Rick came home late from work again smelling of perfume, wine and sex.
“You were with that trollop again,” Shaiya said tearfully.
“Don’t start with me woman,” he replied and shoved past her to say good night to their children.
When Rick returned, she was drinking whiskey straight up. “You can’t drink that while you’re nursing,” he said and knocked the glass out of her hand. It shattered on the floor, spilling the amber liquid all over the carpet.
“What do you care?”
“Shut up and clean up that glass before one of the kids comes downstairs. Then get me a beer,” Rick said as he turned on the TV.
“You made the mess, you clean it up,” Shaiya said, heading upstairs to their bedroom. He stormed up the stairs behind her.
“You will not sass me, woman,” Rick hissed, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back down the stairs. “Clean the mess up.”
“Screw you,” Shaiya replied then spat in his face.
His breathing was ragged and his face was red with anger. He slapped her across the face with the back of his hand. Shaiya cried out and put her hands up in self-defense before he could hit her again.
“You forget your place woman,” he said then grabbed her hair again and dragged her to the couch. Rick sat down, pulling her over his lap, then peppered her ass with heavy-handed swats as she sobbed and tried to escape. He was too strong and held her in place.
When Rick finished he shoved her onto the floor and ripped away her clothes. His fury had turned to angry lust and he sexually assaulted her. When he was sated, he pulled out of her and looked at her with contempt.
“I’m going to bed. Clean that glass up or so help me woman, I will clean it up with your face,” he said then staggered up the stairs.
After he was gone, Shaiya slowly dragged herself to her feet and cleaned up the glass and whiskey then she picked up the torn clothes. Her body was weak from the assault and her face was starting to swell. She threw away the clothes then pulled an ice pack from the freezer. Shaiya placed it gingerly on her face as she returned to the living room.
She wondered how her life had gone so completely wrong. This is not what she had signed up for when she’d said “I do” 13 years ago. She laughed aloud as she thought about how so many referred to marriage as an institution. It truly was a prison with only one escape.
Shaiya’s eyes sparkled; she knew what needed to be done. It was time to extinguish the pain from her life. She put the ice pack back in the freezer then headed upstairs with the fire extinguisher.
Rick was sprawled across the bed, snoring loudly. Shaiya gently placed the hose into his mouth then pulled the pin and squeezed the lever as hard as she could. His eyes flew open as his mouth quickly filled with foam. His lungs became clogged with powder and his breathing became restricted until it finally stopped.
Shaiya stared at his prone body then whispered, “Until death do we part.”
© January 26, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Loss Prevention
“Are you sure?” Sam, a security expert, asked.
“I counted three times. There are five bags of blood missing,” Jan answered. She was in charge of the Red Cross blood bank. Blood supplies were critically low and if word got out that blood was disappearing there would be hell to pay.
“Do you have any leads?”
“None, we’re clueless.”
Sam walked through the storage room. Nothing seemed out of place and there were no traces of a break in.
“I have a theory but I’ll have to investigate overnight,” he said. Jan nodded then handed him a set of keys.
That night Sam sat alone in the dark storage room. A few hours had passed when he heard the flapping of wings then a dark figure appeared. The vampire’s body was illuminated by the glow from the exit sign.
“Damned blood sucker,” Sam thought as he watched it drink the bag of blood. He hated them more than most monsters. He closed his eyes as visions of a vampire sucking his wife Mary dry as he watched helplessly flashed before him. His eyes opened in time to see the vampire turn back into a bat and disappear into the ventilation system, the bag grasped in its claws.
He met with Jan in the morning. “You’ve got a vampire.”
“Huh? They’re not real! Are they?”
“I saw it with my own eyes,” Sam answered. “The monster comes in through the ventilation system as a bat, transforms into a human to drink the blood then takes the evidence with him when he turns back into a bat and leaves the same way it got in.”
“How do we get rid of it?”
“I’ll have to do a stake out.”
Jan hated violence but agreed to his plan. “Just get rid of it.”
Sam set up in the storage room again. While he waited for darkness to fall, he used his pocketknife to sharpen a wooden stake. A few hours passed when he heard the bat again. After it transformed, he stepped out of the shadows and stabbed the vampire in the chest with the stake.
“That’s for Mary,” he hissed as he watched it writher and die.
The next morning he showed Jan the vampire’s dead body. She blanched at the sight of it.
“I can dispose of it for you,” he offered.
“Thank you,” she said as she handed him cash for his services. Jan gagged as she watched him put the decomposing body in his trunk then drive away.
When he got home, Sam dragged the vampire’s body into the kitchen. He started skinning it then cut the meat from the bones. He divided the meat and put it in storage bags. Eating the vampire wouldn’t bring his wife back, but it was better quelling his hunger than rotting in the ground.
© January 23, 2011
“I counted three times. There are five bags of blood missing,” Jan answered. She was in charge of the Red Cross blood bank. Blood supplies were critically low and if word got out that blood was disappearing there would be hell to pay.
“Do you have any leads?”
“None, we’re clueless.”
Sam walked through the storage room. Nothing seemed out of place and there were no traces of a break in.
“I have a theory but I’ll have to investigate overnight,” he said. Jan nodded then handed him a set of keys.
That night Sam sat alone in the dark storage room. A few hours had passed when he heard the flapping of wings then a dark figure appeared. The vampire’s body was illuminated by the glow from the exit sign.
“Damned blood sucker,” Sam thought as he watched it drink the bag of blood. He hated them more than most monsters. He closed his eyes as visions of a vampire sucking his wife Mary dry as he watched helplessly flashed before him. His eyes opened in time to see the vampire turn back into a bat and disappear into the ventilation system, the bag grasped in its claws.
He met with Jan in the morning. “You’ve got a vampire.”
“Huh? They’re not real! Are they?”
“I saw it with my own eyes,” Sam answered. “The monster comes in through the ventilation system as a bat, transforms into a human to drink the blood then takes the evidence with him when he turns back into a bat and leaves the same way it got in.”
“How do we get rid of it?”
“I’ll have to do a stake out.”
Jan hated violence but agreed to his plan. “Just get rid of it.”
Sam set up in the storage room again. While he waited for darkness to fall, he used his pocketknife to sharpen a wooden stake. A few hours passed when he heard the bat again. After it transformed, he stepped out of the shadows and stabbed the vampire in the chest with the stake.
“That’s for Mary,” he hissed as he watched it writher and die.
The next morning he showed Jan the vampire’s dead body. She blanched at the sight of it.
“I can dispose of it for you,” he offered.
“Thank you,” she said as she handed him cash for his services. Jan gagged as she watched him put the decomposing body in his trunk then drive away.
When he got home, Sam dragged the vampire’s body into the kitchen. He started skinning it then cut the meat from the bones. He divided the meat and put it in storage bags. Eating the vampire wouldn’t bring his wife back, but it was better quelling his hunger than rotting in the ground.
© January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Family Reunion
Jessica stared at her dad’s picture on the laptop screen. With her mom gone, he was all she had left and at 16, she wasn’t ready to be an orphan. She’d spent weeks looking for him on the Internet. When she found him on the hospital’s staff Web page, she made a plan for their paths to cross.
“Time to meet your daughter Dr. Stevens,” she said as she popped a handful of pills into her mouth and washed them down with vodka stolen from mom’s stash. Jessica dialed 9-1-1 then set the receiver on the motel room desk.
Her head grew fuzzy and she rested her head next to the phone. “Help … me,” she pleaded as the darkness enveloped her.
“Jessica? Can you hear me?” a male voice asked. He seemed a million miles away. Other voices drifted into her consciousness as she woke from a heavy sleep. Her eyes slowly fluttered open.
“Welcome back,” greeted the male voice. “You gave us quite a scare.”
It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to brightly lit room then Jessica smiled weakly as she looked into her dad’s eyes. “Thanks Daddy, I knew you’d save me.”
© January 22, 2011
“Time to meet your daughter Dr. Stevens,” she said as she popped a handful of pills into her mouth and washed them down with vodka stolen from mom’s stash. Jessica dialed 9-1-1 then set the receiver on the motel room desk.
Her head grew fuzzy and she rested her head next to the phone. “Help … me,” she pleaded as the darkness enveloped her.
“Jessica? Can you hear me?” a male voice asked. He seemed a million miles away. Other voices drifted into her consciousness as she woke from a heavy sleep. Her eyes slowly fluttered open.
“Welcome back,” greeted the male voice. “You gave us quite a scare.”
It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to brightly lit room then Jessica smiled weakly as she looked into her dad’s eyes. “Thanks Daddy, I knew you’d save me.”
© January 22, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Mooned
Donald hated being an intern at the observatory. All he did was flip through pictures of Rhea, one Saturn’s moons, to see if anything changed. Nothing ever did.
He closed the slideshow viewer halfway through and was about to sign off when he noticed something in the last few thumbnails on the screen. Something was moving across the frame.
Donald opened the picture then zoomed in. It was the strangest creature he'd ever seen. He flipped through the pictures and saw it moving across the landscape until it was in the center of the frame.
The creature looked at the camera. It was tall and slim, stood on two thick legs and had two skinny arms with thin-striped skin. It had a single eye in the middle of its forehead, a carrot-shaped nose that moved around like an elephant’s trunk and a small mouth.
It turned, revealing a second eye, and bent over, displaying its ass for a few pictures. The creature looked back at the camera and looked like it was laughing. Then it was gone.
Donald burst out laughing. He’d just witnessed the first intergalactic mooning.
© January 17, 2011
He closed the slideshow viewer halfway through and was about to sign off when he noticed something in the last few thumbnails on the screen. Something was moving across the frame.
Donald opened the picture then zoomed in. It was the strangest creature he'd ever seen. He flipped through the pictures and saw it moving across the landscape until it was in the center of the frame.
The creature looked at the camera. It was tall and slim, stood on two thick legs and had two skinny arms with thin-striped skin. It had a single eye in the middle of its forehead, a carrot-shaped nose that moved around like an elephant’s trunk and a small mouth.
It turned, revealing a second eye, and bent over, displaying its ass for a few pictures. The creature looked back at the camera and looked like it was laughing. Then it was gone.
Donald burst out laughing. He’d just witnessed the first intergalactic mooning.
© January 17, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Womb for Hire
“I want my money,” she screamed as a new contraction started.
“Very soon dear,” he replied.
Janet screamed as another contraction hit her, pushing the baby out with what little strength she had left. The baby’s cries filled the room as the doctor cut the umbilical cord, then handed her to a nurse to clean.
“Ouch!” the nurse cried as the baby bit her finger.
She hungrily sucked the nurse’s blood until the doctor pried the finger away. He immobilized the baby’s head as another nurse finished cleaning her, ignoring her crying demands for food. Then the nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket.
“Take your blood sucker and get out!” The doctor held the baby towards the man standing in the shadows.
“The money has been transferred, enjoy the feast,” the vampire said then grabbed the baby and vanished into the night.
Janet lunged towards the doctor, fangs bared. She needed replenishing now that she was free from the blood sucker. Her teeth sunk into his neck and she greedily drained his blood.
Janet let his body fall to the floor then looked at the nurse. “Time for dessert!”
© January 14, 2011
“Very soon dear,” he replied.
Janet screamed as another contraction hit her, pushing the baby out with what little strength she had left. The baby’s cries filled the room as the doctor cut the umbilical cord, then handed her to a nurse to clean.
“Ouch!” the nurse cried as the baby bit her finger.
She hungrily sucked the nurse’s blood until the doctor pried the finger away. He immobilized the baby’s head as another nurse finished cleaning her, ignoring her crying demands for food. Then the nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket.
“Take your blood sucker and get out!” The doctor held the baby towards the man standing in the shadows.
“The money has been transferred, enjoy the feast,” the vampire said then grabbed the baby and vanished into the night.
Janet lunged towards the doctor, fangs bared. She needed replenishing now that she was free from the blood sucker. Her teeth sunk into his neck and she greedily drained his blood.
Janet let his body fall to the floor then looked at the nurse. “Time for dessert!”
© January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Anticipation
The anticipation weighs heavy in the air. There is a collective intake of breath as a single bell rings, breaking the silence. The large wooden doors fly open and the sound of hundreds of children racing outside fills the air, finally released from their educational prison. Summer vacation has begun.
© January 12, 2011
© January 12, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Romance Reborn
“He’s dead,” Sue cried, looking at the mangled midget body lying in front of her car.
“Maybe he’s stunned?”
Sue kicked the small body; he didn’t move. “Definitely dead.”
“Check for an ID,” Jen suggested.
Sue found a card attached to his arrow satchel and read: “If you’re reading this it means I am dead. As such, you will become the Angel of Romance and spread the love.”
“Why are you getting smaller?” her friend asked suddenly.
“What do you mean?” Sue looked down, she was no taller than a two year old, and wings sprouted from her back, tearing through her clothes. Her lithe body was chubby and her genitals had transformed into little boy bits.
“What the hell?” Her voice was now deeper, too.
Jen laughed and picked Sue up. “You’re so adorable!”
“Put me down! Or I’ll pop an arrow in your ass with that loser Bud’s name on it!”
“You don’t have to be mean,” Jen huffed, setting her friend down.
“Tell my parents I ran away from home,” Sue said as she donned the satchel of arrows and picked up the gilded bow, then flapped her wings. “See you the next time you’re in love.”
© January 11, 2011
“Maybe he’s stunned?”
Sue kicked the small body; he didn’t move. “Definitely dead.”
“Check for an ID,” Jen suggested.
Sue found a card attached to his arrow satchel and read: “If you’re reading this it means I am dead. As such, you will become the Angel of Romance and spread the love.”
“Why are you getting smaller?” her friend asked suddenly.
“What do you mean?” Sue looked down, she was no taller than a two year old, and wings sprouted from her back, tearing through her clothes. Her lithe body was chubby and her genitals had transformed into little boy bits.
“What the hell?” Her voice was now deeper, too.
Jen laughed and picked Sue up. “You’re so adorable!”
“Put me down! Or I’ll pop an arrow in your ass with that loser Bud’s name on it!”
“You don’t have to be mean,” Jen huffed, setting her friend down.
“Tell my parents I ran away from home,” Sue said as she donned the satchel of arrows and picked up the gilded bow, then flapped her wings. “See you the next time you’re in love.”
© January 11, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Published!
My story "Happy Endings?" was published yesterday! It is the tale a teenage girl who no longer wants to be bullied and how her parents cope. You can read it here.
The story was originally titled, "Frozen in Time" but the editor requested a rewrite so it wasn't so depressing. You can read the original tale here.
The story was originally titled, "Frozen in Time" but the editor requested a rewrite so it wasn't so depressing. You can read the original tale here.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Finding God
A bright light shone at the end of a long, dark tunnel and it beckoned her. She stared at the light. It looked familiar but she couldn’t place it. Then it dawned on her.
Am I dead?
Inside the light, her deceased family members stood next to a man in white robes. He was tall with white hair and his face was aged but kind.
She faltered. It couldn’t be. Heaven wasn’t real; God didn’t exist. She’d spent years convincing herself it was nothing more than a fairy tale. There was no proof any of it was real.
But there he was—irrefutable evidence of his existence.
She’d been wrong. She fell to her knees and bowed her head. “Forgive me Father.”
God replied, “You are forgiven.”
In the distance she heard a faint, “Clear!”
Suddenly everything went dark and her body jerked violently. Her heart lurched and started beating again. Her eyes fluttered open and the emergency room lights shone in her eyes. Nurses and doctors bustled around her.
I’m alive!
When she recovered, she shared her story and newfound mission to encourage others to accept God’s existence through her best selling novel and public access show, “Finding God.”
© January 3, 2011
Am I dead?
Inside the light, her deceased family members stood next to a man in white robes. He was tall with white hair and his face was aged but kind.
She faltered. It couldn’t be. Heaven wasn’t real; God didn’t exist. She’d spent years convincing herself it was nothing more than a fairy tale. There was no proof any of it was real.
But there he was—irrefutable evidence of his existence.
She’d been wrong. She fell to her knees and bowed her head. “Forgive me Father.”
God replied, “You are forgiven.”
In the distance she heard a faint, “Clear!”
Suddenly everything went dark and her body jerked violently. Her heart lurched and started beating again. Her eyes fluttered open and the emergency room lights shone in her eyes. Nurses and doctors bustled around her.
I’m alive!
When she recovered, she shared her story and newfound mission to encourage others to accept God’s existence through her best selling novel and public access show, “Finding God.”
© January 3, 2011
Published!
I just got word that my story, Special Snow Delivery, was published! It is a 200-ish word story about a zombie couple tired of eating frozen brains. You can read it here: Postcard Shorts.
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