•February 9, 2013 • Leave a Comment

There’s a crater, just there, beyond the fabric of my skin. It’s digging itself deeper into me even as I try to liberate my wounds. This pain is suffocating. I don’t know what to do. I can feel myself slipping, slowly beneath something that should be water, but is hard and unforgiving, like sharpened steel set to bones. It’s even deeper now…I can feel it, soon it will burst and free upon this filthy world will my sins be. As the skin grafts anew and tries to conquer the pain, my memories wash over me.



•February 9, 2013 • Leave a Comment

I’m slowly waking up. The sunlight is filtering in my room, it’s annoying. I languidly stretch, feeling my entire body pop from being curled up an entire two days. Oh, yeah…I was out for two days. I don’t really remember why. All I know is that I was walking down the street, it was raining, and the next thing I remember is a baseball bat.

Anyway…what’s it really matter? People around here get mugged like this all the time. They say gang activity has gone up 30% since 2009. It’s not like I care much, I don’t have anything worth being stolen. But, I guess that’s life. The rich get richer, and the poor get fucked over. Not much I can do…At least that’s what I thought….

It was about three o’clock when I ran into her. She was rushing, bumping into everyone. Unfortunately for her, when she bumped into me, we both dropped everything. Bunch of loser’s, that’s what the cool kids call us.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I wanted to tell her it was alright, but one look at her face and I was mesmerized.

Vampyre’s Last Kiss.

•August 17, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Esmerelda looked out the window. It was a cold night, and a fight was coming her way. She sensed the hunter turned wolf was in her vicinity. Turning slowly, she let her ruby, silk robe slide down her pale, slender arms. The feeling was quite erotic. She laughed quietly to herself. He was on his way.

Bursting through the door, Adrian rushed in with the cold wind, extinguishing the candles. The wind howled, and her wicked laughter radiated across his hot skin. She slowly appeared before him, long legs leading to a toned torso, perfect breasts, full lips and animalistic eyes. She was a beast, even more so than he. And he was her prey.

Slowly, seductively, she crossed the stone floor to where he stood.  Licking her lips, she removed his rough overcoat.  Her hands grazed his strong arms as she slid the cloth from his arms, igniting liquid fire in her secret place. Lightly, she kissed him, teasing, she licked his lip, asking for entrance. He obliged, but for a moment, only.

“Adrian….Take me.” She said huskily.

Adrian resisted, then threw her into the wall. The crash sounded painful. He relished her pain. To him, that was the greatest pleasure. Taking out a wooden stake, he drove it through her hands, pinning her to the wall. Her back arched, and she half moaned, half screamed in ecstasy.  His claws elongated, and he ripped them over her lace corset, leaving long cuts on her body.

“Yes…Just like that! Take me! Hurt me!”

Her goading worked. He ripped off his shirt, revealing his holy tattoos, showing her his secrets. He pressed against her, kissing her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth, rendering her helpless to him, squirming and wet. She surrendered completely to him, her body molten against his hardened physique.

He licked her nipples, lightly biting them, then suckled her. Going down lower, he kissed her navel, kissed his way to the outside of her hip and bit her, bringing blood. Her gasp told him she was enjoying herself immensely. Spreading her lips with his fingers, he licked her, tasting her, teasing her.

His tongue flicked into her, then slowly licked up to her spot. She moaned, practically purring, wanting him so bad it hurt. He continued to lick and tease until she was at her peak, then backed off, took off his pants. His member was proud, erect, and waiting to enter her. He pulled her legs around him, then slowly slid into her.

It was heaven. Her silken folds tightened, and brought him in deeper. He started to thrust, slowly, then quickening the pace. She was pleading with him, bucking wildly with him, needing him more than anything. He threw his head back, howled as the moon drifted through the clouds.

Then, suddenly, he ripped the stake out of  her hands, and took her to the stone altar. Laying her down, he thrusted into her, and bit into her neck, ripping her skin, veins and tendons.

Their bodies reached harmony, climaxing together, her body jerked up, and she bit him full in the neck. The pain urged him on, made him kill her. At last, after this long journey, he could kill his greatest enemy.

“I….Adrian Techor….of the Holy Warriors…..Banish you, Esmerelda Tzae’kon…To the true afterlife!….Burn in hell, Vampyre!”

Plunging the stake through her chest, he watched the red fade from her eyes, and her body disintegrate. Pulling the stake from the stone altar, he licked the blood off.

Pulling his clothes on, he walked away. A holy Lycan, On the hunt to erase every Vampyre from Earth. He just hoped they were ready.


•August 10, 2011 • 1 Comment

She looks at him. So innocent in his sleep, peaceful, like everything is all right in the world. A tear falls silently and she kisses his forehead. She leaves the note, on the table, next to his bed. When he wakes up, he’ll see. Leaving silently, she knows she must do this.

Once outside, she slips into her car, her tears already falling too fast. Hiccuping, she brushes the tears away furiously, starts her car, and leaves. It’s dark after she arrives, perfect, no one will notice until it’s too late. She gets out of the car, walks around and opens the trunk. It’s time for what has to be done.

She takes the picture out of her pocket, looks at it one more time, just to make sure. Grabbing her shovel, she closes the trunk with a hand and walks away.

Letting the shovel rest outside of her door, she slowly picks the lock and squeezes inside. It’s dark in here. And it takes her a minute to adjust to her surroundings. When she does, though, she can make out the living room, the stairs that lead up to her room. She hesitates, then walks up the stairs slowly, making sure to stop, just in case she wakes up.

Once upstairs, she slowly opens her bedroom door. She is lying in bed, a bottle of beer clutched in one hand. As she makes her way to her bed, she wakes up. Her eyes lift lazily then she notices the stranger in her room. Bolting up, she yells.

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

The stranger speaks. “You know, I’ve heard of you. So much…about you. I really hate it, Elaine.”

She grabs her knife, looks at Elaine.

“It’s time for you to leave us, and never come back.” She says softly, advancing slowly. Elaine moves back, brandishing the beer bottle like a weapon.

“I won’t leave him alone, I love him and he loves me! You’ll see, he’ll leave you!”  All too soon, her back hits the wall. Elaine has nowhere to go. Her only weapon, ineffective against her rage.

She dodges as Elaine tries to hit her, then punches her in the stomach. Elaine vomits from the beer, and she draws back, wanting her death to last a little longer. She circles around and kicks her over.

“I can’t wait…You’ll no longer be here. And then..He will only love me! Haahahahahahahhaaaa!” Her laughter, insane, resounds in Elaine’s mind.

As she is crawling, she is kicked again. Elaine coughs, blood dripping from her mouth. She leans down and takes her face in her hands. “You know, we would’ve been great friends. I don’t see why you had to be like this. But, oh well, it doesn’t matter. hehehe.”

Pushing her knife to Elaine’s throat, she looks her in the eyes and mouths “Sorry” just before the knife slices in deeply, making Elaine gag on her own blood.

She sits with her, until she is dead. Then she gets up, takes the sheets from her bed and wraps her in them. “So long, love.”

Half dragging, half carrying her outside, she picks up her shovel and starts to work.

The digging takes forever. She feels it in her muscles, her back, it all hurts. She rethinks her exercise routine. The boring sound of the shovel hitting the dirt seems to last much too long. She’s sweating, furious that it’s taking this much time, when she feels the first raindrop hit her head. Looking up she curses the skies as the rain pours down. Damn bipolar weather.

With the hole finally dug, she can put Elaine to rest. Pulling the body in, She uses it as a stepping stone to get herself out of the hole. She covers it with all the dirt, well mud now, and then walks away.

On the way home, she breaks down. Stopping her car; she lets the tears flow, the heartache over this crime, the denial, the worry, she lets it all out. Once she is done, she gets out, and throws the knife and hides the shovel.



“Huh? What?”

He looks at her. Spacing out, as usual. “The cops are here. They wanna ask you about Elaine.”

Allie freezes. “What about her?”

“Well, they think they know who the murderer is, isn’t that great? They just wanna confirm who it is with you.”

He sounded so happy, telling her this. She couldn’t bear to tell him that she killed Elaine. Just couldn’t do it. This whole thing had messed up. She was supposed to have all of his love. All of it. But, she was doomed now. They knew. Slowly, she rose, knees shaking, she walked into the living room to talk to the detectives that had been working the case.

“Hello…Detectives..” Her voice faltered as she saw the knife in the bag.

“I’m guessing this is yours from the looks of it.” Detective Ross said. “Cuff her.”

Everything else went in a blur, the tears spilled over. He rushed in the room, and hugged her.

“I’ll never let you go, Allie. Never! I love you! Only you!”

He kept yelling as she was dragged off by the police and hauled into the car. Three days later Allie was on trial. She was found guilty of voluntary manslaughter and sentenced to life in prison.

Two days later, he killed himself. When his mother visited Allie in prison, and told her the news she broke down.

“I just wanted his love…Just wanted him to love me.” She said, over and over again.

Later that night, her world disappeared.

The Tower of Babylon

•June 30, 2011 • Leave a Comment

The Tower of Babel….A well known story in the Bible. You see, many people of one race, speaking one tongue building a magnificent tower to the heavens. As God  pulled the people apart their tongue became different. They were confused, and by fear they fled.

How I see this, We all know that the world is supposed to end, we all know that people die. What we don’t know is how to stop it. Do you ever think about it? You get attached to people and when they die, someone is born, what if, their soul is just put into that newborn child? What if, Heaven and Hell are both empty, because the time for souls to rest is not here? What if the key to this, is just people coming together?

In Babel, everyone was of one race. Now, we are all different. What if the key to stopping the rapture is for all of the people to mix and become one with one common tongue, again? Only then, we may have true peace. If all the war stopped, all the people agreed, and all the religions mixed, just to make us all one again, that would be truly amazing.

Now, it sounds kind of weird, yes, but it may be the solution to this world. Just think about it.

The Human Centipede

•June 20, 2011 • Leave a Comment

The Human Centipede. 

It’s a movie not really worth the watch at all. The brilliant surgeon, the Americans, the police, it’s just like any other movie about a psychopath. Now, we usually want to watch something that makes us feel certain emotions. Happiness, Fear, Horror, Comfort. Those are all what we can feel from picking up vibes the movie sends out. This movie, however, doesn’t do too well.

For instance, one girl in the movie tries to escape. Her efforts are futile. The other just cries. I didn’t feel what I wanted. Plus, you don’t see all that much, save for two scenes of the doctor working; then, suddenly, he’s training his “centipede”

While some may like it, I find it lacking tact and unskillful.

P. S. They use a lot of German in the movie.

P. P. S. Scheise stands for shit.

A Frustration.

•May 10, 2011 • 1 Comment

I am a proud student member of the Mustang Gazette, my high school newspaper. In the first semester it was decided that my friend and I would work together.

We were good writing partners, truly, we were.

It came down to the line to where the members of our journalism class had to start laying out the pages of the paper. My partner had no idea how to properly work with InDesign (what we use to lay the pages out) and I usually did the page layouts.

Recently, I really wanted to lay out the Horoscopes page seeing as it’s our last issue, but she  did it. I’m so frustrated right now. She didn’t know how to do it properly and it looks terrible.

But, she wanted to do it, so I”m not gonna bitch. No matter how much I want to.