Tales To Thrill

Joseph Ippolito

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Tales To Thrill contains 3 stories plus a script.

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Renowned dragon slayer Sir George after retiring from slaying the mentioned beasts had decided on other pursuits, such as finding the legendary Golden Cock, many have tried looking for it; all failed. Keeping this in mind; he knew he needed the best men for the job.

“I need men to join me on a quest!” He said, walking into an inn. No one responded until one man waved him down. “Over here!” He called out. George approached him, he was a greasy looking fellow with long black hair, beard mustache. “Name’s Sir Frank, what do you go by?”

“Sir George.” “The famed dragon slayer?” “The very one.” “You’re bald.” “And?” “I just imagined you with hair.”

“What are we questing for exactly; the holy grail?” “No, that’s a myth.” “What we are looking for is very much real.” He got out a map “What were are looking for is; the Golden Cock.” Sir Frank spat out his beer. “Are you insane!?” “All attempts to find it has been miserable failures!” “I am aware.”

“We shall be the ones.” “But in order to do so we go through the Valley of the Dead followed

by the Forest of the Damned to the Caves of Hell where it is said to be guarded by a three-headed hell hound.” “Sounds doable.” “Also, you got the map wet.” “Sorry.” ‘

“We should get some sleep in, we need the energy,'' Sir Frank stretched.

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• Fiction

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• Publié par: Tablo Pty Ltd
• Date de parution: 07 août 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781922309082
• Langue: English

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Trick Or Treat
It was Halloween night, a young buxom brown haired green eyed woman named Kate was by herself  watching horror movies and eating popcorn. She wore a t-shirt with the word ‘Spooky’ written on it  Her friends were all out partying, she decided to spend the night by herself.    The doorbell rang.  .   She opened the door, there stood four children, one was dress as vampire another dressed as a werewolf  the two others were dressed as a witch and a pirate.  “Trick or treat!”  “Cute.” she said,  she gave them each a Fisherman’s Friend. “This isn’t candy.” The werewolf kid complained “They’re good for coughs.””   She shut the door. The kids shrugged   “Come on guys, let’s go.”  “How can I watch my movies if those damn kids keep showing up?” The phone rang.   “It’s just one interruption after another.”  She picked up the phone.  “Hello?”  “Trick or treat.”  “Oh come on, Dave the whole phone thing is getting old, I’m hanging up now.”   It rang  again.     “Hello?”   “Why did you hang up on me?”  “Because, Dave you do the whole trying- to scare me through- the phone thing every year and frankly, I’m getting sick of it.”   She was about to hang up. “I’m not Dave.”  “Then who the hell are you?”  The voice laughed.   “Just call me, death!”  Now she was getting scared, she slowly began to hang up.  She began shivering.  “What am I going to do?’  She thought, she  slowly began walking toward the door and locked it.  She went to the basement grabbed an ax and walked back up stairs, she picked up the phone and dialed 911. “Hello, police?”   She heard the same laughter.  “The cops can’t help you now, bitch!”    “No, damn it.”   The door knob began twisting and it opened  even though it was locked.   There stood shadowy form it was human, but yet in human it had flowing black hair and eyes that glowed like a jack -o-lantern.   It grinned and said.  “Trick or treat.”  She paused and stared, this specter that she was looking at may the ghost of the serial killer Jack London; as he was 
executed on a Halloween. 
“Jack...London.” “In the former flesh.”  He raised his left hand, she began loosing her grip on the ax.  The ax flew out of her hand and into his.   She screamed and ran for the stairs, he chased after her.  She ran out of the basement  door.  She began running  and screaming.  “Somebody help me, please!”  No one responded.   She found a bush and decided to hide.  She thought she safe, but she wasn’t.  The shadowy figure crept  towards her.  “I see you.”   Tears flooded down her eyes.  “No, stop please!”  She screamed as he lifted the axe and it was done.  He picked up the body threw it in river. He grinned “I can’t wait till next year.”  He said as he vanished into the darkness.   
Knights of Righteousness The Search For The Golden Cock
 
 
Renowned dragon slayer Sir George after retiring from slaying the mentioned beasts had decided on other pursuits, such as finding the legendary Golden Cock, many have tried looking for it; all failed. Keeping this in mind; he knew he needed the best men for the job. 
“I need men to join  me on a quest!” He said, walking into an inn. No one responded, until one man waved him down. “Over here!” He called out. George approached him, he was a greasy looking fellow with long black hair, beard and mustache. “Name’s Sir Frank, what do you go by?”
“Sir George.” “The famed dragon slayer?” “The very one.” “You’re bald.” “And?” “I just imagined you with hair.”
“What are we questing for exactly; the holy grail?” “No, that’s a myth.” “What we are looking for is very much real.” He got out a map “What were are looking for is; the Golden Cock.” Sir Frank spat out his beer. “Are you insane!?” “All attempts to find  it have been
 miserable failures!” “I am aware.”
“We shall be the ones.” “But  to do we need to go through
 Valley of The  Dead followed by
 the Forest of the Damned to the Caves of Hell where it is said to be guarded by a three-
headed hell hound.” “Sounds doable.” “Also, you got the map wet.” “Sorry.” ‘
“We should probably get some sleep in.” “We need the energy.” Sir Frank stretched his arms “That’s probably a good idea, I need to sleep off this booze.” Sir George nodded. Three hours later Sir George walked towards Sir Frank’s door and started knocking “Sir Fr
Frank, wake up!” He moaned. “I thought you said we were getting sleep.” “I said ‘some’.” “Are we going to get a bite in at least?” He threw a piece at him. “There.” “That should do it.” H e bit into it.
“I know a man, a sorcerer, he’ll make the quest easier, by enchanting our armor and weapons “I don’t trust sorcerers. “This one you can trust; his name is Desmodus.” “Then let’s go meet this ‘Desmodus’” “Very well.” ‘’He’s only a few miles south from here.’’ 
As they climbed their horses Sir Frank had a pensive look. “What’s on your mind?” ‘’We need a name.’’ ‘’No we don’t.’’ ‘’I’m thinking ‘Knights of Righteousness’’’ “If you insist, why not ‘Knights of Justice.’’ “Let’s flip a coin over it.’’ “Tails Knights of Righteousness, heads Knights of Justice. It landed on tails. “Knights of Righteousness it is then.’’ 
“This is the place.” Sir Frank got off his horse and began knocking. “Come out, Desmodus.!” “The Knights of Righteousness demand it!” “Knights of Righteousness?” “What kind of hackneyed name is that?” “Sir Frank came up with it .” “Of course he did.” “What can I do for you?” “”We want you to enchant our armor and weapons.” “It’ll cost you.” “How much?” “Seventy two shillings.” 
“Is that all?” Sir George said as he handed him the money. “Now stand back” He raised his staff as the knights were surrounded by an aura. “Done.’ “Now go away.”
“A tad stand offish.’’ “But he gets the job done.” “You better be right, Frank.’’ 
‘’Halt!’ A Knight charged at them, sword aimed at George, whom swung out his to block it. “Who are you?” “My name is Sir Harald; and I want to join you group. George put down his sword ,Harald put down his. “Welcome aboard.’’ “Are you insane?” Sir Frank whispered.” “He’s crazy!” “Trust me.”” “Crazy is what we need.”” He shook his hand. “So you are aware of the Golden Cock?” “I am.”
“Do you know of Desomodus?” “Yes.”
“Welcome to the Knights of Righteousness.’’ “Righteousness?” “Our motive is entirely selfish.’’ “Sir Frank’s idea.’’”You wanted ‘Knights of Justice’.’’ ‘’True.’’
“I have a confession to make.’’ “I have dome something less than righteousness .’’ “You’re among friends.’” “I bedded Sir Wilfred’s wife.’’ “Of Ivanhoe?” Sir George asked incredulously Sir Frank smiled The very same.” “You got in a fight over it, didn’t you?” “I did.’’ ‘’You shouldn’t bed other men’s wives.” “Did you win?” Sir Harald asked. Before Sir Frank could answer, giant worms popped out from the ground. “Hell worms.” “Are they actually called that?” Sir Frank asked. “No idea.” Was 
Sir George’s response. “I just wanted to call them that.” They leaped off their horses and began slashing and stabbing at the worms, their armor and weapons withstanding the flames thanks to Desmodus’s enhancements. “We survived, lads.” Sir George said in triumph. “Too bad for our horses.” Sir Frank bemoaned gesturing towards their charred remains. Sir George turned around and noticed that Sir Harald was eating them. He glanced at the other knights.“What?” “I guess we’re continuing on foot.’’ 
They kept going until they reached a cave the was littered with treasure 
“Do we dare?” Sir Frank inquired. “We dare.” Sir Harald replied.