Winerose' Abysmal Compendium

Winerose’ Abysmal Compendium

  by Darren Wilson

  Copyright 2014 Darren Wilson

  Table Of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Story 1 - The Flip Side

  Story 2 - The Blind, Leading

  Story 3 - The Sheath Of Madness

  About The Author

  Story 1 - THE FLIP SIDE

  “The Grand Theater, please,” said Macon as he entered the cab.

  “Yes sir,” said the taxi driver. He pulled away from the curb and they began their journey to the south east of the city away from the Marbury Hotel, where Macon stayed.

  “Excuse me, but you have many items. May I ask, what are you going to the theatre for with such a heavy load?” The taxi driver asked.

  “I’m going for a performance. I’m a magician, you see. I’m very famous. Haven’t you heard of ‘The Disappearing Macon’?”

  “No, I have not. I don’t stay up to date with celebrities. I’m afraid I’m too busy for such things, but I do love magic,” said the taxi driver, they stopped due to traffic.

  “Everyone loves magic. What is your name?” Macon asked.

  “My name is Burkall. Macon, I presume?”

  “Yes. Let me show you a trick,” said Macon.

  “I’m watching,” said Burkall, as he looked back through his rear view mirror.

  Macon held up a coin in his hand, balanced it on his finger and it began to spin. He then turned his hand so that it was now facing down, as if the coin were suspended in the air by his finger. He passed his free hand over the other and the coin appeared to disappear.

  “Marvelous, that was a great trick!” Burkall exclaimed, getting away from traffic.

  “Yes, I know. It took me a month to learn that. Always good for small crowds,” said Macon, who had a smile on his face and was pleased with himself.

  “You know it’s very fortunate that you met me, today. I have a special coin too. It came into my possession years ago and I always keep it close to me, as if it were a piece of myself, but I no longer need it. It is a special coin that grants wishes. I’m sure you’ve always wanted to see real magic. I want to give it to you,” said Burkall as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin.

  It was large, worn, one side with a head on it, was white. The other side, with a fist on it, was black. Burkall handed it to Macon.

  “A wish granting coin you say?”

  “Guard it with your life, use it only when alone. Heads gives you the wish. Tails gives you the opposite. It is very powerful magic. Very ancient,” said Burkall.

  “I don’t believe it.”

  “You will,” Burkall insisted.

  Macon sat there in silence eyeing the coin the rest of the way and when they arrived at the theater Burkall helped Macon with his things.

  “Why are you giving this away?” Macon asked.

  “Because I have everything I have ever wanted. Now, have fun and don’t wish for anything too big because the flip side is that if it’s tails you might end up losing big time. I learned that the hard way. Say your wish aloud then flip the coin, it’s easy. Good luck,” said Burkall, as he got into his cab and drove away.

  Macon got into the theatre, made his way to his dressing room and as always he made sure to unpack a photo of his parents, which was for luck. He spent a moment looking at it. He was also very anxious to try out this gift he’d been given. He wasn’t sure if he could trust it, but the moment it touched his hand he felt something indescribable. He didn’t want to let it go. He thought for a moment and when he was satisfied he made a wish.

  “I wish I had a plate of my mom’s creamy chicken linguine,” he said. He flipped the coin and it landed on his dressing table… tails. He frowned. What was supposed to happen?

  All of a sudden in the mirror he saw a bright light and the light travelled beyond the line between reflection and reality. He was wide-eyed, his expression priceless. The light landed on the table then spread itself out to form a dish and contents. The light slowly faded and the first thing he noticed was the smell. Horrible! It smelled like a dead animal, rotten eggs and feces and it looked like the linguine had been sitting there for months, not seconds. He almost puked in his mouth. He threw it away and sealed the plastic bag tight. At least he knew it worked now!

  “I wish I had a million dollars!” He said with fervor. He flipped the coin… heads!

  A big black hole appeared in the ceiling and made a suction sound. Out of it fell a large suitcase which made a big ‘thud’ when it hit the ground. He crept over to it, unlatched the lock and peeked inside. Within was a ton of cash, but it was in Canadian dollars… good enough!

  “I want a six inch penis!” He shouted, he flipped the coin… tails?

  He felt a weird cold feeling in his nether regions. He checked his pants.

  “Two inches? I want a six inch penis!” He flipped the coin… tails.

  He checked his pants again.

  “A vagina! I want a SIX INCH PENIS!” He bellowed. He flipped the coin… heads.

  He checked his pants. He breathed a sigh of relief, then rejoiced. Amazing!

  He sat down and looked at a photo of his parents. He felt a sadness blossom from deep within his chest and it felt as if the photo were calling out to him. He needed this next wish badly.

  He stood up and cleared his throat.

  “I wish my parents were back from the dead,” he said. He flipped the coin… tails.

  “No.”

  He looked at the photo of his parents for the last time as they faded from it’s borders. They faded from existence. A knock on the door sounded.

  “We’re ready for you Macon.”

  He nodded and left the room, feeling empty, as if he lost something.