When you were young

Child like joy is something I find I am always compelled to twist, and morph, until it is something dark. I feel that when it comes to fear, taking something as precious, as our school yard games, and making them perverse and evil… well nothing is scarier than that really. Imagine for a moment, that you are walking through a playground in that most odd hour of twilight. The darkness is creeping in on you from every direction, wrapping itself around you, whispering doubt into your ears. In the distance you see two small girls playing hopscotch, but instead of tossing a rock as a marker, they are tossing a human ear. It smacks against the black top with a most horrific plop. Over to your right a boy climbs up the jungle gym like a spider, all eight of his spindly legs moving with grace. His compound eyes lock onto yours and he smiles a fanged smile. To me the only thing more frightening than ruined innocence, are hospitals. But that’s a discussion for another day.

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Dreams

Dreams are really strange things. Are they your minds manifestation of stress? Or are they your subconscious trying to tell you something that you are too guarded to understand? I don’t know if they are either of those things, perhaps they are random mash ups and over exaggerations of real life. One thing is for sure though, they are inspirational. Even nightmares affect us profoundly. Lately my dreams have been so vivid, and so outrageous, they have provided a lot of material for my latest story “dreamscapes”. However they have also rekindled a love I’ve always had for dream interrupting. So my question to everyone is, what was one dream that affected you and in what ways.

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The Tundra – Prologue

The opening chapter to “Dreamscapes”

when a young women wakes up in a strange new place, she is forced to put her trust in the hands of a mysterious stranger. will he help her find her way back home, or are things in this world not what they seem?

{[ Darkness crept in slowly, like an inky mist; it cast the sky in different shades of purple and pink. It created a soft twilight, stray bits of light peeked through the trees that lined the horizon. The light bounced off the crystal white snow and refracted into a million colors casting rainbows across the icy white landscape.
She stood silently, her eyes searching wildly for the familiar face of her…. Savior? Foe?
“Nothing is as it seems” she whispered to herself, a little mantra a friend once told her… a mantra and a warning. It didn’t change anything, she still needed him in this unfamiliar place he was all she had to hold onto…
A bitterly icy wind tore through the valley; it spiraled up her dress and nipped her exposed bits of skin. Her bare feet were planted in the snow, they were nearly frozen now. Gently she wiggled her toes to make sure she still could. Another wind blew loose snow against her wind bitten face. After a moment the swirling mists of snow settled, that’s when she saw him. Across the frozen tundra, off in the distance, he stood tall. His raggy green jacket hung over his boney shoulder; he held it hooked in his long crooked finger. Messy brown hair blew around his handsome sculpted face. A sly smile breezed across his perfect mouth. Ice cold blue eyes twinkled in the setting sun.
She strained her eyes; she wanted to see every perfect detail of her… lover? Deceiver?
“I never thought you’d make it this far rabbit” he laughed, the sound filled her with incredible, almost unbearable warmth. She couldn’t even feel the cold anymore, she was vaguely away of its biting presences but her skin… was sticky with sweat.
“You’re nearly done rabbit… nearly” he said, he reached out a thin pale hand and nodded his head toward it, beckoning her to take it. Slowly she moved forward, she didn’t understand how or why, she was moving against her will. Her skin was so hot it melted the snow around her feet. With each step she left a wet grassy spot in her wake. A puffy mist flew before her with every stammering breath she took. It covered her vision, blinding her, hiding him from her. In that moment every fear she had come racing back into her thoughts. Only a moment… when her vision cleared and she could see his face again, the fear receded from her. He was her… morphine? Poison?
Before she could think, she had crossed the field, only a few steps separated her from him, and his knobby hand.
“Come with me rabbit, you’re so close” his voice sounded different though. It sounded distant, like a voice from a dream. She exhaled again, and again she was blind. Fear rose in her belly, twisting her stomach in knots. All the warmth faded from her body. The puff rose away, and she adjusted her eyes ready to see his face, ready to feel eased again.

He was gone….]}

Electronic, funk, and dreams oh my!

With Saint moving along swimmingly, I have found a bit of extra time to work on a little side project “Dreamscapes”. It’s been buzzing around in my head for awhile just begging to be free. I can no longer subdue the monster it has become, so I have unleashed it in a journal, where it will wreak havoc until I have tie to give it the proper amount of nurturing. I will be posting some snippets and teasers until then.

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The Finish Line

With the finish line for saints sinners and saviors, so very close, i have decided to focus all of my creative energy on wrapping it up. I will be updating regularlyto share bits of my lovely brain child.

{[Everything was dark…
Different shadowy shapes washed around, amorphous, ominous, blobs of grey and black. These evil shadows, they pulled jinx down, held her deep inside the blackest ocean. Fire licked the skin where their wispy tentacles held her. Her whole body felt heavy. Am I dead? She thought to herself. Was she on her way to hell? No, she thought, impossible in the distance beyond the fog of her mind some little part of her felt alive. She concentrated on that part of herself, as she tried to untangle reality from the webs of blackness.]}

Blood Lust

The thirst, all she could think about was the thirst and how it burned her throat. She could smell the blood it was near her, somewhere just out of her reach. She struggled to keep the blood lusting animal inside her at bay. But it was getting harder and harder to keep herself sane. Reality was becoming blurry and all she could see was red. She had felt this way before ,and it was dangerous.
“She needs blood, she’s lost so much. She needs to feed to get better. I don’t know what to do” Edward said mostly to himself it seemed. Victor stood just outside the door of the tiny patient room, his face was stone. His eyes were filled with thought; He chewed on his bottom lip just a little. Jinx could smell his blood; she could hear it flowing through his veins. A sweet symphony of decedent thick warm nourishment. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, she took in even breaths, in through the nose and out of the mouth. But the more breaths she took the worse the pain in her throat became. With every exhale she could feel her fangs grow longer and longer. It was too late she had lost her last grip on reality she wasn’t in control any more the animal that always live in her just beneath the surface, the other her that she hid from the world, was calling the shots now.
“I don’t know what to do I don’t I I … “Edward stammered. Victor went to turn around like he was going to leave, but stopped half way and turned back to her, his hands were trembling.
“Fuck” he snarled. He stormed into the room. Jinx wanted to tell him to run, but she couldn’t form words. Her body tensed as she went at him, his blood filled every one of her senses. Edward came down on her hard, his body pressing hers into the bed. She went to snap at Edward’s throat but his hand was on her face pinning it to the pillow before she could make the move. Victor slammed his hand down on the little steel table by the bed. He pulled up a scalpel that was already wet and red with blood, her own blood. In a quick slash, he brought the blade down over the soft tender flesh of his wrist. The smell was intoxicating, little red droplets fell to the floor. Pitter pat splat, the most amazing sound jinx had ever heard.
“What the hell are you doing hit man, your making her crazier” Edward hissed as he struggled to keep her down. Her teeth were full now, they hung low ever her bottom lip, and all she wanted to do was sink them into victors flesh. Victor squatted down by the bed, his eyes locked with hers. She felt like a hostage in her own body, like she was a little person inside her own head watching out of her own eyes as everything went wrong.
“Jinx look at me, you drink from my wrist only, you get to wild and I’ll put you down like a dog got me” victor said sternly. She wanted to scream at him, tell him how stupid he was being, she didn’t know if she could control herself once the blood hit her tongue.
“Let go of her head” victor demanded. Edward looked at him, he reluctantly eased his grip on her face. He kept his hand over her throat though. Victor raised the bleeding wrist to her lips, it felt so warm and so good. She latched on and drank deeply of his wickedly sweet blood. It rolled down her throat quenching the burning; the more she drank the more in control she felt. Victors face never changed he wore the same stern expression, as though he was trying to suppress his disgust. Jinx watched as his eyes darted everywhere but never met hers…

Leaving Home

Someone has opened the flood gates, get your raincoat.

{[sure peoples cared at first, about my parents dying. But it didn’t last long… once the news hit about my parents and their less then favorable mob connections, people stopped caring real fast. I went from the poor orphan boy, to the spawn of those damn criminals. People acted as though I somehow deserved to be punished for my parent’s sins. How ridiculous is that, as if I knew what they were doing.]}

In My Head

It all makes so much more sense. If only i could put on paper. Here is another chunk from the latest chapter of High Stakes, its starting to work itself out, slowly…

{[. Talking about things and actually doing them, well those are two very different things. You graduate first in your class, the whole world is yours right… wrong. A little piece of paper that says you graduated from so and so with a degree in what’s-its-name doesn’t guarantee you shit. If it did, I wouldn’t be writing for some gossip rag, in hotter than hell Los Vegas, writing bullshit articles on high rollers and show girls. ]}

A little taste

this is just a little taste of the current story in progress, “High Stakes”. it’s a tale of three con men, who get tangled up in a web of mobsters, secrets, and underground poker games.

the story features:
Annaleigh – a mouthy, tough, red-headed sex kitten from Tennessee.
Graham – a sophisticated drifter with a dark past.
Baxter – a rough personality from the inner city who trusts no one.

{[“Annaleigh, you listen here. You don’t wanna end up like your mama and me. There ain't no hope for gals like us. But you, little one…you have all the potential in the world. You just gotta get the heck outta this small town. Get out there in the real world and make something outta yourself. Make them say your name Anna, any way you can.” Yup, that’s what she used to tell 9 year old me while she fished ones outta her panties.]}

The Birth

I shut my eyes and laid down in bed, snuggled safe in my covers prepared for dreaming. As I drifted to sleep I was suddenly transported to another time and place. I was standing in a grey dusty church yard. All around me were little head stones, the kind that were as old as they seemed. The ground beneath my bare feet felt rough and rocky. As I took in my surroundings I became suddenly aware, that I wasn’t alone. From the corner of my eye a dark figure entered through the church yard gates. It was a man, he was tall, frightening, handsome, and he didn’t seem notice me. Curiosity made me call out to him. My voice sounded distant and muted, the stranger didn’t seem to hear it. It was then I realized that I was like a ghost, only visiting this strange world. The man he stood there for what seemed like forever. His hands fidgeted around inside his pockets. The man wore anxiety all over his scared face. That’s when I heard the sound of heels on pavement, the sound of gunfire. The sound made the stranger stand at attention. Suddenly… he pulled out the biggest gun I have ever laid eyes on. He pointed it straight ahead, his hands shaking just a little. Fear settled in the pit of my stomach.

That’s when I saw her; she wore a simple grey suit, and a large racing style hat. Her face was hidden in shadows. She came to halt a short distance from the strange man. He held the gun steady it was aimed directly at his heart. She didn’t seem afraid despite the situation at hand. She broke the silence, and in the warmest voice she said “you’re here to kill me aren’t you”
A dream, so unplanned, yet so inspiring. That would be the official birth of my lovely brain child “saint”. It would take nearly a year to get from its original conception, to the point where I was prepared to sit down and write it. Once the actually writing began it seemed to just flow out of me. Day and night all I could do was eat, sleep and breathe saint. I became immersed in the deep seedy world of vampires and mobsters. When all was said and done I just had to share this book with the world, jinx and victor, my anti-heros, they needed to be known. I won’t say anymore because at the end of the day I want you to formulate your own opinions about the story and the characters. If you care to read chapter one, it is posted in the stories and snippets section and if you’re interested in the whole story, you can find it here Saint

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Xox Crimson-Skye