A Rare Breed Of Horror, The New Revelation

By Yore Devo Shun

Yore Devo Shun truly captures the hearts of his readers in A Rare Breed of Horror, The New Revelation! The psychological thriller borders the perimeters of the readers’ minds, slowly encasing them within its horror as the complex narrative interweaves seven short stories in prequel to an apocalptic trilogy. The concise work transcends the mere publication, placing the readers upon the very page as they venture along with a tortured soul!
In a time similar to our own, in a society far more advanced, the innocence of ‘Godford’ impedes his perception. The third grader is amiss to the cause of his failures as his science project begins to reflect the internal conflicts of humanity. As Godford’s experiment concludes,‘Afterlife’ adjoins his world to ours through the technological advancements of science fiction, and our mortal world crumbles as the narrative slips beyond the generalization into a more private affair. The fantasy of ‘The Bored and The Stone’ exhilarates our sense as we pass the time with John and his mysterious Stone, haphazardly racing towards destiny!
As the reality of the fantasy clutters our mind, it retreats its borders to encompass a mystical delusion, and we wallow amidst our passions, free of the world’s imperfections; our spirits move us towards our desires. Wandering within the enchanted ‘Garden’, our moods are elated, till Thomas’s indiscretions reaffirm our earthly roots in horrific perspective!

Contemplating our own indiscretions, we stroll down memory lane to a time long ago, when innocence was a pure and splendid entity within our souls and the joy of life exuded from our very beings; transcending its glow abound us as we frolicked amidst the simple pleasures of life. Captivated by the tranquility, I venture off the beaten path, lured by the intrigue of a quaint ‘Museum’ and drawn into a heart wrenching moment of despair! Peering through human evolution’s oversight of humanity, my ‘Restless Soul’ beats to the rhythm of my heart as ‘Fluffy” unleashes his fury!

Calmed by the outrage, I begin retreating from my aggressions, searching for a guiding light through the woes of humanity. Drifting off, I indulge in a ‘New Revelation’ and the narrative slowly numbs my mind, as it begins to shield itself from my thoughts. The beauty of a quaint coastal community relaxes my spirit, and reveling in the cool crisp ocean breeze, the joy of innocence captivates my heart as I recall the beauty of a young girl; her eyes gracing me with a rare glimpse of her light, My Light, source of all adolescent inspiration and joy...

Fractured by the rays of her light diminishing, my spirit sinks and desperation concedes to obsession; tragedy ensues, and I embrace ‘Her Light’ till my aggressions unfold in epic proportions, culminating in ‘My Darkness’ consuming the world as it embraces its New Revelation!

A thrilling tribute to the Horror genre, masterfully crafted by Devo Shun...

Come join Godford as he begins a quest for a more utopic society...

• Language: English
• Publisher: A Rare Breed of Horror
• Release date: Aug 20, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465710734

Yore Devo Shun

My name is of little importance, for it is merely a title, but my passion for fine literature demands I embrace the world with my eloquence. My inspiration for this piece derived from my subjection to countless works of horror and their objective viewpoints of such a fine art, for true horror can only exist within the mind, and be embraced by the soul. As you wallow in the mystique, beware your step, many fools have ventured off course amidst the hypocrisy of fables; let not your spirit lose its way, its sole possession.

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PART I

AUTHOR’S INTRODUCTION

My name is of little importance, for it is merely a title, but my passion for fine literature demands I embrace the world with my eloquence. My inspiration for this piece derived from my subjection to countless works of horror and their objective viewpoints of such a fine art, for true horror can only exist within the mind, and be embraced by the soul. As you wallow in the mystique, beware your step, many fools have ventured off course amidst the hypocrisy of fables; let not your spirit lose its way, its sole possession.

PROLOGUE

Brace yourself! For this journey is of the soul. It is no more real than the darkest depths of your imagination, no truer than the torture existing deep within the confines of the human mind. As you dwell, may you heed your horror and beware, for the abyss of hell awaits your arrival!

I sat in the gloom of a dreary day pondering the state of the world and my mind drifted off to a happier, more cheerful environment as I began to pen my first tale.

STORY ONE

GODFORD

‘What a waste’, he thought, ‘what kind of creatures did I create?’

CHAPTER ONE

It was in a time similar to our own, in a society far more advanced, a young couple were preparing for their first child to be born. Knowing the child was going to be a boy, they painted the ceiling of his room pastel baby blue and added patches of white to create a subtle contrast. They then tinted the walls in various designed waves of green brown and gray, creating a collage of scenery wrapping round the room. After adding a yellow sphere to the left hand corner, they dotted the ceiling in a clear glow in the dark paint hundreds of times in various arrays of configurations.

The dots, which could only be seen when the lights were off, were intended to provide nightlight, however, feeling the need for more light, the soon to be parents added one much larger dot near the center of the ceiling. They finished the decor of the room by adding a green carpet with patches of brown and gray. Finally, believing it would enhance the visual experience of their newborn, they designed a slowly rotating platform in the center of the room for the child's crib.

Having completed the decor of the room, the young couple continued on with their preparations until there was only one chore left to accomplish: They had to decide on the appropriate name for their young one. It did seem to be the most difficult responsibility, for they knew of all their decisions this would be the most permanent.

As they slowly scrolled through the possible names, they would occasionally add one to their list of potentials and occasionally subtract one. As they days went on they gradually reduced their list down till they had reached the very last name: So their child would be named Godford. Quite content with their decision, they patiently awaited the day Godford would come into their lives.

CHAPTER TWO

As a baby, Godford was just the cutest little thing. His hair shone like the rays of the sun and his eyes sparkled like two tiny twinkling stars. He was a cheerful little fellow who seemed easily enough amused. In the daytime he would lie in his crib and watch the mesmerizing scenery, seeming to slowly rotate around him, and at night little Godford would gaze at the twinkling glow-in-the-dark paint as it subdued him off to sleep. Everything seemed perfect in the newborn's world, and rightfully so, as his parents were persistent in their attempts to create the best possible environment for their child.

As the days passed on through the weeks and months, little Godford began to show an exceptional aptitude for learning. Reading as a toddler, he greatly anticipated the day he would be old enough to attend school, and as the time came to pass, Godford, while being a bit nervous about his first day of school, was quite anxious to further his educational experiences.

It was not long before Godford was adjusted to his new style of life and began to excel in his studies. As a matter of fact, he had shown an extreme interest in all of his studies bar one: He did not care very much for science. Finding it both boring and confusing, as much as he loved a challenge in his other classes, science had an adverse effect on him. As time went on, his success in other studies motivated him to achieve passing marks in the course, but the subject did not seem to interest him.

It was in a third grade biology class little Godford was assigned a special project he found to be the most perplexing thing for his young mind. But knowing it had to be completed, he set out to accomplish the task. The assignment was to start a colony of some type of sub-organism and watch its progress over a six-week period. An outline was presented detailing the specifics of the project. The first and most disturbing of the details was the project's due date, just seven weeks away. This only gave Godford one week for the assembly. The project could also not be touched, only observed during the six-week period. And finally, the entire project could be no larger than a shoebox. The choice of the subject however, had been left entirely up to the student. It could be as simple as a one-celled organism or as complex as the child chose. The difficulty of the project would be weighing in on the final grade, however, allowing the students to be creative with their selections.

As Godford contemplated the specifics of the experiment, he began to piece together what he thought would be a suitable environment for his specimens to evolve. He then proceeded to introduce various elements proven conducive to life to begin his colony of organisms. Each step had been carefully thought out and he had spent nearly the whole week completing the project. As he applied the finishing touches, he placed the shoebox containing his creation upon the window sill and continued on about his day's activities.

'I am finished', he thought, 'and not a moment too soon!' There was only one day left till the project was due. He thought of all the ways he spend the day, but when it finally arrived the weather was so poor he just spent it resting for his return to school.

CHAPTER THREE

It was on the morning the project was due Godford brought his creation to school. He set it on the rear table of the classroom where all the other projects were located and went on with the rest of studies. From then on a small portion of their biology class was dedicated to observing the experiments. The shoebox-sized experiments, of which most were actually contained in shoe boxes, were arranged in a single file line across the edge of the table. A series of microscopes were aligned with the boxes so the students could easily view each other's projects.

Godford noticed some of the projects beginning to produce colonies on the very first day of the experiment, and as time went on, it was exciting to see progress in the experiments, and the observance time spent in their biology class quickly became the highlight of the children's days.

But unlike many of his classmates’ experiments, Godford’s was not producing any forms of life. With the exception of slight climate changes and subtle terrain shifts, his project looked very similar to how it had at the onset of the experiment. It appeared to be completely barren. While he realized his choice of specimen was more complex than the majority of the projects’, some of which having already reproduced themselves millions of times over, he was well aware some of the experiments more complex than his own had reached much higher levels of production.

Godford could not understand his misfortune and he began retracing the steps of his project’s construction. He remembered starting by creating an environment similar to his room, for it was where he had worked on the project and was quite easy to reproduce. He then added an array of elements proven conducive to life and powered the system with a subatomic thermonuclear battery, size ‘D’, just as his classmates had used in their experiments. He was sure of the battery size because of the distinctive ‘bang’ sound it made upon engaging, as the other, smaller sizes, made more of a ‘ping’ sound; yet his experiment lacked the life found in his classmates’ projects.

He could understand how the simpler projects had advanced so well, but some of the more complex colonies had learned to function completely independent of the environment created for them. While others yet had begun to venture outside of the box, no doubt in search of their creator. But Godford’s had done nothing. Unable to find any logical excuse for his experiment’s failure, Godford engrossed himself in his other studies, subjects for which he had always had more affection.

CHAPTER FOUR

On the morning of his experiment's final day, Godford was quite sure he would receive his first failing grade. The excitement in his classroom was more than little Godford could stand. All of his