Lights! Camera! Terror!

Wow, I can’t believe they let us take a tour of the world-famous Spanakopita Candy Factory, in wonderful Spanakopita, Oklahoma! It’s so cold though, but I guess it’s gotta be just that temperature for them to make the candy oh so delicious. Mmmmmmmmmmm, cannnnndyyyyyy. Sweet, wonderful, scrumptious candy. Maybe we’ll get some at the end of the tour. I sure hope we get some, but we can’t talk so much right now, the tour’s about to start. I can’t wait to see all the fun things inside and all the candy. It’s gonna be great, I’m sure!

So, apparently, there wasn’t any real tour, and the factory has actually been closed since the 50s. Why they let us in, I have no idea, but it certainly explains the chills in here and the decrepit state of affairs concerning the machinery and the lack of workers everywhere. But it sure is exciting. Though I think there were more of us back when we first started on the tour. Wait a minute, I know there were more of us, and I think someone just disappeared. Whatever’s going on, it’s not very funny, if this is supposed to be a joke or a prank. Okay, I think it’s time to leave, cause this is getting creepy.

OKAY. THIS IS OFFICIALLY BECOMING TOO SCARY. Okay, okay, just gotta calm down, and everything will be nice and peachy. So, something or someone is following me. Just need to get out of here and then call the cops, they’ll know exactly what to do. It’s gotta be like, an escaped mental institution patient or something, y’know? The cops wouldn’t just let a monster or something run around an abandoned candy factory, right? RIGHT?!? I mean, that would be insane, you’d have to call the military in or something, right?

So, I caught a look of this…”thing” that’s been chasing down everyone while I was frantically trying to open the door. That...was unholy, whatever it was. It looked like something straight out of a horror flick. Like a cross between a Xenomorph, The Creeper, and a demon. It can’t be natural, no way in hell was that thing something found in nature. Anyway, time to get moving, or the damn thing will catch up to me. Speaking of horror flicks, this whole scenario, hell, this whole damn place seems awfully familiar to me, after thinking about it.

CUT! GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT, PEOPLE! CAN’T WE FILM ONE FUCKING MOVIE WITHOUT THE “ACTORS” GETTING SMART AND MAKING ME START ALL OVER AGAIN!? Jesus tittyfucking Christ. Alright, alright, everything’s gonna be okay, we just need to get the next clone. CAN SOMEONE GET THE NEXT REPLACEMENT IN HERE?!? AND GET RID OF THIS ONE, IT’S DEFECTIVE!

Beautiful Flames

The kiss of her lips brought me out of my mournful reverie, as her lipstick left a rouge imprint on the side of my cheek. Instantly, I remembered what we had been doing to forget our loss: Dancing. We were dancing the most beautiful, exquisite dance I have ever danced. It was sheer bliss. Sheer, simple bliss in its most pure and unadulterated form. Lust, to put it in its most plain and simple form. It helped me forget all the pain, for just a few moments, at least. But then it came all flooding back to me. The accident, the crash, the flames, all of it. The inferno of the crash, it was all so beautiful, so mesmerizing, and so...so purifying.

After the dance, she left, and went back to work, but her memory stayed behind, lingering with me, like an ethereal presence bound to me. I held the memory of her form close, as I tried to remember more of the crash, more of that beautiful, beautiful blaze. The clouds that night were dark and stormy, and the rain that fell from the skies was as hard as ice, pounding against the car like a million little bullets. It was hard to see through the rain, and it wasn’t until the collision that we thought anything was going wrong. As it turned out, everything had gone horribly, horribly wrong. As I found out later from the nurses and doctors, we’d collided head on with an oil truck, which is what caused all those beautiful, lovely flames. If only we hadn’t been rescued by the EMTs, otherwise I’d still be there, in the flames, feeling their sweet, cold embrace. Instead, I’m stuck here, in this hospital bed, waiting for my dancing partner to return, but she never does. She never does, because she never made it to the ER. She burned and burned and burned in those sweet flames, while I watched as they dragged me away, kicking and screaming. I miss her, so very much.

Santa Prompt

Dear Santa,

I’ve been a very good girl this year, and can’t wait to tell you all about what happened this year when you come and visit. I’ve been so very busy recently, what with Daddy being sick and Mommy being gone for a long time. I think you’ll really like the present I got for you this year, Daddy said it was really nice, even though he didn’t get to see it all. I wish Mommy was here more often, but it’s okay, Daddy and Piper keep me company.

No one else visits me though, so it gets lonely a lot. I hope you come and stay forever, Santa, I really miss you. I spent all last year preparing for your visit, and you didn’t stay to say hello to me, Mommy, Daddy, or Piper. I was really sad, Santa, please come soon. It gets oh so lonely when you’re not around. Daddy drinks and gets mad, and Piper is really mean and calls me names. I hope I’m on your nice list this year, and all those other kids get coal and no presents.

Where are you, Santa? It’s been TWO whole weeks, and I’m scared. Daddy’s getting sicker, Mommy’s still gone, and Piper’s been meaner than ever! I really hope you come soon, Piper’s been scaring me, and Daddy can’t tell him to leave me alone.

WHY WON’T YOU JUST COME, SANTA! Daddy fell asleep today, and he hasn’t woken up yet. Piper’s locked himself in his room, and he won’t come out. When I try to come in, he just yells at me and tells me to get out. I’m scared, Santa.

I knew you would come, Santa, I just knew it, in the bottom of my heart, that you would come. And Mommy’s come back, and Daddy’s all better, I’m just so happy! I’m sorry I got mad at you, I was really upset, but now you’re here, so it’s all better. I love you, Santa.

Love,

Maria.

It all began with a dame

It all began with a dame. Stories such as mine generally tend to do so. I remember that night as clear as day, mainly because of the locale. It was the Gator’s Tooth, a well-known den of vice and debauchery in these parts, frequented by all manners of unsavory types, from wire-thin cybernet hackers to muscular gene mod smugglers, and even the occasional Mafioso. Now, being the type of man that I am, I’m quite accustomed to the people there and their ilk. But nothing could prepare me for the insanity that would ensue in several nights time. So, there I was, sitting at the bar, pretending to care about anything other than the cold mug of synthocol gripped in my hands, when I heard the distinctive sound of the door opening, and turned along with everyone else to see who this newcomer was.

I like to think that the sight of her shocked us all, despite our respective lines of work. The Gator’s Tooth was generally a males-only place, and the few women there were either equally-hardened criminals or unquestioning employees. Never before had an actual, non-criminal woman enter The Gator’s Tooth by herself. How did we know that she wasn’t like one of us? Simple, she didn’t look like one of us. She had the body of a supermodel but walked with the unsteady gait of an abuse victim. Calming herself somewhat, her eyes still showed fear as she scanned the room, seemingly looking for someone else, before resting her gaze on me.

Cautiously, she made her way over to where I was, intent on talking to me for some reason. As the other patrons saw that she was just here for little old me, they went back to their own devices, uninterested in whatever business she had with me. So there I was, dumbstruck as this woman, who I’d never met before in my life, calmly walked up to me with a proposition. “How would you like to make a lot of money, for just a few days of work?” “What?” I blurted out, caught completely off-guard by this turn of events.

Tattoo

Oh god, something’s wrong. Something’s gone horribly wrong. I was supposed to die, but I didn’t. I was content, I was happy with my life, so what went wrong? Everything was ready for my ascension, so that I could meet the Lord and let his warm embrace into my eternal soul. I’d lived a simple life, with no sins that would taint my soul and jeopardize my ascension into the light. So what went wrong? Why did the Lord abandon me and keep me from ascension?

I must be cursed, that’s the only explanation I can think of. The Lord must have seen a flaw that I hadn’t noticed, some forgotten sin of mine that he has damned me for. Why hath thou abandoned me, Lord of mine, in my darkest hour? I have never betrayed you, and I’ve never stopped believing in you, so why now, Lord, why me? I was destined to die last night, you saw to my marking yourself, when I was but a babe suckling upon mine mother’s breast. And ever since then, I knew when I would be coming into your embrace, certain that when the time came, I’d be welcomed into your kingdom. And yet, here I am, a day and night after my chosen time, still breathing the air and walking the earth.

What then, shall happen to me now? I cannot visit my family or friends, since they believe me dead and would think I’m a demon from the depths of hell, sent to torment and tempt them into sin, in order to jeopardize their chance at ascension. What should I do? What will become of me? There is only one logical solution, I must destroy the Lord.

The time is coming, soon it will be all over, very soon. I’ve found him, after all these years. He’s been hiding in plain view, how could we all be so foolish? He watches us, like a cat watching mice, waiting for the right time to pounce, to pick up a new one and use them like the playthings they are. Years ago, many, many years ago, I thought I was one of them, but no more. I am greater than them in oh so many ways. I am faster, stronger, and superior than them in every possible way. No longer are they my equal, now they are just playthings, toys to be used at will.

And it sickens me, how the so-called “Lord” made me for the sole purpose of being stronger than them. Which is precisely why I will kill the both of us, here and now. Once, long ago, I wanted to kill him in order to hopefully end my suffering in the process, but now? Now I will simply kill him so another like me will never be created. I step through the door of this run-down motel and ask for the room number he’s staying in, saying that I’m his son. He points me to the room, and I proceed to go to the room. I stand and wait, trying to decide what to do. Finally, with nothing better to do, I open the door and step inside.

The Storm

The clouds within that Minnesota sky were grey that evening, as the gods raged within the heavens. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as we huddled in our various shelters terrified of the gods’ fury lashing out at us mere mortals. We knew that a storm was coming, of gargantuan proportions, and that the gods themselves would be unable to protect us, too busy fighting each other to care about us, their most beloved of creations. For the first time in our existence, we felt scared and alone, like a helpless child without its mother. And at that moment, when the storm broke, and the gods did nothing, did we truly know what it means to feel fear.

People speak of a calm before a storm. Well, they aren’t lying when they say that. Before the storm hit, leaving nothing but chaos and destruction in its wake, everything seemed so...idyllic. We were happy and carefree, blissful in our ignorance of the world around us. We were content in the fact that our gods would protect us from all danger, that we would be delivered from salvation on the wings of heavenly angels.

Instead of heavenly angels, we received infernal devils, bringing with them not peace and salvation, but chaos and damnation. Fire and brimstone rained from the skies, burning all those of little faith. We had brought these horrors upon ourselves, realizing too late that the gods had let the storm come, intent on punishing us for our sins. As we begged and pleaded for mercy, holding out on the hope that our creators would deign to show mercy on us. Alas, our futile prayers fell on deaf ears as the devils swept through our homes and butchered us like the cattle they saw us as. The gods had decreed that the world would be made anew, with no room for mistakes, and no room for the wretched souls such as we.

Serial Killer

The news is on. It's boring, as usual. The anchorman drones on and on about the same old stories, quoting from the teleprompter verbatim, word after bloody word. These people are pathetic, even the so-called "good guys". Instead of love and compassion, there exists only greed and corruption. Criminals roam the streets like packs of starving wolves, looking for their next bite to eat. The cops look the other way, taking their piece of the pie at the same time, greedy bastards. Even if the criminals commit heinous crimes such as rape or murder, the cops do nothing but pat them on the back and tell them to play nice with others. It's sickening, all of it.

Last week, a pedophilic piece of shit was found innocent because of a forged alibi that cleared him of suspicion in that little girl's rape and murder. I made sure that sonnuva bitch paid for his crimes though, No one gets away from me, that's for sure. The perverted bastard kept begging and pleading for his life, saying that he was innocent and free to go, it was pathetic. I left him hanging from the ceiling, clawing at the noose around his neck. Sick fucker got exactly what he deserved.