Midnight Snack

Howdy lovely readers,

It's been awhile since I've posted, so I felt like I'd share this little tidbit with you. Its a piece I'm working on for a flash fiction competition. I call it...Midnight Snack.

     Agony tore through Jill’s body as it refused to go into shock. She should be numb by now, but every rip of flesh from sinew molested her nerves with new, fiery depths of suffering. Struggling against heavy chains, she raised her head to look down at the brutality of her tormentor, only to immediately drop back at the sight of her exposed innards being eaten.
     “K-kill me. Please kill me,” she muttered.

     Jacob pulled himself away from the feast, a bloody smile bore across his gory features. “Kill you? Why would I do that? I like my meals fresh.”

The Ballad of Samedi

Here is a poem I wrote for class (begrudgingly).

The Ballad of Samedi

Death.

A sweet promise.

A bitter affair.

It’s like a rum that’s sat in the heat for too long.

Unquenching and undeserving,

But in the end it doesn’t matter.

Son.

Daugther.

Mother and father.

They all feel the grip of the grave,

Cold and unexpected.

But in the end it doesn’t matter.

Black.

A somber grey.

A vibrant white.

These are the depressing colors made to mourn,

Unfair and drab,

But in the end it doesn’t matter.

Dirt.

Filthy andclingy.

Harsh and swarming.

It’s like a virgin’s first cigar,

Addictive and deadly,

But in the end it doesn’t matter.

Coffin.

A dark space.

A final place.

You’ll all be put in the ground,

Unhappy, yet uncomplaining,

But in the end it doesn’t matter.

God.

A higher power.

A punishable saviour.

He’s the one you barter your lives for,

Unflinching and unwavered,

But in the end it doesn’t matter.

Me.

A peckish being.

A horrid truth.

I’m the one who digs your plot.

Uncompromised and unavoided,

But in the end isn’t it supposed to matter?

FALSEHOODS

Happy Saturday, everyone! In an effort to show I still use my blog (which is by no means me procrastinating on something far more drab), I've decided to post an assignment I wrote today for my dialogue class! Comments and suggestions are welcome.

Falsehoods

JACK

Hush, poor child. It’ll be over in a mo.

HELEN

But I don’t want’ta die-

JACK

Shhh shhh shhh, fret not, my dear. It’ll be quick, painless, the prick of a pin upon your throat.

HELEN

No sir, please. I haf little ones at home. They’s be lost without me. Can you just-

JACK

No, I can’t fucking ‘just!’ I told you it’d be quick! Keep braying like fat mule and I’ll make it the most excruciating thing you’ve ever experienced!

(HELEN sobs)

HELEN

I’m sorry, sir! I’m so sorry! Please don’t hurt me!

JACK

Shut your mouth! I need to concentrate…

(HELEN whimpers. JACK takes a deep breath, then pulls a small knife from the inside of his jacket)

HELEN

Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do any’fing!

JACK

I know you would, poppet, I know. The only thing you need to do is stay still.

HELEN

Bu-but sir, you don’t understand-

JACK

Oh, I understand alright. You’re a whore, an impertinent one at that, someone unclean and in need of purging. No worries though, that’s what I’m here for.

HELEN

But I love you, sir. I love you.

JACK

What?

HELEN

I love you, sir, always haf.

JACK

No, that’s-that’s impossible.

HELEN

No it isn’t, sir, not by any means. I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you in the street. I could see the kindness in your eyes, the happiness and hope you bury under anger and hatred.

JACK

But you couldn’t… I’m not-

HELEN

I do! Oh, I do! Put that knife away and lemme prove it to ya.

(PAUSE – JACK is heavily conflicted)

JACK

Think me a fool, do you? I know your trickery. You’re no more in love with me than I am with myself. Take your falsehoods and save them for the grave. I hadn’t use for them.

HELEN

My words are not false, sir! I love you! Please, don’t do this!

JACK

It’s too late, the time for talk is over. May the fires of Hell wash your sins clean!

(JACK raises his knife and brings it down fast upon HELEN’s body, stopping short before the point makes contact)

HELEN

There he is, my boy. Took you long enough.

JACK

Sorry mother, I was…confused.

HELEN

To say the least. Remember, the whores and temptresses will say what they can to spare themselves from the knife. It’s your job to make their words fail.

JACK

I know. I’ll do better next time.

HELEN

Indeed. Go bathe yourself now, you reek of humanity.

JACK

Of course mother, right away. I shall be made clean again.

END