The Next Rap Star


Baron Samedi roamed the Memphis graveyards.

He lit up a cigar, and muttered to himself. “The Memphis rap sigil scene needs a new star. These guys can’t seem to stay out of jail, or avoid the business end of a gun.”

The silence was broken by deep, nasally laughter.

“How do I decide?” he traced each grave with his skeletal hand.

“I’ve got it!” he reached into his trench coat, and pulled out several flasks of whiskey. Then he pursed his lips together, and made a horrifying whistling noise. Several scantily dressed demonic women appeared.

Baron knocked on each grave. “I’ve got booze, and women here! The first one out of your tomb wins!”

The scratching of graves could be heard from all over the cemetery.

Moments later, the corpse of a young man with a small piece of rotten flesh hanging from his body, emerged from its resting place.

Baron Samedi rushed to greet him. “What is your name, friend?”


“How would you like to be a rap star?”

“Do I still get the alcohol, and the women?”

Baron winked behind his dark glasses. “For life.”

“I’m in!”

Baron restored the mean to his youthful appearance.

Brent gasped in amazement as he saw his appearance. His dreadlocks had returned. He wore gold chains around his neck, and goth-like clothing. The sigil for Baron Samedi was inscribed in tattoo form across his arms, legs, and back.


Published by Madame Hellshadow and friends

I have several short stories, and poems published. I am from Cleveland, Ohio. I keep myself occupied with creative projects. Art is the spice of life!!!

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