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martes 2 de agosto de 2011

Zupernatural: The Angry God's Revival

jueves 16 de junio de 2011

Sonnet 155

Searching for your long way, among the green space,

Following the steps you left behind, expecting your resistance,

Longing for you, I am, waiting to gaze.

Finally, I see you from the distance.

Shall I tell you my real intention, what I feel?

Shall I understand life is too short and let you go?

I don’t want to make you squeal.

I want you to live; although…

The sun shines and makes me think;

Seize the day, seize the day… seize the day!

We can enjoy it all together; you, me, and this sun… link.

I know it is not too heavy the consciousness’ weigh.

It doesn’t matter if you get on that plant;

Anyway, I will burn you with my magnifying glass, dear little ant.

By Daniel León Avelar

jueves 26 de mayo de 2011

Since the beginning of time, there has been an evil, but almighty creature whose only aim is to rule over destruction and pain. This dark deity nourishes itself by devouring desperate and terrified souls and creates hopeless sorrow in its entire surrounding environment. Some call it the Blood Pourer; however, it calls itself the Angry God. Even though this Angry God has been asleep during centuries, giving human kind an era of peace and freedom, a group of people tried to awake it from its eternal rest by the 1600’s.

It was during the Puritan’s age, when a humble and hard-working woman named Martha Carrier got lost in the dense and gloomy forest while she was looking for some firewood. Sunset came too fast and darkness took control of the mysterious place. Martha was scared; she heard silent whispers coming from the bushes, trees, and shadows around her, but there was nothing. Martha was terribly frantic; her little children were alone at home. Then, she thought “I would give my soul to get out of here.” Immediately after that, Martha was home. She never told anybody what happened that night.

Since the event in the woods, Martha changed. She was no longer the same sweet, easygoing woman that she used to be. From that day on, she barely talked to anybody in town, but to some new friends of her during their weekly meetings at Martha’s house to read... the Bible... Indeed, they all suddenly changed; those women started to wear black all day long, to sweep their decks at night, and to cook strange recipes in huge metal pots while there was moonlight in the sky.

It is said that while Martha went to the woods, she ran into the Angry God and made a deal with it. In exchange for her soul, Martha could return home. At that point, Martha knew how powerful the Angry God was, and she wanted to share all that power with her people. For that reason, she started to recruit villagers to help her bring the Angry God back from the eternal rest it was in since thousands of years ago. In a matter of weeks, Martha was able not only to bless her neighbors with good weather or healthy crops, but also to curse at them even with death, if she wanted to.

Even though some villagers said that Martha was not the same person because of the way she got along with them, nothing changed with her family and the way she treated them. Martha wanted the best for her beloved ones. In fact, she started teaching her daughters how to use the powers she got from the Angry God. Her daughters were good at it. They could imitate the same spells that her mother without much difficulty. Martha was very excited about it because in order to bring the Angry God back she would need more people with these powers to help her.

As time passed by, Martha was indicted for bewitching villagers that did not get along with her. Martha knew her death was close and asked her followers to bring the Angry God back without her while she was trialed. Fortunately for known civilization, this group of people could not summon the Angry God because they were not powerful enough without Martha. In 1692, their leader passed away due to the trial process, and her group of devotees, unable at that moment to awake the Angry God, was segregated across all the country. Until today...

jueves 2 de diciembre de 2010

September Downpour

By Daniel León Avelar

Light, Christmas-like, heavy rain

is falling.

It shouldn’t make me feel pain;

then, why am I bleeding?

Damn it, sudden hailstorm!

Now, I am all wet

and dizzy,

but I will sweat,

you will see!

The flu strikes again...

III

Neither I like to sneeze,

nor to clean my nose.

Give me that handkerchief, please.

I hate to be ill just because…

Where were you, umbrella?

While getting home,

I start to shiver

feeling sick and lonesome,

suffering from this fever.

I need chicken soup!

Outside is raining cats

and dogs

while I play with my hanging snots

and see through the window some green frogs

dancing under the foggy rain.

Now Mommy tries to make me

go to bed.

Lovingly, she warns me:

“If you don’t go to rest, tomorrow, you’ll probably be dead.”

Thanks Mom! Love you, good night!

miércoles 1 de diciembre de 2010

Hell Morning in Mother’s House

By Daniel León Avelar

Darkness all around me, I can barely distinguish my hands from my face. However, I feel that a feeble sunlight coming through the window shutters is heating my room. That light bothers me; I need a really obscure place to rest. Yet, it is too quiet; the silence wanders among my room. I can even hear my thoughts. It is not good; I feel a little dizzy, a headache maybe. My bed is very comfy today; actually, I wouldn’t mind staying here forever, but I also feel hungry. I need my breakfast. This is strange. It is 2pm, and there is nobody home but me. I hate when they all leave the house and forget to tell me where they are going. Is it too much to ask for a simple note, so I know where they are? I don’t think so! Damn it! Mom did not prepare my breakfast. I’ll wait for her in my room while I take a little nap... This house is too old. What’s that? I hear strange noises in the basement, like rats, but I do not want to go to check because every time I go down there, there is nothing! Indeed, I have never seen rats; I just hear the scratching over, and over, and over again. It scares me, but I should not be scared. Oh, no, I feel I am sweating; I need to chill out. Anyway, Grandma Mary once told me that she is a real witch and that she won’t let anybody or anything to hurt me… Thinking about it works; I am more relaxed now.

According to her, since she was very young, she liked to summon spirits and magic creatures. She would ask demons for favors and graces, go to the local cemetery at midnight, drink blood, assist to satanic ceremonies, and threat people with cursing at them and their family forever. They would experience death, pain, suffering, crying, whimpering, sorrow, and bad luck with their crops if they somehow disturbed her. Also, it is said that she had goblins kill people just for fun. Even though Mary is kin and I like her, she is very strange. She was made the old way. I mean, she considers legends as forgotten history, myths as warnings of the Forest gods, and dreams as Prophecies that cannot be avoided. Besides that, Mom told me that Mary was a lonely girl who admired nature and its powers. Anyway, Mary grew up, moved to the city, and raised a family. She had a daughter, Mom, and two grandsons: Gabriel the little and sweet and me, Henry.

I wouldn’t say that Mary is a witch, she is just extravagant. As a matter of fact, the weirdest thing I have seen around her was the time she told us a dream she had about a dead man who offered her a pot full of money. Supposedly, he buried it in his kitchen while he was alive. Mary said that her “Dead Man”, as she called him, needed somebody to unearth the money in order for him to rest in peace. Also, the spirit gave her some tips to get to his house. She described it as a wooden two-story house with a small garden in the front yard, and a young but dead apple tree with a long branch holding three dried fruits. After that, she described the inside of the house as having red floor, and faded white walls. The description of that house startled me because it was very similar to an abandoned house I saw the day before in a neighboring town, at least in its outside.

Then, she began describing her Dead Man. While she was depicting him, my two-year old brother said aloud: “there he is! There he is! Look mommy!” He was pointing to one of the upper corners of the room, insistently, he repeated: “there he is!” So, Mom asked him: “Who is there, baby?” My brother answered: “It’s gone!” He stopped pointing and went back to play with his cars. A huge pause filled the room while a cold shiver shook my whole body. We didn’t know what had happened. Then, Mary suggested to leave the room in an almost silent whisper as the temperature got colder. After that, lights went off like crazy; they flickered in a way I had never seen before. Mom took Gabriel, and we quickly ran away to the living room. After we left the room, the lights and temperature went back to normal.

Indeed, I wanted to unearth that money since I needed some extra funds. Therefore, I told Mary that I was going to check out the abandoned house I saw. She insisted that going alone could be dangerous, so she decided to go with me. She took a backpack and filled it with some cookies, a couple of orange juice cans, and some candles. Then, she hinted that we were going to use a shovel, so she had me carry one. Why do I need a shovel? I thought. Mary said aloud: “Henry, we need it to dig in the kitchen, and stop questioning me. Come on!” I didn’t believe in ghosts, or needed a nanny to go out, but she really scares me when answers things I have not spoke. Once we were there, we tried to enter the house, but the door was locked. So, I kicked the padlock and broke it. We noticed that, in fact, the house was exactly as Mary had described it last time. Surprisingly, the floor of that house was red, as Mary said, and the walls were dirt stained white.

It was a dark house, too old for having electricity. I will always remember that moment; there I was with a creepy Grandma, in a creepy house with spider webs hanging all over it. Anyway, Mary swore to me that it was the fist time she was in that place. Nevertheless, she led me to the kitchen that fortunately had soil floor. Mary showed me the place where she thought the money was buried, and I started digging. It was not very hard for me to dig because the soil was humid enough. Mary lit many candles all around the kitchen for me to see and to keep the surrounding spirits away, she said. In less than an hour, I found a big and heavy old metal pot. Then, I put the shovel aside and started pulling the big pot out of the hole. I was so happy that I started calling Grandma Mary, who was exploring the house. She appeared quickly, looked at the pot, and screamed of happiness. She opened the pot in a hurry. It was filled with shiny gold coins.

What a crazy-happy day, we found it! We found it! We laughed a lot! Wait a minute… I hear noises again, but they are coming from the kitchen this time. I’d better go to check because it smells like food. Yummy! Breakfast! Even though it is only a glass of cold milk and choco-chips cookies, I’ll devour them all. Thanks Gabriel for feeding me, I know it was you, but where are you, bro? Maybe, I’ll check his room. There, you are! Howdy bro, where is Mom? “Doing the dishes in the kitchen,” quickly answered me… Weird, I was there and I didn’t see her. “You never see her since that day”, he muttered. What day, bro? Gabriel turned around, looked at me, and slowly waved his head from right to left and exhaled. “That day, remember, when you died!? Thirteen years ago, when you and Mary went to unearth the money of her Dead Man, an accident occurred with a candle, and you died burned in that house. Since that day, you can only see me and talk to me.”

Am I dead? Am I dead? I am not! You’ve got to be kidding me. “Henry, take it easy! You are dead, ok!? Look, after you opened the pot and discovered that it was full of gold coins, you heard a deep man’s voice saying: now you have your money, little witch; I can take my payback. You recoiled in fright, tripped on Grandma’s candles and fell, hitting your head on the shovel. You got a very bad headache and were too dizzy to walk, but still trying to stand. The house was burning down in seconds. Among the black smog, a huge plank coming from the ceiling knocked you out. You couldn’t move a single muscle. Mary screamed with desperation and horror, but there was nothing to do. You felt how pain penetrated each centimeter of your body. Your skin started turning black and dry; then, it fell to pieces to show your reddish flesh to the fire. During a moment, you felt nothing, but the smell began. Death smells like barbecue; your burnt flesh produced an awful, acrid odor like coppery, metallic musk; what a sweet perfume. Seconds were like years in that roasting hell of skin and tissues. After some minutes of suffering and sorrow, the firefighters arrived and saved Mary. She told them that you were still there, but they didn’t find you, just a small coal with your human remains bent in fetal position. That was it, not a big deal. You see, bro! You are dead! Now go and have some sleep.” Ok, I kind of believe you, but how do you know all this? “I know it because you have been telling me this creepy story every night since you died.” Then, Henry looks confused and disappears, leaving Gabriel alone.