“Did you see Aurora today?”
“No man. Why? Did she have a skirt on again?”
Jim and Peter were talking about their favorite subject: sexy girls. Aurora, however, was beyond the typical girls they would discuss. At only sixteen, Aurora was something of what the boys called a goddess.
“Dude, she had on THE skirt on. Not just A skirt,” said Jim.
“She’s got such a fine ass. Did you get a look when she was going upstairs?”
“Yeah man I did! It was fucking sick!”
“You ever gonna hit that?” Peter asked.
“No man. You don’t just fuck Aurora, dude. You can’t. It’s impossible. I’ve never even spoken to the chick really outside of Chemistry. But I can tell that she just isn’t that kind of girl. She’s got too much class. She’s perfect.”
“What the fuck, bro? Gettin’ all emotional and shit.”
“Dude, do you really think you could get Aurora to fuck you?”
Peter’s head dropped. “No,” he said shamefully.
Staring into the mirror, she criticized the right side of her neck. There was this mole. She would stare at it until she was fully disgusted. Aurora was fixated with it. In between classes she would go to the bathroom just to look in the mirror and pick at her mole.
“It never fails,” a girl remarked upon entering the bathroom. She and her friend snickered as they walked into stalls side by side.
Aurora’s chest sank, and she resumed the fight against the mirror. The girls finished up in the stalls and came up behind her.
“We need the sink you vain bitch!” They shoved her into the wall, and left the restroom without washing their hands.
Broken, Aurora gathered her books and folders and headed to her next class. She stared at her feet as she walked down the hall. The boys all turned their heads as she passed. Jim, ecstatic for Chemistry with Aurora, waited for her outside the classroom door.
“Hey!” He said as she approached.
Aurora barely glanced up, gave a timid smile, and made her way into her seat. Jim followed behind her, and sat down beside her.
“Look, I know we’ve never really talked before, but my buddy Peter and I thought it would be really cool if you came to my party tonight. You down?”
Aurora nodded and took out her homework.
“Cool. Just bring yourself and friends if you like. Beer and food and shit is already gonna be there. I’m stoked you’re coming.” Jim smiled big at her, his braces gleaming.
Aurora was clearing out everything she was going to need for her homework to do over the weekend from her locker. She silently and singly waited for the bus to arrive. She sat in near the back alone up against the window. About five or six other students got off on her stop; they all walked in pairs usually on their way to hang out together. Aurora was slow paced behind them all going home alone to wait for her parents to get off of work, and home from the bar.
She left her school materials in her bedroom and went immediately to the bathroom from there. She picked at the mole on her neck. Frustrated that she could not remove it with her own hands tears fell from her eyes.
“Ahhhhh!” Aurora screamed and shoved everything off of the bathroom counter and onto the floor next to the toilet. Her chest was heaving with adrenaline. Her cheeks, no longer red from the snowy weather outside, were now red with fury.
Aurora picked up items from the ground and smashed them into walls, flinging them across the room. A soap dish hit the mirror. Toothbrushes landed in the bathtub. A metal tissue box made a hole in one of the walls. Towels were spread across the floor. Even the shower curtain was torn from its rings.
She slammed the door to the bathroom, concealing her massacre from the hallway’s view. Aurora plopped into her dad’s recliner, turned on the TV, and drank one of his beers. Then she drank another and another. She took a few shots, had a glass of wine. By six she was nearly unconscious on the kitchen floor.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Two reasons why Thanksgiving might be worth while
It's that time of year, and let's get one thing straight: I hate Thanksgiving. Everyone sits around pretending to be oh so fucking grateful of each other. However, on a day to day basis, no one does anything to show appreciation of their loved ones or friends or whatever else they claim to be thankful for. But all in all, if nothing else, there are always people like me who hunt down and post random funny shit on their blogs to show that during Thanksgiving they are thankful for humor. But like everyone else, I am going to forget to be thankful during the other 11 months of the year. I suck. Woo.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Heart
This home has love its walls.
This home has love on its doors.
I hear your dying calls.
But live for the home that is yours.
This home has love on its doors.
I hear your dying calls.
But live for the home that is yours.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Could I just have a gas fueled heart?
I will never feel the same when I look into your eyes.
So captivating, so devine.
A beauty beyond the Texas skies.
Pulling me in with knots intertwined.
So certain am I they are the prize.
So full are they, devouring me with lies.
My heart it cries.
Your eyes will be my demise.
So captivating, so devine.
A beauty beyond the Texas skies.
Pulling me in with knots intertwined.
So certain am I they are the prize.
So full are they, devouring me with lies.
My heart it cries.
Your eyes will be my demise.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Halloween Short Story: Ending
Jackson awoke on his bedroom floor feeling as if he’d been unconscious for days, though it wasn’t more than minutes. He had no recollection as to how he ended up on the floor, he could only vaguely remember a very pretty woman whom he did not recognize being in his house. He blinked his eyes several times until he could see clearly. He remained motionless on the floor, trying to recover from the dizziness.
“You fainted,” said a woman’s voice.
“Oh Mindy, darling, thank God!” Jackson exasperated.
“Mindy? Mindy! You’re cheating on me?” the voice shrilled.
Jackson shook so hard, it appeared as if a switch on his body had been turned on and set to vibrate.
“Let me show you then, just what you’re going to miss.” The faint woman rolled him over, and straddled his body. “How could you find someone new? How, Chuck? How?”
“I-I’m…n-n-not…Ch-Ch-Ch-Chuck,” Jackson stammered.
"Well then who is Chuck?" the woman replied.
"My brother!" Jackson yelled.
“How can you lie to me? You have no brother. Last time we were together you left me before I could even climax. Just promise me this time will be different.”
Jackson opened his mouth to speak.
“Shhhh,” the ghost hushed him, placing two fingers sensually over his lips.
She took off her furry black bra and panties, leaving only cat ears, a bow tie, a cat tail, and suit cuffs on her body.
Aroused now, or at least as aroused as a man of his years can be, Jackson laid back and accepted the ghost’s advances. He closed his eyes, and felt her untie his robe, and slip off his boxers. Her hair tickled his inner thighs; she stroked him gently. Then, in a teasing manner, she got up and walked off into the hallway and down the stairs. He followed eagerly.
Running after her now, she ran from him playfully. They merrily chased each other all around the downstairs of Jackson’s home. Jackson trapped her in the kitchen. She smiled innocently, and opened a drawer. She fingered over the miscellaneous cooking utensils until she found his Thanksgiving turkey carving knife. She pulled it out, and ran it across her breasts. She thrust her chest forward and let her eyes roll back in her head. She licked the sharp edge of the knife, eyes closed and lips luscious.
Jackson stepped closer to her, smiling like a virgin. Her eyes opened sharply, and glared at him. The once aroused expression on her face turned to fury. She slammed the kitchen drawer shut, and stomped towards him. Once again afraid, Jackson took a step back, and then another and another.
The ghost bolted at him, and chased him angrily now around the downstairs of his home. Jackson raced upstairs for his room. She was too swift for him. By the time he was at the top of the stairs, she was at his ankles. She dove for him, barely missing, but sliced the back of his left calf.
Jackson let out a scream as he fell to the floor. Bracing himself against the wall, he pulled himself to his feet, and hobbled towards his room. She scurried around him, and blocked the doorway. Jackson backed up against the wall opposite his room, and scooted sideways. The ghostly woman put hands on either side of him against the wall. Jackson ducked beneath her arms, and tried to run.
The woman let out a loud roar of amusement. Jackson made his escape in the wrong direction; he was stuck between her and the window at the end of the hallway. He inched closer to it, desperate with no where else to go.
She sexually lingered in closer to him, knife ready at hand. Finally, they were against the window pane. Jackson could feel the cold blade pressed into his neck, and her warm breasts pushed into his chest.
She removed the knife from his throat, and pulled herself into Jackson’s arms, forcing him to hold her. “I always loved you, Chuck.” She inserted him into her, and then threw both their bodies into the glass and out the window.
“Come on guys. We’re late for movies with Grandpa,” Mindy told her children as she hurried them up the walkway to his front door. The kids joyously shouted out “trick-or-treat” and rang the bell.
No answer.
“Louder guys. Louder,” Mindy said to the children with a smile. As instructed the kids shouted out as loud as they could, but still nothing.
“Dad?” Mindy called. “Dad!”
The house was as silent as death itself.
“Wait here,” she instructed her children, and then headed for the side of the house. As she approached the side, she could hear a woman moaning loudly, as if she were having sex. A man’s voice roared with pleasure.
Mindy wandered more into the dark side yard at her father’s home until she heard something crunch beneath her feet. She kneeled down to it, and touched the ground. Shards of glass, she wondered.
Worried about the glass outside of Jackson’s home, and fearing her kids would her the two people having sex, she got up to go get them. Just before she started walking away, she heard a woman distinctly scream, “Oh, Chuck!”
And in reply to her scream, she heard a man mutter, “Call me Jackson.”
“You fainted,” said a woman’s voice.
“Oh Mindy, darling, thank God!” Jackson exasperated.
“Mindy? Mindy! You’re cheating on me?” the voice shrilled.
Jackson shook so hard, it appeared as if a switch on his body had been turned on and set to vibrate.
“Let me show you then, just what you’re going to miss.” The faint woman rolled him over, and straddled his body. “How could you find someone new? How, Chuck? How?”
“I-I’m…n-n-not…Ch-Ch-Ch-Chuck,” Jackson stammered.
"Well then who is Chuck?" the woman replied.
"My brother!" Jackson yelled.
“How can you lie to me? You have no brother. Last time we were together you left me before I could even climax. Just promise me this time will be different.”
Jackson opened his mouth to speak.
“Shhhh,” the ghost hushed him, placing two fingers sensually over his lips.
She took off her furry black bra and panties, leaving only cat ears, a bow tie, a cat tail, and suit cuffs on her body.
Aroused now, or at least as aroused as a man of his years can be, Jackson laid back and accepted the ghost’s advances. He closed his eyes, and felt her untie his robe, and slip off his boxers. Her hair tickled his inner thighs; she stroked him gently. Then, in a teasing manner, she got up and walked off into the hallway and down the stairs. He followed eagerly.
Running after her now, she ran from him playfully. They merrily chased each other all around the downstairs of Jackson’s home. Jackson trapped her in the kitchen. She smiled innocently, and opened a drawer. She fingered over the miscellaneous cooking utensils until she found his Thanksgiving turkey carving knife. She pulled it out, and ran it across her breasts. She thrust her chest forward and let her eyes roll back in her head. She licked the sharp edge of the knife, eyes closed and lips luscious.
Jackson stepped closer to her, smiling like a virgin. Her eyes opened sharply, and glared at him. The once aroused expression on her face turned to fury. She slammed the kitchen drawer shut, and stomped towards him. Once again afraid, Jackson took a step back, and then another and another.
The ghost bolted at him, and chased him angrily now around the downstairs of his home. Jackson raced upstairs for his room. She was too swift for him. By the time he was at the top of the stairs, she was at his ankles. She dove for him, barely missing, but sliced the back of his left calf.
Jackson let out a scream as he fell to the floor. Bracing himself against the wall, he pulled himself to his feet, and hobbled towards his room. She scurried around him, and blocked the doorway. Jackson backed up against the wall opposite his room, and scooted sideways. The ghostly woman put hands on either side of him against the wall. Jackson ducked beneath her arms, and tried to run.
The woman let out a loud roar of amusement. Jackson made his escape in the wrong direction; he was stuck between her and the window at the end of the hallway. He inched closer to it, desperate with no where else to go.
She sexually lingered in closer to him, knife ready at hand. Finally, they were against the window pane. Jackson could feel the cold blade pressed into his neck, and her warm breasts pushed into his chest.
She removed the knife from his throat, and pulled herself into Jackson’s arms, forcing him to hold her. “I always loved you, Chuck.” She inserted him into her, and then threw both their bodies into the glass and out the window.
“Come on guys. We’re late for movies with Grandpa,” Mindy told her children as she hurried them up the walkway to his front door. The kids joyously shouted out “trick-or-treat” and rang the bell.
No answer.
“Louder guys. Louder,” Mindy said to the children with a smile. As instructed the kids shouted out as loud as they could, but still nothing.
“Dad?” Mindy called. “Dad!”
The house was as silent as death itself.
“Wait here,” she instructed her children, and then headed for the side of the house. As she approached the side, she could hear a woman moaning loudly, as if she were having sex. A man’s voice roared with pleasure.
Mindy wandered more into the dark side yard at her father’s home until she heard something crunch beneath her feet. She kneeled down to it, and touched the ground. Shards of glass, she wondered.
Worried about the glass outside of Jackson’s home, and fearing her kids would her the two people having sex, she got up to go get them. Just before she started walking away, she heard a woman distinctly scream, “Oh, Chuck!”
And in reply to her scream, she heard a man mutter, “Call me Jackson.”
Friday, October 30, 2009
Halloween Short Story
Jackson raced upstairs, and went back into hiding. All throughout the house he could hear tapping noises and footsteps. Suddenly, all fell silent again. Jackson perked up in bed, craning his neck towards the door listening for more mysterious noises.
Silence. And then crying.
“He-hello?” Jackson called out.
All he got in reply was louder harder sobbing.
Jackson manned up and crept out into the hallway. No signs of life were in view. He flicked the light switch to turn on the lights of the stairway. And then he flicked it again, and again. The lights never came on. Jackson’s legs turned to jell-o, and he crumbled to the floor allowing a tear from each eye to drip down his cheeks.
The sobbing became even louder now, and for the first time Jackson recognized it as a woman’s voice. “Sweetie?” He called out in hopes that it was a harmless little girl.
The sobbing paused, and then, “Sweetie?”
“Who’s th-there?”
“Sweetie!”
Jackson retreated into his room, peaking around the edge of the door.
“Sweetie!” The voice called louder.
From around the door, Jackson saw a voluptuous sexy young woman appear at the bottom of the stairs.
Silence. And then crying.
“He-hello?” Jackson called out.
All he got in reply was louder harder sobbing.
Jackson manned up and crept out into the hallway. No signs of life were in view. He flicked the light switch to turn on the lights of the stairway. And then he flicked it again, and again. The lights never came on. Jackson’s legs turned to jell-o, and he crumbled to the floor allowing a tear from each eye to drip down his cheeks.
The sobbing became even louder now, and for the first time Jackson recognized it as a woman’s voice. “Sweetie?” He called out in hopes that it was a harmless little girl.
The sobbing paused, and then, “Sweetie?”
“Who’s th-there?”
“Sweetie!”
Jackson retreated into his room, peaking around the edge of the door.
“Sweetie!” The voice called louder.
From around the door, Jackson saw a voluptuous sexy young woman appear at the bottom of the stairs.
Halloween Short Story
Jackson was sitting in his living room, lit only by the glow of old horror movies he had playing on his TV, when the first trick-or-treaters arrived. Ding! Dong! Jackson ran for his candy bowl and devil horns. “Well what do we have here? A witch. A princess. Superman.” He named off each one of the children’s costumes as he gave them a handful of candy each. “Oh such great costumes.” One by one they wished him a happy Halloween, and dispersed onto the neighboring houses.
He headed back for his lazy boy in the living room to continue watching the original Psycho. With his feet propped up and the seat reclined, he was nearly asleep the next time there was a noise at the door. “Trick-or-treat!” The children were calling. Back at the door with his devil horns he handed out candy in the same friendly manner as before. He closed the door as he waved the children onto the next house. Just as it latched, there was another knock. That was quick, Jackson thought.
He opened it up, candy bowl at hand, and found nothing. He shrugged, and closed it again. Another knock. Puzzled, he reopened the door. Still no one. He scratched the wispy grey hairs he still had left on top of his head. He looked to either side, and there was not a person to be found. He went back inside, once again closing the door. The pattern repeated, only this time Jackson did not open the door. There was a constant knocking for the next few minutes, and then the bell rang. “Trick-or-treat!”
Cautiously, and less friendly than before, Jackson gave out the candy quickly, and hurried back inside. As soon as the trick-or-treaters were gone, the knocking resumed until the next bundle of kids showed up at his door. “Trick-or-treat!” Jackson didn’t answer. “Trick-or-treat!” He silently stood behind the door. He heard a mother mutter to one of the kids, “Come on honey let’s go.” Jackson heard the kids trot away, and then the knocking came back.
Terrified, Jackson shut off the TV and headed upstairs for bed and hid underneath the sheets like a child frightened by the boogie man. He closed his eyes and unsuccessfully tried to sleep. The knocking turned to banging, and was now not only at the front door, but at the windows and on the walls. Jackson tried summing it all up to teenage mischief, but felt that it was otherwise.
Silence.
Nothing but the wind could be heard now. Jackson felt as if the terror of the night had subsided. The silence lasted a solid twenty minutes until it was broken by “Trick-or-treat!”
With his fears at rest, Jackson climbed from bed and passed out candy to the children. He waved goodbye to them, and gently closed the door. Just after it latched shut however, there was another noise, but not a knocking one.
The squeak of a door opening sounded from the kitchen, and then it slammed shut. Jackson darted to his hall closet and retrieved a golf driver. He snuck into his own kitchen, and before entering he took a swing around the corner of the doorway knocking a toaster into the wall. A flicked on the light, and there was nothing in the kitchen. The only thing that was altered about its appearance was the toppled over toaster that Jackson hit. He backed away slowly into the living room. The TV that was once on was now off.
He headed back for his lazy boy in the living room to continue watching the original Psycho. With his feet propped up and the seat reclined, he was nearly asleep the next time there was a noise at the door. “Trick-or-treat!” The children were calling. Back at the door with his devil horns he handed out candy in the same friendly manner as before. He closed the door as he waved the children onto the next house. Just as it latched, there was another knock. That was quick, Jackson thought.
He opened it up, candy bowl at hand, and found nothing. He shrugged, and closed it again. Another knock. Puzzled, he reopened the door. Still no one. He scratched the wispy grey hairs he still had left on top of his head. He looked to either side, and there was not a person to be found. He went back inside, once again closing the door. The pattern repeated, only this time Jackson did not open the door. There was a constant knocking for the next few minutes, and then the bell rang. “Trick-or-treat!”
Cautiously, and less friendly than before, Jackson gave out the candy quickly, and hurried back inside. As soon as the trick-or-treaters were gone, the knocking resumed until the next bundle of kids showed up at his door. “Trick-or-treat!” Jackson didn’t answer. “Trick-or-treat!” He silently stood behind the door. He heard a mother mutter to one of the kids, “Come on honey let’s go.” Jackson heard the kids trot away, and then the knocking came back.
Terrified, Jackson shut off the TV and headed upstairs for bed and hid underneath the sheets like a child frightened by the boogie man. He closed his eyes and unsuccessfully tried to sleep. The knocking turned to banging, and was now not only at the front door, but at the windows and on the walls. Jackson tried summing it all up to teenage mischief, but felt that it was otherwise.
Silence.
Nothing but the wind could be heard now. Jackson felt as if the terror of the night had subsided. The silence lasted a solid twenty minutes until it was broken by “Trick-or-treat!”
With his fears at rest, Jackson climbed from bed and passed out candy to the children. He waved goodbye to them, and gently closed the door. Just after it latched shut however, there was another noise, but not a knocking one.
The squeak of a door opening sounded from the kitchen, and then it slammed shut. Jackson darted to his hall closet and retrieved a golf driver. He snuck into his own kitchen, and before entering he took a swing around the corner of the doorway knocking a toaster into the wall. A flicked on the light, and there was nothing in the kitchen. The only thing that was altered about its appearance was the toppled over toaster that Jackson hit. He backed away slowly into the living room. The TV that was once on was now off.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
I remain non-disturbed by Charles Manson...WTF?
I am currently reading this book. I am about mid-way through. Before reading it, I was told that the things I'd learn would be terrifying and disturbing. But for some demented reason, I haven't reacted that way, and I already read the gruesome details of the murders. Even how someone was chopped up into 9 pieces. Well, I'm a freak, and I embrace it.
Go Green: A list of how to start...
I'm pretty sure just about everyone is sick of the heat. It's October. We're all getting ready for Halloween. Leaves are supposed to be changing, and it's supposed to be cloudy and crisp out. As we all know, that's just not happening.
What's sad is that so many people are in denial as to why it's like this. For everyone out there saying "global warming is a myth" (god I've heard that so much lately), do you really fucking think so? I mean come on! Polar animals are endangered because their homes are literally melting. People are suffering from heat, which is assisting in the quickness of our evaporating water. Can't you feel yourselves becoming lethargic because you're just too damn hot to do anything?
Please everyone, for the sake of our Earth, just do one thing each. One small change that can fit into your day without altering your lifestyle will helo more than you may think. Simple things like:
-shutting off the water when nothing is beneath the facet
-shortening shower time
-adding a recyclables trash can to your kitchen for all recyclable wastes
-use mugs instead of disposable paper cups
-turning off unnecessary lights
-unplugging appliances (toasters, microwaves, coffee pots, tvs, etc.) when they're not in use
-walking (or biking if you have one) to nearby destinations instead of drive
-hanging laundry out to dry
-using energy saving lightbulbs
-turning down the thermostat
-only filling up tea kettles and coffee pots with the amount of water you need
-planting something
-being organic for one day a week
-taking public transportation whenever convienent
-stop littering...throw your gum in the trash...not under a table or chair or on the ground
-saving water...it can be fun...take a bath with someone you love
-declining plastic bags, even paper ones, use the resusable totes that are sold for 99 cents at the front of the line; you may even have one already that wasn't purchased from a supermarket
-insulating your water heater
The list of how to help the enviornment and fight these climate issues goes on and on and on. Just one change, big or small, from everyone will help everyone. Surely something on this list can be incorporated into your life. Fight off global warming, and save the animals that are still left in the melting ice regions of the world. It's not to late, and THERE IS something you can do.
What's sad is that so many people are in denial as to why it's like this. For everyone out there saying "global warming is a myth" (god I've heard that so much lately), do you really fucking think so? I mean come on! Polar animals are endangered because their homes are literally melting. People are suffering from heat, which is assisting in the quickness of our evaporating water. Can't you feel yourselves becoming lethargic because you're just too damn hot to do anything?
Please everyone, for the sake of our Earth, just do one thing each. One small change that can fit into your day without altering your lifestyle will helo more than you may think. Simple things like:
-shutting off the water when nothing is beneath the facet
-shortening shower time
-adding a recyclables trash can to your kitchen for all recyclable wastes
-use mugs instead of disposable paper cups
-turning off unnecessary lights
-unplugging appliances (toasters, microwaves, coffee pots, tvs, etc.) when they're not in use
-walking (or biking if you have one) to nearby destinations instead of drive
-hanging laundry out to dry
-using energy saving lightbulbs
-turning down the thermostat
-only filling up tea kettles and coffee pots with the amount of water you need
-planting something
-being organic for one day a week
-taking public transportation whenever convienent
-stop littering...throw your gum in the trash...not under a table or chair or on the ground
-saving water...it can be fun...take a bath with someone you love
-declining plastic bags, even paper ones, use the resusable totes that are sold for 99 cents at the front of the line; you may even have one already that wasn't purchased from a supermarket
-insulating your water heater
The list of how to help the enviornment and fight these climate issues goes on and on and on. Just one change, big or small, from everyone will help everyone. Surely something on this list can be incorporated into your life. Fight off global warming, and save the animals that are still left in the melting ice regions of the world. It's not to late, and THERE IS something you can do.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Beginning: Halloween Short Story
During a one night stand, he was trying to make her climax when he saw one of her neck bones pierce through her skin. Blood spewed from the break in her neck, and dripped from her chin to her forehead. His body was horizontal, with only his legs resting on the bed. She was balancing on the hardwood floor on her head with her legs wrapped upward around his waist. Their pleasure was permanently ceased.
The police arrived at the seen while Chuck was still there, still somewhat naked. He had on only a robe, open in the front. Trying to remain calm and coherent while the officers investigated the scene was a mistake on Chuck’s behalf. Due to his rational statements, he appeared to lack sadness or any natural emotions for the death of his sex partner. Chuck was put in handcuffs and taken into the back of a patrol car. Chuck, out of manhood pride, still refused to allow any tears engulf his eyes. Only thoughts passed through Chuck’s head. It’s all my fault. No. Hold on it’s not. I let her pick that position, and I didn’t even like it. But she’s dead. Her last moments aren’t even going to be something her family wants to remember. I’m sure that from the beyond she despises her last moments…and me. I couldn’t even get her to orgasm before she died. Well, at least I got to. That’s better than nothing. At least I won’t hate her for dying.
Chuck faced murder trials for the proceeding six months. Amongst other evidence, a jury studied the report made by police from the night she died.
DOA (Dead on Arrival). Victim: Allison “Ally” Loveless; Female. Hair: Blonde. Eyes: Green. Ethnicity: White. Clothing: Cat ears, black and white bow tie, costume black cat tail, costume black and white suit cuffs. Cause of death: Broken neck as a result to sexual roughhousing.
Suspect: Charles “Chuck” Andrews; Male. Hair: Light Brown. Eyes: Hazel. Ethnicity: White. Clothing: Lady’s pink bathrobe, untied. Cause for suspicion: At crime scene upon arrival, expressed no remorse, implausible explanation of cause of death.
The jurors emerged from their discussion room with a unanimous verdict: guilty. Chuck was sentenced to serve one life term in prison, with a parole opportunity 15 years later. Four months and ten days into his sentence, Chuck was beaten to death by another inmate.
“And sometimes, they say, that Halloween night is the one night of the year where all of the ghouls, ghosts, and goblins may return from the Otherworld, and walk amongst ours again.” Jackson was just finishing a ghost story he was telling to his grandchildren and their friends on Halloween at their preschool.
“Why do they come back, Grandpa?” his grandson asked.
“Who knows?” Jackson was making his voice go up and down, up and down, to give an eerie affect to the story. “Maybe.” He took a long pause. Faces painted to look like fairies, vampires, and an assortment of animals all stared eagerly at Jackson, awaiting the grand finale of the story. “Maybe, they’re looking for YOU!” The children screamed, and Jackson roared with laughter slapping his inner thigh. A bell rang, and the children hollered with joy. On this day, it was time to go trick-or-treat.
As the kids dispersed the room with their moms and dads, Jackson spoke with their teacher. “Oh thank you so much for letting me visit today, sweetie.” He kissed the top of her head.
“Dad, the kids love you. They love your stories. And clearly the rest of the little ones do.”
“Yeah. They don’t know it, but their going through their most precious moments. I’m just so happy to be a part of it all. Thank you. You know I’m not like my brother, and I never was.”
“Dad, I know you’re not.”
“But they don’t. There are still some people with grudges you know.”
“Fuck ‘em.”
“Watch your language! There are children in the room.”
“Sleeping children. And believe you me, those kids go through worse than the F word at home. I know because they come in here singing obscenities like cunt, pussy, and bitch.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Jackson sighed, hurt knowing that at least half of the children he just shared a happy moment with were on their way home to be abused in one way or another. Some of them may already be being abused in their parents’ cars. “Why is the world so evil?”
“Dad, don’t ask me. Aren’t you supposed to be older and wiser, and teaching me these things?”
“It’s just tonight.”
“What about tonight? Nothing significant ever happened.”
“Nothing.”
“No, what?”
“Nothing. I’d best be getting home. You know I don’t want to miss those early birds.”
"Whatever you say dad. I'll be over tonight with the kids. Don't do anything too scary, okay?"
Jackson was already on his way out the door. "Oh yeah, sure. Nothing scary." Jackson smiled mischievously.
Confused and rolling her eyes, Miss Mindy cleaned the classroom and prepared to go home. She needed to get her own children ready for trick-or-treating. Because she was a teacher, however, they were never the early birds that Jackson had to rush off to.
The police arrived at the seen while Chuck was still there, still somewhat naked. He had on only a robe, open in the front. Trying to remain calm and coherent while the officers investigated the scene was a mistake on Chuck’s behalf. Due to his rational statements, he appeared to lack sadness or any natural emotions for the death of his sex partner. Chuck was put in handcuffs and taken into the back of a patrol car. Chuck, out of manhood pride, still refused to allow any tears engulf his eyes. Only thoughts passed through Chuck’s head. It’s all my fault. No. Hold on it’s not. I let her pick that position, and I didn’t even like it. But she’s dead. Her last moments aren’t even going to be something her family wants to remember. I’m sure that from the beyond she despises her last moments…and me. I couldn’t even get her to orgasm before she died. Well, at least I got to. That’s better than nothing. At least I won’t hate her for dying.
Chuck faced murder trials for the proceeding six months. Amongst other evidence, a jury studied the report made by police from the night she died.
31 October 1959 11:14 P.M.
DOA (Dead on Arrival). Victim: Allison “Ally” Loveless; Female. Hair: Blonde. Eyes: Green. Ethnicity: White. Clothing: Cat ears, black and white bow tie, costume black cat tail, costume black and white suit cuffs. Cause of death: Broken neck as a result to sexual roughhousing.
Suspect: Charles “Chuck” Andrews; Male. Hair: Light Brown. Eyes: Hazel. Ethnicity: White. Clothing: Lady’s pink bathrobe, untied. Cause for suspicion: At crime scene upon arrival, expressed no remorse, implausible explanation of cause of death.
“And sometimes, they say, that Halloween night is the one night of the year where all of the ghouls, ghosts, and goblins may return from the Otherworld, and walk amongst ours again.” Jackson was just finishing a ghost story he was telling to his grandchildren and their friends on Halloween at their preschool.
“Why do they come back, Grandpa?” his grandson asked.
“Who knows?” Jackson was making his voice go up and down, up and down, to give an eerie affect to the story. “Maybe.” He took a long pause. Faces painted to look like fairies, vampires, and an assortment of animals all stared eagerly at Jackson, awaiting the grand finale of the story. “Maybe, they’re looking for YOU!” The children screamed, and Jackson roared with laughter slapping his inner thigh. A bell rang, and the children hollered with joy. On this day, it was time to go trick-or-treat.
As the kids dispersed the room with their moms and dads, Jackson spoke with their teacher. “Oh thank you so much for letting me visit today, sweetie.” He kissed the top of her head.
“Dad, the kids love you. They love your stories. And clearly the rest of the little ones do.”
“Yeah. They don’t know it, but their going through their most precious moments. I’m just so happy to be a part of it all. Thank you. You know I’m not like my brother, and I never was.”
“Dad, I know you’re not.”
“But they don’t. There are still some people with grudges you know.”
“Fuck ‘em.”
“Watch your language! There are children in the room.”
“Sleeping children. And believe you me, those kids go through worse than the F word at home. I know because they come in here singing obscenities like cunt, pussy, and bitch.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Jackson sighed, hurt knowing that at least half of the children he just shared a happy moment with were on their way home to be abused in one way or another. Some of them may already be being abused in their parents’ cars. “Why is the world so evil?”
“Dad, don’t ask me. Aren’t you supposed to be older and wiser, and teaching me these things?”
“It’s just tonight.”
“What about tonight? Nothing significant ever happened.”
“Nothing.”
“No, what?”
“Nothing. I’d best be getting home. You know I don’t want to miss those early birds.”
"Whatever you say dad. I'll be over tonight with the kids. Don't do anything too scary, okay?"
Jackson was already on his way out the door. "Oh yeah, sure. Nothing scary." Jackson smiled mischievously.
Confused and rolling her eyes, Miss Mindy cleaned the classroom and prepared to go home. She needed to get her own children ready for trick-or-treating. Because she was a teacher, however, they were never the early birds that Jackson had to rush off to.
Why I love coffee shops
Life wasn’t exciting, but then I realized, it didn’t need to be. I was never meant to be content with excitement. I was never supposed to be overly enthusiastic or energetic. Looking at life now, through these new eyes, I can see that I was never more than discontent always trying to be the most fun and happy person in every group of people I was associated with.
Somehow I built up this reputation as being the friend who always knew of “cool” things to do. I was a riot. Turned out, though, that I wouldn’t contently live up to this reputation. Whoever this hyper, enthusiastic person was that I portrayed, wasn’t me. I have no idea who she is, but I am relieved to say that she is gone now. And I don’t think she’s coming back. Possibly bursts of her will arise, but not as often, or in the way I tried to force them to before.
No life wasn’t exciting like the person I was pretending to be because of this label that had been thrust upon me. And it was because of this reputation and label that I was lost in trying to make life exciting and fun for everyone, when deep down I didn’t know how to do that. It was this constant battle of trying to make myself happy by trying to make others happy by doing things that didn’t actually make me happy.
But here I am now, giving up on all that I tried to do before, sitting in a place that all my friends and family (or so it seems) would not find to be particularly fun. Well, the truth is it’s not “fun,” it’s enjoyable. Pleasant. And sweet. The aura of this room is a rich autumn amber or perhaps a deep plum purple. Everyone sits in small pairs or singly at tables and a sofa. The rain patters the windows as it pours outside, but no one complains of the “bad” weather. They all seem wholeheartedly content with it. However I must acknowledge that this belief about the weather may stem from my own passionate love of the rain.
Not only is this place, Mstreet, great, but so is this rainy time of year. Things just become orderly and cozy. People give out free compliments, and no one is overly concerned with acquiring a bikini body.
So this is it: I am not exciting. I am relaxed. I am not enthusiastic; I am calm. I am not the life of the party; I am the girl on the side seeking out intellect. I am not the singer; I write the songs. I am not the model in the magazine; I take the picture. I am not the rock star on stage; I am the author of the book. I am not at the metal show; I am at the coffee shop down the street listening to indie, folk, and punk performers. I am not dressed in miniskirts; I have a loose faded T-shirt. I don’t drink shots of espresso; I sit and enjoy my tea. I don’t go through the McDonald’s drive-thru; I sit in coffee shops eating bagels. I don’t do my hair; I keep it short and wear hats. I don’t take an hour or more to get ready; I take twenty minutes. I am not the beautiful girl buying diamonds; I’m the girl selling them to her for minimum wage. I don’t drive a convertible; I prefer hybrids and beach cruisers. I am not the girl with caked on make-up; I am the artist who put it there. I am not the girl who smokes pot to escape; I’m the one who sits in the rain. I don’t eat at Islands; I eat at Aroma Café. I am not at the loud parties; I’m making smores at a bonfire.
I am none of those things, and I am all of the other. I would rather sit in a bookstore for ten hours, over going dancing in a Hollywood club any day of the week.
Somehow I built up this reputation as being the friend who always knew of “cool” things to do. I was a riot. Turned out, though, that I wouldn’t contently live up to this reputation. Whoever this hyper, enthusiastic person was that I portrayed, wasn’t me. I have no idea who she is, but I am relieved to say that she is gone now. And I don’t think she’s coming back. Possibly bursts of her will arise, but not as often, or in the way I tried to force them to before.
No life wasn’t exciting like the person I was pretending to be because of this label that had been thrust upon me. And it was because of this reputation and label that I was lost in trying to make life exciting and fun for everyone, when deep down I didn’t know how to do that. It was this constant battle of trying to make myself happy by trying to make others happy by doing things that didn’t actually make me happy.
But here I am now, giving up on all that I tried to do before, sitting in a place that all my friends and family (or so it seems) would not find to be particularly fun. Well, the truth is it’s not “fun,” it’s enjoyable. Pleasant. And sweet. The aura of this room is a rich autumn amber or perhaps a deep plum purple. Everyone sits in small pairs or singly at tables and a sofa. The rain patters the windows as it pours outside, but no one complains of the “bad” weather. They all seem wholeheartedly content with it. However I must acknowledge that this belief about the weather may stem from my own passionate love of the rain.
Not only is this place, Mstreet, great, but so is this rainy time of year. Things just become orderly and cozy. People give out free compliments, and no one is overly concerned with acquiring a bikini body.
So this is it: I am not exciting. I am relaxed. I am not enthusiastic; I am calm. I am not the life of the party; I am the girl on the side seeking out intellect. I am not the singer; I write the songs. I am not the model in the magazine; I take the picture. I am not the rock star on stage; I am the author of the book. I am not at the metal show; I am at the coffee shop down the street listening to indie, folk, and punk performers. I am not dressed in miniskirts; I have a loose faded T-shirt. I don’t drink shots of espresso; I sit and enjoy my tea. I don’t go through the McDonald’s drive-thru; I sit in coffee shops eating bagels. I don’t do my hair; I keep it short and wear hats. I don’t take an hour or more to get ready; I take twenty minutes. I am not the beautiful girl buying diamonds; I’m the girl selling them to her for minimum wage. I don’t drive a convertible; I prefer hybrids and beach cruisers. I am not the girl with caked on make-up; I am the artist who put it there. I am not the girl who smokes pot to escape; I’m the one who sits in the rain. I don’t eat at Islands; I eat at Aroma Café. I am not at the loud parties; I’m making smores at a bonfire.
I am none of those things, and I am all of the other. I would rather sit in a bookstore for ten hours, over going dancing in a Hollywood club any day of the week.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Day 11 and on.
Anna was emitted into a mental facility for an unpredicted time span of a long-term stay. She stayed there, sharing a bunk with another patient who was stricken with silence. Her parents visited frequently, but were never able to get their traumatized daughter to utter a single syllable. Broken and hopeless, her parents ceased visiting within the first year. Anna lived on in solitude, never speaking to nurses, relatives, friends, or even her only companion: her silent roommate. She frequented suicide attempts, none of which were successful. The cruel hospital would not allow Anna her own death, the one thing that could possibly give her back her happiness.
Days 8,9, and 10.
The pattern from the seventh day repeated for the next three days. Anna’s mental state remained unchanged. The psychiatrist, her parents, and the rest of her loved ones lost all hope that her mind would stabilize. The only life expressed from Anna was her frequent attempts to kill herself in various ways. She tried slitting her wrists with scissors, she ran to jump from the window, and tried smashing her head into walls. Each attempt was prevented by physical restraint and sedation.
Day 7.
A psychiatrist was sitting at her bedside the following morning ready with an infinite list of questions. Anna never answered any question with anything more than silence. After hours of failure with Anna, the psychiatrist left, and Anna’s parents entered. They failed as well to get Anna to speak, but remained with her until midnight, when visiting hours were over.
Day 6.
Anna was holding Julien’s body in her sleep at 3 A.M. the next morning when the police found the three bodies: two dead, one live. Unsure of Anna’s state, the officers did not remove her from Julien when they awoke her. They merely nudged her awake. Anna looked around the dark field in a daze, and then looked down at the cold dead corpse she was still clenching. Tears slithered silently down her cheeks and nose. As she cried, the officers tried helping her to her feet. Her body was limp, but her arms remained firmly and tightly grasped around Julien. The officers, pitying her, did not wish to use force to remove Anna, but eventually too much time had passed, and the body needed to be taken to autopsy. They gripped her arms and pried her off of her beloved companion semi-violently. She kicked and screamed all the way to the ambulance, where she was tied down to a stretcher for her own safety and the safety of those working with her. As the doors of the ambulance closed, Anna saw Ashley’s destroyed head being zipped into a body bag.
The trip to the hospital felt longer than the time she spent with the dead Julien. She begged to see him, but all of her requests were refused. The paramedics tried to explain to her that she would be allowed to view Julien with the rest of his loved ones at his funeral. The word funeral made Anna cry like a demon from Hell. Despite the paramedics’ best efforts, Anna was inconsolable.
Anna spent the remainder of the sixth day in a hospital bed trying to kill herself. More than once nurses held her down to sedate her. As she fell asleep from the drugs injected into her body, she cried and screamed to see Julien. She repeated this cycle all through the day and night.
The trip to the hospital felt longer than the time she spent with the dead Julien. She begged to see him, but all of her requests were refused. The paramedics tried to explain to her that she would be allowed to view Julien with the rest of his loved ones at his funeral. The word funeral made Anna cry like a demon from Hell. Despite the paramedics’ best efforts, Anna was inconsolable.
Anna spent the remainder of the sixth day in a hospital bed trying to kill herself. More than once nurses held her down to sedate her. As she fell asleep from the drugs injected into her body, she cried and screamed to see Julien. She repeated this cycle all through the day and night.
Day 5: Sunrise
Ashley’s prediction was correct; she found the couple driving a few miles down the highway at speed limit. They thought they were safe. Ashley snickered. From the rearview mirror, the couple could see that their fate was beginning to be stripped away from their hands again. Ashley was taking more and more control; she was playing God: a ruthless one at that.
A light flickered on Julien and Anna’s dashboard. Their eyes met, Anna’s dripping with tears.
“We can’t pull over,” Julien said.
“We will need to soon,” Anna replied.
“There isn’t even a place for the next few miles.”
“How many miles do we have?”
“We’re below E.”
“What kind of shitty, fucking car’s gas light doesn’t come on until you’re below the E mark?”
“This kind of shitty fucking car.”
They drove on, praying for an open and lit gas station to appear on the sides of the highway. Nothing was to be found. On either side there was overgrown grass, dead bushes, dirt, and darkness. No other cars, not even semi trucks, had passed them for miles. The sights were bleak, even the ones that were not yet seen. Suddenly, a sputtering noise came from the car. The wheels rolled slower, slower, slower, stopped.
The couple was halted in the middle of the road. They were of no obstruction to any other cars, considering there was but only one other car driving this highway at sunrise on this morning, and that particular one didn’t mind at all. Ashley threw the door of her car open, and menacingly approached the stalled car in front of her.
Julien and Anna bolted from their doors; desperately trying to escape what they thought was going to be the wrath of Ashley’s ax.
They ran down the road, and soon ventured into the dirt and brush on the side of the highway. There were no real hiding places; all they could do was run and pray they stumbled across something great. Eventually all they found was taller grass and bushes, which were just barely able to conceal both of their bodies.
During their run through the emptiness, Ashley had been close behind. Once they’d found their way into the larger shrubbery, they had been harder to trace. However she knew they were not far. In the center of the tall grass, she stood motionless, listening for any movement or breathing. A lizard crawled out from some dead leaves, and she fired off a shot in its direction.
“She has a gun!” Julien exclaimed in a whisper to Anna.
She replied with tears. The couple held each other close, silently sobbing in the dirt. They kissed a number of times and mouthed out the words “I love you” and “I love you too.” Ashley, as stealthily as possible, continued to explore the field. From behind her, she heard the shrill of a woman’s sob.
A second bullet was fired from her stolen gun. This one reached its target. Ashley heard a scream and a body slump into the bush that the scream came from. Anna’s dead. Ashley nearly flew to the bush that the bullet pierced. Upon her our-of-breath arrival she hovered over Anna with a gun, which, to her surprise, was still alive.
Julien lie bleeding in Anna’s lap, groaning with pain. Anna talked him lovingly in Ashley’s presence, unaware that the gun was raised at point blank distance from her skull.
“We’ll get you help baby. Help will come. I love you. It’s going to be okay. Seattle is not much farther away.” Julien groaned after a few of Anna’s consoling statements. His eyes began to roll back into his head as he clenched at the hole in his rib cage that was pouring blood.
In disbelief that Ashley had shot the man, the lover, she had sought after all this time, she had not yet fired any rounds into Anna’s brain. She stared blankly at the dying man, whom she’d longed for since their first meeting.
“Be strong baby. We’ll make it out of this. Nothing ever breaks us.” Ashley proceeded in consoling her beloved, but quickly realized that her hopeful phrases were unrealistic. So she began to ease Julien to his death. “The pain will be over soon. This nightmare is going to end, and you’re gonna wake up from this with no pain, no suffering, and all the care and love you can imagine.” Anna didn’t know where Julien was going to wake up in his afterlife, or even if you do, but it felt like the right thing to say, so she repeated the gentle phrases again and again. Julien raised his head, his chest heaving and began to speak broken words and syllables.
“I-I-I......I’ll ne-ne…have you…a-gain. I…can’t leave…you. I-I love…you.”
Tears fell from Anna’s eyes onto Julien’s face. “I’ll always love you. You will have me again.” She kissed him to his death.
Ashley still lingered over Anna’s head. Anna never looked up. She screamed and sobbed loud enough to make all of the animals in the fields scatter.
Hesitant and shaking, Ashley cocked the gun. Anna jumped at the sound, but remained huddled over Julien, clenching his lifeless body. “I’ll be with you sooner than you think,” she whispered into his dead ear.
A shot was fired. A body fell dead. Ashley’s head was pierced with a single bullet.
“NO!” Anna shrieked with outrage.
She stumbled to Ashley’s still corpse. “You were supposed to kill me. You were supposed to kill me goddammit! No. NO!” Anna crawled back to her dead love, and cried harder than she knew she could, until she ran out of tears to cry.
A light flickered on Julien and Anna’s dashboard. Their eyes met, Anna’s dripping with tears.
“We can’t pull over,” Julien said.
“We will need to soon,” Anna replied.
“There isn’t even a place for the next few miles.”
“How many miles do we have?”
“We’re below E.”
“What kind of shitty, fucking car’s gas light doesn’t come on until you’re below the E mark?”
“This kind of shitty fucking car.”
They drove on, praying for an open and lit gas station to appear on the sides of the highway. Nothing was to be found. On either side there was overgrown grass, dead bushes, dirt, and darkness. No other cars, not even semi trucks, had passed them for miles. The sights were bleak, even the ones that were not yet seen. Suddenly, a sputtering noise came from the car. The wheels rolled slower, slower, slower, stopped.
The couple was halted in the middle of the road. They were of no obstruction to any other cars, considering there was but only one other car driving this highway at sunrise on this morning, and that particular one didn’t mind at all. Ashley threw the door of her car open, and menacingly approached the stalled car in front of her.
Julien and Anna bolted from their doors; desperately trying to escape what they thought was going to be the wrath of Ashley’s ax.
They ran down the road, and soon ventured into the dirt and brush on the side of the highway. There were no real hiding places; all they could do was run and pray they stumbled across something great. Eventually all they found was taller grass and bushes, which were just barely able to conceal both of their bodies.
During their run through the emptiness, Ashley had been close behind. Once they’d found their way into the larger shrubbery, they had been harder to trace. However she knew they were not far. In the center of the tall grass, she stood motionless, listening for any movement or breathing. A lizard crawled out from some dead leaves, and she fired off a shot in its direction.
“She has a gun!” Julien exclaimed in a whisper to Anna.
She replied with tears. The couple held each other close, silently sobbing in the dirt. They kissed a number of times and mouthed out the words “I love you” and “I love you too.” Ashley, as stealthily as possible, continued to explore the field. From behind her, she heard the shrill of a woman’s sob.
A second bullet was fired from her stolen gun. This one reached its target. Ashley heard a scream and a body slump into the bush that the scream came from. Anna’s dead. Ashley nearly flew to the bush that the bullet pierced. Upon her our-of-breath arrival she hovered over Anna with a gun, which, to her surprise, was still alive.
Julien lie bleeding in Anna’s lap, groaning with pain. Anna talked him lovingly in Ashley’s presence, unaware that the gun was raised at point blank distance from her skull.
“We’ll get you help baby. Help will come. I love you. It’s going to be okay. Seattle is not much farther away.” Julien groaned after a few of Anna’s consoling statements. His eyes began to roll back into his head as he clenched at the hole in his rib cage that was pouring blood.
In disbelief that Ashley had shot the man, the lover, she had sought after all this time, she had not yet fired any rounds into Anna’s brain. She stared blankly at the dying man, whom she’d longed for since their first meeting.
“Be strong baby. We’ll make it out of this. Nothing ever breaks us.” Ashley proceeded in consoling her beloved, but quickly realized that her hopeful phrases were unrealistic. So she began to ease Julien to his death. “The pain will be over soon. This nightmare is going to end, and you’re gonna wake up from this with no pain, no suffering, and all the care and love you can imagine.” Anna didn’t know where Julien was going to wake up in his afterlife, or even if you do, but it felt like the right thing to say, so she repeated the gentle phrases again and again. Julien raised his head, his chest heaving and began to speak broken words and syllables.
“I-I-I......I’ll ne-ne…have you…a-gain. I…can’t leave…you. I-I love…you.”
Tears fell from Anna’s eyes onto Julien’s face. “I’ll always love you. You will have me again.” She kissed him to his death.
Ashley still lingered over Anna’s head. Anna never looked up. She screamed and sobbed loud enough to make all of the animals in the fields scatter.
Hesitant and shaking, Ashley cocked the gun. Anna jumped at the sound, but remained huddled over Julien, clenching his lifeless body. “I’ll be with you sooner than you think,” she whispered into his dead ear.
A shot was fired. A body fell dead. Ashley’s head was pierced with a single bullet.
“NO!” Anna shrieked with outrage.
She stumbled to Ashley’s still corpse. “You were supposed to kill me. You were supposed to kill me goddammit! No. NO!” Anna crawled back to her dead love, and cried harder than she knew she could, until she ran out of tears to cry.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Day 5: Morning.
It was precisely midnight when Ashley left her car. She loitered outside of the motel room’s door listening for any movement coming from within. It’s too easy. She didn’t like the idea of Anna not putting up a struggle. I want the bitch to scream. I want her to beg. She made her way to the side of the motel where the garbage cans were kept. Quietly at first she rolled the lightest one to the walkway in front of Julien and Anna’s room. As she approached the door, she ran with it, and flung it into their door.
A light turned on inside.
“What the fuck?” Anna asked rhetorically.
“Don’t open it. It’s her. You know it’s her,” Julien pleaded.
“Babe, just shut up. You’re being so fucking irrational. No one’s out there except maybe a drunk or a bum, or a combination of the two.”
“Then why bother checking if you’re so goddamn certain it isn’t her?”
“Because it sounded like someone could have gotten hurt. Just stay in bed and I’ll handle it.”
Ashley, next to the door during the couple’s meager argument, laughed at Anna’s common sense. She’s even dumber than me, she concluded.
Julien jumped up from bed, and blocked the door with his body.
“Move,” Anna was pissed with her fiancé now and was making demands of him. “Do you really have to choose now to piss me off? It’s fucking midnight and I want to just go back to bed.”
“Then go back to bed and leave her out there. She just wants us to unlock the door so she can fucking get in without effort. She’s a lazy murderer.”
“Just fucking stop it!” Anna was screaming now. “Someone is probably hurt out there. Or an animal is. Either way, I just want to help whatever the fuck it is if I can. Get out of the way!”
“No.”
At this point Ashley had realized that Julien would sleep standing against that door to protect his beloved. Ashley understood that the door was never going to open willingly; there was only one thing she could do now. She ran back to her shitty car and retrieved the ax. With a running start from the car, she slung the ax into the door, and miraculously missed Julien’s head. She hacked away at the door, pleasured by the couple’s fear.
“I fucking told you she was here!” Julien screamed.
“Now’s a bad fucking time to say ‘I told you so,’” Anna bluntly replied.
Frozen, the couple stared at the door. The only movement coming from their bodies was from the sweat and tears dripping down each of their faces. They slowly slid to the floor backed against a wall, unaware that they were doing so. The two looked at each other, Julien grabbing Anna’s hand and crawled with her into the bathroom. They hid inside the locked bathroom until the blows against the main door subsided, and they heard footsteps enter the now destroyed motel room. Even though the couple knew that Ashley was aware exactly where they must be hiding, they found it necessary to remain in utter silence anyway.
“So should I count to ten? Is this like hide and seek?” The couple listened to Ashley’s sarcasm through the walls of the bathroom. Ashley began to count menacingly.
“One.”
She won’t go through with it, Anna denied to herself.
“Two.”
We’re gonna fucking die in here, Julien panicked.
“Three.”
Okay she will, Anna now admitted.
“Four.”
We’re really gonna fucking die in here. This was all Julien could think.
“Five.”
Oh merciful God, please send her away or strike her down, or fucking something, Anna prayed to the god she never believed existed before.
“Six.”
Julien rocked back and forth, his mind was numb, and his body dysfunctional.
“Seven.”
Please fucking listen to me God. Now’s a good time to show you exist. Anna was reverting to her old ways already, and stopped believing in God again.
“Eight.”
Julien continued rocking with his legs pulled to his chest.
“Nine.”
Okay fuck you God. I was right about you. You don’t fucking exist. She still had a shred of hope there was a god to protect her now, but then quickly realized again that there wasn’t, and became illogically angry with something that was a feeble creation of man’s imagination.
“Ten.”
The ax broke through the bathroom door. There was no time for thinking or rocking, just shrill, icy screams: one of a man, and one of a woman.
Meanwhile, a family of three in a room two doors down had previously called the manager to complain of a noise disturbance. However, the good-for-nothing manager took no action. At the sound of the screams, the father in the family once again called to complain, knowing once again the noise would not actually be taken care of.
“Look it sounds more serious now than just noise. Can you at least check the rooms, or outside at least to make sure your guests are all in check?” the man told the front desk.
“Sorry sir, but we do not provide catering service to our guests. Privacy is our policy.” The girl at the front desk hung up the phone.
So after making the complaint call to the motel desk, he called the police to report a domestic disturbance. After explaining what could be heard from the family’s room an officer replied, “We’re on our way.”
Relieved the couple and their young son attempted sleeping again. The mother and boy were successful, although the father was not.
Back in the room, Ashley slugged at the bathroom door with the ax. The couple was desperately trying to squeeze out of a barred up window. Time passed slowly, partly because of the intensity of the situation, and partly because Ashley was not strong enough knock down the door quickly even with an ax in her grasp.
The door was finally demolished enough for Ashley to slip in. She told Julien not to worry, that he was safe in her care. “I love you baby. I wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you. I wouldn’t remove once hair on your head.”
Julien placed himself directly between the women in defense of Anna. Ashley roared with laughter.
“Honey, if I have to hurt you then I will. I just don’t want to.” Ashley explained to Julien.
He swallowed the saliva in his throat, and closed his eyes. Ashley held a staring contest with Julien’s closed lids for what seemed like hours.
The father of the family also residing at the motel waited up for the police. He felt they were taking to long to arrive, and finally set out to discover what mischief was taking place for himself. He immediately found the broken down door two rooms away from his. Out of sheer curiosity, he silently peeked inside. No blood or people directly in sight, but another broken down door to the bathroom. Through bravery and stupidity, he set foot into the room. He overheard a one-sided conversation between Ashley and the couple.
“You know you really are screwed,” Ashley said. “I mean I am sparing you for the time being. But, I mean, that’s just the time being. Who knows? Could be minutes, hell could be hours until I decide to end all this shit. But I will tell you this. You don’t have until…” Ashley’s sentenced trailed off. Something taking place in the main room drew her attention.
Despite how quietly the father had initially slipped into the room, Ashley was able to hear him crunch a board in the first doorway. She smirked at the couple, and turned towards the noise of the now ever more broken piece of wood.
The father saw Ashley step out from the bathroom, the ax still in her hand. “I won’t…” His sentence ended there. Before he could get another word out Ashley had flung her weapon across the short distance of the room, and into his head. Blood splattered on the walls and bed. The area of floor which he’d been standing was now soaked in fresh pools of blood. Ashley walked towards the lifeless body to remove her weapon, which happened to be the only one she brought into the room with her.
Julien seized the opportunity. With a piece of broken wood he struck her over the side of her face, knocking her to the ground. Anna burst out of the bathroom with lamp from inside of it, which had been sitting on the counter, and added to her fiancé’s blows. When she was distraught enough, Julien yanked Anna be the arm, which was still mildly sore from her depo shot, and raced out to their car.
Ashley, finding the strength to get up from her beating, ripped the ax from the dead man’s head and followed the couple. First, she attempted to catch them while they were getting to their car, but as she approached, they’d safely made it inside. While running back to her black sedan, the couple ignited the engine and sped away. As they were leaving, police were just appearing at the crime scene that was still taking place. Hearing the sirens, Ashley found a hiding place. The cops quickly headed for the room with the busted door. Upon approaching the door, they instantly found the body of the father and called for an ambulance and back up.
Ashley was hidden in the bed of a pick-up truck when the cops had entered the room. After taking a peak, and seeing that the officers were within the walls of the murder site, she slid out the side of the bed of the truck. Ax still in hand, she took place directly next to the doorway and waited for the police to emerge. As one did, she slung the ax into his throat. The other rushed to aid him, and she repeated the same action.
With the officers’ guns now, Ashley got into her car, and went off to find Julien and Anna once again. Concluding not many cars were on the road so late at night, finding them would be easy.
Back at the crime scene, the EMT’s and back up officers found three victims dead upon arrival. Victim one: Officer J. Randall. Ethnicity: white. Age: 25. Weight: 165 lbs. Height: 5’10”. Eyes: blue. Hair: dark brown. Victim two: Officer R. L. Williams. Ethnicity: black. Age: 29. Weight: 190 lbs. Height: 6’0”. Eyes: brown. Hair: black. Victim three: Kyle Reynolds. Ethnicity: white. Age: 36. Weight: 170 lbs. Height: 5’9”. Eyes: blue. Hair: blonde.
A light turned on inside.
“What the fuck?” Anna asked rhetorically.
“Don’t open it. It’s her. You know it’s her,” Julien pleaded.
“Babe, just shut up. You’re being so fucking irrational. No one’s out there except maybe a drunk or a bum, or a combination of the two.”
“Then why bother checking if you’re so goddamn certain it isn’t her?”
“Because it sounded like someone could have gotten hurt. Just stay in bed and I’ll handle it.”
Ashley, next to the door during the couple’s meager argument, laughed at Anna’s common sense. She’s even dumber than me, she concluded.
Julien jumped up from bed, and blocked the door with his body.
“Move,” Anna was pissed with her fiancé now and was making demands of him. “Do you really have to choose now to piss me off? It’s fucking midnight and I want to just go back to bed.”
“Then go back to bed and leave her out there. She just wants us to unlock the door so she can fucking get in without effort. She’s a lazy murderer.”
“Just fucking stop it!” Anna was screaming now. “Someone is probably hurt out there. Or an animal is. Either way, I just want to help whatever the fuck it is if I can. Get out of the way!”
“No.”
At this point Ashley had realized that Julien would sleep standing against that door to protect his beloved. Ashley understood that the door was never going to open willingly; there was only one thing she could do now. She ran back to her shitty car and retrieved the ax. With a running start from the car, she slung the ax into the door, and miraculously missed Julien’s head. She hacked away at the door, pleasured by the couple’s fear.
“I fucking told you she was here!” Julien screamed.
“Now’s a bad fucking time to say ‘I told you so,’” Anna bluntly replied.
Frozen, the couple stared at the door. The only movement coming from their bodies was from the sweat and tears dripping down each of their faces. They slowly slid to the floor backed against a wall, unaware that they were doing so. The two looked at each other, Julien grabbing Anna’s hand and crawled with her into the bathroom. They hid inside the locked bathroom until the blows against the main door subsided, and they heard footsteps enter the now destroyed motel room. Even though the couple knew that Ashley was aware exactly where they must be hiding, they found it necessary to remain in utter silence anyway.
“So should I count to ten? Is this like hide and seek?” The couple listened to Ashley’s sarcasm through the walls of the bathroom. Ashley began to count menacingly.
“One.”
She won’t go through with it, Anna denied to herself.
“Two.”
We’re gonna fucking die in here, Julien panicked.
“Three.”
Okay she will, Anna now admitted.
“Four.”
We’re really gonna fucking die in here. This was all Julien could think.
“Five.”
Oh merciful God, please send her away or strike her down, or fucking something, Anna prayed to the god she never believed existed before.
“Six.”
Julien rocked back and forth, his mind was numb, and his body dysfunctional.
“Seven.”
Please fucking listen to me God. Now’s a good time to show you exist. Anna was reverting to her old ways already, and stopped believing in God again.
“Eight.”
Julien continued rocking with his legs pulled to his chest.
“Nine.”
Okay fuck you God. I was right about you. You don’t fucking exist. She still had a shred of hope there was a god to protect her now, but then quickly realized again that there wasn’t, and became illogically angry with something that was a feeble creation of man’s imagination.
“Ten.”
The ax broke through the bathroom door. There was no time for thinking or rocking, just shrill, icy screams: one of a man, and one of a woman.
Meanwhile, a family of three in a room two doors down had previously called the manager to complain of a noise disturbance. However, the good-for-nothing manager took no action. At the sound of the screams, the father in the family once again called to complain, knowing once again the noise would not actually be taken care of.
“Look it sounds more serious now than just noise. Can you at least check the rooms, or outside at least to make sure your guests are all in check?” the man told the front desk.
“Sorry sir, but we do not provide catering service to our guests. Privacy is our policy.” The girl at the front desk hung up the phone.
So after making the complaint call to the motel desk, he called the police to report a domestic disturbance. After explaining what could be heard from the family’s room an officer replied, “We’re on our way.”
Relieved the couple and their young son attempted sleeping again. The mother and boy were successful, although the father was not.
Back in the room, Ashley slugged at the bathroom door with the ax. The couple was desperately trying to squeeze out of a barred up window. Time passed slowly, partly because of the intensity of the situation, and partly because Ashley was not strong enough knock down the door quickly even with an ax in her grasp.
The door was finally demolished enough for Ashley to slip in. She told Julien not to worry, that he was safe in her care. “I love you baby. I wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you. I wouldn’t remove once hair on your head.”
Julien placed himself directly between the women in defense of Anna. Ashley roared with laughter.
“Honey, if I have to hurt you then I will. I just don’t want to.” Ashley explained to Julien.
He swallowed the saliva in his throat, and closed his eyes. Ashley held a staring contest with Julien’s closed lids for what seemed like hours.
The father of the family also residing at the motel waited up for the police. He felt they were taking to long to arrive, and finally set out to discover what mischief was taking place for himself. He immediately found the broken down door two rooms away from his. Out of sheer curiosity, he silently peeked inside. No blood or people directly in sight, but another broken down door to the bathroom. Through bravery and stupidity, he set foot into the room. He overheard a one-sided conversation between Ashley and the couple.
“You know you really are screwed,” Ashley said. “I mean I am sparing you for the time being. But, I mean, that’s just the time being. Who knows? Could be minutes, hell could be hours until I decide to end all this shit. But I will tell you this. You don’t have until…” Ashley’s sentenced trailed off. Something taking place in the main room drew her attention.
Despite how quietly the father had initially slipped into the room, Ashley was able to hear him crunch a board in the first doorway. She smirked at the couple, and turned towards the noise of the now ever more broken piece of wood.
The father saw Ashley step out from the bathroom, the ax still in her hand. “I won’t…” His sentence ended there. Before he could get another word out Ashley had flung her weapon across the short distance of the room, and into his head. Blood splattered on the walls and bed. The area of floor which he’d been standing was now soaked in fresh pools of blood. Ashley walked towards the lifeless body to remove her weapon, which happened to be the only one she brought into the room with her.
Julien seized the opportunity. With a piece of broken wood he struck her over the side of her face, knocking her to the ground. Anna burst out of the bathroom with lamp from inside of it, which had been sitting on the counter, and added to her fiancé’s blows. When she was distraught enough, Julien yanked Anna be the arm, which was still mildly sore from her depo shot, and raced out to their car.
Ashley, finding the strength to get up from her beating, ripped the ax from the dead man’s head and followed the couple. First, she attempted to catch them while they were getting to their car, but as she approached, they’d safely made it inside. While running back to her black sedan, the couple ignited the engine and sped away. As they were leaving, police were just appearing at the crime scene that was still taking place. Hearing the sirens, Ashley found a hiding place. The cops quickly headed for the room with the busted door. Upon approaching the door, they instantly found the body of the father and called for an ambulance and back up.
Ashley was hidden in the bed of a pick-up truck when the cops had entered the room. After taking a peak, and seeing that the officers were within the walls of the murder site, she slid out the side of the bed of the truck. Ax still in hand, she took place directly next to the doorway and waited for the police to emerge. As one did, she slung the ax into his throat. The other rushed to aid him, and she repeated the same action.
With the officers’ guns now, Ashley got into her car, and went off to find Julien and Anna once again. Concluding not many cars were on the road so late at night, finding them would be easy.
Back at the crime scene, the EMT’s and back up officers found three victims dead upon arrival. Victim one: Officer J. Randall. Ethnicity: white. Age: 25. Weight: 165 lbs. Height: 5’10”. Eyes: blue. Hair: dark brown. Victim two: Officer R. L. Williams. Ethnicity: black. Age: 29. Weight: 190 lbs. Height: 6’0”. Eyes: brown. Hair: black. Victim three: Kyle Reynolds. Ethnicity: white. Age: 36. Weight: 170 lbs. Height: 5’9”. Eyes: blue. Hair: blonde.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Day 4.
It was 6 AM. Julien and Anna hadn’t woken up yet, but Ashley was trudging through a hardware store in search of anything she might find useful in the near future. She slugged through the aisles, finding things both pointless and handy. Her final purchase consisted of one hammer, one drill gun, 3 packs of 4 inch nails, one hatchet, 3 saws of different sizes, two Hershey’s bars she found at the check out line, and several sharp and pointy objects she did not know the name of.
She tiredly made her way back to her car, the only one in the parking lot. She slowly drove back to the motel where Julien and Anna were currently residing. Their car was still in the parking lot when she arrived. Lazy bastards sleeping away. Selfish assholes don’t even know I’ve been up all night for them. She waited a few more hours until the couple finally emerged from the room. They routinely headed to any local diner they could find for breakfast. Ashley routinely followed.
She sat across the street eating a Hershey’s bar as she watched the couple share breakfast together, oblivious to Ashley’s existence only a few yards away. Ashley saw Anna leave the table. She stumbled across the street as quickly as her exhausted state would let her.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Julien turned towards the tapping on the window next to him, and his fear from the day before was confirmed. Ashley, dirty, deranged, and with a small hatchet at hand was hovering over him through the glass. He bolted for the women’s restroom.
“We’re fucked,” Julien said inside one of the stalls in the lady’s restroom.
Anna laughed.
“You don’t fucking understand. Look. Remember when I said I the roads were unsafe.”
Anna only nodded.
“Well they fucking are. I said that because I thought I’d seen someone. Someone I knew. Someone who destroyed my peacefulness back in Los Angeles. Someone I can’t stand. Someone who was more obsessive than I thought. She’s here Anna. She’s fucking here. And she’s get some little goddamned ax with her.”
“Who’s here?” Anna asked, clueless to what the fuck Julien was talking about.
“Are you fucking kidding? She followed us. That fucking whore followed us.”
Ashley? Anna only thought it, and nodded at Julien. She didn’t know what else to say to him. She didn’t even believe him. He cried for a few moments until Anna asked, “Ax?”
Julien burst into a sobbing fret. He wasn’t joking, but Anna assumed he was, but seeing his pain she said to him: “It’s not that big of a deal. Look I’m scared too, but I’m not going to shed a tear. I won’t even wince until she poses a real threat. All we have to do is lose her. It won’t be that hard. And once we’re in Seattle we will be OK. There are plenty of people there. It’s not like these hick towns. We don’t even need to worry. Worry won’t be on my face.” Anna said all of this sounding brave and fearless.
The couple remained hidden in the women’s bathroom stall for a while at Julien’s request until an old, bitchy waitress demanded they cut out the “hanky panky” and get the hell out. Julien terrified and Anna unaffected, they headed for their car. To Julien’s surprise, they didn’t see Ashley anywhere. He couldn’t come up with any other location she may be, but he found comfort in knowing that she was out of his sights.
“See. She’s no where to be found. This will be OK. Why don’t you let me drive?” Ashley said opening the driver’s side door. Julien reluctantly got into the passenger seat. They drove in silence.
“You don’t believe me,” Julien finally pouted.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you. Anything is possible, but this is just a little too far-fetched to be true,” Anna replied.
Julien replied to this with silence.
“Just try not to think about it. We’ve been driving for, what? Two hours? And still nothing. I haven’t seen a trace of her.”
“She looks different. She’s not all glamorous. She’s dirty and mangy looking.”
“Then how do you know the woman you saw was Ashley if she didn’t even look like Ashley?”
“IT WAS FUCKING ASHLEY!” Julien demanded.
Anna ended their discussion instantly, and continued heading for Seattle in silence. Eventually Julien fell asleep, and remained in dreamland until nightfall. He didn’t awake until he felt the car slow down as Anna pulled off the freeway.
“We can’t stop! She’ll catch us for sure we have to keep going,” Julien sleepily insisted.
To avoid the fight, Anna pulled back onto the freeway and continued driving in the darkness. Eventually, however, she was too tired to drive, and didn’t trust Julien to do so in his hectic state of mind. She once again exited the freeway when she found a lit town. Julien was furious, but still too tired to actually do anything about it. She forced him out of the car and into another motel for the remainder of the night. It was about 11:10 when the couple got to their room. Anna slept instantly, and Julien lied awake in bed exhausted and paranoid. There was no refreshing sex to speak of.
Ashley was as usual, parked outside of their motel room. It happens tomorrow. Sleep well Anna. You will be in for quite a day, but don’t worry. It will all just end in you sleeping much, much more. She watched the clock on the dashboard turn to 11:15. You have forty-five more minutes. She smirked, and watched the inactive room contently, chomping on the other Hershey’s bar.
She tiredly made her way back to her car, the only one in the parking lot. She slowly drove back to the motel where Julien and Anna were currently residing. Their car was still in the parking lot when she arrived. Lazy bastards sleeping away. Selfish assholes don’t even know I’ve been up all night for them. She waited a few more hours until the couple finally emerged from the room. They routinely headed to any local diner they could find for breakfast. Ashley routinely followed.
She sat across the street eating a Hershey’s bar as she watched the couple share breakfast together, oblivious to Ashley’s existence only a few yards away. Ashley saw Anna leave the table. She stumbled across the street as quickly as her exhausted state would let her.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Julien turned towards the tapping on the window next to him, and his fear from the day before was confirmed. Ashley, dirty, deranged, and with a small hatchet at hand was hovering over him through the glass. He bolted for the women’s restroom.
“We’re fucked,” Julien said inside one of the stalls in the lady’s restroom.
Anna laughed.
“You don’t fucking understand. Look. Remember when I said I the roads were unsafe.”
Anna only nodded.
“Well they fucking are. I said that because I thought I’d seen someone. Someone I knew. Someone who destroyed my peacefulness back in Los Angeles. Someone I can’t stand. Someone who was more obsessive than I thought. She’s here Anna. She’s fucking here. And she’s get some little goddamned ax with her.”
“Who’s here?” Anna asked, clueless to what the fuck Julien was talking about.
“Are you fucking kidding? She followed us. That fucking whore followed us.”
Ashley? Anna only thought it, and nodded at Julien. She didn’t know what else to say to him. She didn’t even believe him. He cried for a few moments until Anna asked, “Ax?”
Julien burst into a sobbing fret. He wasn’t joking, but Anna assumed he was, but seeing his pain she said to him: “It’s not that big of a deal. Look I’m scared too, but I’m not going to shed a tear. I won’t even wince until she poses a real threat. All we have to do is lose her. It won’t be that hard. And once we’re in Seattle we will be OK. There are plenty of people there. It’s not like these hick towns. We don’t even need to worry. Worry won’t be on my face.” Anna said all of this sounding brave and fearless.
The couple remained hidden in the women’s bathroom stall for a while at Julien’s request until an old, bitchy waitress demanded they cut out the “hanky panky” and get the hell out. Julien terrified and Anna unaffected, they headed for their car. To Julien’s surprise, they didn’t see Ashley anywhere. He couldn’t come up with any other location she may be, but he found comfort in knowing that she was out of his sights.
“See. She’s no where to be found. This will be OK. Why don’t you let me drive?” Ashley said opening the driver’s side door. Julien reluctantly got into the passenger seat. They drove in silence.
“You don’t believe me,” Julien finally pouted.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you. Anything is possible, but this is just a little too far-fetched to be true,” Anna replied.
Julien replied to this with silence.
“Just try not to think about it. We’ve been driving for, what? Two hours? And still nothing. I haven’t seen a trace of her.”
“She looks different. She’s not all glamorous. She’s dirty and mangy looking.”
“Then how do you know the woman you saw was Ashley if she didn’t even look like Ashley?”
“IT WAS FUCKING ASHLEY!” Julien demanded.
Anna ended their discussion instantly, and continued heading for Seattle in silence. Eventually Julien fell asleep, and remained in dreamland until nightfall. He didn’t awake until he felt the car slow down as Anna pulled off the freeway.
“We can’t stop! She’ll catch us for sure we have to keep going,” Julien sleepily insisted.
To avoid the fight, Anna pulled back onto the freeway and continued driving in the darkness. Eventually, however, she was too tired to drive, and didn’t trust Julien to do so in his hectic state of mind. She once again exited the freeway when she found a lit town. Julien was furious, but still too tired to actually do anything about it. She forced him out of the car and into another motel for the remainder of the night. It was about 11:10 when the couple got to their room. Anna slept instantly, and Julien lied awake in bed exhausted and paranoid. There was no refreshing sex to speak of.
Ashley was as usual, parked outside of their motel room. It happens tomorrow. Sleep well Anna. You will be in for quite a day, but don’t worry. It will all just end in you sleeping much, much more. She watched the clock on the dashboard turn to 11:15. You have forty-five more minutes. She smirked, and watched the inactive room contently, chomping on the other Hershey’s bar.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Day 3
Exhausted from puking the night before, Ashley awoke in her car to find that Anna and Julien had already left the motel. Shit. Ashley panicked. Shit. Shit. Shit! I’m such a fucking idiot. Fuck me! Oh fuck me, Julien. Goddammit! The couple could be anywhere. However, it was only about a quarter to ten, which made even a bimbo like Ashley realize they couldn’t have been far. She circled the block where the motel was located in hopes of finding the couple’s car parked somewhere outside of a restaurant or maybe a supermarket. The first block wasn’t a go, but the second one was. She found Anna and Julien’s car in a drugstore parking lot. Surely they were picking up munchies, and would be on the road again soon.
Ashley was precisely correct. Within minutes the couple appeared through the automatic doors, and jumped right back into their car. The couple, tired but also happy as usual, began the next day of their journey up north. But something on this day felt different to Julien. A certain “unsafeness” as he called it, was lingering amongst the two. Julien believed he saw something outside of the drugstore before their departure, but he deemed what he saw to be due to too much driving and not enough decent sleep.
“Unsafeness?” Anna questioned. “It’s merely a road, Julian. A road with no more than twelve cars on it.”
“It’s not a safe road. None of them are.” Despite the excuse he’d given himself back at the drugstore, Julien was unable to shake the uneasy feeling churning in his stomach. Anna shrugged, assuming Julien was paranoid from the eeriness that came with all of the empty small towns. She summed it up to too many horror movies, and then fell asleep staring at the lines on the road.
They drove until the day turned to night again, and repeated their motel routine. Find a spot not terribly dirty, pay for it, have vigorous sex to relieve the stress of the drive, and go to sleep. And of course from a not-so-hidden parking spot outside of the couple’s room, was Ashley watching and waiting, trying to hold down her vomit. She isn’t allowed to fuck my Julien. She isn’t allowed to moan in pleasure from him. She isn’t allowed to have him. She isn’t allowed. I won’t allow it. She collapsed on her steering wheel, tears dripping down her face, and plotted events for the following day.
Ashley was precisely correct. Within minutes the couple appeared through the automatic doors, and jumped right back into their car. The couple, tired but also happy as usual, began the next day of their journey up north. But something on this day felt different to Julien. A certain “unsafeness” as he called it, was lingering amongst the two. Julien believed he saw something outside of the drugstore before their departure, but he deemed what he saw to be due to too much driving and not enough decent sleep.
“Unsafeness?” Anna questioned. “It’s merely a road, Julian. A road with no more than twelve cars on it.”
“It’s not a safe road. None of them are.” Despite the excuse he’d given himself back at the drugstore, Julien was unable to shake the uneasy feeling churning in his stomach. Anna shrugged, assuming Julien was paranoid from the eeriness that came with all of the empty small towns. She summed it up to too many horror movies, and then fell asleep staring at the lines on the road.
They drove until the day turned to night again, and repeated their motel routine. Find a spot not terribly dirty, pay for it, have vigorous sex to relieve the stress of the drive, and go to sleep. And of course from a not-so-hidden parking spot outside of the couple’s room, was Ashley watching and waiting, trying to hold down her vomit. She isn’t allowed to fuck my Julien. She isn’t allowed to moan in pleasure from him. She isn’t allowed to have him. She isn’t allowed. I won’t allow it. She collapsed on her steering wheel, tears dripping down her face, and plotted events for the following day.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Day 2.
Before hitting the road, the couple went to a nearby diner for breakfast. Greasy and dirty, and nothing vegetarian friendly except the fresh fruit and toast. Even those options were a stretch. It wouldn’t have been surprising to find out that the fruit and toast came with bacon bits sprinkled on top of them. Either way, the two needed to eat, and settled for the greasy fruit and iceless water. Despite the unappealing meal that they were barely able to stomach, Julien and Anna managed to smile and laugh in the company of one another.
Ashley was parked across the street. She watched, as her heart crushed in upon itself within the pit of her chest. Tears filled her eyes; she longed to be Anna sitting across the table from Julien. She J-walked to the diner when no cars were passing to get a better view. She stayed near the end of the building, peering in through a dirty window at the couple and their baffling happiness. For a moment she considered turning back; just giving up all hope on her future relationship with Julien, and allowing the couple to live in peace. Yes that would have been the noble thing to do, but Ashley wasn’t exactly a noble person. Let’s just say she has more in common with the old lady throwing cats and screaming slurs of mumbo-jumbo, than she does with Dr. King.
Once her moment of humanity was over, she noticed that the couple had gotten up to pay the bill. Ashley waited hesitantly as Julien paid the cashier. The lovebirds headed to the exit door, at which point Ashley realized was only ten feet from where she was currently standing. Ashley raced for her car, stumbling over her stilettos, and unknowingly stepping off the curb in front of an eighteen wheeler to. The big-rig blared its horn at her, but she paid no mind to it, she couldn’t let them see her--at least not yet.
The obnoxious noise of the semi-truck’s horn startled Anna, and made her jump. Julien laughed.
“It isn’t funny,” Anna remarked.
“Oh it is. You will agree by the time we get to the car. I wonder what he was fussing about. I didn’t see anything in the road, and there’s no trace of anything now.”
It was true. Ashley managed to get her ass, which slightly hung out of her extreme low-rise jeans, into her car without the couple seeing. She panted heavily behind the steering wheel of her car, thanking God for the miracle he produced for her. Her chest was heaving, anxiety racing through her entire body. Her mind was spinning. What the hell am I thinking? she thought. If he sees me, will it ruin or save me. What if they already saw me? Oh my God there they go. Is he coming towards my car? He is! Wait. No. He went around the corner. He’s in the lot. He doesn’t know I’m here. Or does he? Oh God. I love him. Look at his dark shaggy hair. Oh I’ve never seen it down. But he’s just as gorgeous with it pulled back at work. Oh his body must be amazing beneath that old Ramones shirt. Ashley undressed Julien in her mind as he walked with his fiancé to their car. Imagining him on top of her, inside of her, in the car right where she was parked. She remained there, in fantasy, until she saw the couple pulling out of the parking lot of the diner.
As Julien was waiting for the road to clear to make his left, he took notice to the sights. Nothing special really: the diner to his right, the motel across and down the street to the left, a few other small buildings, and a beat up, shabby black sedan dead ahead that could only be seen between the passing cars. The sedan made him shudder, and he carried on down the road.
Ashley remained close behind, but never too close for fear of being sighted. At times she would speed up to be parallel to them across a few lanes, and gaze into the window. The usual sights within the couple’s car were laughter, lively conversation, a sleepy Anna, a content Julien, and all around joy. Gross, was all that passed through Ashley’s mind.
Both cars drove continuously until the sky glowed with a golden light. Julien and Anna once again stopped in the town that they were in when the sun began to set. They took about a half hour to found a cute little inn to unwind in for the night. The same routine took place as night one. Ashley angrily stared at their every move. She watched them exchange money for a key to a room on the first floor. Saw Anna flirt with Julien as they strolled down the pavement, and as he unlocked the door. Anna pulled him into the room provocatively by the belt line of his jeans, and he closed the door behind them. Once again the lights did not turn on for approximately forty-five minutes. Ashley bolted out of her car, and vomited in a nearby bush.
Ashley was parked across the street. She watched, as her heart crushed in upon itself within the pit of her chest. Tears filled her eyes; she longed to be Anna sitting across the table from Julien. She J-walked to the diner when no cars were passing to get a better view. She stayed near the end of the building, peering in through a dirty window at the couple and their baffling happiness. For a moment she considered turning back; just giving up all hope on her future relationship with Julien, and allowing the couple to live in peace. Yes that would have been the noble thing to do, but Ashley wasn’t exactly a noble person. Let’s just say she has more in common with the old lady throwing cats and screaming slurs of mumbo-jumbo, than she does with Dr. King.
Once her moment of humanity was over, she noticed that the couple had gotten up to pay the bill. Ashley waited hesitantly as Julien paid the cashier. The lovebirds headed to the exit door, at which point Ashley realized was only ten feet from where she was currently standing. Ashley raced for her car, stumbling over her stilettos, and unknowingly stepping off the curb in front of an eighteen wheeler to. The big-rig blared its horn at her, but she paid no mind to it, she couldn’t let them see her--at least not yet.
The obnoxious noise of the semi-truck’s horn startled Anna, and made her jump. Julien laughed.
“It isn’t funny,” Anna remarked.
“Oh it is. You will agree by the time we get to the car. I wonder what he was fussing about. I didn’t see anything in the road, and there’s no trace of anything now.”
It was true. Ashley managed to get her ass, which slightly hung out of her extreme low-rise jeans, into her car without the couple seeing. She panted heavily behind the steering wheel of her car, thanking God for the miracle he produced for her. Her chest was heaving, anxiety racing through her entire body. Her mind was spinning. What the hell am I thinking? she thought. If he sees me, will it ruin or save me. What if they already saw me? Oh my God there they go. Is he coming towards my car? He is! Wait. No. He went around the corner. He’s in the lot. He doesn’t know I’m here. Or does he? Oh God. I love him. Look at his dark shaggy hair. Oh I’ve never seen it down. But he’s just as gorgeous with it pulled back at work. Oh his body must be amazing beneath that old Ramones shirt. Ashley undressed Julien in her mind as he walked with his fiancé to their car. Imagining him on top of her, inside of her, in the car right where she was parked. She remained there, in fantasy, until she saw the couple pulling out of the parking lot of the diner.
As Julien was waiting for the road to clear to make his left, he took notice to the sights. Nothing special really: the diner to his right, the motel across and down the street to the left, a few other small buildings, and a beat up, shabby black sedan dead ahead that could only be seen between the passing cars. The sedan made him shudder, and he carried on down the road.
Ashley remained close behind, but never too close for fear of being sighted. At times she would speed up to be parallel to them across a few lanes, and gaze into the window. The usual sights within the couple’s car were laughter, lively conversation, a sleepy Anna, a content Julien, and all around joy. Gross, was all that passed through Ashley’s mind.
Both cars drove continuously until the sky glowed with a golden light. Julien and Anna once again stopped in the town that they were in when the sun began to set. They took about a half hour to found a cute little inn to unwind in for the night. The same routine took place as night one. Ashley angrily stared at their every move. She watched them exchange money for a key to a room on the first floor. Saw Anna flirt with Julien as they strolled down the pavement, and as he unlocked the door. Anna pulled him into the room provocatively by the belt line of his jeans, and he closed the door behind them. Once again the lights did not turn on for approximately forty-five minutes. Ashley bolted out of her car, and vomited in a nearby bush.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Day 1.
The morning they were set to leave, Anna stopped by her doctor’s office for one last visit. She was due for her depo injection that week, and would not be able to get it along the way. So with the car packed up to it’s full capacity, Julien waited in the parking lot for Anna to finish up with the nurse that was giving her the shot of birth control. Lucky for him, there was no wait. Their trip up north was barely halted at all.
Pulling out of the parking lot the only sights to be seen were several cars already racing the streets, a red light, one homeless man pushing a Ralph’s shopping cart, two shady looking guys behind a building, and a beat up black sedan in the review mirror. Despite what others may think, LA was not the place to be for Julien and Anna. At least not any more. Anna, a writer, could be anywhere and be perfectly successful. Julien, and accountant, wouldn’t have trouble finding work either. Yes, everything seemed to work out perfectly for the two. Everything was already going according to plan.
The light turned from red to green. Julien made his left, and headed for the freeway.
Anna had fallen asleep within the first forty-five minutes of driving, her arm sore at the injection site from earlier that morning. Julien, bored to tears in silence, nudged her awake.
“My arm!” was the first thing Anna announced as she woke up.
“Sorry babe. I forget that it gets sore afterwards,” he replied.
“It’s okay. Just didn’t expect it I guess. What’s up? How far did we get?”
“Hardly anywhere. We’re sittin’ in traffic. Can’t you see? I’m bored out of my damn mind. Just needed company.” He smiled at her, and she returned the gesture. They continued on in conversation about the shitty traffic, the stank of LA, and how much they couldn’t wait to escape from it all.
The couple remained in bumper to bumper traffic for a little over an hour. No car ever going more than ten or fifteen miles per hour. They both people-watched the others in the surrounding cars. Julien leaned his head on his hand, and noticed a woman waving in the car beside him. Ashley. He rolled down his window, gave her the finger, and rolled it back up. He figured there was no better way to bid a bitch farewell. Even a woman of Ashley’s oblivion understood what that hand signal meant. She frowned and faced forward without glancing back the couple’s way until their car managed to pass her up. Anna and Julien laughed hysterically for a few moments, and then just smiled contently.
“I’m kind of glad she was there. Last time I ever have to see her, and I am completely satisfied with our parting,” Julien said.
Anna nodded and grinned in agreement.
Ashley remained a few cars back until traffic let up. Once the speeds were high, Julien and Anna took no notice of what happened to Ashley’s car, a rugged-looking, black sedan. Their journey up was in good time now. They had conquered LA’s traffic at last. The city that was fading behind them had already become a distant memory.
Ashley furiously raced down the freeway. She continued north towards the office, but never actually stopped in for work. I never did anything wrong. I only like the man. Sure I like him a lot, like a lot a lot, but that’s no reason to disrespect me. I mean yeah, he always said to get out of his space, but I thought it was just a game. Is this a game? Yes, of course. It’s a game like all the other times. But can it really be a game, if he’s leaving? Maybe it will continue on cyberly. Yes, yes. Through the internet. He’s gonna keep up the morbid jokes through Facebook….But I don’t have his Facebook. So how? How? Anna pondered Julien’s middle finger action more and more until she finally said aloud, “He meant it.”
Ashley had still been on the same freeway as Julien and Anna. She knew their plans were to go to Seattle, and she knew the best way to get there was to continue on the same freeway she was currently speeding down. She hit the accelerator harder, and remained at speeds of eighty, ninety, and even a cool hundred until she caught up with the happy couple’s car.
From two lanes over, she peered into the passenger side window, and saw the couple singing along to their music and sharing laughs. How disgusting, she thought.
The sun was just beginning to set. Their idea was to spend the night in each town they were in when sunset came. They didn’t know the name of the town they were in, but it was fairly small. Anna described it as having a “home sweet home” kind of feel. They found a decent motel with a lit vacancy sign and headed in for the night. Their drive to Seattle was to begin bright and early the following morning.
Ashley watched the couple check in from her shabby little black car. She chose not to rent a room for herself, for she was afraid she would miss the couple leaving in the morning if she was not watching. Julien and Anna skipped gracefully to their room. Ashley watched Julien unlock the door, and, once opened, saw Anna push him fiercely and passionately into the darkness of the room. Nearly an hour passed until the lights turned on.
The jealous ex-worker knew what had been committed in the shadows of that motel room. It infuriated her. A few cups of coffee kept her awake all through the night, although her rage would have been plenty enough to keep her eyes from blinking. She watched intensely until several hours past sunrise, when the couple was off again.
Pulling out of the parking lot the only sights to be seen were several cars already racing the streets, a red light, one homeless man pushing a Ralph’s shopping cart, two shady looking guys behind a building, and a beat up black sedan in the review mirror. Despite what others may think, LA was not the place to be for Julien and Anna. At least not any more. Anna, a writer, could be anywhere and be perfectly successful. Julien, and accountant, wouldn’t have trouble finding work either. Yes, everything seemed to work out perfectly for the two. Everything was already going according to plan.
The light turned from red to green. Julien made his left, and headed for the freeway.
Anna had fallen asleep within the first forty-five minutes of driving, her arm sore at the injection site from earlier that morning. Julien, bored to tears in silence, nudged her awake.
“My arm!” was the first thing Anna announced as she woke up.
“Sorry babe. I forget that it gets sore afterwards,” he replied.
“It’s okay. Just didn’t expect it I guess. What’s up? How far did we get?”
“Hardly anywhere. We’re sittin’ in traffic. Can’t you see? I’m bored out of my damn mind. Just needed company.” He smiled at her, and she returned the gesture. They continued on in conversation about the shitty traffic, the stank of LA, and how much they couldn’t wait to escape from it all.
The couple remained in bumper to bumper traffic for a little over an hour. No car ever going more than ten or fifteen miles per hour. They both people-watched the others in the surrounding cars. Julien leaned his head on his hand, and noticed a woman waving in the car beside him. Ashley. He rolled down his window, gave her the finger, and rolled it back up. He figured there was no better way to bid a bitch farewell. Even a woman of Ashley’s oblivion understood what that hand signal meant. She frowned and faced forward without glancing back the couple’s way until their car managed to pass her up. Anna and Julien laughed hysterically for a few moments, and then just smiled contently.
“I’m kind of glad she was there. Last time I ever have to see her, and I am completely satisfied with our parting,” Julien said.
Anna nodded and grinned in agreement.
Ashley remained a few cars back until traffic let up. Once the speeds were high, Julien and Anna took no notice of what happened to Ashley’s car, a rugged-looking, black sedan. Their journey up was in good time now. They had conquered LA’s traffic at last. The city that was fading behind them had already become a distant memory.
Ashley furiously raced down the freeway. She continued north towards the office, but never actually stopped in for work. I never did anything wrong. I only like the man. Sure I like him a lot, like a lot a lot, but that’s no reason to disrespect me. I mean yeah, he always said to get out of his space, but I thought it was just a game. Is this a game? Yes, of course. It’s a game like all the other times. But can it really be a game, if he’s leaving? Maybe it will continue on cyberly. Yes, yes. Through the internet. He’s gonna keep up the morbid jokes through Facebook….But I don’t have his Facebook. So how? How? Anna pondered Julien’s middle finger action more and more until she finally said aloud, “He meant it.”
Ashley had still been on the same freeway as Julien and Anna. She knew their plans were to go to Seattle, and she knew the best way to get there was to continue on the same freeway she was currently speeding down. She hit the accelerator harder, and remained at speeds of eighty, ninety, and even a cool hundred until she caught up with the happy couple’s car.
From two lanes over, she peered into the passenger side window, and saw the couple singing along to their music and sharing laughs. How disgusting, she thought.
The sun was just beginning to set. Their idea was to spend the night in each town they were in when sunset came. They didn’t know the name of the town they were in, but it was fairly small. Anna described it as having a “home sweet home” kind of feel. They found a decent motel with a lit vacancy sign and headed in for the night. Their drive to Seattle was to begin bright and early the following morning.
Ashley watched the couple check in from her shabby little black car. She chose not to rent a room for herself, for she was afraid she would miss the couple leaving in the morning if she was not watching. Julien and Anna skipped gracefully to their room. Ashley watched Julien unlock the door, and, once opened, saw Anna push him fiercely and passionately into the darkness of the room. Nearly an hour passed until the lights turned on.
The jealous ex-worker knew what had been committed in the shadows of that motel room. It infuriated her. A few cups of coffee kept her awake all through the night, although her rage would have been plenty enough to keep her eyes from blinking. She watched intensely until several hours past sunrise, when the couple was off again.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Untitled: Introduction
Julien couldn’t stand Ashley at work; she was a pest to him. She knew nothing of manners or common sense. It is remarkable that she continued to burden him. Never have I seen a person who could be directly told: “Get the fuck out of my office,” and then waltz in the next morning, slewing doughnuts and lattes in her arms. Poor bitch was as clueless as can be, and then some. It’s sad really. When you look at her, you really can see a portrait of the ultimate desperate and lonely woman.
“Baby I just can’t take work any more,” Julien often said to his lovely fiancé Anna, as he walked in the door, usually just a few minutes past six every day through the work week.
“Tough day again, Babe?” was often her reply.
“As always. Seems like it’s time for something new.”
“You mean someone new? That Ashley whore really should’ve taken the hint by now. Too bad she’s Lawrence’s assistant and not yours. Then you could just let the bitch off her leash.”
“I can only dream of it. But Lawrence’s mind is still under control of his dick. Why else would he hire someone who cannot even collect enough intelligence to work a copy machine. Unless of course, that someone had two fake breasts, which are never to be confined by a bra or a shirt of the proper size.”
Anna only giggled at her fiancé’s description of his unwelcome coworker. Never was she jealous or paranoid about the blonde, bodacious bimbo who lingered about Julien’s desk at work. A petty girl as weak-minded as Ashley couldn’t do any damage to her or her relationship; she was no threat. Anna had all the confidence in herself and in Julien that their relationship was as solid as the brick wall that could be seen through their kitchen window.
It’s true. Anna and Julien’s relationship was an image of perfection, besides a few blemishes here and there. But the two loved each either unconditionally. Unfortunately, however, life always happens, and things always change.
Julien forced out another year of energy into his job, being tormented day in and day out by Ashley. Finally, Anna suggested that they move, claiming that it wouldn’t hurt to take a new step and path in life. To her it was going to be a new adventure, and to Julien it was going to be his escape from the hell he willingly went to for nine hours of every work day.
Seattle was to be their destination, and they were off. Anna and Julien were as happy and relieved as could be.
Anna and Julien were beginning their journey from Los Angeles, quite a ways south of their soon-to-be home. They figured it would be nice to take the trip slowly, and make an experience out of it. They would spend just a little over a week’s worth of time to get there.
“Baby I just can’t take work any more,” Julien often said to his lovely fiancé Anna, as he walked in the door, usually just a few minutes past six every day through the work week.
“Tough day again, Babe?” was often her reply.
“As always. Seems like it’s time for something new.”
“You mean someone new? That Ashley whore really should’ve taken the hint by now. Too bad she’s Lawrence’s assistant and not yours. Then you could just let the bitch off her leash.”
“I can only dream of it. But Lawrence’s mind is still under control of his dick. Why else would he hire someone who cannot even collect enough intelligence to work a copy machine. Unless of course, that someone had two fake breasts, which are never to be confined by a bra or a shirt of the proper size.”
Anna only giggled at her fiancé’s description of his unwelcome coworker. Never was she jealous or paranoid about the blonde, bodacious bimbo who lingered about Julien’s desk at work. A petty girl as weak-minded as Ashley couldn’t do any damage to her or her relationship; she was no threat. Anna had all the confidence in herself and in Julien that their relationship was as solid as the brick wall that could be seen through their kitchen window.
It’s true. Anna and Julien’s relationship was an image of perfection, besides a few blemishes here and there. But the two loved each either unconditionally. Unfortunately, however, life always happens, and things always change.
Julien forced out another year of energy into his job, being tormented day in and day out by Ashley. Finally, Anna suggested that they move, claiming that it wouldn’t hurt to take a new step and path in life. To her it was going to be a new adventure, and to Julien it was going to be his escape from the hell he willingly went to for nine hours of every work day.
Seattle was to be their destination, and they were off. Anna and Julien were as happy and relieved as could be.
Anna and Julien were beginning their journey from Los Angeles, quite a ways south of their soon-to-be home. They figured it would be nice to take the trip slowly, and make an experience out of it. They would spend just a little over a week’s worth of time to get there.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Things
BBQ sauce
Vintage clothing
Noah and the Whale
Vegan orange chicken
Butter
Book
Boots
Glasses
Yellow coat
Etc.
Vintage clothing
Noah and the Whale
Vegan orange chicken
Butter
Book
Boots
Glasses
Yellow coat
Etc.
Friday, August 28, 2009
A song that makes me smile...
Lemonheads - Into Your Arms
Into your arms whoa into your arms I can go
I know a place that's safe and warm from the crowd
Into your arms whoa into your arms I can go
And if I should fall
I know I won't be alone
Be alone anymore
I know a place where I can go when I'm alone
Into your arms whoa into your arms I can go
I know a place that's safe and warm from the crowd
Into your arms whoa into your arms I can go
So if I should fall
I know I won't be alone
Be alone anymore
I know a place where I can go when I'm alone
Into your arms whoa into your arms I can go
I can go...
So I have had this one specific person on my mind all day. So this is up here purely for the sake that this song makes me think of that person and it has been in my head all day. (It is also here because that person thinks Evan Dando is sexy).
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The First Emporer Of The United States & The Protector Of Mexico
No bullshit. The U.S. once had an emperor. He lived in San Francisco. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, Joshua A. Norton.
Thank God Kat Von D Has Tattoos
Kat Von D is beautiful. I'd kill to look like her, tattoos and all. Her ink gives her character and this kind of tough girl sexiness. She is a tatted up sex goddess!
However, one day I was watching her show on TLC, La Ink, and she was doing a photo shoot for her new fragrance at Sephora. She did two pictures. One revealed all of her tattoos and made her look tough and sexy. In the other, all of her tattoos had been removed in editing. She was still a goddess without them, but she is much hotter with them. I am so glad that the real Kat Von D is the one where she is covered in sexy tattoos!
However, one day I was watching her show on TLC, La Ink, and she was doing a photo shoot for her new fragrance at Sephora. She did two pictures. One revealed all of her tattoos and made her look tough and sexy. In the other, all of her tattoos had been removed in editing. She was still a goddess without them, but she is much hotter with them. I am so glad that the real Kat Von D is the one where she is covered in sexy tattoos!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Killer Clown
John Wayne Gacy Jr. aka Killer Clown Everyone who is like me, and in their spare time looks up random facts about serial killers/rapists, already knows who this is. Gacy Jr. was an American serial killer in the 1970s. He was convicted and later executed for the murder and rape of 33 boys and young men. The weapon of choice: a two by four wooden plank. Twenty-seven of which were buried in the crawl space beneath his house, the rest were found in the Des Paines River. He was given the name "Killer Clown" because of the many block parties he threw, where he entertained children in his clown suit under the name Pogo the Clown.
What I wonder is why? What I know of the man's history is that he came from a family with a father who was physically and verbally abusive. (This might explain why all of his victims were male). However his mother and sisters were very loving and affectionate towards him, and would lovingly call him Johnny.
Another factor that may or may not have to do with his drive in the murders, is the head trauma he experienced when he was eleven. Gacy Jr. was hit in the head by a swing, which resulted in a blood clot in his brain. The remainder of Gacy's minor life was no easier. He was a high school drop out, after attending four different high schools, who left his family during what should have been his senior year.
So Gacy Jr.'s upbringing was rough. But is that reason enough to murder innocent people? For him, it apparently was. For many murderers, it's more than enough. People like this are still out there everywhere (oooo scary!); I chose to write about him because I find him to be one of the most fascinating. I mean when you step back and look at him in less detail, he is merely a homosexual serial killing clown, convicted of sodomy and murder, and was then executed, but just before he was put down like the dog he was, he shouted back to the world "Kiss my ass!"
Famous John Wayne Gacy Jr. Quotes:
"I never should have been convicted of anything more serious than running a cemetery without a license." (Isn't he a mother-fucking creep? Fascinating.)
"Kiss my ass!" (His last words.)
"A clown can get away with murder." (Obviously, he himself is proof that a clown cannot.)
"How could I live on top of these bodies?" (In some disgusting, demented manner apparently.)
"I got news for you. If the legal test of insanity- If Jeffery Dahmer doesn't meet the legal test of insanity, God help the one that does meet it. I mean it-it has to be really something. If Jeffery Dahmer doesn't meet the legal test of insanity, then no one does." (This is pretty true. Dahmer is insane, but Gacy Jr. is too.)
Say no to removing legs from a caterpillar!
As a kid (before I knew any better) my brother and I would "play" with bugs. What we really did was burn them, feed small ones to large ones, open them up from their stomachs, etc. Looking back on that now, I feel bad. I am strongly against animal cruelty of all sorts, but especially when people are killing creatures for the sheer pleasure of it. Yeah I know they are just bugs, but imagine if this behavior would have progressed. Could have moved up to birds and lizards, and so forth from there. Parents, please don't let your children "play" with bugs. It's downright mean, and just plain gross!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
15 Things You Don't Need To Know
Nothing in this blog can benefit you greatly. At most it will make you look semi-cool if you bring one of these up when you're talking to your friends.
1. Clinophobia is the fear of beds.
2. Mark Twain was born and died on days when Halley's Comet could be seen.
3. The original game of monopoly was circular.
4. Ninety million people survive on less the $75 a year.
5. Racecar spelled backwards is racecar, and kayak spelled backwards is kayak.
6. More people are killed by donkeys annually than in plane crashes.
7. Most elephants weigh less than the tongue of a blue whale.
8. You burn more calories sleeping than watching TV.
9. All 50 states are listed on the top of the Lincoln Memorial.
10. The real name of the "I've fallen and I can't get up" lady is Edith Fore.
11. There are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball.
12. The state with the highest percentage of people who walk to work is Alaska.
13. Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.
14. There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.
15. A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.
1. Clinophobia is the fear of beds.
2. Mark Twain was born and died on days when Halley's Comet could be seen.
3. The original game of monopoly was circular.
4. Ninety million people survive on less the $75 a year.
5. Racecar spelled backwards is racecar, and kayak spelled backwards is kayak.
6. More people are killed by donkeys annually than in plane crashes.
7. Most elephants weigh less than the tongue of a blue whale.
8. You burn more calories sleeping than watching TV.
9. All 50 states are listed on the top of the Lincoln Memorial.
10. The real name of the "I've fallen and I can't get up" lady is Edith Fore.
11. There are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball.
12. The state with the highest percentage of people who walk to work is Alaska.
13. Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.
14. There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.
15. A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.
Monday, August 24, 2009
My life as of now.
Life is really anguishing everyone right about now. At least there is comfort in knowing that everything, both good and bad, will come to its end. Hardship does not last forever. And even though sometimes when you walk outside you are caught in the rain, at least you have an umbrella. But even if you don't for whatever reason, look at the rain through a child's eyes: rain can be fun and pretty. You get to splash in puddles and make a mess of yourself......... I miss the actual rain.Bring on the Rain by Jo Dee Messina
Another day has almost come and gone
Cant imagine what else could wrong
Sometimes Id like to hide away somewhere and lock the door
A single battle lost but not the war (cause)
Tomorrows another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
Its almost like the hard times circle round
A couple drops and they all start coming down
Yeah, I might feel defeated,
I might hang my head
I might be barely breathing - but I'm not dead
Tomorrows another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
I'm not gonna let it get me down
I'm not gonna cry
And I'm not gonna lose any sleep tonight
Best wishes to everyone feeling the pain of life right now; my hopes and sympathy go out to all of you.
Another day has almost come and gone
Cant imagine what else could wrong
Sometimes Id like to hide away somewhere and lock the door
A single battle lost but not the war (cause)
Tomorrows another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
Its almost like the hard times circle round
A couple drops and they all start coming down
Yeah, I might feel defeated,
I might hang my head
I might be barely breathing - but I'm not dead
Tomorrows another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
I'm not gonna let it get me down
I'm not gonna cry
And I'm not gonna lose any sleep tonight
Best wishes to everyone feeling the pain of life right now; my hopes and sympathy go out to all of you.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
What makes you happy?
At some odd point in life, usually when it seems that life is not worth living, you find something worth all the while. You've gone through more anguish than you ever believed you could withstand, but at least now you know why you did it.
Who knows what it is that you found, or why it came to you at such a time? The fact of the matter is that you found it. And foolish are you if you even consider letting it go or getting rid of it.
If you have something that makes you happy, don't humor others by obeying them if they disagree with what it is that you have. What should matter to you and to everyone else is that you found something that made you happy.
That something could be anything: living or dead. Just hold onto it. Good things happen every day, but something as great as what you've found does not even come around as often as a blue moon.
Who knows what it is that you found, or why it came to you at such a time? The fact of the matter is that you found it. And foolish are you if you even consider letting it go or getting rid of it.
If you have something that makes you happy, don't humor others by obeying them if they disagree with what it is that you have. What should matter to you and to everyone else is that you found something that made you happy.
That something could be anything: living or dead. Just hold onto it. Good things happen every day, but something as great as what you've found does not even come around as often as a blue moon.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Middle School Creative Assignment
In either seventh or eighth grade (I don't remember which grade for sure) I had to do a creative writing assignment. It was probably the easiest thing I've ever done. What we had to do was choose words, any that we could think of (or invent), and turn them into a metaphor type-ish thing. Like I said: easy. Well I found pieces of the final assignment, and I think they are pretty interesting, considering I wrote them five years ago.
Rain
The cloud's tears
Butterfly
Nature's angel
Care
Universal band-aid
Diet
Substitute for starvation
Wind
Unspoken Secrets
Red
A bloody massacre
Life
A game no one wins
Darkness and Light
The last thing you see before you die
And the first thing you see after
Shoulder
The only tissue that actually dries tears
Fakeness
The mask everyone wears
Mirrors
What makes people hate themselves
Judgement
The cause of all our insecurities
Smile
Merely a mask to a frown
I think it is safe to say that I was a demented (perhaps tormented) little child. Oh my poor pre-teen brain!
Rain
The cloud's tears
Butterfly
Nature's angel
Care
Universal band-aid
Diet
Substitute for starvation
Wind
Unspoken Secrets
Red
A bloody massacre
Life
A game no one wins
Darkness and Light
The last thing you see before you die
And the first thing you see after
Shoulder
The only tissue that actually dries tears
Fakeness
The mask everyone wears
Mirrors
What makes people hate themselves
Judgement
The cause of all our insecurities
Smile
Merely a mask to a frown
I think it is safe to say that I was a demented (perhaps tormented) little child. Oh my poor pre-teen brain!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Bwwahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
R.I.P. King of the Hill
January 12th 1997 - September 13th 2009
You will be missed.
You will be avenged! The Cleveland Show cannot replace you. Fuck you FOX!!!!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The New (and just as evil) No-calorie Sweetener
Splenda is today's latest craze in artificial sweeteners. It is found in foods nationwide both in restaurants and supermarket shelves. Most people believe they have found a way to eat sugary foods without the result of weight gain. They see it as a healthy alternative to sugar. But let's face the facts: Splenda is unhealthy and harmful to the body.
What is Splenda? It is simply chlorinated sugar. Let's look at some other places that chlorine can be found. If you read the labels on inedible products such as disinfectants, insecticides, and bleach you will find chlorine. Obviously, we know it is hazardous to ingest any of these products; there are even warning labels on the products themselves saying to keep away from eyes, nose, and mouth and out of reach of children. Chlorine is considered nature's attack dog. So is it healthy, or even safe, to consume a product containing chlorine?
What happened during safety tests before Splenda hit our grocery stores? In test animals, Splenda produces swollen livers and calcified the kidneys. The chemicals in Splenda attacked the nervous system, as well as other body systems including genetics and immune function. It has been discovered that Splenda shrinks thymus glands, which is known as the seat of biological immunity.
Like aspartame, which sold as Equal, Splenda induces hypersensitivity diseases which are now becoming rampant.
Why do people choose Splenda? Often people decide to purchase Splenda over natural sugar because it is calorie-free! Sounds great right? However, all artificial sweeteners, including Splenda, increase and intensify appetite. It becomes harder to resist that candy bowl at work and it is more likely that someone will give into food advertisements and indulge in their craving.
What about Splenda in children? Kids have never responded well to artificial sweeteners. In almost all cases children undergo behavior changes that are not for the positive. Children are known to become depressed and/or aggressive after consuming enough Splenda, or any artificial sweetener for a long enough time frame. Even ingesting Splenda during pregnancy is shown to cause behavioral issues for children in the future.
Is it safe to be ingesting a food that contains chlorine, has been shown to cause hazardous health issues, intensifies appetite, and causes children to be sad and/or angry? Of course not. But people still consume it, some even do it unknowingly. Do not be fooled by the name it's been given: sucralose, which is a spin off of sugar's technical name sucrose. If anywhere on the ingredients of a food you read sucralose instead of sucrose, do not purchase this food. It is the hazardous Splenda that is actually sweetening your food, not natural sugar.
What is Splenda? It is simply chlorinated sugar. Let's look at some other places that chlorine can be found. If you read the labels on inedible products such as disinfectants, insecticides, and bleach you will find chlorine. Obviously, we know it is hazardous to ingest any of these products; there are even warning labels on the products themselves saying to keep away from eyes, nose, and mouth and out of reach of children. Chlorine is considered nature's attack dog. So is it healthy, or even safe, to consume a product containing chlorine?
What happened during safety tests before Splenda hit our grocery stores? In test animals, Splenda produces swollen livers and calcified the kidneys. The chemicals in Splenda attacked the nervous system, as well as other body systems including genetics and immune function. It has been discovered that Splenda shrinks thymus glands, which is known as the seat of biological immunity.
Like aspartame, which sold as Equal, Splenda induces hypersensitivity diseases which are now becoming rampant.
Why do people choose Splenda? Often people decide to purchase Splenda over natural sugar because it is calorie-free! Sounds great right? However, all artificial sweeteners, including Splenda, increase and intensify appetite. It becomes harder to resist that candy bowl at work and it is more likely that someone will give into food advertisements and indulge in their craving.
What about Splenda in children? Kids have never responded well to artificial sweeteners. In almost all cases children undergo behavior changes that are not for the positive. Children are known to become depressed and/or aggressive after consuming enough Splenda, or any artificial sweetener for a long enough time frame. Even ingesting Splenda during pregnancy is shown to cause behavioral issues for children in the future.
Is it safe to be ingesting a food that contains chlorine, has been shown to cause hazardous health issues, intensifies appetite, and causes children to be sad and/or angry? Of course not. But people still consume it, some even do it unknowingly. Do not be fooled by the name it's been given: sucralose, which is a spin off of sugar's technical name sucrose. If anywhere on the ingredients of a food you read sucralose instead of sucrose, do not purchase this food. It is the hazardous Splenda that is actually sweetening your food, not natural sugar.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Aroma Cafe
I love finding little shops, restaurants, and coffee houses that are unique and give you that warm and welcoming vibe. I've found quite a few over the years, but so far my favorite is the coffee shop/restaurant my boyfriend and I discovered a few months back called Aroma Cafe.We were first drawn to this place because of the awesome neon sign they have out front (my boyfriend and I both have an infatuation with neon). It was a few minutes before closing when we went in, so the place seemed dead. We ordered some drinks and headed out. However the overall look of Aroma was cozy, it felt like you were sitting at home (permitted that your home is cozy).
We loved the vibes we got off of the appearance of Aroma so much that we went back within the next couple of days. On our next visit it was several hours before closing, and it was packed. The line for food extended out the door. All of the tables and decorations were set out and full of people. He and I were not fond of the immense crowd, however it was not bothersome either. Everything else about the place suited us perfectly. Nearly all of the seating is outdoors and lit with Christmas lights that are stung overhead. All the tables look different from each other. There are random mirrors, gnomes, and statues placed all throughout the dining terrace. The electicness of the decor was random but all flowed perfectly together.
In a future visit, we decided to have dinner there. We split a simple grilled cheese, but it was the best grilled cheese either of us has eaten to date. So not only were the drinks and surroundings awesome at this place, but we learned that the food was incredible too.
We have yet to find a flaw in Aroma. The line to order food does get rather extensive, but the cafe offers call in orders for pick up. I have been satisfied with all that Aroma offers, especially the service. Just about everyone who has served me has been friendly and down to earth. I frequently go back to Aroma; several times a week. I recommend Aroma to anyone who likes unique dining or just a cozy environment.
One last point on Aroma that makes it so "cool" (dare I say), is the bookstore within it. Portrait of a Bookstore is located inside of Aroma Cafe. It is rather small, but it sells very unique nick-knacks, unusual greeting cards, and great reads. For nerds like me who love to read, Portrait of a Bookstore is a perfect place to find new and interesting books.
Aroma Cafe is located on Tujunga in Studio City just south of Moorpark.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Finding beauty in an ugly place
Personally, I find Southern California to be an ugly place in the midst of August. The land is dry and dead. Even come winter time there is not enough rain to flourish the long dead California land. However, despite the fact that I generally find SoCal to be an ugly place, within my own California backyard I found little bits of beauty in this August heat. 
Most people find California to beautiful and glorious. Undoubtedly it is, and I have learned to appreciate it. But despite the beauty I have captured in these pictures, I am still seeking a more scenic land. More greenery, more cloudy days. Sunshine, along with magnificent sunsets and sunrises are great. However I find the most beautiful days are when the sky is covered with rain clouds.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
What do I know about life?
I don't know much, but I have found this to be true:
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on." - Robert Frost
Life usually tends to suck, but at least we can find comfort in knowing that whatever pain we are going through will someday end. All we can do is hope it ends sooner opposed to later.
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on." - Robert Frost
Life usually tends to suck, but at least we can find comfort in knowing that whatever pain we are going through will someday end. All we can do is hope it ends sooner opposed to later.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Intelligence Through the Emotions of a Child
"Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive that is youer than you." - Dr. Seusse
If only more people had this whimsical wisdom. To feel like a child, but to be wise like an adult.
If only more people had this whimsical wisdom. To feel like a child, but to be wise like an adult.
Those seemingly "harmless" flaws of his, could kill you.
"You never know what you got until it's gone"
Lucky for me, I realized what I had when it was almost gone instead of actually gone.
My story behind this is of what happened to my boyfriend earlier tonight. He was in his parked car, just about to step out. As he set his foot on the pavement, he heard an enraged voice shout, "Jeremy!" That obviously being his name, made him look. What he saw was a horrifying sight: a young man who had been threatening both of our lives for months. Before tonight we believed that the trouble had ceased, and our let our guards down. However, this boy was ready to fulfill all of his evil promises he had made to us months prior. The boy got into a car chase with my boyfriend, Jeremy, down the 405 freeway. I was terrified for Jeremy, wishing that the worst would not come. Who knows what could have happened if Jeremy had been unable to get him off his tail? He could have been beaten and hospitalized, or worse I could have lost him, and the silly, fun-loving, happy couple in the picture above would not exist as a couple anymore.
So why am I sitting up at two in the morning sharing this story? Because after what I experienced tonight I find it necessary to share how important it is in picking romantic relationships. Just under two years ago I began a relationship with someone who I knew deep down was never going to be good enough for me. He smoked pot, believed college was foolish, settled for dead-end jobs, and dreamed of living a life of laziness. Caught up in teenage puppy love, I fell for all of his charades. He somehow had me believing that he was going to live a life of luxury off of dormancy. I put myself through hell for just under a year of a relationship with him, and for what? Simply pain.
Why did I let it happen? Why did I fall for all of his tricks? Honestly, who knows? I made a foolish mistake, and now myself and my (understanding) boyfriend are paying to hell for it. My now ex-boyfriend is the boy who got into a car chase with my new (and much better suitor) boyfriend, Jeremy, on a freeway in LA.
THIS IS A WARNING TO ALL GIRLS AND WOMEN. Everyday, a woman falls to domestic violence. A good number of which actually lose their lives in the process.
Not to talk myself up, but I am a smart, determined, brave, and wise young woman. If it can happen to me, it can happen to just about anyone. Always watch for strange behaviors. If you see one red flag sign, get the hell out of there before the situation escalades to something equal to or worse than my current one. If you love them, fuck it. I loved mine too. I truly cared for him. But the destruction on me wasn't worth it, and I should have ended that relationship far sooner than I did. However, because I shamefully clinged to my "love" for him, I am now in a ready-to-dial-911 situation tonight, and it may exceed into tomorrow.
I want all girls and women to be careful. Let's face it, men are built to be stronger and faster, it is a scientific fact. If they snap one day they will hurt us if they get the chance. I want all girls and women in relationships with red flag signs to get out. It may seem hard, and unnecessary now, but you will be kicking yourself if you do not do it soon. I was lucky; I got out before it got to the point to where I couldn't, and even still I am paying for it. Get out of these violent and potentially violent relationships. THE PRICE YOU PAY MAY BE YOUR LIFE IF YOU DON'T!
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