Writing-Rampage

Once upon a Time in Italy near the comune of Nemi while walking at a crossroads amidst mystery and melancholy of the street I heard a talking walnut tree a peculiar pulpit and wandered through its holy woods. Carefully stepping through grasses and over mossy stones I came upon a deer path. A trail I tread until nightfall when it led to a lake. The water’s surface shimmered illuminated by the night sky. A cosmic mirror speckled with stars. Overcast on sunken warships of the Emperor sleeping on the lake’s bed dreaming of a drowned cat sacrificed in the sea to summon storms. So I made my way along its shore ruminating on the reflection and arrived at ancient ruins where walls had overgrown with weeping ivy and boughs blooming with mistletoe. A sanctuary where worshipped wilderness reclaimed broken bricks as its own. And solus amidst this Dianic scene was a woman whose white skin glowed under the full moon. Reminiscent of marble memorials or statuesque sculptures of Venus. She had a red

It was the third day since Lambert’s imprisonment and Jhula was taking a short break in the archives. No one but her was present (which was no surprise since most of the temple was more focused on warfare than academics), so she was free to take breaks whenever she wished for it. And on this day she needed a few more. She had difficulty getting up from her bed, having exhausted herself from crying back to sleep. Still, the cruel words of those new monsters haunted her, making it an amazing feat that she had gotten any more rest after that awful nightmare. Hence, the reason why she was drawing a specimen during her break. So that she could add it to her secret bestiary. A bit of a therapy session, she figured. Whenever she had nothing to do, Jhula either took to drawing, going outside and doing her exercises in private, or reading. She didn’t feel like continuing the medical book that she was reading days ago nor did she want to pick out something else. She was too tired to exercise

Hey back with another update! Special thanks to Gluten-Free-Okami for Beta-reading this chapter The soft melody was heard in the cave as Haelth played the violin. Her siblings listened as she played. Out of all of them, Skylar gave her the most attention. Haelth rubbed the strings with her bow as she tried to find the right beats to the song that her father had taught her. Once she was done Skylar clapped. "Good work!" Her eldest sister praised her. Haelth blushed and looked down, a bit embarrassed. Leonard scoffed, "She's alright." He said and Haelth felt a bow to her ego. "Hey, I tried my best!" She huffed, "And Pa said I'm good for my age." Leonard rolled his eyes at that and Annabelle giggled. Fionn waved his hands, "Come on guys, let's not fight. Ma and Pa will kill us if we make a mess." "Come on Fionn!" Annabelle snapped, "Ma and Pa are not here. And what's the runt going to do-" She was cut off as Haelth jumped up onto her sister's face to scratch at her. Her

Hailey always saw herself becoming a famous movie star one day. She felt assured that she had the alluring physique and charming personality to blow away the audience. So why had Hollywood ignored her? Hailey sent in countless video additions to several film studios in her neighborhood, but most of them simply ignored her. The few offers she did receive were background roles in forgettable B-movies. It was all some sick joke. Couldn't the world see what an amazing star she was destined to become? Hailey assured herself she had all the qualities to become a famous celebrity so there was no reason she was so overlooked. Still, she subjected herself to those miserable roles for the sake of building a resume. It was so degrading for her to star in those trashy exploitation films. The scripts were always lackluster and the other actors just phoned everything in. Hailey felt that the producers should be honored to have someone as talented as her in their presence. After years of trudging through several low quality movies, Hailey finally saw her big break. There was a lead role for an upcoming movie that while still low budget, it was part of a franchise that had a significant online presence and several forms of merchandise.  Finally, she was going to shine! She headed to the audition where she gave it her all. She showed the director named Faust her years of practice and performed each line with genuine emotion. For additional support, she donned a revealing outfit that was sure to have the director's eyes glued on her. Hailey thought she'd be a shoe in for sure. It was to her dismay that the lead role was handed someone named Summer Witherspoon. Hailey recognized her from the several community acting workshops she attended. God, was she such a showoff. Always buttering up to directors and giving them little gifts at the end of the day. Hailey was certain she probably slept her way to the top and that made her go red in the face. It wasn't for moral reasons; she was just mad she hadn't done it first. Hailey wasn't going to let this get her down. No. She had something sinister planned. One day she hit Summer up on social media and played nice with her. She told her how estatic she was for her and congratulated Summer for landing the role. The two took to a local coffee shop further chat things up. Summer felt a vein bulge in her head as Summer yapped on about how stellar her career had been and all the amazing opportunities she reveived.  ' Those roles were supposed to be mine,' Hailey thought to herself. ' You have no idea how privileged you are.' Barely surpressed venom flared in her eyes. Once Summer excused herself to the bathroom, Hailey made her move by stirring a pill in Summer's drink. It was a higly potent drug that was sure to have Summer out of commission for a while. Hailey barely suppressed her snickering as she watched the woman finish her drink. The effects were quick. Summer began slurring her words while struggling to keep her eyelids open. Playing the role of a caring friend, Hailey offered to drive Summer home. Such an easy victory. Hailey dropped the sleeping Summer off at her house and made sure to block the director's number from Summer's phone. With Summer being a no show at the follow-up audition,  Faust naturally went with Hailey. Satisfaction shone on her face after her hard earned victory. When Hailey asked when they would start filming,  the director surprised her by announcing that it would happen the following night. She hadn't expected for things to move so quickly but she definitely wasn't complaining. The director gave her the time and address of the film shoot before going on his way. **** Hailey arrived at the shoot the following day with a lump of anxiety growing in her chest. The location of the shoot was a dilapidated looking building with a heavy coat of dirty and grime. It looked far too grungy to be a film set. Did she misread the address? No, maybe this was all for the sake of atmosphere. She was going to star in a horror movie so Hailey figured the director wanted an authentic setting for the film. Still, Hailey wished he hadn't chosen such a sketchy neighborhood. She felt as if some vagrant or violent criminal could pop up from any corner.  Steeling her nerves, Hailey entered the building and felt a chilling wind crash into her face. She clutched her arms as she scanned her surroundings. A heavy layer of dust coated every surface of the lobby. It seemed that the building was an apartment that has long been abandoned. "Hello?" Hailey asked weakly in hopes of alerting Faust. She waited and waited but the man never arrived. She double checked her phone to see if she made a mistake, but no, she was right where she needed to be. 《 Hey I'm at the set. Are you here?》 She texted Faust in hope of finally getting a response. She paced around the lobby several times until she heard the faint sound of footsteps overhead. " Faust?" She muttered almost to herself. " I understand that you're a busy man, but my time is also valuable." A loud thud then reverberated throughout the building, causing Hailey's entire body to flinch. She looked upwards as the footsteps slowly approached the staircase to her left. Hailey neared the staircase in hopes of finally getting the film started with Faust, but what she saw instead made her blood run cold. A man wearing a porcelain mask and a black jumpsuit came charging at her while brandishing a knife. Hailey barely had time to comprehend what was happening before her body took off running. A small part of her hoped this was some weird form of method acting to get her acclimated to the role. She could feel the knife slice away at her back, the blade just barely missing her skin. Her heart beat against her chest with so much intensity that Hailey feared it would burst. She was just about to ascend a flight of stairs when her assailant yanked her arm and threw her to the ground with tremendous force. She felt her brain rattle when the back of her head slammed against the decrepit wood floor. Hailey's vision grew blurry in that moment but she could still make out the attacker raising their knife before plunging it down. Hailey clutched her purse and used it as a shield to block the strike. The blade protruded from the other end on the purse, only inches away from her face. With the attacker temporarily stunned, Hailey kicked the man in the crotch and took off sprinting towards the door. Her hand grabbed at the knob to no avail. The door was locked tight and refused to move.  " Shit!" She cursed her luck before dashing down the end of the hall and into one of the many vacant rooms. She hoped that there would be a window she could escape out off. Using the flashlight of her phone, she illuminated her immediate surroundings only to instantly regret doing so. All around her was a collection of what looked to be mannequins. They were all dressed in ornate darkly colored clothes that contrasted against their pale skin. The craftmanship for the mannequins were impeccable. Their proportions were perfectly humanoid down to the texture of their skin. Except... something about it was wrong. The contorted expressions of fear on their faces was far too visceral to come from plastic. The same could be said for the color of their eyes and the texture of their hair. It was too perfect to be an imitation. With shaky hands, Hailey gave one of the mannequins a pinch on the cheek amd shrieked in horror when she felt the flesh move. " Don't look so shocked. You'll be the newest addition to my collection. " Searing paim clouded Hailey's mind as a knife was embedded deep into her back. Her body went limp and went crashing straight to the floor. The last thing she saw that day was Faust looking down at her with the widest of grins. ********   Somewhere in the underbelly of the city, a black van drove down several vacant streets until reaching it destination. Within the van are several prized goods that will sell for a fortune. The driver of the van parks the van in front of a modest two story home where his loyal customer eagerly awaits him. The driver leaves the van with the product by his side. The customer greets him and hands the man and generous wad of cash. " So what's the story of this cutie over here?" He asked. Faust was all too eager to answer. " Oh, its just the usual tale of a beautiful woman paying the price of stardom. I'm sure you’ll enjoy her quite well.  Hailey sat in a wheelchair, her eyes seemingly devoid of life and her body stock-still. Her hair and clothes were pretty enough that she could pass for a doll. Her lips haven't moved in quite some time, but there was never a moment she wasn't pleading to be relased from her captivity. This was her new life. A human doll that was the star in some man's sick fantasy.

It was half way through the night, and all of Hell was covered in a blanket of darkness , broken only by the flickering flames of torches and the distant cries of tortured souls. The air was thick with the stench of sulphur, a constant reminder of the eternal suffering that awaited those condemned to this forsaken place. Young Amelia, a former angel who had been left by the army of Heaven, was sleeping peacefully in her room. Charlie, the Princess of Hell, was planning to open a hotel to rehabilitate sinners, but for now, it was just an old building that needed repairs. It was a daunting task, but she was determined to make it a reality. Mia's new life Hell wasn't perfect, but it was good. But this new chapter in Mia's life won't be easy. She had been taken in by the royal family. Lucifer and Lilith were kind and generous, treating her as their own daughter. Charlie treated Mia as a sister, and together they were determined to make a positive impact in Hell. Despite the challenges

I have experienced it Lived it Feared it Freed it Forced it Loved it Lived it Now once again That same thing is happening My heart is beating Boom, Boom, Boom I know but I don't Cannot be sure unless Someone is stumped My memory bumped So it seems Such are dreams Nightmares Who cares The rush is so strong I have written this song To see if it will happen Again My mind open Forgotten token A curio of the past It will never last Long enough True enough Boom, Boom, Boom Fair enough.

ACT I: Shortcut Your name is Banastre Alister, and you live in dream-land, where human souls go when they sleep. Dream-land is best described by the following inflammatory terms: garish eyesore—quirky by mandate—trying too hard—Burtonesque. The cops measure giant mushroom caps to make sure they’re big enough. They’ll ticket you if your fence doesn’t have enough pointless wrought iron curls. If you were in charge, you’d issue citations to anyone found growing a topiary animal out of a barrel-sized teacup; to gentlemen who tip their top hats at ladies, revealing a smaller top hat underneath; and to the sun for lighting up the Day-Glo colors of this psychedelic hellscape. You claim beige is your favorite color, that you like filling out forms and standing in queues. You wanna quit your job as a dream theater usher, so you say, run away to Earth, and go work in a cubicle. In your exotic and farfetched cubicle, you’d spend the day straightening the items on your desk, using the label

The choices we make are all our own... Whether we do what our friends say... Or just walk away... We can never turn back... Even with regret... People will try to break you down... But if you do something you know is wrong... You will be singing a regretful song... You always have a choice... You always have your voice... Don't let people control you... Don't let them treat you... Like a monkey at a circus... I promise you one thing for sure... When you do something you will regret... It cannot be erased... Make the best of your life, and always think ahead... That way, you know for sure... Your life will turn out flawlessly... As long as you follow your heart... Your life will not be torn apart... So don't fret, or regret... Just do as you want and not others... This Poem was written by me in 8th Grade (2009/2010) before going into High School. My English Teacher submitted a few Poems per student who gave permission. It was Published by the Publisher to a Poetry Book later that Year.