True Love

My head was swimming. I felt like someone had taken a melon scoop to my head. As my vision rolled from red to Technicolor I saw that he was sitting on me. It took me that long because I couldn’t feel my legs and I was sure I was bleeding somewhere. I moved my hands up to feel through my hair and realized I was handcuffed. I groaned, I was ( Read more... )

La Bête Appellée Minotaure
(The Beast Called Minotaur)

Prologue

Myths are just that. They are stories created around a handful of facts. Facts being subject to point of view, of course. From my point of view, Greek Myths lasted so long because they were one of the only writings that survived wars. Somehow this became the basis of the new ( Read more... )

ForeplayHe knelt in front of me, the sweat from his brow dripping down into the corners of his eyes. Oh Gods, they looked like tears. I reached down and wiped away the beads streaming over his cheeks with my free had, forcing him to let me touch by pulling on his leash. “I hope you’ll be a little more responsive than this the rest of the evening. ( Read more... )

Making An Angel This one I had cleaned, gutted and had made into a new piece of art. When I met him he was wearing a gauze cream colored shirt with metal loops sewn in. He also did a horrible make-up job. I saw him standing there with his back turn to me and that’s when I decided he needed wings of blood. A new piece to create. Taking him home was ( Read more... )

Just Another Rotting CorpseThe stench was that of ammonia- yet sweet. My head was throbbing from it and every breath I took in made me choke. It was time to clean up, something I regretted. At five in the morning no one but me, myself, and I would be up and taking some trash out. I didn’t bother with pants, just loaded the black bag of blue and ( Read more... )

To those of who read the stories I post here I have a treat for us all. I will begin posting my original series on this site. These stories are considered pulp because of their length but the are all first person perspective of a serial killer. Part of the reason why I'm going to be posting these is to see if I still have enough of the series to ( Read more... )

I remember who I was. That day, I sat upon a massive black hell horse. The garb isn't heavy if you aren't human, but the job never gets lighter. My companions were on either side, still and silent as the earth itself. It didn't last long before the cannons sounded. The battle cries never change from era to era, the same screams of mind righteous ( Read more... )

She sat at the edge of a loading dock, one leg dangling while the other held her arm at an angle. Her entire left side was soaked, and lids fluttered over green eyes. Green...they weren't just green. A single word wasn't enough. A better description would be the reflection of an ancient forest cast upon someone's eyes, the hues of color moving with ( Read more... )

He stood against a far wall of the warehouse, watching the movements of the two angels. If demons could weep, he would, but it was impossible, despite the beauty of it all. Her eye twitched ever so slightly, it was an impossibly human thing to do but it was cue as to her anger. The opposing angel was male, build to the limits of the body with the ( Read more... )

We drove out to the peak of the mountain. What had been a warm summer night in the city was crisp and cold on the dark path. We hit the parking lot and moved up the path to over look all the cities that lay in the valley. Every lighted path and glowing home shone as though a lake of stars lay below us. We cuddled in the cold wind for a while ( Read more... )