Alright well here is the prologue.. I have changed this so many times.. ha I am mostly happy with it, though the beginning part is still giving me problems, but oh well! After I post the chapters here I am going to try this new writing method I learned and see if that helps at all.. so who knows.. anyways.. two posts in one day! Crazy I know! Enjoy and may you always be reading!! =)
Sweet Torture
Prologue:
“Do you have to go to the army? We need you here. Your father is sick and I can’t take care of him by myself.”
“I’m sorry, but I need to do this. If I am recruited, I get paid for it and I can send it back here to help you out.” Her eyes pleaded with me, but I gave her a big hug and headed out the door towards the recruiting tents. As I left one word, “Drake…” floated to my ears.
Valentine had been doing this recruiting job for a while, trying to find his perfect match. When he had been made he never thought he would get bored or lonely enough with this life to want a companion by his side; but now he did. He craved for someone who would follow him no matter what and maybe every once in a while allow for some good conversation. He basically wanted a minion, albeit a smart minion.
Valentine tried not to look bored telling these men yes or no, telling them whether they were good enough to sacrifice their life for their country or not. They were just humans; he didn’t care if all of them died as long as he could find his companion. As long as he could find the one to turn, to make like himself, the one who would be the perfect match for him. He perked up a little as the energy hit him; someone in line smelled delicious and Valentine wanted him. Valentine started saying yes to everyone, not even looking at their papers, eager to have this man in front of him,
The closer he got the more his smell intoxicated Valentine. He must have that man for himself. Valentine touched the young man’s mind and discovered that his dad was dying and he was the only son. He also found out the young man’s name; “Drake…” Valentine whispered to himself. Valentine forced his way into the thoughts of the office talking to Drake,, telling the man that Drake was not to be let into the army; he was an only son with a sick dad, he had to be there to help his dad and to support his mom.
From Valentine’s seat, he could hear Drake’s frustration when he was rejected and Valentine let a small smile play across his lips before telling more men yes or no. He saw Drake turn to leave and knew that he had to get to Drake’s house before he did. Valentine left his table; making sure to insert thoughts into the other officer’s minds, letting them think it was OK for him to leave. No one questioned him as he left and he was at Drake’s house two seconds later. Upon entering Drake’s house, Drake’s mom was the first person Valentine saw. He was immediately upon her before she even had a chance to see him, taking a snack from her, then breaking her neck. He went into the father’s room, saw him looking so pathetic lying in bed and cut his throat open. The blood smelled sickly; Valentine left it untouched, he would wait for Drake. A few minutes later Drake walked through the door saying, “Well you got your wish, Ma, they rejected me. Said they wouldn’t take a dying father’s only…” Drake stopped, taking in the scene around him. He saw his mom, half sitting in her favorite chair, her head at an odd angle. An acrid smell hit his nose; the smell of blood strong in the small house. “What in the hell…?” Valentine grabbed Drake’s shoulder, forcing him to turn and face him. Drake was instantly lost in Valentine’s eyes; he saw only joy there, joy that he had always wanted, away from his sick father and tired mother. “Celestine…”, Drake whispered, seeing her in Valentine’s eyes, reaching out to her, trying to keep her with him.. Drake grimaced as Valentine drew his mouth closer to Drake’s neck, but the grimace soon turned to a grin as the pain of Valentine’s teeth was replaced with pure joy; albeit fake joy, but joy that Drake had only ever known with his elusive girl, Celestine, and would never know again.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Ugly Hands
Here is something I am in the process of working on... I like this one, I just need to edit it and fix a few problems with it.. plus figure out where it is going.. But this is one of my favorite short stories, besides "The Patient" (which I actually want to make into a longer story because I really like that one!) Also, I think to help me out I am going to post ST chapter by chapter so I can kind of step away from it and see each chapter apart from the rest of the story... anyways, enjoy!
I stared at the cars, mesmerized by their movements. They reminded me of a ballet: these two cars changing lanes at exactly the same time, as if they were choreographed, that car changing lanes right after the one if front of it, as if they were partners following one another. I kept staring at the cars until I caught site of my hands on the steering wheel. Those ugly, hateful things… those stupid things that couldn’t even… that wouldn’t even…
BAM!
I had been so focused on my ugly hands that I hadn’t noticed that the SUV in front of me had stopped until I had ran into it. Murphy’s Law at its finest. I put my head on the steering wheel, trying to avoid those ugly things at the bottom of my arms. How could I? How could she? I couldn’t even… I mean, I was supposed to be trained in this… A loud groan escaped my lips as I lifted my head, shaking it to try and clear it. These thoughts were getting me nowhere; I had to deal with the present.
Both of us waited until traffic started moving again, and then we pulled over to the shoulder. I was waiting for a huge, muscle-bound jock to come out and start wailing on me; instead a tiny thing with bright red hair struggled from the driver’s side. She looked to be in tears. ‘I don’t want to deal with this right now! She is going to blame me of course, but she shouldn’t have stopped!’ I knew it was my fault, but in accidents, you always blame the other person first. With a sigh, I got out of my car and starting walking over to this twenty something so we could figure this out and both be on our way.
As soon as I got close enough to her, I could hear she was babbling. “Oh my God, what am I going to do? This is my dad’s car and he is going to kill me! I knew I couldn’t handle this thing, it was totally my fault. How am I even going to get all this fixed?” Tears were streaming down her face and she was staring at me with these big beautiful brown eyes. I got lost in them, mesmerized by them. I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak; I could only stare. I saw her eyes turn from fear to confusion, not sure what I was staring at. But I couldn’t look away; I couldn’t bring a coherent thought to the surface to have a conversation with her. Those eyes… those eyes… eyes…
“Um… Mr.? Are you OK?” She gently touched my arm, waking me up. “Oh… yeah… I’m fine. It was completely my fault, I wasn’t paying attention. I will pay for any damage done."
I was staring at my hands. "My ugly hands… my horrible hands, those things that are supposed to help me. Instead they rip the life away… wait… no… that’s not right… it was her fault, not mine… her’s! If she hadn’t… then everything… my ugly hands…” I stopped abruptly, realizing that I was rambling and I looked at her again, seeing her eyes change from confusion back to fear. I stared into those eyes again, but before I could drown in them, I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket to get a business card out.
I stared at the card. Dr. Phillip Seizemore; Ph. D. Physician, with an emphasis in Cardiology.Pft, yeah… Doctor… until these ugly hands of mine… I shook my head, violently, to clear it so that I could take care of the transaction at hand. Ha… hand… I looked at the girl and noticed she had backed away from me, scared I would do something to her. For some reason, this thought excited me. I walked towards her, holding my hand out to give her the business card, but before I could give it to her, she saw something in my eyes. She gave a little scream and ran back to her car, jumping into the driver’s seat. Oh I loved that scream. I wanted to hear more, hear it louder; it was turning me on and I could feel something in my loins stirring. I groaned again, this time from pleasure. Oh the things I could do to her… I physically shook my entire body. ‘Not now, on the side of the freeway… get the thing at hand done’. Thing at hand… how ironic; I kept doing that. I walked over to her car and put the card on the dash, knowing if I touched her, she would most likely hit me. I longed to touch her… to touch that skin… those… hands…
“Just call me when you get the repairs done and I will give you the money for it.” I saw her nod, then she reached out her arm to close the door. I brushed it with my fingertips and I heard her give a little yelp. I laughed at that and backed away, letting her leave. She slammed the door closed and took off as fast as she could. I rubbed my crotch, the pleasure returning, but then I thought of my hands. I held them up to my face. Those hateful things again. I stared at them, and they stared back, as if asking me what I was going to go about it, what I was going to do about what they had done. My own wife… but… it wasn’t my fault! It was her! All her! If that nurse had just… Then the left one, out of nowhere, reached back and slapped me, hard. I stared at it accusingly, but they looked so innocent, as if they had done nothing wrong, including the slap I still felt on my cheek. I shook my head again, looked at my watch, and realized I had been standing by the side of the freeway for a good ten minutes, staring at my hands. Time to leave. I hadn’t been home for 42 hours and I needed sleep and a shower. Maybe then I would deal with the little twenty something, and my hands could finally do something good for me.
I stared at the cars, mesmerized by their movements. They reminded me of a ballet: these two cars changing lanes at exactly the same time, as if they were choreographed, that car changing lanes right after the one if front of it, as if they were partners following one another. I kept staring at the cars until I caught site of my hands on the steering wheel. Those ugly, hateful things… those stupid things that couldn’t even… that wouldn’t even…
BAM!
I had been so focused on my ugly hands that I hadn’t noticed that the SUV in front of me had stopped until I had ran into it. Murphy’s Law at its finest. I put my head on the steering wheel, trying to avoid those ugly things at the bottom of my arms. How could I? How could she? I couldn’t even… I mean, I was supposed to be trained in this… A loud groan escaped my lips as I lifted my head, shaking it to try and clear it. These thoughts were getting me nowhere; I had to deal with the present.
Both of us waited until traffic started moving again, and then we pulled over to the shoulder. I was waiting for a huge, muscle-bound jock to come out and start wailing on me; instead a tiny thing with bright red hair struggled from the driver’s side. She looked to be in tears. ‘I don’t want to deal with this right now! She is going to blame me of course, but she shouldn’t have stopped!’ I knew it was my fault, but in accidents, you always blame the other person first. With a sigh, I got out of my car and starting walking over to this twenty something so we could figure this out and both be on our way.
As soon as I got close enough to her, I could hear she was babbling. “Oh my God, what am I going to do? This is my dad’s car and he is going to kill me! I knew I couldn’t handle this thing, it was totally my fault. How am I even going to get all this fixed?” Tears were streaming down her face and she was staring at me with these big beautiful brown eyes. I got lost in them, mesmerized by them. I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak; I could only stare. I saw her eyes turn from fear to confusion, not sure what I was staring at. But I couldn’t look away; I couldn’t bring a coherent thought to the surface to have a conversation with her. Those eyes… those eyes… eyes…
“Um… Mr.? Are you OK?” She gently touched my arm, waking me up. “Oh… yeah… I’m fine. It was completely my fault, I wasn’t paying attention. I will pay for any damage done."
I was staring at my hands. "My ugly hands… my horrible hands, those things that are supposed to help me. Instead they rip the life away… wait… no… that’s not right… it was her fault, not mine… her’s! If she hadn’t… then everything… my ugly hands…” I stopped abruptly, realizing that I was rambling and I looked at her again, seeing her eyes change from confusion back to fear. I stared into those eyes again, but before I could drown in them, I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket to get a business card out.
I stared at the card. Dr. Phillip Seizemore; Ph. D. Physician, with an emphasis in Cardiology.Pft, yeah… Doctor… until these ugly hands of mine… I shook my head, violently, to clear it so that I could take care of the transaction at hand. Ha… hand… I looked at the girl and noticed she had backed away from me, scared I would do something to her. For some reason, this thought excited me. I walked towards her, holding my hand out to give her the business card, but before I could give it to her, she saw something in my eyes. She gave a little scream and ran back to her car, jumping into the driver’s seat. Oh I loved that scream. I wanted to hear more, hear it louder; it was turning me on and I could feel something in my loins stirring. I groaned again, this time from pleasure. Oh the things I could do to her… I physically shook my entire body. ‘Not now, on the side of the freeway… get the thing at hand done’. Thing at hand… how ironic; I kept doing that. I walked over to her car and put the card on the dash, knowing if I touched her, she would most likely hit me. I longed to touch her… to touch that skin… those… hands…
“Just call me when you get the repairs done and I will give you the money for it.” I saw her nod, then she reached out her arm to close the door. I brushed it with my fingertips and I heard her give a little yelp. I laughed at that and backed away, letting her leave. She slammed the door closed and took off as fast as she could. I rubbed my crotch, the pleasure returning, but then I thought of my hands. I held them up to my face. Those hateful things again. I stared at them, and they stared back, as if asking me what I was going to go about it, what I was going to do about what they had done. My own wife… but… it wasn’t my fault! It was her! All her! If that nurse had just… Then the left one, out of nowhere, reached back and slapped me, hard. I stared at it accusingly, but they looked so innocent, as if they had done nothing wrong, including the slap I still felt on my cheek. I shook my head again, looked at my watch, and realized I had been standing by the side of the freeway for a good ten minutes, staring at my hands. Time to leave. I hadn’t been home for 42 hours and I needed sleep and a shower. Maybe then I would deal with the little twenty something, and my hands could finally do something good for me.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Alright definitely no more depressing posts! Time to be happy and just work on my writing. I fell into a depressing spiral again but I need to stop doing that so I'll try my best!
Anyways, I got an iPad for my bday!! How awesome is that?? I'm writing on it right now! So I am trying to do the 365 project for writing.. I also took another writing class so good for me! Heh so the writing prompts aren't all short entries or stories, but it's a lot of writing in different styles, so as soon as we get a new keyboard at my second job (the one we have now is just awful) I am going to start transcribing the things I have been writing to this blog. I always accept constructive criticism because I really am trying to be better at what I do.
In the writing class I took, the teacher also taught a different method on how to get your novel done so I am going to try that and see what happens! I started it but my heart wasn't really into it, so I need to start over. I think because I have worked on my novel so much it's a bit disheartening to start again; but supposedly this method will help me actually write the whole thing so we will see what happens!
Anyways, many happy days of writing to you!
Anyways, I got an iPad for my bday!! How awesome is that?? I'm writing on it right now! So I am trying to do the 365 project for writing.. I also took another writing class so good for me! Heh so the writing prompts aren't all short entries or stories, but it's a lot of writing in different styles, so as soon as we get a new keyboard at my second job (the one we have now is just awful) I am going to start transcribing the things I have been writing to this blog. I always accept constructive criticism because I really am trying to be better at what I do.
In the writing class I took, the teacher also taught a different method on how to get your novel done so I am going to try that and see what happens! I started it but my heart wasn't really into it, so I need to start over. I think because I have worked on my novel so much it's a bit disheartening to start again; but supposedly this method will help me actually write the whole thing so we will see what happens!
Anyways, many happy days of writing to you!
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