David Parham
Bio
Writer, Filmmaker, Digital artist.
The ever Changing Complexities of Life, Fear, Mysteries and Capturing that which may not be there Tomorrow.
Complex, Change, Fear, Mystery, Tomorrow & Capture. Six reasons I write.
Stories (26/0)
New Worlds
COLONIZATION Colonization of planets, once the dream of intergalactic explorers, mad scientists and space cowboys appeared closer to reality as Blank Days (2020-2035) swept the earth. Extreme social unrest was grinding down societies, one cataclysmic event after another. The elite governing bodies had lost control over their citizens. Cops quit their jobs in droves, farmers stopped planting for two years causing world-wide starvation. Seeds and fertilizer had been taxed out of existence. In this ‘Blankverse’ the media stopped reporting about rampaging daily violence and death tolls. School shootings, riots, terrorist threats, even wars went unmentioned. People were dying in the streets, not just in third world countries but in places like London, New York, Paris, Tokyo and LA. Horror was upon us.
By David Parham4 days ago in Futurism
MurderVerse
Easy job, right? Get the money
By David Parham5 days ago in Poets
MurderVerse
[email protected] Questions.
By David Parham6 days ago in Poets
Forgotten Man
If you want to know what I do read T...E...H....It’s a nonfiction book detailing somewhat, how the US operates in foreign countries. The offers made, the deals struck and what happens when a leader refuses to play ball. I operate in a similar fashion but the company I work for is completely unknown and I am invisible.
By David Parham14 days ago in Confessions
I Have Sins
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Okay kids. I keep reading this statement over and over and I’m just not sure I like it. Pastor Morris sent this spooky little sentence to my cell last night and I spent half an hour copying it, word for word, onto my yellow legal pad. I’m supposed to tell you guys a really scary story using this sentence as my opening statement. Scary Stories around the fire have been a tradition on these outings since I can’t remember when. I think okay no problem but there are five cabins here, not one. Which one do I put the candle in? I kind of wonder if the soon to be retired pastor even remembers camping here 10 years ago? That was the year we lost Billie and Cyrus in the canoe tip over. Their bodies were never recovered. Big lake out there. I know Pastor Morris blames himself for that incident. He hasn’t been on any youth retreats since then. BTW all backpacks are in your assigned cabins so your all set. Thank me later. The food is in my cabin, the cabin with the candle in the window. Sorry. I decided to place the candle in my room because I’ll need the light while looking over instructions and planning for tomorrows activities. In other words I need the light more than you all do. Okay, I’m looking at my to- do list here. We’ve arrived. Check. Back packs are in Cabins. Check. Camp fire lit. Check. Read camp Instructions. Okay, one, don’t go anywhere without your camp buddy. Two, camp buddies have to be girl, girl and boy, boy. No boy-girl combos. That’s how Billie and Cyrus got in trouble. They wanted some alone time and thought the adults wouldn’t bother them out in the middle of the lake. We all know how that ended. We later learned that Billie may have been pregnant. Not sure about that but as youth pastor kids do talk to me. The silver lining there is that we managed to get the canoe back to shore. Billie’s father was happy to have his little boat back. Three, no foul language. I know you kids like to push the boundaries when it comes to expressing yourselves and that’s fine, I was young once too. Please express yourselves as though you were in church. However if something slips out we’re not going to judge. Let’s limit our foul language to the words, damn and hell. Those are in the Bible. I think any word that can be identified by a single letter in front of the word word is offensive. Talking about the f-word, c-word, a-word, b-word, the really bad stuff. Camp instructions. Check. Camp location. You are located in a beautiful wooded area, deep, deep in a forest known as Ridge Pike. Ridge Pike isn’t exactly the agreed upon location, that was Camp River Glenn about twenty miles due east. We passed Camp River Glen on the way up here. And also, ignore that little saying a lot of people repeat, ‘Go to Ridge Pike and end up on a spike.’ I’ve always liked Ridge Pike better, nobody can hear you scream out here. The road we drove in on is, Turner Road, named after little Jimmy Turner. Jimmy was the lad who walked into the woods one day but never walked out. Turner road serves as a gruesome reminder that the forest, while beautiful, can also swallow you up if your not careful. Always have your camp buddy close by. It’s a quick eight mile walk up Turner road to the nearest gas station. Which may or may not be open. And no phones, no cell towers, sorry. Two years ago, Trudy Tyler made it to the station screaming incoherently. She was bare foot, scared, cut up, and of course she asked to use the phone. Sorry Trudy Tyler. Rude awakening. No communication devices. And the restrooms are permanently out of order. Thank goodness I found her. Oh and FYI there is an institution for the criminally insane between here and the filling station. Very dangerous place. Every once in a while someone escapes. But you will all be fine if your camp buddy is with you.”
By David Parhamabout a month ago in Horror
