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.