The Dream Keeper

"Sir," said the jittery homeless man on the train. He was clad in a filthy dark jacket, had a an aged and ragged-edged ski cap on, and an uneven, grey-sprinkled beard. He was missing some teeth and he smelled like piss and liquor. Oh, no wonder - he had a thing of vodka in a brown paper bag. "Sir, can you..." "Sorry, I don't have anything." I said. He turned to the Goblin next to me, who helpfully held out Goblin-Gold with a big, toothy smile. That is, he gave him a little black, silk baggy of worms, beetles and rocks, which to his people were currency. I looked down and away to smirk, shaking my head. Poor Goblins - they hadn't figured out how to deal with the Homeless yet. The man begrudgingly accepted the useless sack, probably planning on emptying it out and selling it if it wasn't too damaged. Or, hey, maybe he'd eat the bugs. I dunno how desperate he was. He walked on while the Goblin crossed his legs and continued to hum his ...

They're the embodiment of all that is evil and wrong and ungood, don't ya know? Pictured: Evil, apparently. 

Taken from a Reddit Writing Prompt, which you can find here . My post is there too, which you can find on that page under my username: "FearTheProxyHorde" Enjoy! ''BETH AND SHELLY'' Technique, Astaroth said. It was all about technique. WHY THE HOLY HELL DIDN'T I LISTEN?!? How long has it been? Six minutes, and still all she's got is the Ren and Stimpy theme song up in her head? Lucifer Almighty, do parents just park their kids in front of the T.V. sets nowadays? I could parent these kids better, and I exist to create suffering for no defined god-damned reason! Literally, that's in the handbook: "Thou art to weave pain, and woe, and (And, well, it goes on for 666 pages after that) for some god-damned reason. This is the Devil's Creed, and we honor it for it is in our nature." Ugh, when is this gonna turn off? O.K., wait it out, they taught you about this. People can be very patient, even children with their short at...

And that rhyming name pleases me waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more than any twenty-something man has any right to be. Thinking about making him my official mascot from now on. Thoughts?

And yet another Goblin. This one I've decided to call Sid. Because it fits, y'know. As a tall, thing bassist I find myself identifying with him far more than I should.

This is Stretch the Goblin. He's one of three Goblins, all with the last name Zinn, who make noise in the Boy's Garage.  Originally his name was to be J.B. or maybe Beckenstein, after Jay B. Beckenstein , but once I started calling him Stretch I got too used to it. 

Or, if you want a pretentious and artsy title: "Breaking Out Of The Prison Of Normality." I live in New York, so, y'know, feel free to picture this. If it helps.  So, Halloween is the best Holiday ever, right? Right! ALL DISSENTERS REPORT TO THE GAS OVENS! Halloween is great for a number of reasons, most of which I don't have to tell you. One of them, though, doesn't get mentioned often enough, and I thought I'd pass it along here should anyone come across it. Tell me: if you pass by a guy on the street, exactly how much thought do you give him? If he's not doing anything particularly weird or dressed unusually you probably just walk by, right? Right. But what about Halloween? You walk by somebody dressed as a character you recognize, what do you do? This. You do this. I saw, this Halloween, a pair of parents with three kids - Mom was Alex Delarge, Dad was Jason. The kids were Mike Myers, Freddy Krueger and the baby had a Hannibal L...