I’m Mick McGee from Byte Sized Horrors and I want to tell you about a spoooooky story coming from the United Kingdom! Here is the best of the best from Tariq Sharif called ‘Forgotten Treasures’! Enjoy this story as we kick off the first season of the Byte Sized Horrors podcast for kids!
Forgotten Treasures by Tariq Sharif
Every Saturday, Tristan would wander around the city dump, absent-mindedly, from dusk till dawn. He was retching because of the musty winds, which were blowing the orange dust creating a mini sandstorm. His torn, worn-out shirt was capering in the winds and he used it as a mask whenever he bent down to inspect an ancient treasure. The smell of ancient, rusty objects wafted around his dusty nose. As he roamed the dump, the rat droppings’ stench tingled it as well. Wandering against his will, he curiously scavenged for mysterious things he could study and caress. To most, these things were detritus, however; to him, they were amazing artifacts. The dark-hearted, black, cawing crows almost made his ears bleed- their feathers falling as they were barely flying and each one gave him the message to leave
An old pirate’s compass whispered to him, face shattered, and the shards of glass spread all over the floor. In its dying breath, a mahogany, grandfather clock stole this curious boy’s interest in anything else when it chimed six times even though it was deep in the earth. He gaped in awe when he glimpsed an enormous, scarred and scorched rocket! He pondered what foolish person would have left a rocket that was hardly rusty at all. Tristan pretended to watch a TV show on the battered television set; yet there was one thing that grabbed his attention the most.
This thing was made of splintered wood and burnished metal. It had ancient, engraved patterns on the top and it had a rusty keyhole. “What is this?” he asked himself. It was blood-dark colored, with bits of silver. Carefully, Tristan lifted the box and blew. A giant cloud of dust formed and made him burst out a heavy bout of cough. As twilight appeared, he carried the box home but this unexpecting boy couldn’t have imagined what would happen next.
Snails a Whorl Whirl Whore World…
So a friend and I made some artsy snails awhile back. Essentially this was in response to her granddaughter proclaiming that her favorite animals are whorl snails. My friend heard “whore snails” and was a bit perturbed that the child would use such a word so nonchalantly, whether or not she knew what it meant. But then again toddler-speak is like that sometimes… Anyway, it stuck.
So we made some whore snails, all glammed up and ready to go. We started with these flat metal snails and then painted and decorated them, to whore them up a bit. I figured this would be apropos after my recent Valentine’s Day posts and that the end results were horrifying enough to appear here.
This is my friend’s creation. I especially like the David Bowie star and cherry bling to match her cherry red lipstick. The purple shell is a great color on her too. I think my friend went back and decorated her shell more after the fact, but I didn’t see the snail after those changes.
And here’s my whore snail. She’s a bit more of an ice queen with her deceptively lovey-dovey eyes and mouth full of poison darts, like the underwater snails do. I believe I called her a Hoar Whore Whorl Snail as when the discussion first came up I heard “hoar” and thought of hoarfrost. Hence the ice queen take…
And another friend joined us via Zoom just to visit and have fun making art together.
This little Zoomed in snail is kinda cute, like she’s out on the beach in her bikini… Mixed media on paper.
So if that wasn’t disturbing enough, check out my inappropriate Shrinky Dinks posted here before, or maybe this Eye Candy Peeps Easter basket, both taking some innocuous thing(s) turning into something… else…
Have a Dystopian Girls on Film Valentine’s Day
So it’s finally actually Valentine’s Day, and thus marks the final segment of our dysfunctional dystopian romance. So far, we’ve survived both Gen X and Krampusnacht, what else could possibly be in store? Girls on Film…
Image description: Video camera umbrella shower succubus stares through the lens at the viewer, surrounded by eerie Cthulhoid horror embellishments with text.
Text reads: Happy Valentine’s Day; lipstick cherry all over the lens as she’s falling; give me shudders in a whisper; take me up ’til I’m shooting a star; (she’s more than a lady)
OK so this Valentine’s Day dystopia ends in a Duran Duran video, because of course it does. If the video doesn’t load properly, you can find it by following this link. Girls on Film.
Here’s the camera eye succubus all by itself, for your viewing pleasure. Actually this is the original original image from an Unselfie performance art piece in the shower before I decided to forego the umbrella. Girls on Film.
Krampus and Jennifer Weigel wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day
Krampus got a little confused and decided to celebrate Krampusnacht for St. Valentine instead of St. Nicholas. So Happy Valentine’s Day, as it were. No real surprise there, the whipping can go either way…
Here’s a before image of a doll like this one started as, one of those Christmas caroler figures.
And here are some after images to burn into your brain through your retinas.
Krampus’ eyes and horns are black light sensitive. The pin is a hand beaded piece that I lucked into at thrift and was perfect for this, nice and gaudy. Because even Krampus says you gotta have bling – it is Valentine’s Day after all.
And here’s a detail shot of the cape so you can see the chubby cheeky angels. Just like on all those Italian ceilings, these angels love to look down upon you in bed not sleeping, just like they would do. Such pervs. Perfect for creepy Christmas and Valentine’s Day alike…
If you want to check out more of my altered dolls, I have posted several to Haunted MTL here: