July 2012
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Notes
What can I say about notes. We all crave them, we all like them. We may believe we don’t, but we do. Why do you share your writing with people if you don’t want feedback and a sense of accomplishment? And notes along with features are a known debate around here.
The tumblr “famous” writers will often say, “Notes don’t matter.” And people will think,...
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Moment, Frozen
Say nothing we both know what’s on your mind, we both know I ain’t your kind. Please, don’t ruin it this moment in which we are something, maybe we could work it out. I wish for amber, a giant amber casing to freeze us in this moment and the whole wide world goes on, without us. And we are still something. But you’ll speak and I’ll shriek inside and die, and...
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Babe in Red
She wore a red dress red, the color of danger, but men love danger dancing on the edge playing with death. She was a redhead with freckles on her face; my warning signs were flashing; she was danger. The lady in red from head to toe with a sexy smile on her lips and eyes only for me. Game, set, match she had me where she wanted me; reality imploded when she kissed me with sweet red lips. But pain...
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Accepting Death
A few days ago I went by a retirement home and shivers went down my spine. Just two years ago I didn’t have such a feeling, it’s new.
Grandma on my mother’s side died quickly and unexpectedly, I was on vacation when it happened. Mom didn’t even tell me it happened until I came back home since she didn’t want to burden me. I never went to her funeral. Grandfather on...
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Love and Hate
Our relationship is based on love and hate. I love the way she hates me. She hates the way I love her.
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Life, Stollen
Abducted from her bed when everyone were sleeping blindfolded and gagged stuffed in a trunk; she did not cry. Hogtied in a dark room violated repeatedly by three sick men; bloody, broken and bruised she remained brave and did not cry. Scorched by hot metal cut open like a pig with cold long knives jaw broken, ribs pulverized; she did not cry. Carried to the trunk for another bumpy ride, dragged...
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The first time a poetry piece of mine got featured. Thank you editor.
I unfortunately allowed photo replies, and a bunch of probably fake spam blogs have been photo replying with completely random images. And I can’t see all the notes, and my dash is basically all wonky and weird.
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Room 237
Fancy hotel room champagne on ice red dress next to the bed black suit on the chair boxers on the floor condom wrap broken. Burning passion? No. Red lace panties on the purse, ripped apart; muffled screams echoing the hotel room. Rape? No. Two bodies loosely covered by sheets engulfed in blood slowly dripping down the white linen; a man towering them bloody knife in hand tears in eyes. Crime of...
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Walking Blues
I already reblogged this once. But my poetry sucks, and I find this my best work. So I’ll just reblog it again.
moaningatmidnight:
My bed was cold this morning You left under the cover of the night All your things were gone And even some of mine. First thing, I looked for my shoes Cuz I had that bad walking blues I left the door unlocked and ajar You took everything that mattered after...
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Nothing Said
I’ve always loved body language. Words are good, words are great. But sometimes, you don’t need to say anything. Sometimes two people understand each other without using their mouths. Just by eye contact and gestures. I always wanted to find a woman that understood that, that understood me without using speech.
And she looked just like the winner. She was sitting at the bar sipping...
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Strangers on The Thames
It was my third time in London, but I’ve never been on the Thames until then. One night there was nothing to do, so I decided why not. It was a quite an expensive boat ride too, since it had almost everything included, the dinner, the drinks and so on. It sounded like a good time. Eat and drink while floating around the Thames and looking at Big Ben. A nice quiet evening.
But, it...
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Up There, Looking Down
They say you appreciate life when you’re staring at death. I know, a big cliche. But it’s true.
Every couple of days I take a long elevator ride to the rooftop of my building. I walk over to the ledge and look down. Twenty two floors up. That’s when everything comes flooding to your mind. When you’re up there looking down. Your brain starts making excuses and reasons why...
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The Godess and the Trap
She walks in and has everyone looking. Walking like a model and looking like a goddess. For a second I think god was playing a cruel joke on me. The woman wears a tight black dress. She’s busty enough and has just the right amount curves, in all the right places. Her face is angelic, her hair is red. Like someone painted a picture of my perfect woman. She passes me by and looks at me; I look...
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Confessing Your Sins
Jesus stares at me from the cross. His eyes are condescending and judgmental, he doesn’t condone what I’m going to do. But I was never religious. I walk inside the confessional booth and sit down. Good thing I’m not scared of small spaces, it looks intimidating, so small and dark. The door on the other side opens and someone clears their throat before sitting on the other side of...
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100 followers
Okay, I got my 100th follower today. Compared to popular writers it’s peanuts, but whatever. It’s been some time since I’ve checked out all my followers.
So I’ll go through their blogs and see what’s worth following, I usually do this more often, but I don’t follow for a follow, if I like what I see then I do.
Also last night was kind of slow, if you missed it...
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Cold, Cold Water
Banner’s fist lands on my cheek almost knocking me out. His second punch snaps my neck back and tumbles the chair over. I’m staring at the lone lamp hanging from the ceiling. He lifts me up again.
“Where is she?”
I say nothing. Banner swings with all he’s got. I swallow some of my teeth when his fist connects.
“Where is she?” He asks yet again while...
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Me, Hero
I’ve always wanted to be a hero. Save ladies in distress while looking Bogart cool. Tackle bank robbers, save children from burning buildings, block bullets with my body, but only with the non-important parts. I always wanted to be adored and admired in newspapers and TV. My friends always told me I have watched too many movies, I’d do something stupid and get hurt. But I knew, my...
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Jailbait Vanity Fair
I opened a Facebook page called Teenage Beauty Contest or something along those lines. All the girls looked the same and they flaunted their teenage cleavage with cute grimaces and occasional duck-faces, young sexualized jailbaits, for everyone to see. And the guys all looked like Justin Bieber and Chad Micheal Murray with blonde hair and blue eyes always flexing muscles and accidentally lifting...
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Pale Little Pig
It was a dead time of the night and only two people were walking through the park. A small female figure walked through the dark; a man followed right behind her. She looked quite young and short, he was on the verge of fat. The girl walked with the same pace, uninterested by the fact a man was following her pretty closely.
The man annoyed by the lack off attention sped up. He overtook the girl...
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The River
I almost never reblog other people’s writing, it’s a thing of mine or something. But this piece needs more notes.
motivesandmemories:
We had walked to the river twice that week. This time we had gone barefoot. I stood in the water swirling around my thighs and watched the surface undualted and shimmer. He stood there watching, same as me. There was something mezmerizing...
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umustcreate replied to your post: Protect Her
Reminded me of Frank Miller’s Sin City…cool.
That is a great compliment. I absolutely love his stuff, I’ve read them all, and seen the movie a couple of times.
I was actually going for something along those lines. Thank you.
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Protect Her
Smoke rose from her lips and clouded her blue eyes. She smoked her cigarette like the women in films, seductively, like she didn’t knew they were danger, or she didn’t care. I couldn’t help but look at her, but I was starting to look like a creep, so turned my eyes away.
“Can you help me?” She mouthed almost inaudible, only I sitting next to her could hear.
I turned...
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Slavers
The leather-clad big guy stops me in front of the back door of the bar.
“I need to search you,” He says.
I let him do just that. He feels every inch of my body looking for a weapon, but finds nothing. His eyes fall to the cane in my hand.
I beat him to it, “I need it to walk. An accident a few years ago left me crippled.”
The guy looks at me for a second, when he...
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That Guy
I read “That Girl” by jayarrarr and instanly got inspired. I know I’m kind of ripping her off, but I hope she won’t mind.
To tell you the truth, I always wanted to be that guy. The one you’ll see in a mass of unfamiliar faces and think, I want him to talk to me. The guy that would give you goosebumps when he first talked to you. The guy you’d really enjoy...
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I want to thank the nice editor who featured “No Fire, No Brimstone”. I know their job can be really hard sometimes, but I really feel they’re all doing a great job.
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The Sky Cried Blood
Interesting thoughts flash through your head when you’re dying. Not much to do in a hospital but think. The white walls don’t change, my bowel sure knows the food don’t change. Only thing you can do is… think. And the only thought in my head was: I want to see her again. But, I knew chances were slim. The day she left seemed like yesterday.
Evelyn called me and told me to...
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No Fire, No Brimstone
People always wondered about hell. Big lakes of fire, eternal damnation, burning for ever. But it’s kind of a lie. There is no universal hell, no nine circles everyone so neatly falls in. Everyone has their own personal hell. Tailored and measured just for you. Your dose of eternal suffering.
It’s like a bad dream. I’m pacing on a street corner smoking my tenth cigarette in a...
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The Big, Bloody Hit
I’m sick. I’m twisted and filthy, scum of the earth.
It’s the easiest job I’d ever get. Tail the girl from her home, kidnap her while she’s walking to school. Drug her an get in the van; drive to the construction site. There I kill her and dispose of the body. Easiest job I ever got, right?
The girl comes to her senses. She’s tied up, sitting in a chair in a...
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Wow! I logged in and got blown away. Suddenly there was so many notes on my dashboard. Turns out, Roggy reblogged my piece “Two for Three” at recognizingthevoiceless.
Thank you very much for the exposure. The blog is a great idea for giving writers more audience. Therefore if any of my followers doesn’t follow it, they should.
Thank you again.
EDIT: It’s also featured...
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Mysoginistic Sexetry
She slobbered on my dick With skill and devotion But her moans lacked emotion. I was on the brink Of sweet orgasm When her jaw had a muscle spasm. She stopped sucking And started talking About today’s shopping. I felt bad about her jaw But my dick was bored So I shoved it in her mouth Hoping it’ll shut her up.
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Like She Wanted
I make my way up the old, narrow stairway. She’s on the third floor of this old building, waiting for me. Apartment 7 is the door I’m looking for. It’s supposed to be left open. I check, and it is. Equipment check is in order. The gun, one bullet already in the chamber, the silencer, all looks good. The door opens with a silent screech and I make my way in.
She’s standing...
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The Call
Tony drank long into the night trying to forget his problems. But his problems tended to stay with him, no matter how many shots of whiskey he took to water them down. Glass after glass Tony’s look would glance over the phone, then turn his head around quickly. He was expecting a call, not a friendly one though.
Halfway through the night a stunning brunette entered the bar. She had a black...
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Two for Three
Things never go as planned, but fuck I’ve gotten used to it by now. Mickey is smiling at the poor little girl next to me. She’s holding her teddy bear real tight to her chest. She’s also crying and calling for her mother. Problem is, Mickey filled her mother with hot lead before taking the girl as well.
Sometimes I wonder where I find these fuck-ups. How could it happen this...
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Partners in Crime
I check my watch, 8:14, he’s still got two more minutes. 3 minutes to go in and out, 5 minutes for the cops from the nearest station to get here. Everything is just a matter of timing. Buckwald walks in at 8:12 with a gorilla by his side and a suitcase full of money. Johnny walks in at right behind him, flashes the gun and gets the gorilla sorted out. Gets the case and runs out. I’m...
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A Bottle of Scotch, Painkillers and a Gun
After it happened my life became a constant stream of dull, neutral offices. A degree hanging on the wall, two chairs or even a couch in the middle, a couple of low maintenance plants in the corner and a shrink sitting in front of me.
I must have changed at least a dozen of shrinks, they always passed me on after a violent outburst, or because I offended them. My 7th shrink was a small young...
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Reverend
This is an excerpt from a novella I’m working on, yet untitled.
I felt really uneasy going straight into the lion’s den like that, but I had to go in playing it Bogart. The building in which they kept their masses and rituals was an old community center no one used in years. The paint was coming off and half the windows were broken or boarded up. It wasn’t the place you’d...
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Justice
My mind races as I stand in front of the door. The guy who owns the house in front of me is a pervert, sadist and child killer. This situations demand backup, but I don’t want it. Got no warrant either, but if I hear something in the house that could be reasonable doubt I could go in. Fuck this, I think to myself and breach the door. Suddenly I remember what my sergeant and mentor told me...
