ scream for me Then face the fears That you hold dear Written: December 15, 2009. My first and preferred title was “Dream of Me, Scream for Me”. This poem originally featured in Dreams and Screams, a print anthology published by Liquid Imagination Magazine in August 2010. Copyright © 2010-2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved. | RuckerWrites | @RuckerWrites Amazon | Smashwords

A Shooter’s Welcome | A Drabble

{ 100 words } As he drifts into town, a gust of wind pushes dust and tumbleweed on either side, trying to bully this Stranger with few possessions: his noble steed, the clothes on his back, a bullet belt and two trusty holstered revolvers. He doesn’t bully easily. The fallen outlaws who lay in his wake would attest to that, were they not cold, dead and decaying in their makeshift shallow graves. In the near distance he hears that unmistakable sound. Upon his steed, he retrieves a pistol from his side and rides toward what could be the bloodiest shootout this side of Texas. Written: December 18, 2009 Copyright © 2009-2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved. | RuckerWrites | @RuckerWrites Amazon | Smashwords

Succubus | A Poem

As the moon peers periodically Between smoke-gray clouds set Against the canvas of the night sky She comes to me with love And a hunger that weakens her I lament that I can offer No remedy to that which ails Ours is a love forbidden By the laws of nature If not the laws of man Spawned by an infernal sire Her skin burns from a fire within And matches the blaze of passion We hold fast to one another We embrace as lovers do And fall victim to our lust Which knows no bounds And it is during our coupling That I witness her raw power That magical charm, that piercing gaze She beguiles me and I wilt How did it come to be That this creature Borne of man and demon alike Had chosen to love me A mere mortal woman Who has not the power To sustain her Note: The theme here deviates from tradition, instead has a succubus choosing a same-sex mate. Written on December 16, 2009. Originally featured in Static Movement Special No. 2, a …

Mare of the Night | A Poem

From the Nether She stands tall A specter of a horse Infernal beast Bathed in flame From the fiery depths On thunderous hooves Her gallop is fierce Black as coal And lightning swift She soars in wingless flight Through the indigo sky Her eyes are a beacon Aglow like burning embers Every mortal’s nightmare A demon steed A harbinger of fate She brings only certain doom Written on December 15, 2009. Originally featured in Static Movement Special No. 2, a print anthology published in 2010 by Liquid Imagination Publishing, edited by Chris Bartholomew. This re-published edition exists for electronic access and online archiving, and is intended for reading and reviewing purposes only — any other unauthorized use or dissemination is strictly prohibited. © 2009-2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved. | RuckerWrites | @RuckerWrites Amazon | Smashwords

The Mission | Lyrics

Calm the savage beast with my music so smooth I initiate the groove to make your body move You can feel it all inside you as it reaches your core Get up off your back and put your feet to the floor Like a moth to a flame, you can feel the burn The rhythm will confront you at your every turn Like a beacon in the dark to lead you through the night You can swim these tranquil waters ‘cause you know it’s all right We’re one nation under a groove, these are times to heal You know my word is bond ‘cause my name is For Real Life is not as bad or as good as it seems But we should never give up on our positive dreams I’m not comin’ at’chu with elaborate schemes I just wanna rock your body ‘til it’s ripping the seams We’ve got no precious time for ridiculous schisms We’re people on a mission for the ill-est of rhythms Don’t take this all lightly ‘cause the message is …

Building Burning Bridges | Lyrics

We never thought that things could breakdown this way We never knew that we could be led astray Back then we could not see all the ties that bind But now we know that we must cherish our time TOGETHER TOGETHER The bitterness can cause a rift As time goes on we start to drift We think we’re free to break away But memories don’t always fade We were destined to be friends This bond is strong it never ends In building bridges that we’ll burn It seems to be we’ll never learn To treasure the friendships that we’ve earned Yet we walk away with no concerns We were destined to be friends This bond is strong it never ends We’re building burning bridges Bridges falling down Our burning bridge is falling Falling but we’re bound We’re building burning bridges Bridges falling down We’re burning bridges we built But we can reconcile Sometimes it takes a while to find The truth in life, so we rewind To see where we had made mistakes Where things …