Thinking of Times Passed

Love is such,

A fickle bitch.

A message,

A picture. 

I see you, 

And I miss you.

I miss us, 

And what we were.

But here we are,

In separate worlds. 

Looking through,

Tinted glass.



Creak. Slam. My eyes adjusted to the darkness.

“Don’t move. It can hear you.” A whisper came from the darkness.

Something scratched along the wall. Something hit the floor and skittered to my right. A muffled grunt, more scratches, and whatever it was left. I didn’t dare move. A sickly sweet smell flowed through the air towards me. It smelled familiar but I couldn’t figure out where I remembered it from. The cold stone scraped my hand as I slid it across the floor. A warm liquid slowly flowed across my fingers.

My heart thumped in my chest. I brought my fingers close to my face. The metallic smell grew stronger. It smelled like when you had pennies in your hand. It’s sickly sweet and sticky. A scream choked me. The other person was dead. What killed them? What scraped against the wall? I felt along the cold stone again and slapped my hand in the blood. It had slowly crept closer to where I was sitting. That thing scratched the wall again. It crawled to where the noise was. Whatever it was, found my hand and poked it. It pricked like a needle. I hoped it would leave, but it injected something that burned in my hand.

Another scream stopped in my throat. I couldn’t make a noise. It unstuck my hand and skittered back across the floor. My hand ached and throbbed. I slid slowly to my left. There was nothing from across the room, so I continued my slow trek across wherever I am. Both the wall and the floor were made of some kind of cold stone. I crept along the wall to the next one. The smell followed me as I crawled. My ears tuned in to the slightest of changes in sound. It hadn’t come back.

I felt along the other wall looking for a door. Cracks lined the wall, but no door. Anger flowed and my hand hit the wall. Metal scratched on the stone and the creature was on my hand again. It stabbed my hand, injecting more burning substance into me. It didn’t stop. The burning flooded my system, spreading from my arm and up to my heart. My brain felt like it was on fire. I screamed and a quick slice silenced me. Gurgling and sputtering, darkness crawled over me.

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New Adventure Ahead

So just as an update, I now have a job at Dollar General, once the background check finally goes through, and I’m going to NYC in August! I hope the place that is doing the background checks is quick, but I am really happy I finally have a job. I am a little sad that it is not an editing job, or something in publishing, but it is better than nothing, and I know the manager, so I hope it won’t be awkward. Until my hours are figured out, I don’t know when or how often I will be posting new pieces.

Next is NYC. My cousin from Germany is coming over in April. She wants to see NYC, and maybe a show so that’s happening. I think my mom wants to go to NYC during her vacation, so that is another broadway show to see I think in July. And then in August, my friend scored us two tickets to the Lady Gaga show! I am super excited for it plus he wants to see Alice Cooper the Saturday before that show so it’s going to be so much fun! So much in three days, but we can do it, did it before, we can do it again.

A lot of things coming up, I hope to write more, I have been failing a little bit, but it will all come back in time. I hope you guys liked my “Love” poem I did yesterday. It was super cheesy, but fun to write. Have a nice end to the week and have fun this weekend!


A Trip to Lily Dale

My (now ex) boyfriend and I had read about it, and he had previously gone with his family, but we talked about going to Lily Dale in New York. That crazy psychic’s town about an hour south of Buffalo.Some people might know about Lily Dale from the Supernatural episode, but for those who are spiritually inclined, Lily Dale is kind of like the lesser known Salem. Where Salem, MA is known for its past with witchcraft and death, Lily Dale is a town full of psychics.

My boyfriend liked the experiences he had before, I think he had even paid for a reading, but isn’t spiritually aware. I had never been, so we decided to take a day trip and see the town, the stump and the area around the town. He drove, thankfully, and I sat next to him focusing on my energy, wondering what I would feel. A few years before, around the time I graduated High School I think, I met someone who unlocked a piece of me I knew I had, but had never explored. I could feel spirits. I could feel other beings just beyond the veil between our world and theirs. I knew Lily Dale was supposed to be a highly active town in spirits and energy, but I didn’t know how I would react.

We found the town and parked. They gave us a map and a schedule of the day’s events. We decided the stump would be the first thing we did since it was free and close to when we arrived. We walked, hand in hand, no one seemed to care. I asked if he felt anything different, but he didn’t really notice something off. I personally didn’t feel anything either, but I was just wondering if he did. We walked around, noticed a couple of shops to stop at after the stump. We followed the signs to the “inspiration stump” I believe it’s called. The town is actually pretty beautiful.

The path takes you passed an animal graveyard. It was cool, and some of the names were cute, but we went on to the stump. It’s supposed to be a place where open mediumship can happen. Four or five of the town psychics, which you usually have to pay for a reading, will do a free channeling of a spirit if they feel anything up. Benches line up to the stump and a bunch of the psychics walk around, talk about the past of the place and see if any spirits want to talk to the audience through them. Now, I personally think this is the only area in the town that has a strong pull to the spirit world.

As we walked up and found a bench to sit on. It felt like I was wading through water. I told my boyfriend and he couldn’t feel anything, but to me it felt like water was all around me. It felt like electricity was washing across my skin. I couldn’t sit still. It was one of the most fascinating experiences of my life so far. We sat through the people doing their readings and talking, then left at the end. I should’ve gone up to the stump, or talked to one of the psychics, but that’s for next time I guess. Neither my boyfriend at the time, nor I was picked by a spirit to talk to, so we left.

We went through a couple of the shops, I bought a necklace of a stag in a Celtic fashion because that is my sign/self/spirit animal. We walked through their fairy path and then left to go back to his house. I want to go back again, but hopefully one day. Whether this is a diary entry or just a fictitious story of us going to Lily Dale is up for you to decide. Go to Lily Dale if you want an actual spiritual experience, but don’t pay eighty bucks for a reading, it messes with the mojo and you can probably find someone to do it for free. Have fun!

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Rings: A Semi-Review

So I just got back from watch the new Rings movie. I liked it, but I’m not sure how well it fits in with the Ring mythos. It’s been a couple of years since I watched Ring 1 & 2, but I feel like in Ring 2, the entire story of Samara was finished. I thought Rachel had finished finding Samara, and helped her “become good” and ended the cycle.

With Rings, I can’t tell if it connects with the original series, or if it’s a stand-alone/prequel. I kind of like the characters, but the writers used the boyfriend hero trope way too much. Julia is a pretty good character, but I feel like she rushes into things and then needs to get saved too many times by her boyfriend. Spoilers ahead. With the main character’s boyfriend at college, she has to stay at home to take care of her mother (which is only brought up once at the beginning of the movie.) He meets a biology professor that had found the tape and for “extra credit,” the boyfriend watches the tape as an experiment to see if there is life after death. He goes MIA, and in comes the main character.

She goes to the college to look for her boyfriend and finds this group of students hooked in this experiment. To save her boyfriend, Julia watches the tape, but something is different. Her movie that she needs to show someone has more in it than everyone else. They follow the clues and they go to Samara’s hometown? This is where Rings separates from the other English Ring movies. We find out about Samara’s actual parents, instead of her adopted ones? As Julia tries to find Samara and make out the visions she is giving her, Julia and her boyfriend find out about how Samara’s father treated her and her mother? Even though Samara was abandoned. I think this is where I became confused between this one and the other two movies.

I don’t know, I’m going to hopefully rewatch the first two soon and come back to this to figure out the timelines. Rings wasn’t scary, but then again, neither were the first two movies. I wish Sadako vs. Kayako came to US theaters. I’d say it was good, but only if you like the first two. Watch it if you like.

The Call of Cthulhu (Short Story Review)

So I bought one of Barnes and Noble’s H.P. Lovecraft anthologies, and so far I really like it. I’ve only just finished “The Call of Cthulhu.” I love his world building, but sometimes Lovecraft’s wording is a bit odd. I would love to take a class on the evolution of the English language because sometimes he uses shew instead of show, and a couple other words that seem to be older versions of words we still use.

The characters are interesting, but only on the surface. I don’t really see them as a person, but more of a way to keep the story going. The setting is kind of all over the world, but also you can feel the world he’s building around Cthulhu. I understand now why people say he created his own mythology. I think the focus of this short story isn’t the main character, or his uncle, but Cthulhu. We get a lot more description of him, what he can do, and the effect he has on people. I really like the mythology he set up. I’m not sure what other stories of his are in this, or if they continue to set up the mythology, but I just know I want more. I really liked the story from the viewpoint of Cthulhu, other than that. Not so much.

Mr. Clean

Beep Beep Beep. Beep Beep Beep. “Don’t forget about the New Year’s Eve party tomorrow. Thanks ahead of time for volunteering your apartment this time.” Scrolled across his cellphone’s screen. Jack hadn’t volunteered his apartment, Claire did. At least he didn’t have to make snacks or buy alcohol. Jack walked around the apartment, picking up random socks and stuff here and there. Dirty plates and cups littered his glass top coffee table.

Jack cleared the coffee table and tried to decide if he should put some magazines down for tomorrow or not. He figured everyone would be too busy drinking anyway, so he left them on his bookcase. It had been a while, so Jack decided to dust and clean everywhere. He began in the livingroom. He wiped off the fingerprints from the glass top, vacuumed and dusted the TV.He could finally see himself in the screen. On to the kitchen then Jack thought.

He cleaned out whatever stunk up the fridge. The oven needed some tender love and care. Jack scrubbed the crust of something baked on from last Tuesday and wiped away the grease spots from the bacon he had that morning. Jack moved on to the sink and found the culprits of the mess still dirty in the sink. He poured out the bacon grease from the pan. Jack washed the dishes and put them in their rightful places and moved on to the sink itself. He used a disinfectant spray all over the sink and the counter. His head began to swim from the fumes, but went to the bathroom.

It wasn’t disgusting, but the bathroom definitely could use some work. He switched to “Scrubbing Bubbles” and sprayed the sink, toilet and shower. Jack could see the fumes in the air as he scrubbed and wiped. His sniffed the fumes and coughed. His mind fogged over. Static flowed through his body. His hands kind of became numb.Jack’s mind went on autopilot and just cleaned. Feeling took over and let go.

Ding dong.

Ding dong ding dong.

“Jack? Are you okay?” Claire called through the door. She knocked again. Still no answer. Claire took out her key for emergencies and opened the door. The apartment was spotless. “Jack?” Claire called again. Some mumbling could be heard from Jack’s bedroom. “Jack” She moved into his room. “Oh my god, Jack, what have you done?” She screamed. Claire called 911. “Hi, I need an ambulance at the Schloafer Apartment Complex. My friend’s hand are bleeding, and I don’t know how long he’s been this way…yes I’ll stay on the line until they get here.” Claire watched as Jack kept cleaning. His fingers were bleeding. Bits of skin were missing from his fingers. Smears of blood stained everything in the room. “Help is coming.” He wouldn’t stop scrubbing.

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Is That My Face?

Jared walked through a crowded sidewalk on his way home from work. It hadn’t been a nice day, and he just couldn’t wait to get home and relax. He stopped in a hole-in-the-wall pizzeria for dinner. Jared ordered a couple of plain pepperoni slices and left.

“I’m sorry.” He bumped into someone on the sidewalk. He swore the person looked like guy who was selling pizzas in that restaurant. He did a double take but went back to walking. His feet were on autopilot. His mind wandered and he noticed something odd. He saw them out of the corner of his eyes. The people he walked by looked the same? He stopped. The next person walking towards him looked the same. His heart thumped in his chest. What the fuck is going on? He thought. Jared ran. He tried to keep hold on his pizza. He looked in the windows of the buildings he passed. The reflection staring back at him was exactly like the others. He was one of them.

Jared screamed. I can’t be one of them! I just can’t. He thought. Jared ran to his apartment complex and up to the one he owned. He opened and slammed his door. He didn’t know what to do.He turned on the tv and a news channel flashed on. The news anchor looked like him.

“We have confirmation the man in question is not at his home.” Jared could hear helicopters flying around outside. “He is terribly dangerous. Please stay away from him at all costs.” The camera switched from the guy to a camera on the helicopter. It was pointing at his apartment window. He went to the window and opened the curtain. He saw a body in the window now.

Bang Bang Bang.

Someone was at the door.

Bang Bang Bang.

Jared’s mind swirled. He could hear the person slamming into the door. The door shook and creaked. Something tapped on his window. Before he could see what it was, the person smashed through the door and someone broke the window. They were both dressed in swat gear. The person from the window took out a gun and shot Jared in the neck. Cold spread from his neck and calmed his whole body. He fell to the ground and couldn’t feel anything. His mind went foggy.

“Where? Where am I?” Jared asked. His head felt like he drank 12 shots and a few beers.

“Ah good. You’re finally awake. Now, look at the metronome and let the soothing motion flow through you. Just relax.” A voice to Jared’s left said. He saw a metronome swinging back and forth. The ticking lulled him into a meditative state. “What are you?” Jared slurred.

“Shhh sh sh. You’re going to be okay. You won’t remember what happened.” The world went black around him.

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