Psychotics

Chapter 1-Page 1      Confined


Caged, silence, lost...

     I sit in the middle of my grey padded cell. No windows, no bed, nothing but padding and a two inch thick metal door to chain me here; wearing a paper thin green gown that the staff preferred to call clothes. My head bowed forward making my greasy muddy brown hair, grown way out passed my shoulders, shown in its ratty state in front of my eyes.

     I've been in this hole for days only let out for daily bathroom breaks or spoon fed a tasteless grey mush. I stay on good behavior when I'm out in the halls, the nurses carry a syringe ready to pounce on the nearest mad-man. I know how to play the game; no one knows what's in the green liquid of that needle but i rather not let it seep into my skin to try an erratic escape.

     The door creaks open behind me i hear the hush of his shoes on the padded floor seeing his black teeny-shoes through my hair as he balances on the balls of his feet ;facing me.

  "Hello Mitchell." He greeted pleasantly.

Dead End

Life hasn't been as it once was.
The mind is weakening and losing its site
I had in my mind a journy
 my way has gone
The child mind fades and in the real world
They don't want to see the make believe
You create, you plan, you write
yet the writing is leaving and I can't keep up
I want my words to mean something
but they are not noticed at all...

Walk into Nothingness

I walk

I don't know when I started

I do not think

I do not even know where I'm going

but I'm going

The stabbing pain of budding blisters

I stubbornly pound my feet

walking past empty, nothingness

not toward home or any place of safety

  Need of escaping

So focused

So focused on what I need to do

 Get away,

away from everything

to become what I believe

Forward; forward with my aching feet

until I don't feel anymore

I don't need food or water

I don't need breath or life

I become an observer

My eyes see everything

 when everyone else is passing by

Noticing the life I have

and the life I'm desperately reaching for.

Gnarling my fingers to get it in my grasp!

Hours feel like minutes

 Wanting to disappear for days

not knowing where I'm going

 falling off the flat of earth and unforgiving landscape

 having no idea where I ended

Disappear with me

No spoken words to repeat

follow and lets begin

to the life we are fighting towards

Walk with no life to look behind

Walk away alone

and free myself from being me

 only a ghost to be

that will always be chained

to this life that never felt like living



Adventure Crosses Danger

Chapter 1

One long night

     Two men running down a hill side away from the forest, they ran urgently, to a decrepit cabin. The first man had light brown hair with a athletic body, sweat running down his brooding face, is Drake DeNaro. The second man had ink black shoulder length hair and muscular frame, having a hard time breathing through his big grin as he sprinted, is Jaco Twizz.

     "Hurry! yelled Drake "Curse you, Jaco, you bastard! stop laughing it, wasn't funny!!"

between panting breaths Jaco replied "How can you not!? Those idiots deserved it but when you fell on your arse! It took away your physique of being a 'powerful sorcerer'!"

  Jaco almost fell over at the memory on a new round of laughter.

" I swear if you don't stop laughing, I'll kill you!" Drake threatened

 Jaco made a mocking ominous tone "Step away if your life means anything to you- and you fall!"

     They reached the cabin; it was dirty and full of dishes, unwashed, along the floor and shabby table.

"That was fun!" Jaco panted as he moved the towers of plates off the table to the cluttered shelves.

     Drake came over to Jaco and punched him in the face. "That's for laughing." he growled "Oh yes, it was fun having to dodge men that had heavy artillery to fore fill our death wishes and us with nothing but our brains, that could of been shot out at any moment, yet...." His voice took on a lighter tone with a growing smile playing around the corners of his mouth "we got it."

     Jaco grinned mischievously through his swelling cheek as Drake reached deep into his pocket to pull out a small silver cross; placing it down on the table.

     It was Landzarr's Cross from the 19th century; Queen Landzarr was to be beheaded for a crime, the king, accused her of; at her last attempt to save her life she went to a gypsy to explain her innocence. The gypsy asked for her necklace of the cross. Cursing it, that as long as the queen wore it that who ever tried to harm her would be the ones to be harmed, becoming virtually immortal.

     Drake sat down in a wicker chair next to Jaco. He sighed "What do we do now?" staring at the cross.

Time to Waste Chapter 1 pg 2

*Please let me know if you really want to read more by commenting.*

Vivien walked into the kitchen where her mother had made spaghetti and meatballs with corn, a plate already prepared on the table.
"hey mom, have a good day?"
her mother looked up from her food swallowing in answer  "Yes but its sad what has happened today." Vivien and her mother are always busy with work and schedule with her mother working nights and extra long shifts to help pay the bills. Her father left them when she was seven and hasn't helped them at all for the past years. Her mother never talked about him.
Vivien looked down as she took her seat. "Yeah, I was going to hang out with my friends but with what happened..." she trailed off
"Your friend Julie must be devastated." her mother whispered
"What do you mean?"
Vivien's mother looked suddenly shy "I thought you had heard...it was Julie's little sister that was killed this morning."
It felt like a land side had dropped on Vivien's head. No, she was only fifteen!

*be continued*

Time to Waste Chapter 1

*I've decided to do this one page at a time. For you don't want to read a very long entry in one sitting so I've broken it down. Enjoy!*

    A chilly soggy afternoon Vivian Marsden walked home from her bus stop. It had been a frightening day at school. She looked back at the memory.

                Her friend Jessica Thann and Julie Haze were walking down the tiled halls of Evergreen High School giggling and talking of nonsense. It had been awhile since Vivian had hung out with them since of all her school work and job as a waitress at Olive Garden.

’Hey Jess! Julie!” she shouted

The chattering stopped as they looked over at her, a look of unease crossed their faces as she approached them.

“hey, Vivian’ Muttered Julie and she twirled with her auburn shoulder length hair

“Hi” added Jessica looking down at her scuffed up tennis shoes

Strained smiles appeared to greet her.

“What are you up to?” Vivian inquired smiling warmly not noticing of the awkward greeting.

“Um, nothing really.”Jessica replied

“Talking about a test and stuff.” Julie sighed

“Are you guys busy? I’m free for once, let’s hang out!” Vivian gushed

Jessica and Julie looked at each other with stone grave faces.

“Didn’t you hear about the murder?” Julie whispered

Vivian’s eyes widened with surprise. “When did it happen?”

“Just this morning.” Jessica said

“What!?” she gasped

“Yeah we’re all freaked out.” Jessica nodded

Vivian shook her head as she brought herself back to the present climbing her cement stairs leading to the front door. Sadly by the end of school an announcement that the police was on high alert and were to reside in our homes at this time, so she couldn’t hang out with her friends; she dropped her heavy fraying bag, face planting into her soft bed and began to dream.

Gun shots rang out.

Fear griped Vivian witnessing a gray van screeching as it can around the corner headed for her!

She dived for the sidewalk scrapping her face on the cold hard surface

The van drove off down the street; Vivian looked up to find a body laying not ten feet from her.

She yelled a name but didn’t understand the name that escaped her lips.

She quickly made it to the person side, it was a boy, she gently leaden him to the side to reveal his face but the shadows of approaching night made it impossible to see his facial features.

Unexpectedly hands wrapped around her and felt the sting of the lacerating knife slitting open her throat.

“Vivian! You want to wake up to eat dinner?!” Vivian heard her mother shout through the bedroom door as she awoke sitting up, out of breath, prying at her neck. Nothing, just a dream.

The Upcoming

Ok., been working on it so here are the finally titles for the 3 books.

Time To Waste

Time To Kill

Time To Spare

I'll be posting in a week with the first chapter of Time To Waste!!

Time To Kill...book two (preview)

I've been having a lot of writer's block but I've been having some thoughts and hit gold! I've got my plot line for my book I've been working on for a long time and I believe it is coming together nicely enough. Anyways, I have been working on book two of the Time Trilogy but I'll have to back track and explain what is going on but I don't want to give away the ending or anything.
Bare with me as I try to go back and write the first book on here by chapters.
I will be adding a lot soon!

Photo's of Rememberence *continued*

I tore at the paper with lines, circles, tornados; anything, anything to keep my hand moving across the page. Until the bell for the end of lunch rang I looked down to see I had drawn a scene of a person standing in an open door way looking at the foreground where a girl lying on the floor in a black puddle of-

I ripped out the page; picked up my stuff and slammed the hateful picture in the trash. I sauntered into my math class, tardy, without realizing I had tears rolling down my cheeks.

I hastily rubbed them away before the others took the chance to look at me with curiosity and pity; shaking my head as I sat in my seat taking out my books and needed paper and pen.

“Hey.” a voice said. I glanced to see a girl with brown wavy hair sitting next to me.

I gave a slight smile as I replied with  “ hello.”

“You’re name is Ty right?’ she inquired.

She must be new, I do not know her name; in a small town like this I’ve know these people since I was conceived.

“Yes, I am, and you are?” I asked

“Viviane. Viviane Jada.”

“Hello Viviane then.” I smirked

Mr. Gunny started our class with everyday first day of school routine. Roll, introduction, documents, and homework.

Bell rang and I entered that class after class until school was out and was free from the madness!