Friday, April 11, 2014

Supernatural Friday: What If?

With my young cat maybe needing surgery and can not think of a post for my blog today since I do need towork on my latest nonfiction ghost book I am working on, I am leaving a scenario and hoping you readers will leave your answer in the comments for me and others to read.

What would we humans do if suddenly another species that have been living among us suddenly decided it was time for them to inherit the Earth?

This species may be shapeshifters, vampires, demons (maybe what our ancestors called them), even aliens. Whatever they may be, what would we do? Our militaries would be called out, of course, but maybe these beings would destroy most of the soldiers, sailors, pilots, and Marines. Then they would come after the humans. City by city, humans might be massacred and buildings end up empty and silent, except for the monsters. Armageddon would be the cry on our lips. What do you think those few surviving members of humanity do against these beings of paranormal strengths? Tell me how this story might end by leaving a comment. Please share this among friends so they too may leave their answer.

Sunday, April 06, 2014

Supernatural Friday: Night of the Crimson Moon

This an original poem by Pamela K. Kinney and copyrighted to her. Do share the link so others may find it to read.

Night of the Crimson Moon

Darkness roamed that night,
A cold, oily shadow
Pausing, it sniffs the air
Searching, searching,
For the sweet scent of children.

Freed from the bowels of the earth,
Where it slept for a hundred years
Waiting for that one special night--
The night of the crimson moon.

The ominous moon hung low in the sky,
Seemingly hungry as the beast
Prowling the skies for innocent stars,
Not unlike the monster
Who hunted for human prey.

But some sixth sense told the people true,
Keep the little ones indoors,
And keep watch so that they didn't stray outdoors.
Various protections at locked windows and doors,
Just might keep out those not allowed in.

When a blushing dawn danced over the horizon,
One touch of warm, golden finger  of the sun
And the creature recoiled.
Chased away, it bolted for its lair of darkness,
Back to sleep for another hundred years.

Maybe, just maybe,
When the crimson moon night came around again
Humankind might forget,
That the night holds more than the darkness
And a plump child would fill the hunter's belly.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Supernatural Friday: What the Hell Are Demons Anyway?

Check out an original poem of mine, copyrighted. Don't take the poem, but do share the link with friends and fiends!

What the Hell Are Demons Anyway?
Pamela K. Kinney

Demonic, devil, dem…what the heck!
It’s all the same,
Or is it?
Is it about demons?
Or devils?
So many decisions
So many names and translations.
Daemon or fiend?
Dark angel or fallen angel.
Unclean spirit or diamond?
Ancient Greek word daim┼Źn denotes a spirit or divine power,
No connotations of evil or malevolence.
But with Lucifer and Satan comes pure evilness
Demons are the new black.
Or red, with horns and pitchforks!
Whatever you think,
Those bad boys and girls are here
To terrorize us,
Give us nightmares,
And we’re not talking about horses here!
Demons, devil, fallen angel,
It’s all on the tip of the tongue
And maybe the stuff of Hell.

You can read devil or demon stories in Southern Haunts: Devils in the Darkness, that includes a short story of mine about a demon dog, both in print and Kindle. Find it also at and Books A Million.