My hands stick to your face
Sticky with lies
And my lips slide against your cheek
Can’t stay on your side
And the stars are shining bright
In your eyes
While we fall to the ground
At 100 miles an hour
The bittersweet smell of lust appears
And every minute tastes sour
I see it in your eyes
As your hand finds my heart
And you start to rip
And claw at what’s left
The stars are shining
And I’m waving goodbye
Friday, December 5, 2008
Little Girls
Little girls spinning in circles
While little boys lay on the floor
Smelling the roses but still wanting more
Little girls little boys screaming away
Hiding their guns till another day
While little boys lay on the floor
Smelling the roses but still wanting more
Little girls little boys screaming away
Hiding their guns till another day
Nine thousand vaults of pain
Nine thousand volts of pain
Running in the rain
Didn’t I tell you the lightning would come?
Silly boys in the eye of the storm
Playing with danger in every way
I can see your green eyes peer through
I can since you through the door
Hands touching through cold metal wood
And you’re thousands of miles in front of my face
Ten thousand volts of pain
Dancing in the rain
I told you thunder meant more
Silly boys playing in the mud
Taunting danger in his face
Twenty thousand volts of pain
Screaming in the rain
Why didn’t I warn you of the hail?
Silly boys and their sickening cries
Wailing out our last goodbyes
I can see your green eyes peer through
I can since you through the door
Hands touching through cold metal wood
And you’re thousands of miles in front of my face
Running in the rain
Didn’t I tell you the lightning would come?
Silly boys in the eye of the storm
Playing with danger in every way
I can see your green eyes peer through
I can since you through the door
Hands touching through cold metal wood
And you’re thousands of miles in front of my face
Ten thousand volts of pain
Dancing in the rain
I told you thunder meant more
Silly boys playing in the mud
Taunting danger in his face
Twenty thousand volts of pain
Screaming in the rain
Why didn’t I warn you of the hail?
Silly boys and their sickening cries
Wailing out our last goodbyes
I can see your green eyes peer through
I can since you through the door
Hands touching through cold metal wood
And you’re thousands of miles in front of my face
The Creator P. 1
The window was frosted with not only the ice from the uncharacteristically cold winter, but from the frozen blood penetrating through the cracks from the inside of Victor Brumer’s late 1800’s Victorian house. Although Victor was no longer living, the house was still in use. Now a new occupant has arrived in the rich neighborhood near Beverly Hills.
Duce looked at his reflection in the eight foot mirror, although it had not been cleaned for months, on account of the owner being…used in other ways, Duce could point out every imperfection on his nude body. He often stands there for hours, studying, trying to think of ways to improve, oh how he longed to be perfect. His bland brown eyes searching franticly up and down had a tinge of pride in them, for Duce had improved so much in the past few months in his host’s mansion. The scars on his slightly chubby body were a sign of his growing success.
He had tried to loose that excess baggage in his abdomen and breasts, but considering his condition it was nearly impossible. This was his next project, his weight; he needed to figure out some diet, some exercise, some…transplant to fix the tragic flaw. This is what he is doing in the famous actor, Victor Brumer’s house in the middle of January 1998.
A sly smile crosses over Duce’s face as he says the name of his new infatuation, “Jenny,” he says in his raspy voice,
“Soon you will be mine, just like Carla, and Jean, and Debbie…”
Duce had a way of getting what he wanted, no matter what he had to do. When he found a girl, she would be his, dead or alive. He looked over at his wall of women, thirty five faces stared back. All of which were dead, they wouldn’t love him, and they had to pay the price.
Finally, when the deformed troll left his mirror, taking one last glance of the dreadful baggage, he headed for the basement, where his creation waited.
Duce looked at his reflection in the eight foot mirror, although it had not been cleaned for months, on account of the owner being…used in other ways, Duce could point out every imperfection on his nude body. He often stands there for hours, studying, trying to think of ways to improve, oh how he longed to be perfect. His bland brown eyes searching franticly up and down had a tinge of pride in them, for Duce had improved so much in the past few months in his host’s mansion. The scars on his slightly chubby body were a sign of his growing success.
He had tried to loose that excess baggage in his abdomen and breasts, but considering his condition it was nearly impossible. This was his next project, his weight; he needed to figure out some diet, some exercise, some…transplant to fix the tragic flaw. This is what he is doing in the famous actor, Victor Brumer’s house in the middle of January 1998.
A sly smile crosses over Duce’s face as he says the name of his new infatuation, “Jenny,” he says in his raspy voice,
“Soon you will be mine, just like Carla, and Jean, and Debbie…”
Duce had a way of getting what he wanted, no matter what he had to do. When he found a girl, she would be his, dead or alive. He looked over at his wall of women, thirty five faces stared back. All of which were dead, they wouldn’t love him, and they had to pay the price.
Finally, when the deformed troll left his mirror, taking one last glance of the dreadful baggage, he headed for the basement, where his creation waited.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The Crusade For Stones
Rocking back and fourth, back and fourth. I could feel my face turning green, as I ran to the edge of the little ship. I had been on the damn thing for weeks, and the whole time all I could hear was the rambling of the dwarves. The salty sea water air was making me sick, not only did I have to endure the smell, but the taste was always in my mouth. There he was. It was not a surprise that he would be in my way. “Red.” I acknowledged as I nodded my head. “Remove yourself from my sight ye wench!” came his reply. I rolled my eyes as I couldn’t help but notice he was fairly attractive, tall and muscular with hazel eyes and silver hair despite his young age. None the less this human ranger was in my way. “Don’t you cause enough problems Red? Move or I will just vomit on you!” He glared. "You are here for no reason and are not needed! Go back to the forest and annoy the others. We left to get away from the likes of you!"
I had had enough! I felt my anger rising up inside me. He didn’t know anything about my real reasons for following these men. I glanced over at the sorcerer Erix, he was laughing at my pain, as usual. I felt the longing as I looked at him, the deep need that I had to hide as best as possible. None of them would understand how much I needed him. I couldn’t control my rage, I reached over to push Red off the ship and hopefully be done with him. But me being only a small half-elf woman, and him being almost twice my size, all I accomplished was giving him a good laugh.
Through Red’s laughter I could sense something wrong, I glanced around to see what had changed. I saw the glint of a knife, and turned again to Erix. He looked calm and cool (as usual) as the knife was being held to his throat. The man doing so seemed to be demanding something of him that the sorcerer wasn’t willing to part with. I couldn’t see much of him, for he was covered head to toe in a dark cloak. “How dare this man!” I thought to myself, “He has no right to take what is mine!” Something had to be done, but I could tell by the look in Erix’s clear white eyes that I should not interfere.
The boat came to a halt, and I tried to make my way to the strange man who was holding my life in his hands. Just as I got to them, I noticed a line of dwarves all marching off the boat. “What is going on here?” I tried to ask over the roar of footsteps, and indistinguishable talking. I saw the mouth move, but heard no words. Red stepped in as usual. I’m sure he was asking all kinds of ignorant things that no one could hear, or would care about. There were only a few dwarves left on the boat, carrying their mining equipment and their belongings with hope of a new life in their eyes. I decided getting off the boat would give us more room to talk and listen, so I squeezed my way into the line hoping the others would follow.
I had had enough! I felt my anger rising up inside me. He didn’t know anything about my real reasons for following these men. I glanced over at the sorcerer Erix, he was laughing at my pain, as usual. I felt the longing as I looked at him, the deep need that I had to hide as best as possible. None of them would understand how much I needed him. I couldn’t control my rage, I reached over to push Red off the ship and hopefully be done with him. But me being only a small half-elf woman, and him being almost twice my size, all I accomplished was giving him a good laugh.
Through Red’s laughter I could sense something wrong, I glanced around to see what had changed. I saw the glint of a knife, and turned again to Erix. He looked calm and cool (as usual) as the knife was being held to his throat. The man doing so seemed to be demanding something of him that the sorcerer wasn’t willing to part with. I couldn’t see much of him, for he was covered head to toe in a dark cloak. “How dare this man!” I thought to myself, “He has no right to take what is mine!” Something had to be done, but I could tell by the look in Erix’s clear white eyes that I should not interfere.
The boat came to a halt, and I tried to make my way to the strange man who was holding my life in his hands. Just as I got to them, I noticed a line of dwarves all marching off the boat. “What is going on here?” I tried to ask over the roar of footsteps, and indistinguishable talking. I saw the mouth move, but heard no words. Red stepped in as usual. I’m sure he was asking all kinds of ignorant things that no one could hear, or would care about. There were only a few dwarves left on the boat, carrying their mining equipment and their belongings with hope of a new life in their eyes. I decided getting off the boat would give us more room to talk and listen, so I squeezed my way into the line hoping the others would follow.
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