Temple of Terror

This Halloween, Walla Walla Washington will be the home of a new realm of fear as the Temple of Terror will be opening its ancient doors and unleashing its horrors onto the land! Step through the portals on October 29th, 30th, and 31st and be awed by the amazing, gawk at the gore, scream at the sights and sounds of the dead and deranged! Can you survive this unholy building of doom? Will you be able to keep your soul from the minions of darkness? Can you at least keep your heart beating in this maze of madness? We shall see.......

Temple of Terror
Oct. 29 - 31
Portals open at 7pm

Come in and enjoy the terror with two alternate routes!
Initial entry is $8 with alternate round re-entry of $4.

(There will be a free and safe event area to drop the little victims off around the side, complete with coloring activities and face painting.)

Happy re-Birthday

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Today marks the 20th anniversary of my rebirth. This is the day that a hot headed 13 year old and an impulsive 14 year old developed their own rite of passage without intention and forever changed both their lives. One will be forever haunted and one will be eternally grateful.

In celebration of this twisted birthday, I have decided to post something I wrote in 1995. It is a little rough but it sings the story. So, as though I were in an old movie, I am here to say, "Take it away Sam."

It was a glorious feeling now that I reflect. Death. The absence of feeling. My vision went black, not even black, there was nothing. No senses, nothing. It was wonderful.

I was shot by a gun, a .44 magnum to be exact. A beautiful, metallic, harbinger of death. The long, cold barrel stared me straight in the eyes, no not the eyes, the soul. The pistol screamed! I fell into nothingness. My face leaped towards the words the pistol shouted as the rest of my body attempted to jump awy. My unliving form fell forward in amazing speed but my chin caught us at the edge of the desk I was occupying. My senses were already on vacation by this time. Vacation nothing, they were half way to Mexico on a more permanent basis.

The depressing part was that my sight had returned. I was watching a set of stairs walking up and away from me. My feet weren't moving. "This must be the stairway to Hell," I thought. I was upset to find out that I was wrong...very upset.

The blood raced from my still unmoving form in ungodly amounts. If I had feeling, the sensation would be better than sex, I'm certain. Everything swiftly turned crimson and the sight alone made the tip of my mind tingle.

I was outside. The rest of my senses returned, unfortunately. They were as depressed as I am now. I found myself staring at the alley behind my shooter's home. Bored. Alone for another part of my life. I walked, slipping on my own type O all the way back up the stairs I was dragged down and into the executioner's room, the place I had the chance to greet Death. This is where I found the gunman dialing for help. At the time, I was pleased. I don't understand why. I sat on the bed, wasting space in the corner and began taking delight in the actual entry wound and the oral innards that were exiting my widened maw. The mouth stew seemed more like a witch's brew...a dozen teeth, freshly mulched gums, a pinch of gunpowder, a handful of ripped and burned flesh...and it was all annointing my person.

The angels charged into the room, wearing their customary white. Two had brought in a stretcher, two were equipped with towels and a red, plastic box. Strange equipment for angels. One supressed my bleeding crevice with a towel while another checked my heart rate. The other two loaded me onto their stretcher and hauled me off like groceries in a shopping cart.

Well, that's how I saw it six years after the event. I have had time to heal and grow since and have grown to love what I once loathed. I appreciate the life I fought for.

My life never returned to normal and there are many things I cannot do that I watch the rest of the world take for granted, things that I used to be hateful for not being able to do. The toughest part of the whole change was the deadened nerves in the left side of my face that cripple me in the sense that I no longer smile without looking like Quasimodo and that my facial expressions are so outlandish now that they cause a second glance from people around me, even people that are often in my presence. I know that my goofy expressions are enough to cause people to point and snicker, and it still stings every time someone does, but I know that if they were to try going through the ordeal that made me the joke I am today, they wouldn't have the willpower to survive the first week of my trials, let alone the years of physical and psychological torture and two decades of societal ridicule and when I feel the needles of shame or embarrassment piercing through my chest, I just think of the gun. No other pointing hurt quite like it and just like it, I will survive the pointing of others and become stronger for it.

Though my life isn't normal and I can't do some of the simplest of things, my life is great and I wouldn't trade in for any other. I am me, not because of the handicaps that hold me back, but because of the success I achieve in spit of them!

Happy birthday to me!

(Same event, different emotional perspective)

Writer's Challenge #5

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This challenge was one that was posted to me by a friend of a friend (long story) and it was creative enough that I thought I would share it with you.

Go online or hit your local music store to grab a list of 20 Indie rock band names, at random (I recommend a top 20 list for 2008 or have a couple friends go with you and get them to split the task of gathering bands).

Take your 20 band names and create a story using the names. Use all 20 names, they don't have to be in order and you can use other words to enhance but get all 20 band names in.

writer's Challenge #4

Taking full advantage of my recent visit to the coast, I thought it might be interesting to see things from another creature's eyes. This thought came about while watching people flocking to tide pools and gawking at the various aquatic lifeforms.

So, this challenge: Pick a sea creature that can typically be found on the shoreline and write a story strictly from this creature's point of view.

Let's play some Brute!

Hey there, friends!

I was doing some random online browsing for internet excitement of an odd flavor and I ended up running across the craziest little game! (Okay, it probably isn't extremely crazy but it does seem like a lot of fun)!


The game is called My Brute and when you show up at the site, you get the chance to make your own little brute. By simply typing in your fighter's name, the site generates a cute little fighter for you. If you don't like the way he or she looks, click on the little button to the left of it, near th
e feet and the site will randomly generate a new character until you find something more appealing. You can even change the color scheme of your Brute with the button on the right.

Get your guy or gal started and throw it into the arena for some fighting fun! The site will ask you to set up a password but doesn't ask for anything else!

There is no real complicated game play, just a couple clicks gets you into a fight with another brute and the website A.I. does the rest! It may not be super involved but is an entertaining 3 minutes of the day, regardless!

Writing Challenge #3

Wow, it took some time get back 'round to this blog. My apologies. I would like to make some reason for not posting which fills your heart with pity which causes you to excuse it all away. Unfortunately, I ain't got one! Moving on:

I know today isn't Monday, but...
This week's writing challenge is a simple one. Pick a favorite musical band, favorite movie, video game, comic book, role playing....well, you get the point. Once you have it nestled securely into your forethought, write a haiku (or a series of haiku) discussing it. Heck, you could even write one for each of the various topics I displayed above (or more, if you choose).

Let's see what we can get done eight days from now (July 17th).

Infinite Inkweel Writer's Guild Update

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As this blog has slowly formed from my own desire to write, into a small guild of writers, it seems only logical that multiple people be allowed to create posts on this site.

As of now, this blog site is a forum for all of the writers in the Infinite Inkwell Writer's Guild so that, all of the writers have a platform of their works or thoughts. Each post is property of the individual guild member.

This action should open this blog into a multiverse of fiction and fantasy and can even act as a springboard to other blogs of each writer, just like my own blog about comic books.

Thanks for reading friends and don't just read, dip that pen!