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RLJ



Sunday, January 31, 2016

OFF THE OCEAN (AN EXCERPT)



The shoreline of Brunswick County North Carolina is beautiful.
It is awesome, picturesque, refreshing and soulful.
It can also be frightening, wind shorn, storm buffeted and mosquito plagued.
And when those storms rage in from the ocean, 
They can easily draw Horrorworld horror from... Off The Ocean!

RLJ






OFF THE OCEAN  (AN EXCERPT)

(Varnamtown, North Carolina)


...They waited a few minutes more before turning in unison to prepare to leave the river to its secret devices. But just then, before they completely turned around, the creature’s head popped up out of the water. 
Then it lifted its body out of the river up to its waist line area. 
It was expertly treading water, practically floating there looking into the eyes of the men....

RLJ

Saturday, January 30, 2016

A DEEPER RED THAN TRANSMISSION FLUID


Let's see...
Let's contemplate this...
Something that is... A Deeper Red Than Transmission Fluid?

EMA





A DEEPER RED THAN TRANSMISSION FLUID

(New Orleans, Louisiana)


"There's no way this is real," quotes the mechanic as he stares at the liquid coming out of the hose.
 He was dumbfounded as his eyes tried to avert their gaze at the thick red liquid flowing into the collecting pan.
Jack came over to confirm what Paxton first saw... iron pungent, thick liquid stuff that looked like blood!
The men were horrified... what the hell... and when they soon deconstructed the transmission, they found... human bones?

EMA

Friday, January 29, 2016

COUNTDOWN TO A HEART ATTACK


Oh, the snow is beautiful when it is coming down.
And even when the blizzard is raging outside,
It is still an awesome sight.
Then, the dig-out begins!
And people who should not be out there are there....
Lifting heavy snow, leading them to a... Countdown To A Heart Attack!

ELS





COUNTDOWN TO A HEART ATTACK

(Herndon, Virginia)


See old man Silas Sillman shoveling snow from his buried driveway in the aftermath of the winter blizzard?
The driveway snow is 32 inches high, 10 feet across, and 40 feet out to the road... a daunting horror!
What he doesn't know is his heart will take only 8 more shovel attempts of the heavy snow before it explodes.
Good thing for him his wife is fussing at him to stop and come inside... will he listen as he continues to shovel toward his countdown?

ELS

Thursday, January 28, 2016

DOWNWIND WHERE THE SMELLS GATHER


It has been six years since the incident up on the hill.
Through six hot sun bleached summers...
Through six ice box winters...
That which makes one sick remains!
You will know for sure when you are... 
Downwind Where The Smells Gather!

WMM






DOWNWIND WHERE THE SMELLS GATHER

(Madison, Wisconsin)


At the top of Old Mansion Hill is the alter where the psycho killers murdered all those animals.
The blood soaked soil under the grass is still a hew of pink, left in the wake of bloody carnage.
The sight of cat bones, dog bones, unknown bones and other horror remnants squeezes foul bile from the stomach to the mouth.
And down the hill... where the smells gather... can you smell something there that reminds you of something dead that is... human?

WMM  

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

THE VIRUS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WATERFALL (AN EXCERPT)


Today, Samantha Masseur looks out over the lake and embraces her loneliness... again.
She has not seen another living soul for 14 months, now.
Her 9 year old daughter, Linda, still has not contracted a virus... yet.
Her 7 year old son, Max, appears to be OK, too.
Herman, her protective husband, died from a virus 3 months ago.

They live like thick clothed hermits because they must stay away from the mosquitoes.
You never know which one is infected.
Today she will finish the final chapter in her journal of sadness and hopelessness.
She named it... The Virus At The Bottom Of The Waterfall!

SYM






THE VIRUS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WATERFALL  (AN EXCERPT)

(Otter Lake, Michigan)


...Over a hundred years ago, human life churned like a turbulent waterfall at the end of a sick river... back in the year 2016!
Wars, strife, unclean water and the pathological self-imposed ignorance of many fed the sickness!
When mankind openly allowed the crazed few to politick disaster in the air and the water... death followed!
The viruses took over... remember the Zika Virus... remember Flint, Michigan... as the millions of virus poisoned dead bodies surfed over the waterfall!...

SYM

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

CONDEMNED


A person is mentally ill!
And, said person is a real horror to deal with.
When the end of the road eventually comes for that person,
Do the victims of the madness and the anger forgive?
Or, do they simply wish the person to be... Condemned!

AMM






CONDEMNED

(Lexington, Kentucky)


Daughters Marie and Janet have both had it up to their eyeballs with their mother's toxic compulsion!
The once beautiful home they grew up in with their mother and their dad is now filled, filthy and... condemned!
Both daughters believe their mother killed their dad with her "psycho" hoarding... the stress and the mess killed him.
They hate her because she refused help... now the city has stepped into her mess... and now, for them, does the revenge begin... or the help?

AMM

Monday, January 25, 2016

THE HOMICIDAL DEAD (21)



The dead walk the earth as homicidal cannibals who eat the living!
The living have mostly been murdered and consumed.
I, Jason Allen Cranston, am alive.
My mission in life,
Before I am eventually cornered and bitten,
Is to find somebody else alive... anybody!

JAC

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In the suffocating throes of a bitter cold winter,
Snow and zombies are completely incompatible.
It is so much easier to kill the undead when they are frozen!

JAC




THE HOMICIDAL DEAD  (21)

(Richmond, Virginia)


I love a goddamn winter super blizzard that crashes into this city and paralyzes it!
In normal times, living people would be hunkered down and pissed about three feet of thick snow!
But, these are abnormal times... and the dead that walk like they are alive are stuck in the snow!
They are frozen in the streets... some a little, some a lot... and I am now murdering as many of them as I can before the thaw-out begins!

JAC




Sunday, January 24, 2016

A LEAP BACK INTO THE FILES


Barbara-Anne is so bored with being snowed in that she is doing something she rarely ever does...
Watch football on the TV!
When this boring boys club mess is done with tonight,
Her real night begins...
As she will take A Leap Back Into The Files!

RLJ






A LEAP BACK INTO THE FILES

(Lanham, Maryland)


Barbara-Anne Miller has little interest in NFL football... especially on her precious Sunday nights.
Now, want to talk zombies and other dead things that walk... you could be her best horror loving text buddy.
Tonight she is filled with anticipation of being mesmerized by the return of her favorite TV show ever... +The X-Files!
Perhaps, she anticipates, she will gain some supernatural sleuthing insights into what kind of noisy invisible monster in living in her basement!

RLJ

Saturday, January 23, 2016

HOW HEAVY IS THAT SNOW


Says the man stuck in his car in the snow storm...
"Why in the hell did I come out here in the first place?"
And as he looks through his snow covered windshield,
Peering through the flakes to get a difficult look at the horror above him,
He moans under his breath, "How Heavy Is That Snow?"

RLJ





HOW HEAVY IS THAT SNOW

(Washington, DC)


The winter super storm rages outside of Templeton Bridges' car like a red eyed bull.
His car is shaking and rocking as the high wind blows icy snowy debris against all four sides.
He is stuck on this side road, trapped in his car, several feet of snow building higher around him by the minutes.
Heavy wet snow, Templeton realizes, building higher on the overly large branches of the Oak Tree outstretched over the roof of his car!

RLJ

Friday, January 22, 2016

GHOSTS IN THE WALLS (2)


Faith Bronson has spent a few months living with the spirits in her walls.
She accidently released them...
Unleashed them...
Into the space in which she lives and sleeps.
She is stuck with them...
And now, she is really stuck with the...
Ghosts In The Walls!

RLJ





GHOSTS IN THE WALLS  (2)

(Nashville, Tennessee)


Oh my god, look at all that spongy snow falling outside the glass of my bedroom window!
The weather channel says this county will get bombed with 5 feet of snow in the next 3 days!
Damn it... I can hear the giggling and the snickering at me from the ghosts in my walls right now!
They know that I'm essentially trapped in my house with them and their mischievously dangerous poltergeist pranks... Damn it!   

FLB

Thursday, January 21, 2016

COLD FEET


Winter can hard of a lady.
Cracked lips and cracked skin on the hands and feet...
Winter can be hard on a lady.
Unless she is the walking dead, and dry skinned already.
She has a cold heart, cold hands... and very Cold Feet!

MOS






COLD FEET

(Roanoke, Virginia)


It is friggin' nineteen degrees outside and not a ray of solar warmth is anywhere in sight.
The heavy snow clouds have blocked out the sun and boy do I wish I were outside in the day.
I would never be awake and standing in this window if the midday sun was shining bright.
Oh, the sun would instantly destroy me... and, conversely, the cold outside would instantly freeze me right down to my... Cold Feet!

MOS

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

SNOW PARALYSIS



-- This is FOURTH LINE OF HORROR story number 592... and counting! Enjoy! --


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Truth of mythology can, quite honestly, suck.
If you are an undead desperado trying to navigate life,
Life can throw some terrifying caveats at you.
Say, for example... the horrors of cold weather.
If your blood is already room temperature cold...
What happens to you when you confront the ice of winter?
Something terrible!
It is called... Snow Paralysis!

RLJ






SNOW PARALYSIS

(Great Falls, Virginia)


Your bones are creaking and your joints are aching as the winter storm of the century arrived tonight.
Your eyes widen with horror as you realize you may be trapped inside your 'tomb' for days on end.
Your stomach already grumbles as you realize your potential prey will now be hunkered down and alert.
You have two blood packs in the locker in the basement... two days of food left, as you balefully stare out the window into the paralyzing snowstorm!

RLJ



Tuesday, January 19, 2016

ADDICTION IS A DISEASE


Why do you crave what you think you need?
And why do you crave it?
Whether you think so, 
Or not,
Don't you know... Addiction Is A Disease?

RLJ





ADDICTION IS A DISEASE

(Allentown, Pennsylvania)


What do you have if you've craved sugar for a lifetime... to the point of obsession?
What do you have if you've craved a drug to the point that you are obsessed with it?
What do you have if you crave human blood to the point that you are obsessed with it?
You have an addiction... and one of these things of your obsession is much more than a disease!

RLJ

Monday, January 18, 2016

THE BONES OF COLONIAL CONQUISTADOR RULE (AN EXCERPT)


Allen Orlando is a food writer extraordinaire.
In order to get at the most exotic foods of the world he has to travel... a lot.
Some of the places he has been are very far off the beaten path of life.
These are the places of his best food encounters.
And, sometimes the locals give him whispered looks into the secrets of their cultures.
Occasionally, some of them show him a little horror... like,
The Bones Of Colonial Conquistador Rule!

ALO





THE BONES OF COLONIAL CONQUISTADOR RULE  (AN EXCERPT)

(Antigua, Guatemala)


The very happy children took me down into the depth of one of the countless sub tunnels under the city.
I had come to this ancient city to get a dose of its very rich history and its world renowned foods.
After a week there, writing my articles and meeting the people and eating their food, the local kids befriended me.
And they fearlessly showed me the darker secrets of the city, me promising to keep their identities a secret, in the frightening dark tombs under the city!

ALO

Sunday, January 17, 2016

THE HOMICIDAL DEAD (20)


The dead walk the earth as homicidal cannibals who eat the living!
The living have mostly been murdered and consumed.
I, Jason Allen Cranston, am alive.
My mission in life,
Before I am eventually cornered and bitten,
Is to find somebody else alive... anybody!

JAC

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THE HOMICIDAL DEAD  (20)

(Richmond, Virginia)


The James River is simply beautiful and inviting from my standing spot on this sandy edge.
All that water is so inviting to me... I seem to know that people once swam in this calmer spot.
Suddenly, this ugly reality slaps in my face when I spy a number of undead floating down the river.
I remember just where I am... dead in the center of the zombie apocalypse... and I could be dragged down and eaten even during a cooling swim in the James River!

JAC





Saturday, January 16, 2016

NO TIME LIMIT FOR REVENGE IN THE LAND OF THE SEQUOIA


My name is Detective Paul Ryan.
I have lived in Salem, Oregon for 53 years.
There is an ancient, mystical aura that surrounds this land.
Life is strong here.
Death is stronger... it is... Native American.
Oh, the things I have seen...
As you will now read.
The one thing I do know is this...
There is No Time Limit For Revenge In The Land Of The Sequoia.

PAR





NO TIME LIMIT FOR REVENGE IN THE LAND OF THE SEQUOIA

(Salem, Oregon)


Aaron Jaks: There it is, governor... that is the grave where I buried the last chick I killed over two years ago... see the pieces of her red dress there?
Det. Paul Ryan: Where is the body, Jaks... all we have here is what looks like an old grassed over mound in the middle of the woods with a hole in the middle of it and some rotted cloth.
Aaron Jaks: Look governor, I've brought all of you out here to make my final amends for my many murderous sins, before my execution next month, and to stop the nightmares... and, this is the girl's grave.
Officer Pete Sands: Oh my god, Paul... behind you... oh my fucking god... coming toward us from behind those trees... is that a moss covered woman walking toward us... with hands extended... walking toward Jaks?

PAR

Friday, January 15, 2016

DEATH DEFIED TO THE BITTER END


It has been said that some people can actually see death...
In the moments before it takes their soul.
Lying on one's deathbed might embolden death.
But, some people simply do not want to be taken!
For them, the only option is... Death Defied To The Bitter End.

RLJ






DEATH DEFIED TO THE BITTER END

(Johns Hopkins Hospital, Maryland)


The haunting spectre of death hangs low over Robert Janzen like a low hanging tree branch.
Robert has to constantly duck under it in order to keep his tenuous life alive for a few more days.
He can see it, just over there by the darkened corner, standing there looking at him with alien eyes.
Robert is 84 years old... suffering from his third stroke in a week... blood pressure bottomed out... and he still wants to hang on to life!

RLJ

Thursday, January 14, 2016

STOP LAUGHING, THAT'S SUPPOSED TO HURT


You are a stranger to her!
She is a stranger to you!
You just abducted her with evil intent!
Soon, you will be the one feeling the horror as you plead with her to,
"Stop Laughing, That's Suppose To Hurt!"

AMN





STOP LAUGHING, THAT'S SUPPOSED TO HURT

(Jacks River Falls, Georgia)


Felix, the serial murderer, violently abducted the young good looking blond haired hooker off the street!
He dragged her into his car, unnoticing of her passive resistance, and threw her in the reinforced trunk.
He drove in silence, usually they begged for their lives, to the distant secluded Jacks River wilderness spot where he killed them.
As he repeatedly stabbed her as she lie on the leaves, her looking up at him, she released an orchestra of loud laughter... before she bared her massive canine teeth!

AMN



Wednesday, January 13, 2016

I DON'T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS


Bella goes to work from 9 to 5.
From 5:45 until 7:00 she searches the attic in her house for something.
By 7:05 she has exited the attic, pushed up the attic door and stands underneath it waiting.
And by 7:20, IT happens.
All she can do, in all her frustration, is chant... I Don't Believe In Ghosts!

RLJ






I DON'T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS

(Hampton, Virginia)


The music coming from the attic was simply beautiful... harps and violins and bells from heaven.
Bella Stevens looked up at the rope to the Pull-Down Attic Door, again, with fear and apprehension.
She has lived in this house alone for six month now... and she KNOWS there is nothing up there but dust.
Another night with the haunting music... another day spent up there looking for the sound... she repeats to herself, "I don't believe in ghosts!"

RLJ

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

A MAN OUT OF BREATH (AN EXCERPT)


The high priest of the Devil Cult murdered my sister six months ago.
I tracked him down... to his lair deep in this thick forest.
I believed every word my sister told me about his magical hold on her.
And when he killed her, I put in the research to find a way to kill him.
Revenge was sweeter than a morning tablespoon of honey.
And then, I needed to run for my life because hell released its beasts.
I had to run for my life like ... A Man Out Of Breath!

DET 






A MAN OUT OF BREATH  (AN EXCERPT)

(Austin, Texas)


..."What a time for my goddamn asthma to kick in," screamed Desmond Trank... inside his brain.
 Yelling at his oftentimes sick lungs, from inside his mind, meant he did not have to gasp out those words.
Never mind the Devil Dogs from hell chasing after him because he just killed their devil master with the Purity Dagger...
What good is running through the dark evil forest for your life if you cannot even catch your fucking breath!...

DET

Monday, January 11, 2016

FOREST EYES


(...and so, back to the horror!)

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Dabney Arnold is out in the woods doing what he loves to do.
Hunting for sport is his passion and he has been doing it for decades.
Today, he has pushed his way into unfamiliar forest territory.
Today, he may be fated to see... Forest Eyes!

RLJ






FOREST EYES

(Ozark Mountains, Missouri)


They hide behind the leaves, behind the stems, behind the branches and behind the trunks!
They see you when you walk along the trails, or when you push your way through the brush.
They are the stealthy forest denizens... and they are not all animals that you have seen before.
 You will never see them, but if one of them reveals itself to you... well, believe it as truth that the last thing you might see are those... forest eyes!

EBD

Sunday, January 10, 2016

THE FOG OF WAR


I'm Sgt. Elmont Marks and I'm here to tell you that war is hell.
It's really bad when you are a pawn piece in someone's bad chess game.
You do as you're told and you try to stay away from...
The Fog Of War!

EMM






THE FOG OF WAR

(Baninah, Libya)


The bullets zinged and whizzed through the air inches above my head like dragonflies in the wind.
I could not know from which direction the projectiles of death came... but come they did, to kill me.
I don't like it when this kind of uncertainty morphs into what is known as The Fog Of War.
Pain hides in this fog, walking hand in hand with death itself, and I am doing everything I can to hide from them in my own... Fog Of War!

EMM

Saturday, January 9, 2016

TIPPING AT THE FULCRUM



See the governor of that state in the United States of America?
What is his last name... oh yea, LePage!
He is a brazen racist who has a bug up his behind about black people.
Like a monster that destroys everything in its path,
So to does this man of delusional racism!
Want to see race baiting at its prime example?
Go to Bridgton, Maine and watch them... Tipping At The Fulcrum!

RLJ





TIPPING AT THE FULCRUM

(Bridgton, Maine)


The caveats of this world is out of balance at the time of this written word.
Something has tipped the balance arm toward the side of destruction and death.
What is it on the surface of this green planet that has tipped the weights toward oblivion?
Certain homo sapiens, the ultimate parasite that kills its host, is hard at work with no antibiotic cure in sight!
RLJ

Friday, January 8, 2016

ONE ZOMBIE ALIVE (AN EXCERPT)


Clive Wilson is a member of the living dead.
He still cannot get over that fact.
His story is profound and odd...
Especially, because he has no desire to kill and eat humans.
And because of the unbelievable fact that he has retained his intelligence.
He is being hunted right now.
The living want him dead.
This is his story... 
The story of...
One Zombie Alive!

RLJ






ONE ZOMBIE ALIVE  (AN EXCERPT)

(Buried six feet under the moist soil of Southport, North Carolina)


... I awoke to abject silence!
The absence of sound felt like a scream from every neuron inside my rotted brain!
Inside that silence, I now concede, was sound... from my terrified imagination!
I also awoke to profound darkness... and the claustrophobia inducing inability to move!...

CLW


Thursday, January 7, 2016

FULL WOLF MOON NIGHTS


January comes in the times when Native American man lived a feral life.
And with that month comes fear and horror!
When Canis Lupus makes their appearance,
They can be appeased with scraps of food and non-aggression.
But when the monsters follow them in...
The lives of the community are in real danger.
Such is the annual horror of... 31 Nights Of The Full Wolf Moon!

AMN






31 NIGHTS OF THE FULL WOLF MOON

(White Mountain, Arizona)


The Apache chief, and his warriors, looked out into the brush and trees beyond the village clearing.
Darkness was coming to the cool night as the high full moon began to draw out the night creatures.
The women and children were all hunkered back near the mountain rock to the village rear.
The wolves would soon be here for the seventh night... would the werewolves make their deadly appearance, too?

AMN

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

ANIMAL BLOOD (AN EXCERPT)


The story has been told.
It is of a vampire name Mark who is trying very hard to not kill humans.
But, that goes against his inherently evil nature.
And he might be at the end of his rope.
And... he is sick and tired of drinking... Animal Blood!

MCB






ANIMAL BLOOD  (AN EXCERPT)

(Southport, North Carolina)


I crave the sugar and sodium mixture in you.
I savor the electric abuse that flavors your blood. 
I swoon as I anticipate the taste of your flesh. 
As my teeth pierce your neck skin, I will see stars!

MCB

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

ANOTHER LONG SUMMER


Albert Lance Wintercap has just gotten his mind back... today.
He is lying fully naked on his back on the cold forest floor covered in dirt and leaves.
His shaggy gray hair has shed and his fangs are gone.
Who knows how long he has been sprawled-out here.
All he knows is this...
He is human again, his mind is still foggy and he is freezing cold!
Oh, and it is time to get back home to "reality!"
And that, 
Somewhere deep in his memory, 
Is the fact that he just survived... Another Long Summer!

RLJ





ANOTHER LONG SUMMER
5-3-15

(Harrisonburg, Virginia)


The June solstice is rapidly approaching as these Spring days seem to quickly flow by.
On June 21st, I will transform back into my original form... until the winter solstice arrives.
Unfortunately, my were-form transformation takes my mind back to the deadly feral creature I am.
I will pray now... for me to survive the hunters bullets... when they realize I am back again!

ALW

Monday, January 4, 2016

THE DOGS NEXT DOOR (AN EXCERPT)



PRESENTING HORROR POSTING NUMBER 578... AND STILL COUNTING!


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The new owners of the house next door have moved in.
There are two adults and two young children.
They say the have no pets.
But weird noises over there makes Mark Goodson believe the sounds are coming from...
The Dogs Next Door!

MSG







THE DOGS NEXT DOOR  (AN EXCERPT)

(Purcellville, Virginia)


...Mark Goodson is listening to the barking and the growling and the crashing next door.
From his kitchen, he can clearly see the lights of the back side of the house off his back yard.
The Cantors, new to the block, moved in four months ago... and when the night comes, so does the noise.
They have no dogs... and on these full moon nights, what the hell is going on over there... what is barking and growling and crashing?...

MSG

Sunday, January 3, 2016

A LITTLE PRAYER BEFORE MY WORLD BURNS


I watch!
I cry!
I vent my anger!
And then I offer... A Little Prayer Before My World Burns!

FMM






A LITTLE PRAYER BEFORE MY WORLD BURNS

(Pahoa, Hawaii)


The indestructible, all destroying, hot as hell lava from the cracked earth in paradise is here.
A vent in the earth has open when Kilauea Volcano decided to let off some pressure near here.
Everything in the path of the burning rock is obliterated... plants, creatures and my home... destroyed!
I never pray... to whom do I blame for nature's actions... but today, as my home burns to the ground, I must admit... god's will was done!

FMM

Saturday, January 2, 2016

THE TRAPDOOR UNDER THE CARPET (AN EXCERPT)


Jimmy trusted the realtor to tell him everything about his new condo.
Sally missed a huge one with this oversight.
One good thing about a fully furnished property is...
If you like things the way they are, you can leave them there.
The bad thing about a fully furnished apartment is...
There might be some frightening surprises hidden under some things.
Like, for example... The Trapdoor Under The Carpet!

AMM






THE TRAPDOOR UNDER THE CARPET  (AN EXCERPT)

(Trenton, New Jersey)


...It came as a shock to Jimmy Gill when he discovered the trapdoor under the carpet under his bed.
If he had vacuumed under the bed when he first moved in, he would have found it by its loud creaking.
Now he has the carpet peeled back from the large door composed of very old wood with its rusty handle.
He lives on the first floor... and there is no basement... and he can now hear horrible screaming coming up from the other side of the door!...

AMM

Friday, January 1, 2016

365 DAYS OF HORROR IN 2015


It is the first day of the new year!
What a time on this earth 2015 was!
Crazed North American politics... and everything else nuts!
To Patricia Jones, it was... 365 Days of Horror In 2015!

RLJ






365 DAYS OF HORROR IN 2015

(Bend, Oregon)


...I woke up this morning in a foggy grogginess and discovered that it is 2016!
What in the hell was I doing with myself to allow 2015 to flash by practically unknown?
With a little focus, I remember a year of explosions and mass shootings and murder and mayhem!
Thinking about it, who in their right mind wants to remember the horrors of 2015, anyway?

PAJ