The Uprising
**PG-13 for blood, violence and gore. The author secretly wishes this to be, spiritually, the sequel to the first film, on account of the actual sequel bombing like here was no tomorrow.
**Gremlins is owned by Amblin, not me. I'm not in this for the green, just for fun. Any attempts to plagiarize and I'll make you watch the actual Gremlins II.
**"I Want A New Drug" is done by Huey Lewis and the News, I do not own the song, I did not write any of the lyrics.
**Chili Con Carne is the product of Anders Edenroth. © 1997 Should it require deletion, please notify me
©2004 Blanca
Dawning of The Unholy.
River Falls, Minnesota, 1987. Two years. Billy could not believe it had been that long since that fateful Christmas night he'd endured. He swore it
was only yesterday....
Summertime. River Falls was filled with the luscious symphony of summer barbeques, lemonade stands. Sprinklers and kids running through them, laughing...banana popsicles, Beach Boys perfuming the air with harmonies galore.
Ball Park franks and beer and laughter of so many kinds of people...shopping, hustle and bustle, some headed for Disneyland or Hyland Hills Water World, gasoline and roars eagerly scenting the air....
And Billy and his beloved wife, Kate, working as Sheriff and deputy-and husband and wife--in the River Falls Sheriff's department. Peace was abundant in the town...Billy nevertheless remembered...
The dismemberment...the assault....the perverse, sick pleasure behind so many murders...done in so many creative ways by those who were under the impression they were comedians, simply comedians having fun somehow. How could any human believe what they believed? The abominable ways they caused death and destruction...but that was just it. They weren't homo sapien.
They were animal. Reptillion. Of spine and scale, ear and webbed foot, fang
and red eye.
Mogwai.
How he wished he could have done something to prevent the wanton, twisted destruction, but how could he? Ever since that Gizmo came into his life. Gizmo. The pure unpoluted Mogwai. Innocent. Fuzzy. Soft. Full of song, life and love and no else. The kind of Mogwai you didn't feed after midnight.
*You never fed them after midnight*, he thought.
"Goodness sake, Billy, you're going to give yourself a headache, all deeply lined with thought. Look at your brows, your dark circles, goodness sake!"Kate said as she brought coffee.
Billy sighed. "Thank God at least humankind has sprouted again...since..."
"Since when?" she asked.
But they both knew, Kate in only two seconds flat...
"Look, Billy, it's not going to happen again, we both know that."
Chinatown, not too farway, another chiantown proudly and unapologetically built somewhere in downtown Minneapolis. A store with a cheerful old man meditiating in the back, the place filled with dragons, sandalwood incense, moving waterfall pictures, fountains, jewels, so many different kinds of incense sticks...chinese weaponry in its beautiful glory, bells, lucky cats, chinese silk and satin, soap of so many exotic kinds, spices, nuts, talcs, perfumes, fine oils...
Somewhere in a dark nook emanated beautiful song of a purity most people only dream of encasing in their hearts. A wordless tune of a sleeping being. In a dream of purity, what some known Gods lurking about in innumerable print called paradise. The dream this time, was the vision of the Christian God and his son, Jesus.
Gold everywhere. Henna and nard, nard and saffron, a grove of nut trees, Lilies, cedar, apple trees, raisins, ivory, silk, purple and scarlet, music of every nation in perfect song...oak and almond trees, cherry trees, pecan trees, the smell of pecan wood roasting in grills, cooking fine feasts...prime rib, pot roast, quail and pheasant...
A roar of water in the distance....or was it water....? Even more distant...screams of anguish...the screams began to build...build stronger...stronger....stronger....the water began to roar louder and louder, but it was not water...it was blood, the blood of many, to many....
The people in the dream ran screaming as did the abundance of animals....the blood flooded the paradise...the sky went black as sackcloth...locusts filled the sky...
Only one word fell out of the lips of the dreamer's mouth, fell in
terrified screams.
"Mogwai! Mogwai! MOGWAI! MOGWAI! MOOOOOOGGGWAAAAAI!!!!!!"
The man's hands reached into the dark nook to wake the dreamer, talking in
warm Chinese. "Gizmo! Gizmo! Please wake up! Oh, you and your silly nightmares!"
The trembling animal was still chilled to the bone marrow, crying "Mogwai! Mogwai! MOOOOOOOOOGWAAAAAAAAI!!!!!"
"Gizmo, Gizmo, friend.....shhhhh....you're here now in the awake world,
your nightmare is over...."
Gizmo caught his breath...the man's hands caring for his small, innocent soul encased in brown and white fur...
**PG-13 for blood, violence and gore. The author secretly wishes this to be, spiritually, the sequel to the first film, on account of the actual sequel bombing like here was no tomorrow.
**Gremlins is owned by Amblin, not me. I'm not in this for the green, just for fun. Any attempts to plagiarize and I'll make you watch the actual Gremlins II.
**"I Want A New Drug" is done by Huey Lewis and the News, I do not own the song, I did not write any of the lyrics.
**Chili Con Carne is the product of Anders Edenroth. © 1997 Should it require deletion, please notify me
©2004 Blanca
Dawning of The Unholy.
River Falls, Minnesota, 1987. Two years. Billy could not believe it had been that long since that fateful Christmas night he'd endured. He swore it
was only yesterday....
Summertime. River Falls was filled with the luscious symphony of summer barbeques, lemonade stands. Sprinklers and kids running through them, laughing...banana popsicles, Beach Boys perfuming the air with harmonies galore.
Ball Park franks and beer and laughter of so many kinds of people...shopping, hustle and bustle, some headed for Disneyland or Hyland Hills Water World, gasoline and roars eagerly scenting the air....
And Billy and his beloved wife, Kate, working as Sheriff and deputy-and husband and wife--in the River Falls Sheriff's department. Peace was abundant in the town...Billy nevertheless remembered...
The dismemberment...the assault....the perverse, sick pleasure behind so many murders...done in so many creative ways by those who were under the impression they were comedians, simply comedians having fun somehow. How could any human believe what they believed? The abominable ways they caused death and destruction...but that was just it. They weren't homo sapien.
They were animal. Reptillion. Of spine and scale, ear and webbed foot, fang
and red eye.
Mogwai.
How he wished he could have done something to prevent the wanton, twisted destruction, but how could he? Ever since that Gizmo came into his life. Gizmo. The pure unpoluted Mogwai. Innocent. Fuzzy. Soft. Full of song, life and love and no else. The kind of Mogwai you didn't feed after midnight.
*You never fed them after midnight*, he thought.
"Goodness sake, Billy, you're going to give yourself a headache, all deeply lined with thought. Look at your brows, your dark circles, goodness sake!"Kate said as she brought coffee.
Billy sighed. "Thank God at least humankind has sprouted again...since..."
"Since when?" she asked.
But they both knew, Kate in only two seconds flat...
"Look, Billy, it's not going to happen again, we both know that."
Chinatown, not too farway, another chiantown proudly and unapologetically built somewhere in downtown Minneapolis. A store with a cheerful old man meditiating in the back, the place filled with dragons, sandalwood incense, moving waterfall pictures, fountains, jewels, so many different kinds of incense sticks...chinese weaponry in its beautiful glory, bells, lucky cats, chinese silk and satin, soap of so many exotic kinds, spices, nuts, talcs, perfumes, fine oils...
Somewhere in a dark nook emanated beautiful song of a purity most people only dream of encasing in their hearts. A wordless tune of a sleeping being. In a dream of purity, what some known Gods lurking about in innumerable print called paradise. The dream this time, was the vision of the Christian God and his son, Jesus.
Gold everywhere. Henna and nard, nard and saffron, a grove of nut trees, Lilies, cedar, apple trees, raisins, ivory, silk, purple and scarlet, music of every nation in perfect song...oak and almond trees, cherry trees, pecan trees, the smell of pecan wood roasting in grills, cooking fine feasts...prime rib, pot roast, quail and pheasant...
A roar of water in the distance....or was it water....? Even more distant...screams of anguish...the screams began to build...build stronger...stronger....stronger....the water began to roar louder and louder, but it was not water...it was blood, the blood of many, to many....
The people in the dream ran screaming as did the abundance of animals....the blood flooded the paradise...the sky went black as sackcloth...locusts filled the sky...
Only one word fell out of the lips of the dreamer's mouth, fell in
terrified screams.
"Mogwai! Mogwai! MOGWAI! MOGWAI! MOOOOOOGGGWAAAAAI!!!!!!"
The man's hands reached into the dark nook to wake the dreamer, talking in
warm Chinese. "Gizmo! Gizmo! Please wake up! Oh, you and your silly nightmares!"
The trembling animal was still chilled to the bone marrow, crying "Mogwai! Mogwai! MOOOOOOOOOGWAAAAAAAAI!!!!!"
"Gizmo, Gizmo, friend.....shhhhh....you're here now in the awake world,
your nightmare is over...."
Gizmo caught his breath...the man's hands caring for his small, innocent soul encased in brown and white fur...