Continue

Continuing is the only option when you want to succeed. It’s not up to anyone else but you how you go forward in life. When you believe in yourself, giving up is not even an option. All the risks, hardships and difficulties you begin to accept as just a part of the journey to success. Love yourself because negative self talk, thoughts or words will only get in the way. Get up every time the universe knocks you down and kill it! Smashing & killing every challenge changes you until it becomes second nature to succeed. Even when it seems like you are out of options... realize there’s a way forward. 

Here’s a one about killing... 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m. 

Killing Changes You.

(4-1-09)

“I could get used to this!” was what I thought as I slit his throat with my sharp knife.

The precise blade slid ever so delicately through and through his skin without the slightest bit of hesitation. Blood spilled down his chest blanketing the white button-down shirt in a dark crimson red. I was feeling very much like Hannibal Lecter when I licked the blade clean of his blood. Slowly, as I continue to clean my blade, I watch his body melt into the pool of red liquid on the wooden floor before me. You know what they say, the first time is all it takes to become addicted.

Killing changes you. Once you’ve committed the unspeakable act there’s no turning back. Funny thing was, I knew from that moment on, I was hooked. Who would be my next victim? See after all, this wasn’t planned. It was an opportunity. I seized it! The thrill of taking a life had always been on the top of my “DO NOT SHARE” list. You know that list of dark sadistic things that you just don’t share. Everyone has one, but you don’t speak of it.

I had to wait, like a predator stalking my prey. Watching… waiting... wanting… until just the right… moment. Perhaps this is how Jack the Ripper felt as he chose his victims? And who would catch me? I would be leaving the country in a matter of days. No one would be shocked if I never returned. No one could blame me for walking away from my dead end job, my artistic failure. Again, they might miss him? Doubtful, I surprised him. He wasn’t scheduled to return from his trip for a few more days. You know the type, workaholic, and no next of kin. Only leaves the house for the office and returns back promptly each day. The cleaning lady was the only person who would find the body, and she wouldn’t be returning until Monday. But again, my darkness consumes me and the wheels start to spin.

How many ways can you dispose of a body? Too many! Too FUN! Just as I’m dreaming up new, sick and twisted ways to make a body disappear… BAM! “I guess he wasn’t dead after all,” are my thoughts as I’m falling quick, looking up at this bastard holding his throat with one hand and a large blunt object in the other. I’m Out.

I often wondered what it would be like to be tortured. Today I find out. I’m bound (hands & feet) and gagged. He’s sewn up his neck wound and licking the knife – there’s blood – while I have to watch. “See, I guess two can play this game,” he says. It’s my blood… apparently he’s cut me, ten places I can visibly see in my arms and legs. But from what I can feel there are several more than that.

“You should have made sure I was dead!” With a sick sadistic smile he edges closer to me. “Cause you’ll never leave here now.” He grabs my neck, kneels down and slides the blade down my left cheek. I can feel the blood spill out, downward, as it mixes with my tears. “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time,” he whispers in my ear.

Again no one would blame me if I never came back.

Smoking in the Rain

I have a few friends that love to smoke... [I swear I'll stop teasing when you stop smoking.] Some so much that they will even step out into the rain to catch a puff. Here's an old 300 much like the last. Enjoy if you've never read it! Who knows maybe I'll have another image for it in a day or so. Thanks for the creativity!!! I'd be nothing without a visionary to provide my stories with images and a name to trackback with. 

Kisses, m

Can I bum a cigarette?

Can I bum a cigarette? Kind of you to oblige an old man a smoke. How about some company while the rain passes us by? So… you from around here? Me either. Well not originally. Can you believe this weather? It’s something else. Pouring buckets I reckon. I haven’t seen a storm like this since I was a boy. Here? Yeah, it was. My family has always lived here. Grandpa built that house over on Jackson’s Square. I didn’t come to stay in these parts till I was about; well I reckon I was about your age. What are you 25? Oh thirty you say. I stand corrected. It was the summer Aunt Mildred passed away and Granny needed an extra pair of hands around the place. Never have I seen so much rain come down, as I had that summer. Storm the likes of this one came and went like clockwork. Coming and going as if it were the business of mother nature to…  Another cigarette? Oh, well don’t mind if I do. Thank you, sonny. We just don’t see this sort of weather too often. Where’d you say you were from? You didn’t. Then spit it out... Wyoming. Don’t know much about the weather in those parts. Not the same? I bet you’re right. I do know a fellow that sells cars out that way. You probably never heard of him. Runs a place called Fireside Autos out of the… YEAH! I’ll be. From the TV commercials. That’s mighty small in the world. Funny fellow isn’t he? Selling things his whole life. Another smoke? No sonny, that’s awful generous. Rain looks like it’s winding down to a drizzle. Means, I best be going. You go on now and enjoy this weather since there’s nothing like it at home.

Invited

An Invitation to the home of a Killer! Would you go? I know I would. Even if you might be on the menu? Especially if I was! Why disappoint! Ha! You never know what will REALLY happen until you take a chance and jump on it? Lovely idea! Perhaps even lovelier if you were the killer. Am I a killer? Moi? Blaspheme!?! Perhaps unless you know moi... I often wonder about such things before realizing it's a waste of time to wonder. But who can really say what has happened or will happen next. The future hasn't happened yet and you can not stop what will happen. You can try. Here's a very old story and it's very much near and dear to my heart. You can find it in my ebook Killing Changes you here! Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Killing Changes You.

(4-1-09)

“I could get used to this!” was what I thought as I slit his throat with my sharp knife.

The precise blade slid ever so delicately through and through his skin without the slightest bit of hesitation. Blood spilled down his chest blanketing the white button-down shirt in a dark crimson red. I was feeling very much like Hannibal Lecter when I licked the blade clean of his blood. Slowly, as I continue to clean my blade, I watch his body melt into the pool of red liquid on the wooden floor before me. You know what they say, the first time is all it takes to become addicted.

Killing changes you. Once you’ve committed the unspeakable act there’s no turning back. Funny thing was, I knew from that moment on, I was hooked. Who would be my next victim? See after all, this wasn’t planned. It was an opportunity. I seized it! The thrill of taking a life had always been on the top of my “DO NOT SHARE” list. You know that list of dark sadistic things that you just don’t share. Everyone has one, but you don’t speak of it.

I had to wait, like a predator stalking my prey. Watching… waiting... wanting… until just the right… moment. Perhaps this is how Jack the Ripper felt as he chose his victims? And who would catch me? I would be leaving the country in a matter of days. No one would be shocked if I never returned. No one could blame me for walking away from my dead end job, my artistic failure. Again, they might miss him? Doubtful, I surprised him. He wasn’t scheduled to return from his trip for a few more days. You know the type, workaholic, and no next of kin. Only leaves the house for the office and returns back promptly each day. The cleaning lady was the only person who would find the body, and she wouldn’t be returning until Monday. But again, my darkness consumes me and the wheels start to spin.

How many ways can you dispose of a body? Too many! Too FUN! Just as I’m dreaming up new, sick and twisted ways to make a body disappear… BAM! “I guess he wasn’t dead after all,” are my thoughts as I’m falling quick, looking up at this bastard holding his throat with one hand and a large blunt object in the other. I’m Out.

I often wondered what it would be like to be tortured. Today I find out. I’m bound (hands & feet) and gagged. He’s sewn up his neck wound and licking the knife – there’s blood – while I have to watch. “See, I guess two can play this game,” he says. It’s my blood… apparently he’s cut me, ten places I can visibly see in my arms and legs. But from what I can feel there are several more than that.

“You should have made sure I was dead!” With a sick sadistic smile he edges closer to me. “Cause you’ll never leave here now.” He grabs my neck, kneels down and slides the blade down my left cheek. I can feel the blood spill out, downward, as it mixes with my tears. “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time,” he whispers in my ear.

Again no one would blame me if I never came back.

But it happened...

Goldfrapp

"But it happened..." is what he says and I know he's right when he says it. Why? Because it's happened. The glass has fallen and broken. It's the warning I said to him before it was about to happen that echoes in my mind. Because that warning didn't stop it from happening. It only prompted him to say afterwards... "Well, it shouldn't have happened this way." I agree... but it did. That's the trick. Once something has happened you can't change that it did. No matter how much you believe that it shouldn't have it still did indeed happen. Pretending that it didn't happen won't change things either. You can wonder if it was inevitable but there's nothing you can do to erase the reality that it happened. 

If a silver haired mannequin falls in the middle of H&M when the store is closed & empty and the cameras are off due to a power outage did it happen? Yes it did. There's no irrefutable evidence to deny what has occurred. Because when someone stumbles in early the next morning completely hung from the night before, where too many men named Jack, Jim and Johnny Walker Black Label insisted upon more drinks, they will discover the silver haired plastic man has fallen. So it happened... and it could happen again. In this instance of mine, I tell him the same as I am telling you, "Sometimes things will happen. And you can try to prepare yourself for them as best you can... but sometimes they will still happen." 

Anyhow here's a little story written upon the end... and the beginning. Enjoy. 

kisses, m.

Shouldn't have happened this way.

(11-14-09)

Shouldn’t have happened this way. As a prisoner in the dark trunk of this old car sandwiched between two dead men, I lie here thinking just that. Somehow things went completely wrong, and I’m soon to find myself cooperating with the business end of a shovel. 

I should have seen this coming. It would have worked if I hadn’t walked back through the door. Things went all according to plan. Three vehicles; the van for ammo and reinforcements, the getaway car allowing timely departure and the van carrying the meds for any wounded. No one should have been killed. Leave none behind. That was his plan and yet here I am waiting to have my head severed from my body; along with my counterparts I would be burned and buried in a remote corner of the world.

There are times when a person questions the choices made and wonders what could have happened if the circumstances were different. No one would be dead, I wouldn’t be waiting for death, and the plan may have gone off without a hitch.

At least I’m still armed. In the waistband of my jeans there’s a gun. It couldn’t matter less as there’s no escape from this. Shoot a hole through the trunk? Using the gun to gain freedom my can serve no good purpose. My escape would result in an eventual death.

Mine.

But I knew the stakes going in. Pulling the gun on him would eliminate my current dilemma. However, those counterparts in this mass network of crime would undoubtedly track me down and end my life without question. Yet, the only solution to my present circumstances is to kill this man. Premeditating my crime, silently encased between the only friends I have left, as this car cruises towards its final destination.

The car comes to a stop. Red hue of brake lights blankets the interior of the compartment. White skin of my neighbor reflects off the high scarlet brilliance. Shifting of the bodies pushes me into the center of the trunk. Tightly packed in, swaddled in the comfort of death.

Near the front of the vehicle I can hear movement. There’s a voice approaching the car. Movement within the vehicle indicates that he’s getting out.

Door opens and slams closed. Booming altos disagree in a symphonic melody that ends in the sound of a lone gun firing. Listening intently the sounds of the exterior are still close. Steady myself and prepare. There’s only one chance at this.

Car rocks gently. Latch of the trunk releases. Steps fall loudly near the rear of the car and stop. External light enters the space. Fingers reach in. My eyes wait for the prize. Open. Large figure towers down over me. Shoot. Quickly falling backwards and down goes this shadow.

Climbing out of the moving tomb, it’s clear as day, I’ve hit the wrong person. A uniformed officer lies out along this deserted dirt road with a hole in his head. Along the side of the car there’s his body, the evil mastermind is dead. I need to get away. Get as much distance as I can from this mess. It really shouldn’t have happened this way... yet it did.