Soooo, one day I hope to become a published author. Someday. Anyways, I thought I might as well post my stories and see what you think. Some are really short, some are really long, it just depends on my mood.

This one came from...I have no idea. I saw a person on TV shoot a deer so my thought was, "Oh my god! They killed Bambi!" Then...a story happened.

You Killed Bambi!

I heard a gunshot and a high pitched squeal. Running over to the noise, I gasped. There lay a dead fawn on the ground, blood trickling from its’ neck. Turning around I saw a man heading toward us, gun tucked under his arm. I glared hatefully at the man and walked up to him, poking his chest. “You, sir, are cruel. Do you realize what you just done?!” I shrieked.

“I killed a deer?”

My mouth dropped open is disbelief. “You didn’t just kill a deer! You killed freaking Bambi!”

The man scoffed and began laughing. “Bambi, shmambi, it’s just an animal.”

This guy was really beginning to get on my nerves. “Oh really? Just a deer? You do realize that this is private property, therefore I could turn you in to the game warden.”

I smirked as the man’s dark, stormy grey eyes widened. “You wouldn’t turn me in. You couldn’t. This probably isn’t even your land!”

Pulling out a deed, I smiled sweetly at him. “Oh, dear sir, you are mistaken. It is my land.”

“Stop calling me sir, the name is Erin. What does it matter to you, girly, that I kill an animal on your land? It’s just a deer.”

I shook my head at him. Erin really didn’t have any common sense. “The name is Carly, Erin. It does matter to me that you killed this deer on my land because, it is Bambi! Can I not stress that to you enough? What if Bambi had a mother or a father that was heart-broken over his loss?! HUH?!”

“Carly, what if I let you shoot a deer? If you feel any pleasure at all from shooting dear ‘Bambi’ you won’t turn me in. Sound like a fair deal?”

Nodding, I said, “Yeah, fair deal.”

Erin led me to a tree stand and we climbed up it and just sat there….and sat. Hunting really was boring in my opinion. You just sat there waiting for a buck that would never show. The sun beat down on you and you sweat the whole entire day. What was the fun in this? Then, there was the whole part of being quiet that I hated. I mean, seriously, would a deer really hear you all the way from high up in a tree?

Suddenly, Erin jerked both of us up. “Look, right there. There’s a 6-point buck. Shoot it.”

Erin handed me the gun and I loaded it and put it up to my shoulder, steadying it. Cocking it, I pulled the trigger and an explosion sounded. The buck peered up, but that was the last thing it ever saw. The bullet hit it square in the head, and it collapsed. I gasped and collapsed down on the tree stand. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I killed Bambi’s dad!” I wailed.

Erin patted my shoulder, “Props to you, getting a 6-pointer. That’ll look nice on your wall.”

I shook my head back and forth, tears threatening to fall. “No it won’t! You can have it! I don’t want a reminder of my killing Bambi’s dad!”

Erin glanced down at me; he seemed shocked about my ranting. “Carly, are you about to cry?”

I sniffled and a tear escaped; my bottom lip trembled and I said in an attempt to sound strong. “No, I’m not about to cry!”

Erin wiped the stray tear off my face. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry Carly, if I knew you would you react this bad to killing him I wouldn’t have made you shoot. I’m sorry.”

I pushed his hand away. “Don’t be sorry. After all it’s only a poor, sad, little animal.”

“How about I make it up to you?”

I glanced up at Erin. For a guy, he was kind of…beautiful. “With what?”

Erin began his descent down the tree. He yelled out, “How about I pick you up at seven and we go out to dinner?”

Heading down with him I said, “Yeah that sounds good. I’ll see you then.” Jumping from my place on the ladder I touched down neatly on the ground. “By the way, I’m not calling the cops on you.”

Erin laughed and yelled to me and I began walking away, “So you enjoyed it?”

I turned back around, gun cocked and pointed at him. “More than you know.”

His eyes widened and he said, “No, no, no, no. You can’t shoot me!”

I fired the gun and he fell from the tree, falling down onto the ground. “I just did…it’s your fault you know, you’re the one who killed Bambi.”

I walked off once more, gun slung over my shoulder. Well….crap. Oh well, the wolves, coyotes, and vultures would soon take care of all the bodies. Erin had what was coming to him. After all, he killed Bambi.

Moar.

Yeahhh, I have lots of these so don't really expect an end.

Title: Click. Capture the Moment.
Warnings: Suicide.

Click. That was the sound of my camera catching the moments of this world. We, the people of Earth, live in a rush. Everything is set by appointments; on the highway speeds get upped in order to suit the demand of ‘rushing.’ I was never the one to go for jobs where you had to be in an office all day. Instead, I made my living doing exactly what I was doing now. I caught those brief moments in time that should be preserved.

Walking back into my house I sighed; self portraits, painting, landscapes, and photographs cluttered the walls. My forever ready photo printer lay amongst the chaos I called a living room. Putting on my slippers I made my way to the room that brought back so many memories. Even here, pictures were placed all over of my ‘best friend’ and I. Looking at them all it brought back a torrent of memories and a flood of tears. Even though it’s been a week since Caleb passed his absence is overpowering.

The day Caleb passed he told me that he loved me. I know that as best friends we have a mutual ‘love’, but Caleb was being completely serious when he said, “Adele, I don’t care what you think of this statement but don’t give up our friendship on this. Adele I love you, seriously love you. You are what keeps me going when struggles arise; just knowing that you’re here I can make it through.”

Caleb was the man that could make me, yet he was also the very same one who could break me. That night after our ‘moment’ spent together came to an abrupt end as Caleb started coughing up blood. Blood started pouring out from his mouth and then he passed out. I called ‘911’ and they rushed to the place. As we practically flew to the hospital I prayed that nothing could be seriously wrong with Caleb…I was wrong.

Caleb was hooked up to a heart monitor, numerous IV’s, and a breath pump while the doctor told me what was wrong. Caleb’s body was in the far stages of leukemia, there was nothing they could do to save him; Caleb had at most a couple of hours to live. Nodding at the doctor then going to Caleb I grasped his hand a cried. My love was going to die…

Caleb’s parents came in and glanced at my hovering by his hospital bed while tears rolled down my face. Deciding to let his parents be with him alone I murmured, “I love you,” then walked out of the room. Seconds later I heard the monitor flat-line…

The next couple of days were a blur. I remember Caleb’s funeral, but all I can vividly recall was his casket being lowered into the ground. Leaving the cemetery I drove home in utter silence; not one noise erupted from the speakers or me. When I got home I crashed down onto my bed prepared to sleep when something caught my eye.

An envelope was tucked under my pillow with my name messily scrawled on it. Knowing that writing from anywhere I knew this was Caleb. Opening it I began reading my letter that was enclosed:

“Dearest Adele,

If you ever find this I will probably be gone. I should’ve been dead years ago but you brought the light back into my eyes; I now have a reason to live.

When I was born I was diagnosed with leukemia. Through the years I’ve battled with it and I’m down to the end of the line. Every day for the past month I’ve walked the fine line between life and death; I’m sick and tired of it. I know my time is close, but do me one favor. Keep capturing those moments that you love, you’ll go far. Always capture the moment as you did with us.

Be what you want and do what makes you happy, I’m behind you all the way. When I’m gone I’ll be there watching over you. We’ll meet up again one day, I promise.

Loving you until the end of foreve- because r ends it,

Caleb.”
That day I made my choice and now laying here with my camera and pills beside me, I couldn’t go back on it. I was never one for pain so I chose the easy way out. Taking a picture of the pills, I uncapped the lid and poured six into my hand. Taking them slowly, I thought that six couldn’t possibly be enough. Dropping five more into my hand I took a picture of that too and took them. Today I was “capturing the moment.”

Minutes, or it could’ve been longer, they ticked by. My eyes started drooping shut and I could feel my breaths becoming shallower. Dying wasn’t so bad, not when I did it to see the one I loved. Getting one last picture of me my body fell back onto the bed. My last thought was, “Capturing the moment complete. If I’m dying, well so be it; I’m happy knowing that I can see you again Caleb.”


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Floating down an angel with black wings spoke, “Nobody really knows the real reason Adele killed herself, not one living soul. Some say she did it because she was crazy, others say it was because of depression. I know why Adele killed herself because it was me. I ended my life because I knew there was somebody waiting up here for me. Even though originally I couldn’t get in to see him, he came down for me.”

Another angel with gray wings came and wrapped his arms around Adele. Speaking in a caring voice he said, “And I would do it time and time again.”

Adele and the gray winged angel went off, arms wrapped around each other smiling. “As would I Caleb, as would I.”


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Lying down on the ground a girl and her friend were talking quietly as not to disturb what they were watching. Pulling out her camera, the girl took a picture of two angels, one black-winged and one gray-winged with their arms wound around each other with one small, final click.

Wrote this a lonnnnnnnng time ago, tried my hand at the you thing. I didn't like not having names for my people, but hey, it was easier.

Do What Makes You Happy

At the lunch table you sit there, earphones in your ears, music blasting. Emotions overpowering everything; is it sadness or anger radiating from your eyes? Those cerulean eyes that have seen too much, know too much, and will see only so much more.

I watch you from a short distance, taking note on the atmosphere around you. The indefiniteness keeps me from speaking, mad or sad I couldn’t tell, yet I would never ask. You stood up and sat beside me, holding out an earphone. Taking it I immediately recognized the song as “Until the Day I Die” by Story of the Year.

Your head bowed and I understood the meaning of it. Reaching over I clasped your hand in mine. You knew I got the meaning and spoke quietly, “I don’t know if I should or not…”

Running my fingers over your scarred knuckles I replied, “Do what makes you happy.”

I received a short laugh and a strangled reply. “Happy?”

I pulled you up from our table and we skipped school that day. I took you around the city, showing you ‘happy.’ As it got late into the night we returned to my house. You have me a quick hug and said in that deliciously soft voice of yours, “Thanks.”

“No problem.” I returned the hug and went into my house, falling into a deep sleep on the couch not knowing what tomorrow may hold.

The next day I sat through three classes wondering if I would see you or not. Walking into lunch I grinned. There you sat at my table, earphones in your ears, and music blasting. I sat down beside you and took an earphone to put in my ear. The song “You’re the One” by A Thorn for Every Heart greeted them. I looked up at you, eyebrow raised.

You linked our hands and said, “So…you accept?”

Nodding I said, “Yes, yes I do because: you’re my something, you are my everything, you’re the one that makes me feel alive!”

A grin arose on your face and you looked…happy. Joining in you sang, “You end my suffering, you end my misery,” and then adding in your own lyric you said, “and you make me happy.”

warning: may cause temporary insanity and "wtf jess, you're demented." BUT I LOVE YOU ALL JUST THE SAME. <3

Night of Vengeance

It’s a time to embrace the darkness,
Let in no light;
But alas, only for a night.
Children running, screaming, playing, showing off their costumes,
The demons feed off of their excited and frightened fumes.
For some, Halloween has become more than just saying, “Trick-or-treat,”
Others see it as a time to sink their claws and weapons into some meat.
A night of vengeance,
A night of lust;
This Halloween sure isn’t going to be a bust.

You think you know them,
But do you really know the man behind the mask?
Run quickly, you better hurry away, and fast.
A night of vengeance,
A night of doom;
Three troubled teens huddle together in a room.
Not just any room, but one in particular;
One each of them seemed to have a fascination for.

He said that they were only going to play a game,
Sad thing is, after today nobody will even know each other’s name.
It could’ve been fabulous,
Each one of them had a gift…
They all denied it and look where it got them.
One by one they were taken out for not standing up to him.
A night of vengeance,
A night of no light;
This is how you make the perfect night of fright.

Quick, pulls yourself together now, you could be next;
Too bad your cell phone has no service to send a text.
“If you do this, you’ll live,” he said.
The next group of men didn’t listen so they were mangled instead.
There was only one survivor and he was left chained to a bed.
A night of vengeance,
A night of knives;
It has to stop, for he can take only so many lives.

You think you have it all figured out,
In your mind there’s not even a doubt.
Knives, razorblades, and scalpels slash,
Perhaps this is the end of this demented blood bath…
Too soon a hidden girl spoke…
The murdered turned to her and wrapped his hands around her throat, beginning to choke.
She thrashed,
He gripped,
With a heavy kick, his hands began to slip.
The girl smiled wickedly for it was the man’s turn to take a “trip.”
A night of vengeance,
A night of lies;
This man was sure in for a surprise.

The mask hid her face well,
With it on, not a soul could tell;
Picking up a gun she tilted her head as if trying to decide,
One shot was all she needed, executioner before he was even tried.
Setting the gun down, she then picked up some barbwire,
Shrugging, she set it down too, for his screams would surely never tire.
The next object she picked up was a crow bar,
Grinning maniacally she gouged his eyes out and put them into a nearby jar.
She laughed, he heard…
He also knew he wouldn’t get in the final word.
Lastly, she picked up a scythe,
And with that, she slit it across his throat, spewing blood, and ending his life.
Closing up the “fun house” the girl smiled under her mask.
Perhaps next year, this would be her task.
A night of vengeance,
A night of joy;
The girl walked out, mask on, twirling her new toy.

-GASP.- Another story from me for Halloween?! You guise are sosososo lucky.

Don’t Go, I’ll Eat You Up I Love You So.

My boyfriend was very...odd to say the least. In school he was the guy that all the girls drooled over, the guy that could actually say something and be heard; Farrel was the guy that everyone wanted to be, and for good reason.

You see, in the small, messed up town in the middle of the boondocks, there were clans...not just any clans though, werewolf clans. Outside of school was when Farrel's animalistic side took over; rarely was he seen out of his wolf from. Farrel didn't eat human food, didn't enjoy being part human, and hated humans for all that we're worth. Sadly, I'm a human. Now do you see what I said abouth him being odd?

These reasons were why today, on Halloween of all days, I was going to break up with him. Another reason was that he was imperious and possessive. I mean really, is there no such thing as a personal space bubble or "me" time when he was concerned?

Sighing, I fell back onto the meadows' ground, which was our meeting place. Hearing a thump, I glanced up to see Farrel slowly morphing back to his human form. "What did you want to speak about Kara?"

"Maybe I just want to speak."

Farrel let out a low chuckle. "You humans, so...talkative. Can you not shut up for a second?"

That was the last straw for me. Farrel was always belittling my kind, always seeing himself as superior; I was tired of it! "Farrel just shut up. If you just listen to me you'll understand why I want to speak to you." Farrel nodded, as if he was giving me permission to continue! Jerk. "Farrel, to be quite honest with you, I'm tired of this." Gesturing my hand from him to me, I continued, "Tired of us."

Farrel tilted his head to the side, as if not getting what I was saying. He was always kind of...slow, if you get what I mean. Apparently he did indeed understand because I could hear a growl rumble up into his throat. "Kara, do you mean to that that it's over?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. We're over Farrel." I got up from my spot in the meadow and began walking away. "Just leave me alone. Don't talk to me, don't try to contact me, don't do anything!"

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I stiffened up. Farrel said, in a dangerously low voice, "You do know what's going to happen right?"

I shook my head, intent on not letting my fear show. Farrel wasn't going to get to me, he wasn't. That was the way people would always lose against him; they would allow him to manipulate their fears! Farrel turned me around and forced me to meet his gaze, chin locked in his grasp. "The last girl who broke up with me was never seen again."

In that moment I knew what I had to do. Quickly analyzing Farrel's grip on me I realized that I could get away. So I did what my momma always told me to do and kneed him in the groin. He let out an agonizing groan as I turned around and began to run my exercise-hating butt off! Trust me; it's a lot easier to run when you have a murderous werewolf behind you.
Hearing a howl, I picked up the pace as I knew Farrel could catch up to me quicker in his wolf form. Hopping over a stump I yelped as my foot got hung up in a tree root by it.

Trying to yank my foot out didn't work; it only made the situation worse. All I could hear was my heavy, labored breathing. Trying to keep as quiet as possible, I took out my pocket knife and began hacking at the tree root. Finally loosening it to where I could slip my foot out, I did and got up, running again.

I couldn't hear anything, just the crackle of my feet crushing the leaves and my mind screaming at me to, "KEEP RUNNING!" I should've been paying attention more because as soon as I broke free of the woods, I ran straight into Wolf-Farrel, who tackled me to the ground. This time he didn't let me go.

The last thing I really do remember was Farrel's thoughts penetrating my mind and saying, "Don't go, I'll eat you up I love you so."




Soooooooo....there could possibly be a sequel. Possibly. Maybe. I don't know. OPINIONS?!

Another poem from ME. Of course. ;D




The end?
Or is it only the beginning?
A fabulous story left to unfold.
All you have to do is let it be told.

Life is never what it seems,
Maybe it’s all just a figment of our dreams.
Your dreams, my dreams, they’re all the same;
We all want to have our time to embrace fame.

Fame is less than infamy, or so they say.
Infamy is one thing that will never go away.
All your life, you’re known for the wrong;
You cannot drown that out with a bottle, or an irritating song.

Songs, they express the feelings of what you want.
But is that really what you want?
To let everyone know how you’re feeling,
How your life really is?

We all mess up,
Some more than others;
Just like some people are more at fault than another.
The truth, the lies, everything that was supposedly true;
That is until they turned into something you wished you never knew.

Everyone has something to do in their life,
You just have to find what you’re good at.
Jack-of-all-trades, master of none.
The skills that you’re good at are there, just hidden;
Look for it and you may end up with a surprise.

Can you believe what you see before your eyes?
So many people, so many faces,
All hiding things below their masks;
Masks of solitude, of inapproachability, of hatefulness.

In truth, they’re just like you and I,
They want to be loved, to be accepted, even have some friends…
Someone to share everything with, not hide one single thought.
Some will come to realize that the best friends cannot be bought.

Money makes the world go ‘round, not love.
If it were love there wouldn’t be war, there wouldn’t be famine;
There wouldn’t be hate, there wouldn’t be rape;
All of the world now is being suffocated slowly by yellow police tape.

You think you know what is next in your life;
Are you psychic? Can you tell the future?
It can change in a second, paths intertwining, dead ends popping up.
Are you the one who is going to be the next to give up?

Giving up is not an option.
At times life may suck, but it’s for a reason.
Remember that everything happens for a reason.
The good, the bad, everything.

Death even happens for a reason.
You don’t think it now,
But I’m sure you will one day;
Not all that you want will ever go your way.

Not everyone wants to listen and be in awe over what you have to say.
They cover their ears,
They close their eyes;
This seems to be the only way to tune out the lies.

Lies take the place of the truth.
Truth is stranger than fiction.
Fiction is the lie.
Good fiction is the truth within the lie.
And that is one truth I’m willing to share,
After all, my words aren’t going anywhere.

Out of my writing funk! Here's the first of what I hope to upload of... 3 stories tonight.

Coffee Shop Readings

There are moments when you know the world revolves entirely around you. Those moments are when you rule all and you feel invincible. Nothing can stop you from doing things that day. The world could be out to get you and it doesn’t even matter then, because you know that nothing can stop you. If only for a day you’ll be doing what you want and feel no regret, which leads us to the life of Riley Benjamin.

Riley was your average working college student, day in and day out Riley worked at the local Barnes and Nobel selling coffee. In this little minimum wage paying job he got to meet and see a variety of people. He saw the jocks who were forced to read, the geeks who had a passion for reading; the writers who were there for their hourly coffee fix and the artsy types who were there for inspiration.

He sat there behind his counter taking in the details of the world around him, seeing everything in a different light. It was amazing what you could see in a bookstore. By the way people handled themselves and what they ordered, he could figure out their personalities, and later, if they came back he would soon be able to unravel the mystery about them.

Today was no exception. Sitting behind his counter Riley spun around on his chair lazily, dark brown hair swishing to the right and left as he settled back down. About to spin the chair again, he was halted by a subtle tapping on the counter. Looking up, he smiled his “I have to be nice to you because I’m paid to” smile and said, “Hello! Welcome to Starbucks coffee located in your local Barnes and Nobel, how may I help you?”

A girl, she was probably no older than eighteen flicked her black her to the side and said impatiently, “Can I get a steaming cup of coffee? Black.”

Ringing her up, Riley was perplexed. Somebody as young as this girl already drinking straight black coffee. So… serious. Taking the girl’s money he gave her a once over. From her colorful, checkered vest, purple tight fitting jeans, and brightly colored Converse she didn’t seem as if she would be a very serious girl but hey, we all get surprises right? Going and pouring some of the steaming concoction into a cup, Riley put a lid on it and handed it to the girl saying, “Have a nice day.”

The girl scoffed and went to sit down at the counter, “As if I could.”

Seriously? There are times when Riley wondered if he would ever quit Starbucks. Today was unfortunately one of those days. Sometimes people were just so hateful! What had Riley done so wrong to deserve this angst? Nothing, that’s what! Clocking out for his lunch break, Riley made himself a mocha and went to sit down beside Serious Girl. Nodding his head he said, “What’s up?”

Glaring her icy blue eyes at Riley, the girl all but snarled, “Don’t you get it? I’m not having a good day. Leave me alone.”

“Ah, so I was right, you are serious.”

Turning to face Riley the girl raised her eyebrow, “Serious?”

Riley nodded, he had got the girl already and she didn’t even know it. “So what’s your name? I would like to know it, seeing as we have a conversation going…”

Shoving her bangs away from her face the girl easily replied, “My name is Erica, and you are?”

“Riley Benjamin, pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise. So what did you mean by me being serious?”

Standing up, Riley extended his arm and said, “Care to go for a walk?”

Sitting stubbornly there Erica crossed her arms. “You really expect me to go off with some coffee shop guy I barely know?”

Heh. Smart girl. Riley began to reevaluate his options, 1) Drag her out of the shop, 2) Demand that they go walking, 3) Subtly “convince” her, or 4) Giving up, which was not a real option at all. “Please come walking with me Erica, it’s only to the end of the block and back. I’ll get you as much coffee as you want here with my credits…”

Taking hold of Riley’s arm Erica stood up and began pulling Riley out of the store. So it was some coffee that won her over, how… lame. Walking out into the streets of New York they were welcomed by the overwhelming mass of people that surged this way and that. Linking his hand in Erica’s, Riley pulled them off in a direction.

Struggling to catch up Erica ran forward and began talking. “So what do you mean about me being serious?”

“Well you see, having worked at Starbucks for so long I’ve become accustomed to which type of people order which coffee. Now “serious” people usually order black coffee because they are a no-nonsense group that doesn’t like things messed up from the naturalness of it all. Which in this case, even though you dress very stylish and seem like a fun person, the fact of the matter is that you’re serious most of the time.”

Glancing to the side at Erica, Riley laughed. Erica looked so dumbstruck, it was just what he thought. Walking into Times Square with Erica they were overtaken by a group of kids dancing as the sky began to slowly pour down rain. Yelling, “My hair,” Erica hurriedly made her way to a covered area.

Snickering Riley just stood out there in the rain starting to spin around. “See what I mean Erica? You’re so serious! Just for once… chill out and enjoy yourself.” Grabbing Erica’s wrist, Riley swung her out into the rain with him and began dancing with her. “See what I mean? Just have fun with it!”

Erica began jumping and dancing with Riley, all inhibitions thrown to the wind. “You’re right! This is the most fun I’ve had in years!”

Spinning in circles they headed back onto the sidewalk under the rain coverings. Laughing, Erica linked her hand in Riley’s hand and they began walking back to Barnes and Nobel. Stopping suddenly, Riley pulled himself and Erica into an alleyway.
Pressing her up against the building, Riley furiously kissed Erica and gripped her waist. At first Erica was surprised then she started kissing Riley back with growing enthusiasm whilst wrapping her arms around him. Pulling away for a second Riley mumbled, “Not so bad for a serious girl.”

Smiling and pressing a quick kiss to his lips Erica said, “Well… I’m not serious all the time.”

“Well… just because you’re serious doesn’t mean you’re smart, and obviously I don’t think you are.” Grinning maliciously, Riley bared his pointed teeth. “Guess what I am hun?”

Erica’s eyes widened and she whispered, “…a vampire?”

“Damn straight.” Burying his face into her neck and covering Erica’s mouth with his hand, Riley bit down viciously on her neck, tearing her jugular. He couldn’t help it, sometimes…. A vampire had to do what they had to do. It didn’t matter the time of the day. Sucking on Erica’s neck, he continued to drain her. Stealing a quick glance at her face he was tempted to smile. It was frozen in a look of pure horror and that was something that was priceless each and every time, whether it was the girl from the coffee shop or the whore off of the street corner.

It’s not like he wanted to kill Erica, she was a sweet girl really, and if she was a fellow vampire he would’ve enjoyed having a relationship with her. It just went to prove that their kinds were not meant to be together like that fairy pansy and his wife. What were their names again? Oh well, Riley supposed if he couldn’t remember the names they weren’t worth the trouble.

Besides, reading people was easier than it seemed. Hell, even if he wasn’t a vampire he could do that. After all, coffee shops were the best places to learn. You never know who or what you’re going to meet, and best of all, each and every person Riley did meet he didn’t have a single regret about it.

This one is very Saw and Repo!-esque. I'm thinking about making it into a full series, but... I don't know. Whenever I have the time I suppose.

Bloodbath

Music filled the ballroom as the conductor took her place on the podium that was inset into the stage to provide the audience with a view of the orchestra as well as the conductor. Standing still she brought the orchestra’s sound down so the room was in complete silence. Turning around to face the audience she said, “Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Coralyn and I will be your conductor for the evening. I would like to thank you for taking the opportunity to come to the show. Behind me sits a series of professionals; they may not seem like it, but their life is doing this right here, and that is what makes a professional.”

Nodding to the doormen in the back they moved to close the doors. Nobody would be allowed to get into the show anymore, and nobody would be allowed to get out. Slowly raising her arms and beginning to lead the orchestra through their movements, the violins mournful tone started while the cellos provided a darker background for it all.

The audience could do nothing but look helplessly on in awe as they watched Coralyn control the orchestra with such ease. With a swish of the wand the orchestra would obey, it was as if Coralyn was born to orchestrate.

Members of the orchestra grinned as they neared the climax of the song. The audience had no clue as to what could possibly be in store for them. House lights went black as Coralyn pulled a mask off of her podium and set it on her face. It was black with a single red ‘x’ drew jaggedly on it. Conducting with more ferocity than before she hit a button that controlled the wireless microphone attached to her tail coat.

Coralyn’s voice was deeper now that the mask was on her face and she began speaking while conducting the orchestra. “Hello again, what stands before you is a group of professionals. Not only in music, but in the ‘game.’ What all of you have been half-heartedly living was your life. Day in and day out, just floating by everyone doing nothing about the state it’s in. Life, it’s a very complicated and funny thing. One day you’re knocking on Death’s door and then next day you’re up here conducting. That day so many years ago I learned to appreciate what I’ve got, but the real question is: have you?”

The orchestra’s loudness rose as Coralyn’s hands rose higher up into the air. She began conducting faster, drawing them to their limits. Tonight was a night that no mistakes could be made, it would put the entire plan into jeopardy. Continuing on, Coralyn spoke again, “When you all arrived here many of you tried our complimentary wine that was infused with a slow working poison. The poison works in stages. Thirty minutes from now many of you will began coughing up blood… One hour from now many of you will bear witness to your intestines slowly disintegrating. It only gets worse from there on out. All throughout the building your cures are hidden, but at a price. What are you willing to give up in order to life your ‘life?’”

The audience began panicking as the seriousness of the situation sunk in. They were naught but pawns in a demented chess game. Many of them tried to leave but the doormen quickly dashed that hope as they each withdrew their guns.

You couldn’t tell it but Coralyn was smiling behind her mask. “Let the games begin.” Screams echoed throughout the building as the audience scrambled to find their cure. Bloodbath… it was going to be a bloodbath.

Little random thing I wrote experimenting writing like that. It was pretty fun.

Do What Makes You Happy

At the lunch table you sit there, earphones in your ears, music blasting. Emotions overpowering everything; is it sadness or anger radiating from your eyes? Those cerulean eyes that have seen too much, know too much, and will see only so much more.

I watch you from a short distance, taking note on the atmosphere around you. The indefiniteness keeps me from speaking, mad or sad I couldn't tell, yet I would never ask. You stood up and sat beside me, holding out an earphone. Taking it I immediately recognized the song as "Until the Day I Die" by Story of the Year.

Your head bowed and I understood the meaning of it. Reaching over I clasped your hand in mine. You knew I got the meaning and spoke quietly, "I don't know if I should or not…"

Running my fingers over your scarred knuckles I replied, "Do what makes you happy."

I received a short laugh and a strangled reply. "Happy?"

I pulled you up from our table and we skipped school that day. I took you around the city, showing you 'happy.' As it got late into the night we returned to my house. You have me a quick hug and said in that deliciously soft voice of yours, "Thanks."

"No problem." I returned the hug and went into my house, falling into a deep sleep on the couch not knowing what tomorrow may hold.

The next day I sat through three classes wondering if I would see you or not. Walking into lunch I grinned. There you sat at my table, earphones in your ears, and music blasting. I sat down beside you and took an earphone to put in my ear. The song "You're the One" by A Thorn for Every Heart greeted them. I looked up at you, eyebrow raised.

You linked our hands and said, "So…you accept?"

Nodding I said, "Yes, yes I do because: you're my something, you are my everything, you're the one that makes me feel alive!"

A grin arose on your face and you looked…happy. Joining in you sang, "You end my suffering, you end my misery," and then adding in your own lyric you said, "and you make me happy."