Bloody Mary

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  She can hear her friends giggling and joking outside the bathroom door. Teenagers can be so cruel. Even to their closest friends it seems. She stands in front of the mirror in pitch black darkness. Now locked in the tiny washroom she is beginning to regret saying she didn’t believe. Taking this stupid dare now seems like a mistake. Best to just get it done with and move on. The sooner she does this the sooner she will be able to continue drinking and carousing with her friends. Directly in front of the mirror she stands, barely able to make out her figure in the dark moonless night. She leans close to the mirror, and with false bravado speaks clearly.

 

                                           “Bloody Mary”

 

  A large howl erupts piercing the air as the strong wind pushes through the trees outside the little window. Startled, she  jumps back a step and her heart races at the sudden noise. She chuckles under her breath and shakes her head. “Chicken shit”. Her eyes start to adjust to the darkness all around. Her Imagination casts shadows on the wall behind her as she starts to feel the cold chill of terror. Again she leans into her reflection and she hears the words leave her lips.

 

                                            “Bloody Mary”

 

  This time the words come out much less confidently and with a slight tremble in her voice. Her friends still lurking near the door goading and taunting. The hair stands up on the back of her neck and every inch of flesh on her body raises in goose bumps.  Is it her imagination or did it really get that much colder in this small room? She truly believes that there is nothing to fear, yet with each passing moment her anxiety increases. Every tiny noise is amplified as she is overtaken by fright. Phantom shadows dance on the wall and in her mind as she draws deep from the well of her own courage. She shuts her eyes tight as a single tear runs down her cheek and with a catch in her throat and shaky articulation she softly whispers

 

                                             “Bloody Mary”

 

  The young girl opens her eyes wide and waits. Watching the mirror intently for this vengeful apparition to appear. Nothing… Absolute silence. Even the wind outside the window has died. Her tension begins to lift as a smile brings color back to her face. She will be the one laughing now. She turns to leave the bathroom thinking only of how she will tease and chastise her friends over more strong drink and general teenage mayhem. She swings open the door forcefully to loudly begin her onslaught of verbal revenge.

   In a split second of recognition everything changed forever. This poor girl’s screams could be heard three blocks away as tragedy worse than any nightmare was now reality before her very eyes. Her three very best friends on the planet lay scattered about on the floor in a sea of scarlet. Throats ripped wide open, and midsections dreadfully disemboweled. Even worse than all this was their eyes. Three sets of eyes still wide open and holding within them an expression of fear beyond any human comprehension.

  This gruesome scene discovered by parents the following morning. The poor girl was found blood soaked and curled up in a fetal position on the floor in the middle of her lifeless friends corpses. Arms around her knees, and eyes unblinking, she rocked slowly back and forth muttering the same three words again and again. “She is real…..she is real…..she is real…..she is……”

 

                                      “Bloody Mary” Exists.

The Widow Black

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  A cold winter chill filled the air and brought with it the bitter reality of the frailty of human existence. It was a large gathering this day. All here to pay their respects to the family, and most especially to the tragically misfortunate young widow.

  It seemed like no time at all had passed since many of these very same people were joyously witnessing the joining of these two people in holy matrimony. After suffering the heartbreaking loss of two previous companions to the most unfortunate of accidents, surely this was going to be the match made in heaven. The proof that paradise exists and can be found here on earth. But earth is what stole her happiness from her before it seemed. For her two previous shining knights were taken away by the ocean, and the dizzying heights of a mountain cliff. And while there were those that said this was all too coincidental, just one look at this beautiful fate stricken young woman would tell you right away that she was nowhere near capable of harm. These were just horrific accidents to be sure.

  And now here they all were, unbelievably mourning the death of the third man to fall so deeply in love with this tragically cursed, love deprived young lady. Again, the man she chose was taken by earthly accident. A fatal fire while the fair maiden was away. So lucky she was not to have died by his side that fateful night. Was this some evil conspiracy to drive this poor woman insane? Is she meant to be alone until her dying day? Perhaps we will never know.

  Overwhelming sadness is felt for the loss of this man by all in attendance, but it is engulfed by the compassion felt for his love forsaken wife. For nobody should have to endure the loss of a spouse even once, let alone for a third time in such a young life. Surely she must be damned by some powerful Demon to realize such tragedy and loss to the power of three. The sorrow and empathy were thick in the air, and the emotion could be felt by all that were there. Such raw feeling and strength of concern for this poor youthful matron. Sympathy so strong for her that the funereal reality seemed eclipsed by the pity being expressed for the lady in black.

  As the funeral proceedings were coming to a close and all were done paying respects and consoling the widowed bride, a young man approached and shyly, quietly said “excuse me miss? I could not forgive myself if I did not pay my respects properly. My name is Walter. I knew your husband as a child and considered him a dear friend. My deepest sympathies to you for your loss”. With this the young woman seemingly began to gently weep under her dark veil. Noticing this, the man meekly spoke again, and with a tremble in his voice said “You seem in no shape to drive miss, might I give you a ride to your next destination?” To which she replied,  “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance  kind sir. I thank you for your generosity and concern. While I am flattered by your gesture, I have arranged for my transportation previously. But I do hope we will meet again soon, and under more pleasant circumstances?” And with that, the young widow in black turned to make her departure. As she slowly walked away, and with her veil still masking her face, no one could ever possibly notice the malevolent gleam in her eye or the wicked smile as it spread across her lips.

The Dragon’s Destiny

This piece was co-written by myself and a new friend and unbelievably

skilled writer Hastywords. She truly has a gift with words and I am very

 fortunate to have penned this dark anthem with her. Her talents are

 numerous and cross a wide spectrum of intrigues. I hope you will all

 go look into her world of intense passions and interests.

Find her at www.hastywords.wordpress.com.

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I held my own heart in my hands

No longer red but black as night

Ripped from my body by the dark

As I lay stretched upon the sand

 

It’s pulsing rhythm slowly expired

Black and bleeding this scarlet fear

Horrific reality of deaths cold hand

Cloak and sickle my fate conspired

 

Summer sandcastles trampled, eroded

Beach graves as far as the eye can see

I watch the seagulls pluck at the decay

The result of Lucifer’s dearly devoted

 

Messenger of misery and doom came calling

His soldiers and pawns brought devastation

Slowly suffering this excruciating extinction

Man kinds fate since the time of His falling

 

Tides of jealous wrath came crashing down

Eager minions that starved for far too long

Exercising their hatred with fear and chaos

Demanded our shining stars to hit the ground

 

The kingdom of light and love has gone so dark

A world of greed and turmoil falls to it’s knees

This once beautiful place now barren and burned

Satan’s plan for end of days firmly found it’s mark

 

 

Written by JMC813 and Hastywords

Full Circle

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As a young and growing child 
Mental seeds were sown
He’s medicated to be mild
Side effects unknown

 

Said to be unmanageable
Too wild to control
Prescriptions all too viable
No care for future toll

 

Now this child gentle, meek
Falls victim to their taunts
Mistake this boy as being weak
He flees to sheltered haunts

 

Witness of horrendous things
Of which he will not speak
How can family, terror bring
His loved ones, havoc wreak

 

He finds his shelter safe and warm
He climbs inside his mind
His sanctuary from the storm
His thoughts help time unwind

 

As he grows and comes of age
He grows tired of his pills
Things to do and wars to wage
Newfound battle of the wills

 

He’s grown and reached maturity
After years mis-diagnosed
A dangerous threat to humanity
For no longer is he dosed

 

Now his head is free to think
Unclouded by that haze of mellow
To evil thoughts his focus sinks
For vengeance new voices bellow

 

His problem is with reality
Cruel twisting of his fate
It is Preying on his sanity
Ever filling him with hate

 

All those years of passive sedation
The malice that was endured
Now he realizes with exultation
His revenge can be secured

 

Unnoticeable from the outside
The rage within his head
A wicked smile, eyes open wide
The madman kills to see you dead

 

Horrific spree of death and hate
This killer caught and sent away
Caged like an animal to meet his fate
Asylum his home ’til end of days.

 

Far too dangerous to himself and the rest
He must be tranquilized, to take away the wild
A remedy concocted, one that seems the best
The same one it happens, he was given as a child

 

The anger and fury lose their grip on his mind
The memories of his childhood friend held close
Taken back to better days, now easier to find
Then five words bring clarity, “it’s time…..increase the dose”

 

Life and death cross paths as they wind
And all things are bound to repeat
Locked away in cage and mind
The circle is complete

Mirror Mirror

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Mirror, mirror

Castle wall

Fairest maiden

Loved by all

 

Mirror, mirror

Glass so cold

For ageless beauty

Her soul is sold

 

Mirror, mirror

Mind plays tricks

A DEMONS game

The river Styx

 

Mirror, mirror

Sharpened blade

Flashing silver

Gashes made

 

Mirror, mirror

Struck the deal

Ageless beauty

But life to steal

 

Mirror, mirror

Cut so deep

Crimson lifeblood

Soul to reap

 

Mirror, mirror

DEVIL deceiver

Curse the BEAST

This foolish believer

 

Mirror, mirror

Castle wall

Soul collector

Comes to call

Of Wolf and Man

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Sun sets on humanity

Full moon on the rise

Lunar cycle returns me

Grisly truth I despise

 

Cast aglow in silvery radiance

Pins and needles prick the skin

Anticipation of the changing

My transformation will begin

 

Eyes run red and open wide

Crimson vision, wicked blood thirst

The hunger and the fury consume me

A dreadful existence, an evil curse

 

Moving swiftly I own the night

Nostrils flare and catch the scent

Unrelenting predator, frantic prey

A bounding leap, ending torment

 

Shaking and tearing, snarl and growl

Victim ceases thrashing, body goes slack

Meat from bone, blood spills to the earth

Expect no return from this savage attack

 

My insatiable hunger tempered once more

I howl at the moon with contented elation

Wishing this was my everlasting existence

“Of wolf and man” instead my surreal Damnation

 

The sun will rise again soon………

The Girl In The Window

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   For the first time in many years I find myself in a new place. I needed to escape from the mundane existence I had grown so accustomed to for far too long. Where I am now matters not, but I must say I find it very refreshing to be somewhere different and unfamiliar. Even the constant rain and dismal weather does not seem to bother me. In fact, I have taken to walking most places within reasonable distance and find it a healthy way to clear the mind of distraction.

   On my usual route there is a cottage sitting on one corner that I find very unique. It is a quaint little place that seems to be caught in time. The home itself is kept in immaculate shape. I find it quite unusual that a home so well taken care of would have a yard that is so obviously neglected. Overgrown and unkempt. If it were not for the girl in the window, I would almost think that the place must be recently abandoned.

   Ah yes, the girl in the window. I find her the most compelling of all. She has been there every time I pass by. Day or night. Watching the rain fall and the world go by. More than once I have caught her gaze. She looks so sad. My mind has often strayed to thoughts of what has made this poor damsel seem so forlorn. Is she bound to a wheelchair? Sick with disease? Where are her parents? How long has she been in this state? The questions keep mounting. I am driven almost to the point of obsession with this young maidens plight.

   Once again on an evening stroll I pass by that corner house. Again, the young lady sits in waiting. I just shake my head as I think to myself how unfortunate her situation must be. It is evident in her eyes that her heart weeps. She looks so pale. My heart begins to weep for her as well.  

   A short while later I find myself in the local pub trying to shake off the cold and having a shot or two of liquid warmth. Being so new to the village I have refrained from asking, but with the comfort of strong spirits from the bottle, I am compelled to know once and for all the truth behind the cottage and this mysterious sad girl. Bringing it up in general conversation with the proprietor of this fine establishment, I asked in what I thought was the most respectful way possible if he knew anything of the property and the girl I see each time I stroll past.

   The response I received was both the most unexpected and chilling thing I have ever heard. I am sure to be haunted by these words in my nightmares and in my waking thoughts until the day I die. The man looked at me with a very stern face and said ” I know exactly the girl you speak of and I find your attempts at humor in extremely poor taste. Surely you know that a house no longer stands on that property. That lot has remained vacant ever since the fire”………….