The Assassin

The Assassin

  Smoke poured out of the barrel of my silenced pistol as I stood over the twelve year old girl I had just killed. Her brains and blood splattered against the wall and a pool of blood soaked through the young girl’s pillow. My gloved hand trembled which was odd because never during a hit had my hand ever trembled. I had never killed a child either especially a girl child. Even in my mind, I saw the moonlight only illuminating half of the now dead girl’s sleeping face. She looked so peaceful. Her rhythmic, eased breathing reminded me of my own daughter whenever I watch her sleep. I walked hurriedly out into the cold December air and climbed in my car. I drove to a nearby payphone and called Big Mike. ‘’Hey, Big Mike it’s me I just want to say it’s done. Have my money waiting for me on my front porch; I’ll be home in about fifteen minutes,’’ I said.

‘’Excellent, goodbye,’’ Big Mike replied.

When I arrived home I saw the brown, manila envelope full of cash waiting for me. I pulled out the cash and counted it and stuffed it back in the envelope. I showered quickly, burned my bloody clothes in the incinerator down in my basement and dressed quickly and drove to my daughter’s elementary school. I jogged into the crowded gymnasium and sat down just in time to see my daughter waltz out on stage dressed in an angel costume.

My wife leaned over and whispered to me. ‘’You’re just in time’’

I looked at wife and smiled. ‘’I told you I’d make it, babe.’’ I boasted.

During my daughter’s singing of “Silent Night, tears filled my eyes. ‘’She’s beautiful, you know,’’ I said.

‘’Yes, she is,’’ my wife whispered.

  ‘’She looks just like her mom,’’ I said.

‘’Awe,’’ said my wife.

I know I don’t say this much,’’ I said. But I want you to know I love you two very much.’’

My wife placed her hand in mine and kissed the back of it. ‘’That’s sweet.’’

‘’I know I don’t tell you two this very often but I really do love you two more than anyone else in the world,’’ I said, choking back tears. She placed her head on my shoulder and we watched the rest of our daughter’s performance. When my daughter’s part in the play was over I walked out to the car and dialed Big Mike’s phone number on my cellphone.

‘’Hey, Big Mike, listen I want out of the organization for good,’’ I whispered.

         Big mike paused a few moments before speaking. ‘’Alright, I’ll let you out.’’ Big Mike bellowed.

‘’Really,’’ I said. ‘’It’s just that simple?’’

‘’Sure kid, you were one of my most efficient hit men, I got nothing but respect for you have a happy life,’’ Big Mike said with an unusual optimism in his voice.

 Later that night, during dinner I heard a knock on my front door. I excused myself from the table and started whistling Christmas Carols as I danced to the front door. I swung open the front door and saw a goon, standing at my front door holding a cocked pistol and wearing a grumpy scowl on his face. ‘’Shit, I said.

‘’So you want out of the organization, huh kid,’’ the goon growled.

When The Sun Sets

Her eyes are the sun

to me

for when they set on me

I weep

I swoon

Her lips

I feel against my own

and I melt

we are one consciousness

one soul

in my dreams that is

in person my coward’s tongue

bounds me to silence

the professor cries class dismissed

and I pack up my notebook

and my pencil

and head to my next class

counting down the minutes till

I see Kelsey

Again!

The Doll Man (My Short Story)

                                                                              The Doll Man

  Hello there. Let me tell you about my best friend Jobeth Jenkins but everyone called her J.J. for short. She’s thirteen like me and she’s been in my homeroom at school every year since kindergarten but that is where our similarities end. J.J. has long, mainly- brown hair that is kind of wavy. I say mainly because a patch of her hair is blonde. My older brother, Doug, calls this blonde patch the ‘’hooker highlight.’’

 Real sweet guy huh? He’s a writer and he’s kind of weird. He has all these scary movie posters hanging all over his bedroom. He is away at college currently so I stay out of there. Anyway the leaves crunched underfoot as J.J. and I walked home from school. The sidewalks and streets crunched with frost because it had snowed briefly an hour before school let out and stopped about fifteen minutes later.

J.J. and I noticed a mask shop on our way home from school. The building was a brick one. The banner at the top of the store read Hidden Faces.’’ This place seems cool,’’ I said.

‘’We should totally go in and check the place out.’’

 ‘’No way,’’ J.J. protested Halloween’s totally lame!’’

‘’You can go in but I’ve got a piano recital in about forty five minutes so I better split,’’ J.J. said.

My so called best friend turned and jogged to her house. ‘’Chicken,’’ I hollered after J.J. but she did not hear me or at least she pretended not to hear me anyway. I stepped inside the mask shop. Oddly it smelled delicious. It smelled like a fresh, hot Pepperoni pizza with extra, gooey cheese. The reason for this was because the clerk, behind the counter, was eating pepperoni pizza off of a red, paper- plate. ‘’Greetings my dear,’’ the store clerk said.

‘’What can I help you find today my dear?’’

I’m not a lesbian but this woman was totally beautiful. Her cascading hair hung over her right eye and she wore clear lip gloss. I have a cousin named Clay who loved blondes. He’s only dated four girls in his life. He’s only nineteen but all his girlfriends were blonde. So this woman I referred to in my mind as a “Clay Blonde.”

I looked around and shook my head. ‘’No offense but these masks all suck; don’t you have anything pretty?’’

The store clerk tossed her pizza on her plate and wiped her hands and mouth with a yellow napkin. A weird smile crossed her face as she motioned for me to follow her as she stepped out from behind the counter. She escorted me to the back of the store and let me behind a mysterious purple curtain. We walked down a darkened cellar. The cellar smelled musty.

 A wall full of twenty seven faces leered at me. They were young faces and all beautiful as well and they were all girls’ faces. ‘’There are so many masks to choose from I don’t know which one to choose,’’ I admitted.

The store clerk smiled at me before grabbing a random mask off one of the bottom hooks. She handed me the mask and I frowned. ‘’Um you handed me a mask with African American features,’’ I complained.

‘’So,’’ the store clerk said.

‘’Well does beautiful really have a color?’’

I smiled. ‘’No I guess it doesn’t.’’

‘’How much do you want for this mask,’’ I asked.

‘’It’s yours.’’

‘’Seriously,’’ I asked.

The store clerk nodded.

‘’Seriously,’’ the store clerk said as she winked at me.

 ‘’Thank you so much,’’ I said.

‘’No my dear, thank you,’’ the store clerk whispered.

Eventually Halloween arrived. It was about fifteen minutes before trick or treating would start and there I stood in front of my bathroom dressed in a mini skirt and a yellow, sweater. I wore white, tennis shoes. I placed the mask over my face and a curious thing happened. My actual skin darkened to match the shade of the mask. My breasts grew a full cup size and my waist instantly slimmed down and my hips widened and my butt lifted and became rounder and tighter.

‘’Oh my, gosh,’’ I thought.

I ripped the mask off and I changed back into me. My breasts, shrank my skin became pasty and my face filled up with freckles again. ‘’Gross,’’ I thought.

I put the mask on and I became beautiful again. I headed out the front door. I met J.J. out in front of her house. When she saw me she frowned. ‘’Who the heck are you,’’ J.J. asked.

‘’It’s me, Lizzie,’’ I said.

‘’Lizzie who,’’ J.J. said.

‘’You’re best friend Lizzie Storm,’’ I bellowed.

‘’I don’t believe you.’’

‘’Watch I’ll prove it to you,’’ I said.

 I yanked off the mask and I was me again.

J.J.’s mouth hung open. ‘’How’d you do that,’’ J.J. asked.

Are you in league with the devil or something like that? How did you just change like that,’’ J.J. asked.

‘’I don’t know this mask is like magic or something,’’ I admitted.

J.J. chuckled.

‘’Magic, what do you mean?’’

 ‘’I don’t know,’’ I said with a shrug.

‘’It’s like its alive or something.’’

‘’You’re too much you really are a dork,’’ replied J.J. sarcastically.

‘’Come on let’s get some candy,’’ I said sounding slightly agitated at J.J.’s insensitivity and curtness.

The two of us walked down the sidewalk side by side. My hips gently swayed in rhythm with every step I took. J.J. noticed this and commented on it. ‘’What are you doing?’’

‘’I’m walking why?’’

‘’You know what I mean why are you walking like that?’’

‘’Walking like what?’’

‘’You know what I mean,’’ J.J. said.

‘’No I don’t know what you mean,’’ I replied.

‘’Why, are you walking, like a call girl,’’ J.J. blurted out.

‘’Up yours,’’ I shot back.

‘’You are acting totally weird tonight; it’s like you’re letting that stupid mask go to your head or something.’’

‘’You’re just jealous because for once I’m the pretty girl and you’re the plain Jane,’’ I snapped.

J.J. rolled her eyes at me. ‘’You’re totally demented; you know this right?’’

‘’Whatever,’’ I muttered bitterly.

We continued walking down the frost, covered sidewalk in silence. I heard a voice inside my ear say “attack’’. I wrapped my hands around J.J.’s throat and began strangling her. J.J.’ eyes bulged. Her face started turning red. She gasped and struggled to free herself from my grip but I was much too strong. A crowd of trick or treaters and concerned parents gathered around J.J. and myself.

‘’Let the child go you psycho; you’ll kill the poor girl,’’ a fat woman yelled.

A gray haired man pulled me away from J.J. and spun me around and grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me hard. ‘’What’s the matter with you girl? Don’t you know you could’ve killed your friend?’’

I managed to pull myself away from him and I took off running in the opposite direction. I kept playing the whole ugly incident over and over again in my head. I saw J.J.’s face turning red as I strangled her. I could still hear my best friend panting like a Border- Collie as I felt her windpipe constrict through my fingers. I heard angry jeers and shouting behind me. I ran home. I ran up to my bedroom and ripped off my mask.

‘’You stupid, evil mask,’’ I roared with anger.

‘’You made me attack my best friend; and now everyone in this town thinks I’m a total psycho now because of you!’’

I balled my hands into fists and slugged my bed hard. I screamed like a deranged lunatic as I wailed on my bed. I sat down on my bed and started to cry. Everything in my life was falling apart. I’m sure my best friend will never talk to me again and the entire neighborhood wants to lynch me. Suddenly I remembered the townspeople did not know what I looked like. They thought I was some random, crazy black chick. But my best friend knows it was me.

I happened to glance up and I noticed something in the full length mirror on my bedroom mirror. My face was missing .My hair was still on my head but I had no face. ‘’Where the Hell did my face go,’’ I yelled.

I tossed a hoodie on and zipped it up to my neck. I pulled off a pillow case from one of the pillows on my bed and I shoved the horrible mask into the pillowcase. I tossed the hood over my head and pull the draw strings up tight so as to hide as much of my missing face as possible to avoid suspicion. I sneaked out the back door in the kitchen.

I snuck across front lawns and through an alley. A cold wind sliced through my body and I shuddered violently. Dogs barked in the distance. I felt something scratch my leg. I looked down and saw a black, cat had scratched my ankle. He was hiding in a trashcan lying on its side.

I saw his green eyes glaring at me from the darkened innards of the trashcan. He scampered off into the darkness like a tramp in the night. Finally I arrived at the mask shop. I peered inside the shop and saw the light was still on. I opened the front door of the shop and saw the blonde girl filing her nails behind the counter. ‘’You’re stupid mask ruined my life,’’ I yelled as I pulled the mask out of the pillowcase and slammed on the counter. I pulled off my hood and showed her my lack of a face. The blonde woman smiled as she rubbed her index finger and the middle finger on her right hand on the inner lining of the mask along the jawline.

‘’Daddy will be so pleased,’’ the blonde woman said.

‘’Excuse me,’’ I fired back.

‘’My father, Harrison Williamson,’’ the blonde said.

‘’You mean the Doll Man?’’

The shop owner nodded.

‘’Who are you and why are you trying to resurrect the Doll Man?’’

‘’I am Lenore Williamson, the daughter of who you call The Doll Man: With your soul I will resurrect my father and add you to his collection!’’

‘’Collection of what,’’ I demanded.

The shop owner grinned slightly. ‘’Dolls, my dear,’’

When I turned around I saw twenty seven faceless children standing behind me. They all wore little, black dresses with big, puffy sleeves. ‘’Join us,’’ the children chanted.

I clamped my hands over my ears.

‘’Stop it go away go away!’’

‘’Join us join us!’’

I pushed through the zombie – like horde and ran screaming from the mask shop. The night was filled with a sinister, green fog. I heard low moaning in the fog. I saw a figure standing in the fog. He wore a black fedora and a black suit and tie. He wore a light gray with nothing more than black mesh over the eyes and no mouth or nose hole.

He grabbed me and carried me kicking and screaming back to the shop. The faceless children grabbed me and ushered into a backroom with a purple door. They shoved me inside and locked me in. I beat against the door and of course it was futile. I looked around the room to try and figure out where I was. It looked like I as in an oversized dollhouse. The wallpaper was blue. The furniture although human size appeared plastic and gray.

A sad, empty plate sat atop an empty table. Plastic a plastic knife and fork lied next to the empty plate on the right side. It was as if I could still see the phantom of some tea party goers still seated at this macabre site. The walls all started to bleed and heave and shake almost mimicking human breathing.                                                    

I saw a broken, tea cup lying shattered on the floor. I ventured down the narrow hallway. Eyes in portraits on the walls followed me as I walked. I heard screams as the hallway began filling up with blood. It was up to my ankles. I waded through the blood and looked for any possible exits. I found none. As soon as I stepped into the master bedroom I noticed it was dry.

No blood in here. The door slammed shut behind me. I noticed a child with long, blonde hair brushing her hair in the mirror on the dresser. Her back was turned to me. I approached the child. ‘’Excuse me,’’ I said.

‘’Can you tell me if there’s a way out of here.’’

I squeezed the girl’s shoulder. She spun around exposing her skeletal face to me. I stepped back and screamed. I winced with sheer revulsion. One of her eyeballs hung out of its eye socket. I screamed as the skeletal child reached out her bloody fingers and wrapped them around my wrist. ‘’Join us,’’ the dead girl implored.

‘’Go away,’’ I exclaimed.

She opened up her mouth and a large, black, forked tongue shot out of her mouth. It pulsated with gooey, red blood and black bile. It coiled around my throat and began choking me. My eyes bulged. My hands trembled and I gasped for breaths. It felt like a boa constrictor was squeezing tighter and tighter her throat.

I felt very faint. The light on the room grew dimmer and dimmer until eventually I just passed out. I awoke several hours later although I had no memory of ever being asleep. I stared silently, straight ahead. I stared out through a glassy window. It was actually made of plastic. I was wrapped up in a giant toy box.

I could not move, or blink or speak all I could do was cry. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched the doll man holding my face in his left hand. The Doll Man was left handed. He walked out of his bedroom and clicked off the light when he left leaving me alone in the darkness.

                                                                           Dream Walker

  Thirteen year old Ross Gallows’ groaned from the back seat as the Gallows family Buick Century pulled into the driveway of the Gallows’ family’s new home. Derrick Gallows the patriarch of the family smiled as he stared at his family’s new home. ‘’Home sweet home,’’ Derrick said.

  Patty Gallows was the matriarch of the Gallows clan. She looked at her twins in the back seat. Ross had a twin sister named Star. ‘’What do you kids think of the new house,’’ Patty asked.

  ‘’It looks like Dracula’s castle,’’ Ross muttered bitterly.

  ‘’I think it’s totally far out mom and dad,’’ Star said.

  Ross rolled his eyes at his sister. ‘’You’re such a space cadet; is there any oxygen on your planet Star,’’ Ross asked.

  ‘’You’re such a negative nelly when are you going to grow up, man,’’ Star shot back.

  ‘’Come on you kids stop your bickering this is going to be a real adventure living in front of a cemetery,’’ Derrick boasted.

  Ross shivered at the sound of the word. Cemetery, ‘’There’s a cemetery behind our house,’’ Ross asked meekly. Derrick turned around and shot his son a creepy grin.

  ‘’Yep that’s why we got the house so cheap,’’ Derrick said.

  ‘’That’s so cool maybe the house will be haunted,’’ Star said cheerfully.

  ‘’Shut up Star,’’ Ross snapped at his sister.

  ‘’You’re such a chicken grow up will you,’’ Star shot back.

  ‘’Eat it Star,’’ Ross said.

           

  ‘’You’re such a pain,’’ Star groaned.

  ‘’Can’t you kids stop your bickering for two seconds,’’ Patty snapped.

  Sorry mom,’’ both kids groaned in unison.

  The inside of the house was dark and the windows were boarded up. A fat spider dropped in Ross’ hair. He shrieked as he swatted at his mop of shaggy, blonde hair. The spider hit the floor and scurried quickly away. ‘’Did you see the size of that spider? It was enormous,’’ Ross bellowed.

  Star chuckled. ‘’It was just a little spider don’t have a cow dude.’’

  ‘’Why don’t you go be brain dead somewhere else Star,’’ Ross shot back at his sister.

  ‘’You’re so juvenile,’’ Star muttered as she turned and stomped up the stairs angrily.

  That night Ross had a dream. It was more of a nightmare really. In his dream Ross found himself in the cemetery behind his new home. The moon was covered in an icy fog as the tombstones gently swayed in the cool breeze. Ross saw a hooded figure kneeling beside a tombstone. Ross approached the figure and called out to the mysterious hooded figure. ‘’Who are you?’’

  The hooded figure slowly rose and turned around slowly. The inside of the hood was too dark to make out any features of a face or anything like that. The hooded figure seized the boy by the shoulders and shook him. The boy felt the hooded figure draining energy from the boy. The boy woke up and found himself back in his bedroom. He stared at the Dracula poster above his bed and shuddered. Ross sat up and placed his feet on the cold, hardwood floor.

  He stood up and headed toward his bathroom. He clicked on the light switch and looked in the bathroom mirror. He frowned when he noticed how pale he looked. ‘’I really need to get more sun every once in a while,’’ Ross muttered.

  Ross clicked off the light and went back to sleep. When he awoke he was greeted by his angry sister. She stood over her brother with her arms folded across her chest. ‘’What were you doing in my bedroom last night creep,’’ Star hissed.

  ‘’What are you talking about I was in my own bedroom all night,’’ Ross said.

  ‘’I saw you standing at the foot of my bed at about 2 o’clock in the morning,’’ Star hissed.

  ‘’You’re insane you know that,’’ Ross snapped.

  ‘’Just stay out of my bedroom or else I’ll sock you!’’

  ‘’Yeah whatever,’’ Ross muttered.

  Star stomped off angrily into the hallway. Ross sat up and shook his head. ‘’That girl is nuts,’’ Ross muttered under his breath. Ross washed up and got dressed and went downstairs and headed into the kitchen. Ross saw his father seated at the kitchen table reading a novel. Star was in the living room doing her stretching exercises. Patty stood in front of the kitchen stove cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon wafted through the air. The smell of the bacon caused Ross’ stomach to howl.

  Mom walked over to dad’s plate and scraped some eggs onto dad’s plate and next some onto my own. She tossed the pan into the sink and grabbed the pan of bacon and scraped some bacon onto dad’s plate and next she scraped some bacon onto my plate. Star walked into the kitchen. She was covered in sweat and she wore a gray headband, gray shorts over purple tights and a half gray belly shirt.

  Star sat down and mom placed a small plate with a grapefruit on it in front of Star. The entire family ate in silence.

  After breakfast Derrick retired to his office to do some writing. Ross sat at his computer playing a computer game in his bedroom. Ross pressed the button on his joystick rapid fire as he blasted zombies on the computer screen. He heard a voice call to him. It was his sister Star. Ross raced into his sister’s bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks when he appeared in the doorway. He saw a casket propped up against the closet.

  ‘’Did you do this,’’ Star asked as she pointed to the casket.

  ‘’Did I do what,’’ Ross asked.

  Ross’ sister sighed. ‘’Did you bring this casket up to my bedroom?’’

  ‘’Are you nuts,’’ Ross screamed.

  ‘’Well if you didn’t bring this here who did,’’ Star raised her voice.

  ‘’I don’t know,’’ Ross screamed.

  Star threw up her hands in desperation. ‘’Well we have to lug this thing out of her; I’m not sleeping with a coffin in my bedroom.’’

  ‘’I don’t blame you,’’ Ross muttered.

  ‘’Will you help me lug it outside,’’ Star asked.

  ‘’To where,’’ Ross asked.

  ‘’To the cemetery of course,’’ Star said.

                                                                               Chapter 2

  Ross swallowed hard. ‘’The cemetery, why are we taking it there,’’ Ross asked.

  ‘’Where else do you think a casket came from,’’ Star snapped.

  ‘’Do you think there’s a dead guy in it or something,’’ Star asked.

  ‘’Ross shuddered. ‘’You’re totally sick you know that?’’

  Star bent down and opened the lid to the casket. ‘’That’s weird,’’ Star said.

   ‘’It’s just filled with dirt.’’

  Ross’ eyes grew wide with fright. ‘’Like a vampire?’’

  ‘’Ha hah what are you talking about,’’ Star asked.

  ‘’ In vampire lore it is said vampires must sleep in a casket with soil from their homeland during the day,’’ Ross replied.

  ‘’Oh brother,’’ Star said as she rolled her eyes.

  Both kids heard their father’s voice boom and it made them jump. ‘’There it is,’’ Derrick said.

  Both kids spun around and saw their dad standing in the doorway. Derrick glided across the room and knelt down beside the casket and smiled. ‘’It even came with the soil inside the coffin how cool is that,’’ Derrick asked.

  ‘’Dad what’s going on here,’’ Ross asked.

  ‘’Well you know how I’m writing about vampire myths right?’’

  ‘’Right,’’ Ross replied.

 

  ‘’Well I ordered this coffin online as inspiration for my new vampire book; you see this particular coffin belonged to a dream walker or a psychic vampire named Michael Darling.’’

  ‘’That’s really creepy dad,’’ Ross said.

  ‘’Yeah dad I agree it’s totally creepy,’’ Star said.

  ‘’Ha hah I thought you usually dug this creepy stuff Star,’’ Derrick asked.

  ‘’Yeah but this is too much,’’ Star groaned.

  Derrick laughed. ‘’Help me lift this thing will you,’’ Derrick asked.

  ‘’Sure dad,’’ Ross said.

  Ross bent down and grabbed one of the handles and his dad lifted the other end and the father and son carried the casket to the basement. The basement was a cluttered mess. It was lined with stacks of boxes. A piano sat in the corner of the basement. It appeared sad because no one was fingering her keys. In that respect the piano was like a shy teenage girl.

  The piano wanted to be undressed and wanted to be manipulated by a competent maestro with strong hands and a keen, musical ear. After Derrick went upstairs Ross sat down at the piano and began to play it. He had never played before but he began to play flawlessly. The tune he was playing was the ‘’Funeral March.’’ Ross gasped as he realized what he was playing. The boy glanced over his right shoulder and noticed a black mist forming in the corner of the basement.

  The mist took the shape of a hooded figure towering in at six foot five. The mist floated over to the boy and encircled his head. Ross ran up the stairs as fast as he could. He slammed the basement door and leaned against it panting heavily. He heard a voice call to him from the other side of the basement door.

  ‘’I’m in your mind Ross,’’ the voice hissed.

  ‘’I know what scares you; I’ll drive you nuts and then I’ll kill you!’’

  Ross’ knees quaked with extreme fear. He began sweating. He felt a strong presence begin pounding on the basement door. Thump, thump, thump. The door shook as if someone was trying to bust it down. Ross pressed all his weight into the door as the unknown force slammed into the door. Ross’ heart thudded against his ribcage furiously. His body tensed up with extreme fear. His breathing grew faster and more, shallow.

  The banging stopped and Ross placed his ear to the door. He heard and felt something bang hard one last time on the other side of the door. He ran upstairs screaming. He passed his sister in the hallway. She was carrying a Popsicle in her right hand. Ross grabbed his sister by the elbows and shook her. ‘’We have to tell mom and dad that we have to leave this house it’s haunted!’’

  Star laughed. ‘’What,’’

  ‘’This house is haunted,’’ Ross said.

  ‘’You must be joking,’’ Star said rolling her eyes.

  Ross shook his head. ‘’No way sis I’m telling you this house is haunted!’’

  ‘’Would you stop clowning around,’’ Star bellowed.

  Ross gripped his sister’s wrist. ‘’I’m totally serious Star why won’t you believe me?’’

  Star gazed into her brother’s eyes and shook her head. ‘’You’re serious aren’t you?’’

  Ross nodded solemnly. ‘’Yes,’’

  ‘’What are we going to do,’’ Star asked.

  ‘’Dad loves it here.’’

  Ross shrugged. ‘’It looks like we’re going to have to live with a ghost.’’

  Star and Ross both shuddered. ‘’That’s not a pleasant thought is it,’’ Star asked.

  ‘’definitely not,’’ Ross whispered.

  That night Ross dreamt he was out in the cemetery. He walked over one of the graves and began sinking. He struggled but he kept sinking. He was in quicksand. Ross screamed when he saw the hooded figure step out from behind a tombstone. The figure grabbed Ross by the shoulders ad bared his fangs to the terrified boy. He sank his teeth into the boy’s neck.

  Ross shot up in bed. His hair and face glistened with sweat. He panted as he tried catching his breath. He ran his fingers over his neck and he felt two teeth marks. He staggered into the bathroom and clicked the light on. He gasped when he saw teeth marks on his neck.

  ‘’No way,’’ Ross shrieked.

  The next day Ross awoke enveloped in total darkness. It took Ross a couple of minutes to realize that I was inside the coffin his dad ordered online. Ross lifted the lid and emerged from the casket. ‘’How did I get inside the casket,’’ Ross thought to himself.

  ‘’Did I fall asleep in there and I don’t remember or did the ghost of Michael Darling place me inside that coffin somehow’’ Ross wondered to himself.

  Nothing made sense to Ross anymore. Breakfast was a total blur. Ross did not eat a thing. As soon as Ross stepped outside he hissed as the warm sunlight hit my pale skin. Ross’ skin actually started to bubble. Ross put on some sunscreen and a pair of dark sunglasses and headed out the door. The sun shone brightly overhead as Ross walked down the sidewalk. A white van pulled up beside Ross and slowly drove beside him.

  Ross quickened his walking pace. The van sped up slightly to keep up with the boy. Ross walked even faster. The van sped up again. Ross sprinted across lawns. He ducked into a back alley. Ross watched as the van drove by the alley. Ross went to the park. He met a few kids his own age at the park. They were a player short and asked him to play a game of pickup, tackle football. Ross agreed.

  After tackling a boy named Doug Winters to the ground he noticed Doug’s shin was bleeding. Ross’ mouth began salivating. He grabbed the boy by his leg and licked a trickle of blood off of Doug’s shin. ‘’What the Hell are you doing you freak,’’ Doug groaned.

  ‘’Come on, let’s get out of here, this guy’s totally sick,’’ one of the boy’s said.

  The group of boy’s dispersed and Ross was left alone. Ross stood up and dusted himself off. He sighed. ‘’What is happening to me,’’ Ross muttered.

  ‘’Am I really turning into a vampire?’’

  The taste of blood made Ross’ tongue tingle. ‘’It tasted great,’’ Ross thought.

  He had to have more. He saw a bird sit down perch on a nearby birdbath. Ross thought about snatching the bird and drinking its blood but he knew the other park goers would see him and be totally revolted. He remembered his dad saying Michael Darling was a telepathic vampire so maybe since he was bitten by a mental vampire he could drain the bird with his mind. Ross thought real hard and soon he could taste the bird’s blood. The bird dropped dead and shriveled up like a piece of chicken skin and landed in the water. The dead bird floated in the bird bath.

  Ross could not sleep. He was a vampire. Vampires never slept at night. They hunted. Ross opened his window and floated out of it. He soared over the town. The breezed kissed his face as he glided over his sleepy neighborhood. Ross found a blonde lady jogging in blue short shorts and a white, sleeveless tank top. She was listening to her Walkman. Ross swooped down and stealthily landed quietly behind the woman. As she bent over to tie her shoe Ross grabbed the woman by the waist and dragged her into the bushes. His vampirism gave him supernatural strength.

    The woman screamed. The bushes rattled. She tore and clawed at the boy’s face and clothes. Soon she fell silent. She stopped kicking, stopped screaming, stopped moving and stopped breathing. Ross staggered out of the bushes. Ross’ clothes were torn. His fangs were drawn oozed with fresh blood. ‘’I’m a monster,’’ Ross lamented.

  He flew home and dragged the coffin his dad bought online out into the cemetery. He stole a lighter from his dad’s jacket pocket. The jacket hung from the living room closet. Ross dragged the coffin out into the cemetery and set the coffin on fire. His fangs retracted and the color returned to his cheeks. He was no longer a vampire he was a normal boy. He pumped his fists into the air. ‘’Dig it,’’ Ross exclaimed.

  ‘’I’m me again!’’

  Derrick grounded his son for a week after he found out Ross torched the coffin he ordered. Ross went to sleep the night after he had burned the coffin and dreamt that he was feeding on that woman he killed. He awoke screaming and ran into the bathroom and tossed up the toilet lid and seat and vomited. 

Santa's Corner

This is Santa Claus. Email me at s10.drobbins@yahoo.com
 with your letters to Santa!

Women

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Me on Women!

Drag Queen From Hell

                                                                            Drag Queen from Hell

His name was Louis. He was quite a sight to see I suppose, standing six foot three and wearing red, stiletto, high heels. His painted red lips sloped downwards in a frown. A white mask hid his brown skin. Pink, elbow length gloves cover up his brown hands. His lean, muscular chest was exposed in a lime, green cocktail dress. His sinewy biceps flexed superfluously as he clutched his solid ax in his hands. His powerful, runner’s legs rippled with muscle as he stomped through the snow covered streets.

He peeked inside the window of Jamie Wallace. Jamie’s skin was as fair and white as he wished his face was. Her blonde hair cascaded over her slender shoulders. Her pouty, red lips smacked of eroticism. ‘’Why can’t I look like her,’’ thought the psychotic Louis.

The mask he wore had pouty red lips and blonde, plastic hair. Jamie’s husband Alex was watching the couple’s daughter Lizzie sing in a Church, Christmas pageant. Jamie set the ham down on the table and checked her watch. ‘’Alex and Lizzie should be home any minute.’’

Louis waited until he saw Jamie vanish into the kitchen before he slipped into the house and sneaked up the stairs. Louis hid in Jamie and Alex’s bedroom closet. Five minutes later Alex and Lizzie walked through the front door. Lizzie’s red curls bounced as she walked.

Alex’s red, curly hair resembled red, pubic hair. ‘’How was the pageant,’’ Jamie asked.

‘’It was superb. Our daughter was so amazing her singing brought tears to my eyes,’’ Alex boasted.

Daddy stop it; you’re embarrassing me,’’ Lizzie said.

Alex smiled. ‘’I can’t help it you’re my little girl you’ll understand one day when you’re a mommy!’’

‘’I’m never getting married; boys are gross,’’ Lizzie groaned.

Jamie chuckled. ‘’I have a feeling that one day you might feel differently towards boys.’’

‘’God I hope so,’’ Alex groaned.

‘’I don’t want another Aunt Mary in the family.’’

‘’ Never mind that let’s all bow our heads for grace,’’ Jamie said.

The family bowed their heads and Jamie began reciting the prayer. ‘’Lord we thank you for this meal we are about to receive on this fine Christmas Eve and we pray for many more splendid years together as a family amen.’’

Alex looked up and smiled at his wife. ‘’That was a lovely prayer sweetheart!’’

‘’Thank you honey,’’ Jamie said.

The lights went out. Lizzie screamed. ‘’Relax,’’ Alex said.

We probably just blew a fuse or something.’’

The lights turned back on and Alex saw his wife slumped over: her head rested on the table. An ax was buried deep in her skull. Alex rushed over to his dead wife and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and sobbed. He soon came to the realization his daughter was missing. ‘’Lizzie where are you,’’ Alex called to his daughter. No reply.

Alex saw a bloody arrow painted on the wall that pointed up the stairs. Alex climbed up the steps. On the wall another bloody arrow pointed toward Alex’s bedroom. Alex gasped when he saw his daughter bound to the bed with rope and gagged with masking tape. ‘’Oh my God baby are you alright,’’ Alex yelled.

Lizzie’s eyes went wide with fear and desperation. Alex looked over and saw Louis gripping a large axe in his powerful yet feminine, gloved hands. Alex ducked and tackled the killer to the ground. The mask fell off in the process. ‘’Louis what the fuck do you mean by killing my wife and tying up my daughter you nutcase,’’ Alex screamed.

Louis sobbed. ‘’I’ve worked with you for eleven years and I love you; I couldn’t stand seeing you love Jamie when you should’ve loved me, I can make you happy baby, just give me a chance,’’ Louis confessed.

Alex straddled the killer and picked up the ax. Louis screamed as Alex buried the ax in Louis’ brain. Alex untied his daughter and held her in his lap as she sobbed fat tears. He stroked her hair. ‘’I love you Lizzie,’’ Alex whispered.

‘’I, I love you too daddy,’’ Lizzie whispered back.

                                            

Book review

Octavia Butler's Parable of the Sower stresses the importance of community. Without it we'd all be doomed.

Shakespeare wrote a book with me!

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Alright Welcome to Doug's Book Den!/
Checkout my ebook for the kindle Romeo and Juliet and Ravenwood and Gravestone..
You get two stories in one. First you get the classic play Romeo and Juliet for only .99 cents and along with it you get my short story Ravenwood and Gravestone for free!

Christmas Present for my readers!

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Christmas Poetry would make an excellent Christmas gift!

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I want to tell you all about a great place that will promote Indie Authors called http://coverscroll.com/

Three books by me are advertised there.

Please check it out you wont regret it!

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When the Sun Sets

                                                                                

Her eyes are the sun

to me

for when they set on me

I weep

I swoon

Her lips

I feel against my own

and I melt

we are one consciousness

one soul

in my dreams that is

in person my coward’s tongue

bounds me to silence

the professor cries class dismissed

and I pack up my notebook

and my pencil

and head to my next class

counting down the minutes till

I see Kelsey

Again!

publishers wanted

Any horror publishers follow me on twitter or connect with me on linked in

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Poetry

Scaly green skin

slithering in my yard

I look out my window

at the beasts primal dance

He sits atop my lawnmower

Flicking his tongue at me

with a mesmerizing rhythm

My dad gets the BB gun

Aiming down the sights

he pulls the trigger and

splits the beast in two

Sorry indigenous beast but

this land is my land

Manifest destiny

This is a poem my brother wrote.

Our creative writing professor wants him to take out the first four lines so it reads like this.

He sits atop my lawnmower

Flicking his tongue at me

with a mesmerizing rhythm

My dad gets the BB gun

Aiming down the sights

he pulls the trigger and

splits the beast in two

Sorry indigenous beast but

this land is my land

Manifest destiny

I prefer the first version. The second lacks the pop of the first one who do you agree with?

My brother and I or the professor?

The Next Stephen King

Hi download the Uncovered Books and check out my novelette The Curse!

New anthology

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 Read my short story In the London Fog in this new anthology. I am a contributing author.

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Acceptance

Shouldn't ;gay people strive for indifference?

 After ALL no one cares if you are straight so to be equal shouldn't gays strive for their peers' indifference?

Calling All Indie Game Designers

                                                            The Nightmare Man

  Jennifer’s bosoms heaved as she stood against the tree, panting, like Cerberus. Her white, collared shirt was torn across the front exposing her tight midriff. Her legs were bare and caked with mud. She staggered through the woods. Her eyes were glazed and her runner’s legs were shaky. She heard twigs crunch underfoot. She turned around and screamed when she saw the madman who had been chasing after her standing behind her. He wore blue, jeans, a flannel shirt, black boots and a black skeleton mask. His eyes were dark brown and they looked rather sinister behind the mask as they stared into Jennifer’s soul. He held the sheers in his hand and he snapped the blades of the sheers together menacingly.

  Jennifer turned around and she continued to run. Her legs pumped furiously as she tried to outrun the husky maniac. She emerged from the woods and stepped out onto a back country road located next to a diner. Jennifer ran into the diner. She took a couple steps forward and lost consciousness. She awoke an hour later. When she awoke she found a crowd of people surrounding her. A red haired nurse named Flo held her hand while an elderly man named Albert examined her. ‘’Are you alright dear,’’ Albert asked.

  Jennifer shook her head. ‘’No someone is after me,’’ Jennifer said hoarsely.

   ‘’Who’s after you dear,’’ Flo asked.       

  ‘’The Nightmare Man,’’ Jennifer said in a whisper.

  ‘’Who on Earth is the nightmare man,’’ Flo asked.

  ‘’He’s a psychopath that hunts you down in your dreams and murders you,’’ Jennifer blurted out.

  The crowd surrounding Jennifer shot each other weird, puzzled looks. ‘’Come on dear who is really after you,’’ Albert said in a soothing voice.

  ‘’I am telling the truth,’’ Jennifer shouted.

  ‘’I said Nightmare Man, Nightmare Man come get me if you can in my dream just like the urban legend says and now he is after me; don’t you believe me?’’

  ‘’I think you’ve suffered a trauma maybe you should lie down dear,’’ Flo suggested.

  Jennifer stood up and gave Flo a hard shove. ‘’I’m telling the truth Goddammit why won’t anybody believe me,’’ Jennifer screamed.

  The lights shut off for a few moments and when they came back on Jennifer and Flo found themselves surrounded by dead bodies. Flo stared in open mouthed amazement at the psycho in the skull mask standing before her. The killer plunged the blades of the sheers into Flo’s stomach. He lifted the waitress off the ground dangled her up in the air like a macabre trophy. Flo’s white slip on shoes fell to the ground as her toes curled up in spasmodic, convulsive movements.

  Blood dripped from the dying woman’s lips as the killer shook the woman hard. He shook her harder and harder and the woman slid further down the blade until the end of her spine popped off and hit the floor. Jennifer ran out the front door. The Nightmare Man removed his blade from the woman’s stomach and allowed her to drop to the floor like a piece of bloody chalk. Jennifer ran out in front of a car and the car slammed on its breaks.

  The driver rolled down the window to his Buick Century and screamed at her. ‘’What the Hell’s wrong with you are you trying to get yourself killed or something,’’ the man asked.

  ‘’There’s a fucking maniac trying to kill me that’s what’s the matter,’’ Jennifer blurted out.

  ‘’Holy shit in that case you better get in this car right now,’’ the driver said.

  Jennifer climbed into the car and the car sped off. Lightning flashed across the sky and it began raining suddenly and heavily. The windshield wipers beat against the windshield as the driver struggled to see in the heavy rain. ‘’Who’s this maniac that’s after you anyway,’’ The man said.

  ‘’You wouldn’t believe me if I told you anyway,’’ Jennifer said.

  ‘’You believe in ghosts kid?’’

  ‘’No why,’’ Jennifer snapped.

  The driver pulled out a cigarette from his breast pocket and placed it in his mouth. Would you hand me that lighter out of the glove compartment,’’ The man asked.

  Jennifer’s hand trembled as she reached out and opened the glove compartment. She handed the man his golden lighter. ‘’You do now,’’ the driver proclaimed.

  The driver lit himself on fire with the lighter. Jennifer jumped out of the car and tripped and rolled into a ditch. When she looked back the car and the burning man was both, gone. Jennifer stood up and meandered through the grass on the side of the road. The road stretched ceaselessly ahead and the landscape on the side of the road was flat and grassy. By now the rain had turned red and tasted coppery.

  ‘’For Christ sakes it’s raining blood,’’ a terrified Jennifer exclaimed.

  Her hair and face and entire body began to feel sticky with blood. She felt the anger well up inside of her. Jennifer clenched her fist and gritted her teeth. ‘’Where are you, you, chicken shit, I’m right here come and get me,’’ Jennifer screamed.

 She stood still on the side of the road with her arms outstretched. She was tired of running away from this creep. The nightmare man appeared in front of her .He was twenty yards ahead of her and he stood still as he looked at his prey. Jennifer walked hurriedly towards him and the Nightmare Man walked hurriedly toward his victim. His sheers dripped with blood and gore as he snapped the blades of the sheers together menacingly.

  Jennifer and the killer soon stood face to face. The sheers hung by the killer’s side. Jennifer grabbed the maniac by the shoulders and she kneed him in the groin hard. The killer dropped the sheers to the ground and doubled over. He dropped to the ground and Jennifer scrambled for the sheers. She climbed on top of the killer and jammed the blades of the sheers into his stomach. He let out a muffled grunt under his skeleton mask. His eyes rolled back into his head and he closed his eyes.

  Jennifer stood up and meandered down the side of the road. When she got thirty yards ahead of the killer the maniac removed the sheers from his stomach and slowly rose. Blood dripped from the massive wound in his stomach as he sauntered after his victim silently.

 

  

Attention Aspiring Horror film Makers....

This story is called The Pigman Massacre it was written by me. I would like someone to read this story and make a short film based off of it and post it to You tube with the title of the video called The Pig Man Massacre (The Movie)

                                                                                 The Pig Man Massacre

  The moon shone overhead as a homeless man rested his skull against a tree in the forest near the Sullivan's farm house. The bum closed his eyes and soon he smelled a rancid pig type smell. He smelled like pig manure and pig musk. A horrible creature wearing blue, overalls, stood over the bum. The creature had a flabby yet powerful body and a pig head. It snarled as it glared at the bum with his red eyes. The pig man revved up his chainsaw and the bum screamed.

  The blade of the chainsaw ripped through the bum’s rib cage. The blood poured from the mouth and chest of the bum while the blade broke ribs and sliced through tissue.  Blood splattered all over the ground, hog man’s face and all over the pig man’s clothes. The bum stared vacant eyed up at his murderer. The pig man stomped through the dark forest as his chainsaw roared and rumbled in his hands. He wandered onto the Sullivan’s property. Inside the farmhouse lived blind Aunt Mary, Sean and his daughter Grace.

  Grace sat on her aunt’s lap. ‘’I can smell its foul stench,’’ Aunt Mary said.

  ‘’What are you talking about Aunt Mary,’’ Grace said.

  ‘’The pig man,’’ Aunt Mary said.

  ‘’Mary, I don’t think that story is appropriate,’’ Sean said.

                                                                                            

    ‘’Who’s the Pig man aunt, Mary?’’

  ‘’He was a deformed creature, who was born to an ostracized woman on the edge of town, after her sister placed a curse on her.’’

   ‘’That’s enough, Mary,’’ Sean interrupted his sister.

  ‘’I want to hear the story daddy,’’ Grace pleaded.

  ‘’It’s past your bedtime young lady.’’

  ‘’Goodnight Aunt Mary,’’

  ‘’Goodnight Grace,’’

  ‘’Good night daddy,’’

  ‘’Goodnight pumpkin,’’

  Sean bent down and hugged and kissed his daughter. He kissed Grace on the cheek and the seven year old scampered off to bed. Sean looked at his sister as she reclined in her rocking chair.

‘’I wish you wouldn’t fill Grace’s head full of crazy stories about the Pig man, she’s very impressionable you know,’’ Sean said.

  ‘’I might be sightless, Sean but if you don’t believe in the Pig man you’re the one who’s blind,’’ Mary said.

  ‘’I can’t listen to this I’m going to bed, goodnight.’’

  ‘’Goodnight,’’

  Sean climbed up the stairs and climbed into bed. The front door swung open and Mary called out ‘’who’s, there,’’

  The overwhelming stench of the Pig man’s odor offended Mary’s nostrils at once. ‘’Pig man, you’ve, come back for me,’’

  ‘’Oink, oink,’’

  The Pig man revved his chainsaw as Mary screamed. The Pig man sliced off Mary’s right arm. Blood spurted out of Mary’s empty arm stump. ‘’Soo Wee,’’ The Pig man snorted.

  His squeals were high pitched but his voice was unbelievably deep and guttural. The Pig man sliced through Mary’s stomach until he severed the woman in half. Both halves of Aunt Mary fell to the floor and the Pig man threw down his chainsaw and quickly began chomping on Aunt Mary’s entrails. Grace bounced down the steps. Half way down she froze when she saw the horrible Pig man gaze up at her with his glowing, red eyes. His mouth glistened with blood and the pig’s skin looked greasy.

  ‘’Little lamb, so tender and mild, ripe for the slaughter, soo wee,’’ The Pig man howled and also oink oinked. The Pig man grabbed his chainsaw and revved it up. The pig man chased the terrified and wide eyed, little girl up the steps while he wielded his chainsaw. Sean popped out of his bedroom brandishing a shotgun. ‘’Adios motherfucker,’’ Sean said in a matter of fact way. Sean squeezed the trigger of his shotgun and he caught the hideous creature right between the eyes.

  The Pig man’s brains flew all over the walls and the carpet upstairs in the Sullivan home. This occurred after the Pig man’s head exploded. The Pig man’s body fell to the floor in a lifeless heap. The shotgun still smoked in Sean’s hand as did the gooey brains of the Pig man. Grace ran and hugged her daddy.

  ‘’Daddy I thought you got rid of your shotgun because Aunt Mary said guns were unsafe,’’ Grace said.

  ‘’Sweetheart the only thing that protected you from that monster lying on the floor tonight was daddy’s gun,’’ Sean argued.

  Grace looked at the bloody and headless carcass lying on the floor and shook her head. ‘’You got that right daddy,’’ Grace muttered as a chill danced up and down her tiny spine.

    

Writing

Without my writing I don't think I would have much purpose. I've had alot of anger for many years. I never saw myself as handsome or very appealing to members of the opposite sex.
 Finally I have something I can create that is beautiful and I can be proud of. My writing gives me a purpose and goals to shoot for.

Exciting deal for book lovers

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 Checkout my short story collection Holiday Hell it's a perfect marriage between Christmas and Halloween. 

Interactive Web Poem

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 Do you want to be apart of an interactive poem on Youtube?
 It is to my knowledge the first interactive open ended poem made by total strangers.
 Let's make history and join in a totally peaceful and fun activity like a mass, interactive poem.

The Screaming Dead

  While I sit

 On the gravestone

  The dead

 They scream at me

  Sure they are dead

  But they scream at me

 From Hell

 And Heaven

 And their

 Graves

  I clasp my hands over

  My ears and I cry out

  To them

 Shut up you dead people!

  You cannot speak!

 You are dead!

  Oh God how those corpses

  Lying beneath the soil

 Beneath my feet scream

 Up at me

  They scream the deafening screams

Of silence

 The silence Oh Dear God

 The silence how it claws at my ears

  And eats away at me.

Santa

I'll tell you a magic and touching moment. I was working as Santa CLaus at a daycare my mom worked at at the time and I visited the children and they told me what they wanted for Christmas. At one point I was trying to get more business so I walk outside and waved at traffic and held a big sign about meeting Santa and telling the motorists about the daycare's hours and one little girl wrapped her arms around my belly and hugged me. It was so sweet her mother thanked me and as I watched the little girl walk hand in hand with her mother out to the mother's car I was filled with an abundance of love for the suit and the magical institution that is Santa Claus and I suddenly wished I was really Santa Claus.

Love

I just want a girl to love and hold.
Application ladies
Ha ha joking.