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The horses knew. They always did. The palomino broke from the tree first, the paints quick to follow.
Perplexed, the cowboys moved to chase, but the stranger raised a gentling hand as he strode into the light. "Sit, boys. They'll return by morning."
Shame all that'd be left was barren ash. #hbp131
„I had already stumbled through the desert for three days – hungry, and most of all, thirsty – when suddenly a cactus opened his eyes. (...)
Whole story here:
medium.com/@funnyfrogge...
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Bob grabbed Az and took flight.
“Quiet!” he hissed. “We need to take the portal Down—“
“Where?”
“Vegas. Duh.”
=5 hrs later=
“Is that it?”
Bob stared. “You need to get Up m—“
A beam lit them from above.
“Ahh! HE f—“
“Az, it’s a helicopter.”
More beams, circling.
“…3 helicopters.”
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“Ow!” Azazel twisted to look at his butt. “Why are the plants pointy?”
Bob shrugged. “So you won’t sit on them?”
“I’m not even supposed to BE—“
Bob hushed him. Two women in masks and habits, wielding swords and…squirt guns?, were getting closer—
A spray hit Azazel, who screamed.
Photo credit: deanj©️
The #abandoned blackout in the desert- #hbp131
Two brothers and a black eye drinking with their demons into the wee hours. It's a glorified western horror of two men being boy's as the ghosts creep into their shell..
photo/words ©️me (2024)
#writingprompt
A hillbilly banjo player
Sat on steps of a shotgun house
His song echoed through his cowtown
Meanwhile snake duelled & killed mouse
There are demons in the desert
They rob banks, demolish saloons
& grab ladies by the puddy
These are the lores hidden in tunes
#Poetry #Cats #hbp #hbp131
A glowing ACME catalog appeared in his paws. He flipped through. TNT? Rocket skates? Anvil launcher? Holy peyote!
He filled out the order form. The page sweated under his pads. "Thank you for your soul," the catalog whispered. His name faded from the page. A box appeared. The game began.
#hbp131
🌵 Da-da-dum meow meow meow♪
Da-da-dum maow maow maOWWW♪
Da-duuum maow ma-ma-maow♪
Da-da-dum meow ma-maoww♪ 🦅
Pew pewpew PEW 🏜
Da-da-dum … meow .. meow .. meow♪ 🐎
#hbp #hbp131 #cats
(lol sorry, couldn’t resist!)
Peach Schnapps, mutters to himself: ...bury em, just deserts for Hades IV...
Kurt2: We're giving them dessert?
P: No, deserts. With one s.
K2: Just deserts? Like on Tattoine?
P: Not--
K2: Ooh! Or like Dune!!
P: Jebus save me.
K2: I always wanted to ride a sandworm!
P: I hate you.
#hbp131
*old tweet
Blood pools in desert dunes. The dead pile high. Daemons vs the punk army vie for control of interdimensional travel via
Roobic's Cosmic Cube. No one quite knows when exactly the horrific war between Peach Schnapps & the Poltergeists and Hades IV started. It was a puzzling affair.
#hbp131
It must have been a mirage. The distant silhouette had to be a product of rippling heat waves and delusion. No one else would subject themself to the brutality of the desert, its raging sandstorms, its blistering suns. How had the person survived the journey here? And why was she smiling? #hbp131
Lurching forward under the baking hot sun, which has since dried the blood from his clothes, Rudy's body was driven by a single thought that overshadowed his desire for food, water, and shelter: "the demons in the desert are coming."
He can't stop. He won't stop. If he does, they're all dead
#hbp131
Demons in the desert:
Arid soulscapes
(dried emotions)
Backward glances become
cacti spines
creeping around the ankles,
poking holes in dreams
and beliefs.
Letting in fresh light.
#hbp131 #prompt #writing #poetry #writingcommunity
crackling movin'
pockets in the desert ground
reduced to sand dust
birthing demons
sent to hell from Jesus
Photocredit ~Arisa Chattasa
#hbp131 #writing #evil
In the lawless town of Iron Hollow, ex-gunslinger Scorpion Drake hunts desert demons. With sharp-tongued saloon keeper Marigold Jones and weary bounty hunter Zeke Cobb, he must face horrors rising from the sand—before the town is lost to darkness.
#hbp131 #flashlit
Spurs echoed in the canyon. “Oi, Kazok! Wait - wat’s yer play-name agin’?”
“Zeke. Feh! Dumb human name. Quit that accent!” Dezon’s fangs shone. “I kin do wat I’s like terday, Zeke. Let’s shoot up dat All-Right Corral!”
“O.K. CORRAL!” Kazok lost it. 𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑛 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟 & ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑠!
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"It's gorgeous out here in the desert, especially at night." She turned to him, her grin barely visible through the car's headlights. "Thanks for bringing me."
He smiled back. "There are demons out here, and they're closer than you think."
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He felt like an idiot.
Father Ted Harlan, demonologist, had challenged the demon to a duel at 'high noon' in front of God and everybody. But of course, in the light of the sun no devils walk but the ones in human skin.
And so it was the Padre stood in the dusty road with nobody but gawkers.
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The sun bakes the bones clean. The wind howls like the damned. In the dust-choked silence, something waits—horned, grinning, patient. The frontier ain’t lawless. It just answers to older rules. A deal sealed in blood, a shadow at high noon—love and damnation ride the same trail.
#hbp131
Church rolled the cylinder twice as he watched the shadows swiftly move from cover to cover. He wondered if he knew them from his past or if they were new recruits. The hammer hit the primer, and a mixture of lead, quicksilver, and iron tore the head off the first vampire. #hbp131
"It's like I opened a portal to hell," Cosmo confessed to Bailey. "Now, it looks like there's demons in the desert like some bad western horror film."
There were many things that Bailey wanted to scream at him. The words 'I was right' was the one that choked her in the throat. #hbp131
‘Take tumbleweed,’ continued Jed. ‘You see them out here in the fall, sprawling around where they choose.’
‘But you mentioned graves?’ asked Kathy.
‘Tumbleweed are manifestations of corrupted souls,’ Jed whispered. ‘Every fiendish seed hungers for innocent blood.’
Kathy shivered.
#hbp131 #vss
Nobody'd heard of Decherd Lanza, except a few boys back home who figured him for a dullard, not some fast-draw gunslinger. But, over the last few years, rumors started flying about that Decherd sold his soul to a demon for precognition, and that's what made him the fastest hand in the West. #hbp131
This was the worst crime scene I've even known. Four victims, ripped apart, their tent shredded.
"Wolves?", I mused.
"yee naaldlooshii" said Yaz.
"Yee, who?"I asked.
"Skinwalkers" he replied. "Ancient shapeshifters, demons.."
"Aww, bullsh-"
"Not to the Navajo, John" he said sternly.
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Demons in the desert. In the Sahara the Tuareg call them djinn, a menace a cow lick like Two-Shot McCoy wouldn’t want to bring back to the Old West—but he did. He wasted two wishes on whiskey and wild women. The third on a saddle with all the trimmings, which became flashy Christmas lights.
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It was in an old paper magazine
Made of heavy metal
Your fingers gripped the paper
And the paper gripped back
Tex Arcana
Lots of demons in the Old West
Lots of tits out too
So you knew who drew
But I like tits
So I read the text
Some pictures too
Black and white
Because horror is at night
