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Cleanse

It burns hot, Searing flesh, charbroiled Cleansing fire.

by on April 3, 2013 in , , , , , with 2 comments Read More

Bonnie

“My Bonnie lies over the ocean… My Boooonnnnieee lies over the seeeeeaaa… My Bonnie lies over the ocean… Oh, bring back my Bonnie to meeeeeeeeee!” The tone-deaf sailor sung in what appeared to be a merry tone, having drunk himself into a stupor hours before. His words were slurred, and that awful key on which he sang aggravated his fellow shipmates. So much so that he’d already had an assortment of knives and broken bottles hurled at him, some of them even biting into his tender flesh. The bottle was his escape – not an uncommon thing for sailors like [...]

by on April 2, 2013 in , , , , , with 1 comment Read More

Atrocity

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t know how she’d gotten an invite to the party tonight – it would certainly be the talk of the school. Maybe it was pure luck, but there was one thing she did know: she didn’t want to ruin the opportunity. If she caked her make-up on right, she’d be the life of the party; she’d finally be noticed. That thought guided her through the everyday chore of applying make up. Carefully, she used the tools to line her face, making sure that her foundation blended properly where her face met [...]

by on April 1, 2013 in , , , , , with 0 comments Read More

Old Post: Prompt 002

The other day, I mentioned finding some of my older work. Here’s one of those pieces, a five minute piece, which I could probably expand on in the future: “Dance for me,” he said, his lips drawn into a thin smirk. I stared blankly at him, somewhat irked by his words. “You know I can’t dance,” I half snapped, rage turning my features red. “Then try and dance for me. I don’t care, just do it,” he sneered as he drew near. “Amuse me.” I continued to look at him as if he were crazy. Me? Dance? Ha! I have [...]

by on January 25, 2013 in , , , with 0 comments Read More

Dying to Meat You (#AtoZ, #Draft, #ShortStory, #Prose, #amwriting)

I’m meticulous as I apply my mask; concealer here to hide a blemish or there to hide the darkening of flesh. A huge glob of it here to cover that nasty spot. Mmm, beauty at its finest. Now some foundation to even it all out. Perfect. A pinch of blush and a swipe of lipstick and you can’t tell the difference. The difference between what, you ask? A silly question. The difference between a queen and a monster, of course. Now come, darling. We have a date tonight on the beach. Just you, me, a basket, and a blanket. It’ll [...]

by on April 11, 2012 in , , , , , with 8 comments Read More

Barricade (#Draft, #ShortStory, #amwriting, #AtoZ, #Prose)

She watched him carefully from time to time, minding her own work as well as his. The acrid stench permeating the area served as proof enough that her colleague was doing his job. Perhaps she needn’t pay near as much attention as she did, but she couldn’t resist. The musical note created by the screams of those being thrown into the fire fueled her; excited her even. Moistening her lips hungrily, the woman turned her attention back to her own masterpiece. Unlike her comrade, her project didn’t include her own demise. There were no terrified screams ripping themselves from the [...]

by on April 10, 2012 in , , , , , with 2 comments Read More

Addiction (#AtoZ, #ShortStory, #Draft, #amwriting)

The thrill… there is no describing it. That feeling that courses through my veins. It fills me with an innate energy; my fingertips, they burn in anticipation. I quiver with yearning, my tongue clicking against the roof of my mouth. Sometimes, it even flicks across my lips, coating the lackluster tiers with saliva. I inhale the scent of my drug. Sweet, yet bitter. Like the smell of oranges and lemons and even limes. The shake of my hands makes this job so much more difficult. All must be still, if things are to be perfect. But no, you can’t sit [...]

by on April 2, 2012 in , , , , , with 7 comments Read More

Piece of Mind (#atozchallenge)

Here we go: an entry for P, which leaves me with Q, R, and S to go. Eliza hurried as she prepared her daughter’s birthday dessert, both frustration and excitement running rampant in her mind. Her husband rarely let her visit with her daughter, especially on the child’s birthday, simply for the fear that the girl would “catch her mother’s crazy.” He didn’t seem to comprehend – no, he didn’t seem to even want to understand – that “crazy” wasn’t simply caught like the common illness. That, and Eliza was most certainly not crazy. Her mind was perfectly healthy. Convincing [...]

by on April 23, 2011 in , , , , with 0 comments Read More

Nevermore (#atozchallenge)

I’m getting there! This is actually a piece I’ve had in my mind for at least three or four years now, which I’ve only just now penned. Errm, typed? Anyways, remember! It is a draft! Enjoy! He stood at the edge of the cliff, his dark eyes fixed on the mangled skeleton that rested eternally on the jagged rocks below. The surf had torn away most of the remains, but some of them simply stuck to the rock like food in teeth. No amount of nudging from the sea would free them of their resting place. Bits of red cloth [...]

by on April 19, 2011 in , , , , with 3 comments Read More

Mirage (#atozchallenge)

Here’s another one. Now all I need is N and I’ll be all caught up. As always, this is nothing more than a draft. Fatigue wore away at me as I walked across the seemingly endless expanse of land. I was hungry and boy, what I wouldn’t give for a drink. In the not-so-near distance, I could see the outcroppings of a small town. It seemed that one road led in and another lead out. Aside from that, it was completely unattached. It boasted of a few buildings and a handful of homes, all with their little cars in their [...]

by on April 16, 2011 in , , , , with 1 comment Read More