Update/ Take Me Too

*Note: Hey guys, sorry I haven’t been updating much lately. I’ve hit a bit of a busy streak and haven’t had much time or energy to spare. This blog is still active though! I can’t guarantee a consistent upload schedule, but just know there will still be updates. With that out of the way, here’s a little something I’ve been thinking of for a while and finally wrote down. If I could draw a straight line this would be a children’s book. Maybe someday!

Take Me Too

In a distant land there lived an old, scrunched up woman. She lived in a rickety old shack just outside of town. Every morning she walked the long road into town with a knobby walking stick in one hand and a scratchy potato sack in the other. She walked through the streets looking for road-kill—you know, the poor little critters hit by cars. Turtles, birds, squirrels, raccoons, possums, rabbits, snakes, cats, deer, and yes, even a dog or two. She gathered all these up in her potato sack with care, overlooking not even the smallest of rodents. All the town’s people laughed at the old woman. “She’s a witch!” They cried. “She cooks them in a big pot and eats them!” The old woman paid the people no mind and continued with her task. When the light faded from the sky she began the long trek home.

What the town’s people didn’t know is that the old scrunched up woman really was a witch, and once home she did indeed dump the animals into a big pot over a fire. With the addition of a little bit of this and a little bit of that and a good stirring or two… The animals began to crawl and fly out of the pot! The witch didn’t cook and eat the animals (she was in fact a stout vegetarian) but instead brought them back to life, good as new! You see, this witch was one of the good ones, and possessed a heart so pure and kind she took pity on those animals whose lives ended so abruptly. The revived animals stayed with the witch and she looked after them all her days, teaching them the importance of patience and looking both ways before crossing a street.

P.S. Wow! I’m so close to 200 followers! That’s crazy! Once again, thank you to every single one of you for giving my writing the time of day. It means the world.


The Exorcist Chronicles pt. 8

“Where’s Timmothy?” Miss Brown asked.

“Timmothy’s not here.” Lucy answered.

“Are we finally going to have an exorcism?” She asked eagerly.

“Oh, you’re out of luck,” Lucy leaned against the wall opposite the bed, thick sunglass concealing her eyes. Around the room stood Mr Greensly, Mr Pringleberry and Lizzy. A somber, resigned feeling filled the air. “The church called me this morning. Your exorcism has been denied.” Mr Greensly moved next to the bed and brought an axe into view.  

“What’s that?” Miss Brown’s face grew troubled.

“You’re execution.” Lucy said gravely. “It’s the next best thing.” On queue Mr Greensly raised the ax above his head.

“Are you serious?” Miss Brown’s eyes widened.

“We have no other options. Either we kill Miss Brown or you do. I think I know which she would prefer.” 

Looking up at the man poised to kill, the demon laughed. “Look at you!” He howled. “You can barely lift that ax. Don’t get any sweat on your suit!”

“Shut up and get what’s coming to you.” Mr Greensly said through clenched teeth.

“Oooooo,” the demon smiled. “You’re the one they choose? Or did you volunteer? You’re too much of a pansy to do it, and do it right. You,” the demon motioned with his one working hand, the other still broken. “You think by moving away and getting a nice government job no one would see? No one would guess?”

“Shut up.” Mr Greenlsy whispered.

“Why don’t you tell everyone about Tubby Timmy?” The demon said. “Tell everyone how they stripped you in the locker room and tied you up? Paraded the poor boy all around the school. It was ten minutes before any teacher noticed, but it felt like a lifetime to Timmy here,”

“Shut up!”  

“I bet Pringleberry over there would have loved to see it. He gets awful lonely most nights. The only reason he owns this shit-hole of a motel is because his family drove him out when they found out who he really is.” Mr Pringlberry stiffened in the corner he huddled in. “But don’t let little Miss Lizzy in on it. She can’t seem to find it within herself to like men after being raped by one. And sweet little Lucy the priest. I don’t think anyone here would find it surprising to find out you are not really a priest. Even if you were a man you still wouldn’t be. You’re not good enough. So go ahead, kill me. It will only prove your worthlessness to save this woman’s soul.”  

The demon laughed as Mr Greensly slowly lowered the ax. “What do you want?” Mr Greensly asked, desperation for logic thick in his voice. 

“This.” The demon said. “I want this. Misery, shame, sadness.”

Lucy’s tall figure deftly moved from one end of the room to the other. Pulling the pillow courteously left under Miss Brown’s head for support she held it tightly and thrust it over the demon’s face.

Everyone started forward. “What are you doing?” Lizzy hissed as the demon’s muffled laugh leaked out. 

“We have to kill her,” she said. “It’s the only way.”

No one said a word. At first the demon did not respond to what he thought was a hollow threat. But as time passed and oxygen grew thin he began to worry with his one good hand, pulling lightly as the ropes binding it. Quickly the worry gave way to frantic tugging, the legs kicking out in an attempt to knock Lucy away. She moved out of reach of the flailing but firmly held the pillow in place.

“Lucy,” Mr Greensly warned. “You need to stop. She’s really suffocating.” Lucy did not respond. “I’m serious.” He took a step forward.

“Stay back!” Lucy warned. “I was serious about what I said.”

“Lucy!” Lizzy stepped forward. “We didn’t agree to this. We were just supposed to scare it!”

“We’ll burn the body,” Lucy calmed. “No one will ever know.” Miss Brown’s broken arm became animated and slipped through the ties, grabbing at the pillow and arms, trying in vain to gain leverage to force the attacker off. In the struggle Lucy’s glasses fell to the floor. Mr Pringleberry gasped at the sight. Lucy’s eyes held no love, no redemption, no sign of God. Only unrecognizable, murderous intent.

Finally, the body fell limp and the silence grew cold.

The Five Trials of Peru: Trial 3 Part 1

Looking at the sun the prince gauged the men were facing north. Heading west they traveled for several days before coming across a small lagoon. Emerald green trees and bright pink flowers grew around the water’s edge, enticing them with pleasant fragrances and the promise of cool relief. Striping of cloth the men waded into the water, grateful for a place to wash and refresh themselves. 

As the others chatted the prince hung back against the shore, lost in thought. Several months had passed since he left his homeland, possibly a whole year. He had planned on arriving in Asia by now to meet his would-be wife, Florette. Lothar, captain of the men, now looked to him for guidance, a mere seventeen year old. Peru held confidence but pressure weighted so heavily his shoulders sagged beneath the water. Survive and find a way off the island, that was most important now. But the prince could not escape the sound of bells haunting his dreams.    

An eerie silence settled over the men as a sound like harps filled the air. The water itself parted ways before the beautiful women rising from the depths of the pond, singing a beautiful melody. Awe-struck the men could only gaze as the slim figures coyly circled, continuing to sing until their song reached a fever pitch.

Astonished Prince Peru watched the women in awe until, from his distance, he noticed their legs were not two but one. They were mermaids who, like sirens, seek wayward men to ensnare in their song to drown and eat. Fewer in number the women gravitated to a select few, embracing the all too eager men in their arms. Reality stricken Peru called out to his men, warning them of the true nature of the predators. Some did not hear, already in the arms of the mermaids and lost in their magic. The men who had not been chosen by the woman, hearing Peru’s cries, swam towards shore panic stricken of a watery grave. Moving from the bank Peru swam opposite, prying the hypnotized men away from the sirens. But try as he might no sooner did he break the bond did the men hurry back to their maidens only as a pair to sink below the water out of sight. Peru felt arms wrap around him, promising everything he ever wanted and more. Refusing to listen Peru struggled until he broke free from the creature’s grasp and made his way to shore. Once safely on land he turned to see many men missing, never to be seen again.  

“Prince Peru,” Lothar spoke. “Once more I saw you risk your life to save others. The men remaining and I are eternally indebted to you and are your slaves for life, if you will take us.”        

“There is no need for such commitment,” the prince replied. “Help me reach my goal and your debt is paid.”


There once was a woman who led a plain life, dull some would say, never to be completely content. You see this woman once was a girl, and as everyone knows, girls have dreams.

But that time had passed and she’d accepted that. Now she lived a quiet life in a small cottage near a small town. She ate breakfast in her sparsely furnished kitchen every morning before heading to work. It was one such morning when a knock came to the door.

She answered the door to be greeted by Death. Gasping, she fell back and cowered on her knees. The woman knew her time had come. Death greeted and raised her up with care. Without a second thought the woman left her home and walked with Death, not even putting on her coat of closing up the windows. In fact the door was left ajar, welcoming in fallen leaves in absence of its previous inhabitant.

Fall. Crunch, crunch, crunch went the leaves under her feet. Death made no sounds. Silence faded over the trees as they walked along a path behind her house. The woman recognized it at first, but after a few minutes her home faded into new scenery. The trees looked fake for the tranquility they breathed could not be real.

“Woman,” Death spoke suddenly. “Are you happy with the way you have lived your life?”

The woman thought for a moment, then answered yes. “Life did not turn out how I expected, or wanted, but looking back now I feel satisfied.”

“Satisfied?” Death questioned. “Satisfied in what way?”

The woman thought for a moment longer, then answered again. “I did not have much but I had enough.”

“It seems to me,” Death reasoned. “You had nothing of what you wanted. You started out young and fresh, but did not end up where you desired to be. You had a house but not a home. You did not live in a big city surrounded by big lights and sounds. You were not even married, nor had any children to pass on your memories too. It seems to me your life, in fact, sums up as such.”

“It is true; I had some grand wishes.” The woman’s eyes glazed over in remembrance. “I was so eager for the future to come in those days.”

“And then all your dreams did not come true. The spark of youth faded and gave way to a different attitude. An attitude dominated by thoughts of trying to make a living rather than living to make. Where did your innocence go?”

“It went away when reality came.” She smiled at Death. “You can’t always live on dreams.”

“Then why do they exist?” Death questioned, truly curious in all his aged wisdom. “You were caught up in a world torn between love and hate, life and death. Dreams are only as obtainable as they are lucrative.”

“Yes, that seems to be true.” The woman tilted her head sadly. “Still, they are nice to have.”

Death thought for a moment. “Perhaps that is the case then.” When the woman looked to him, he explained. “Life itself is born out of hopes; hopes for another. An endless cycle, yes? How disappointing it would be then for life itself to die out? In order to live, life feeds off of what gave birth to it.”

“That seems like a very fine explanation.” The woman commented.

“But you brought forth no life in this world, instead letting the chain die out.”

The woman scoffed. “What does the world lack that I could have brought into it? I am but one person.”

“True. But hopes and dreams have to start somewhere.”

The woman smiled. “I suppose so.”

They reached the end of the path. Their walk together had ended. Bidding Death a warm goodbye the woman stepped through the gates and disappeared as did Death, already onto his next destination.