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!

Photos of Rememberence

I need to get out of here. But there were still three more classes I needed to go to. My mother would let me skip on them given the way my life is right now but it was only the first day. I need to get a grip on myself.

I was with her since ninth grade; it would be four if she ‘d stayed…

No. Stop. Don’t think.

I was out on the open field in the front of the school. I trudged out on the grassy hills and passed dying trees, as they were getting ready for winter. This was going to be my coldest winter. Christmas will never hold joy again.

I took deep breaths and took out a paper and pen from my fraying backpack. I scribbled, doodled, sketched I had no experience with drawing and I sure didn’t have the talent either but it kept my mind busy.

to be continued

I feel a story coming on

Walking though the double doors of Sand Storm High School. Home of the Dirt Devils of Gunther,Nevada. After the long hot summer of fun for others as for myself; I sat at home trying to keep my world from going upside down.
"Hey, Ty." called my friend Steven Tided trotting toward me. I grimaced in greeting and looked down the hall longing for my locker.
From the corner of my eyes I could see Steven look me over as pity crossed his face he patted my shoulder. "You holding in there bud?"
I shrug him off lightly and remained silent. I was afraid if I did answer I would shatter. Just remembering she is not here; not this year.
Steven nodded solemnly "Are you sure you want to be at school today?"
I stiffly walked to my locker; Steven lagged behind. Its my senior year of course I'm going to stick it out even though I felt like I was slowing fading to nothing.
"You got to talk it out sometime, ya know?" Steven commented shyly.
I turned my head sharply to him, I knew he could see what was in my face; he imminently looked at his feet but it didn't stop him from continuing.
"Its been five months right?"
I slammed my locker shut walking off to my first class gulping back the tears.
i sat in the back of my photography class looking out the window. i forgot to bring something to keep my mind busy as my mind unwillingly slipped into the memories.
      Waking to the phone call in the mist of night; a crying voice as it told me my love was gone; she was  gone...
i jumped in my seat as the statically fake bell rang for the start of first day of school. though i think it should of ended that morning in April. Mrs. Mckracken began roll into introduction of herself and what she what she would like to do this year to the passing out of discloser documents, thankfully no homework.
I'm so sorry Ty she's gone.... i flinched.
at the end of class i headed to the next and the next and the next. before i really cared to notice it was lunch time. People who called me their friend are going to want me to speak to them and how my summer was.
Hell-ish. You tell me how to take a summer like mine.
"Yo, man! Over here!" Steven waved me over to an already over crowed table. "This is my buddy Ty Welter! He is awesome! Tina you should get to meet him." Ah Steven showing me off to the new girls that transferred here; like that would change anything.
he mumbled to me "I'm sorry about earlier; try to be nice?"
I couldn't deal with this. I stood up said some mess about needing to do something walked away from everything.

Last Minute Part 2

Maybe I had killed him, if his spirit is haunting me; though a ghost would not be able to grip me as roughly as Robert was now.
He tilted his head down planting a kiss upon the freezing skin of my neck and inhaling deeply.
"My sweet Violet." He softly murmured.
Tears began welling up in my eyes, how I thought I would never hear his gentle voice again saying my name with love.
An image sliced through this reunion of seeing Robert to the Robert I saw only.. Oh goodness only an hour ago? Its felt like days! with his head slack to the side neck exposed to a hunk of his flesh being ripped across his throat;his blood pouring like a fountain.
I recoiled from his touch fearing and hoping it was a dream. His hand left my mouth; I whipped around to try and see him.
I felt his neck frantically but it was perfect wait, almost perfect there was however ,a thin scar; where in my graphic memory is where he had been injured.
"Violet." He whispered placing his hand upon hers'.
It was here when my legs gave out from beneath. Robert held me fast as I began to fall while bawling in rejoice of him being alive and of the stress of the evening that followed to this moment.
He hushed me as he bowed over picking me up in his arms and walked away from this dark hell-ish night of my life.

last minute

The roar of angry mobs rushing at the heels of my feet; panting and clawing through the woods in the inky black night.
She wasn’t what they thought she was:
Not a vampire! No I didn’t kill my love Robert!
Grief flooded through my veins but I can’t let it overwhelm me; my hair a gnarled mess as they are caught in branches, my dress in tatters from the clawing thorns in the brush. If only the snapping twigs could have no sound I may have a chance to escape the misunderstanding towns people.
The trees broke open into upon a small lake. New moon night, still black glass like surface but the shushing of the water stop me before going head long into it.
My breath barely coming in my lungs, heart pounding almost hurting; the mob has been lost for now best to try and catching strength.
A hand clamped over my mouth and hushed me in my ear. “Be calm.” My deep voice whispered
That voice…Robert?!

A Story at the Top of My Head

Pale early morning streaking though the curtain into the master quarters to reveal the nest of black luminescent hair peeking out from under the lush fabric covers.

It was the pre-dawn much too early then usual for Joelle Granada to arise. She pushed aside the layers of cloth and groaned; stretching her arms above her head and yawning dramatically.

She placed her bare feet upon the cool mahogany wooded floor shuffling along to her dressing cabinet, taking off her nightgown and replaced it with a deliciously dark plum dress and treading boots.

Sleepily she walked down into the kitchen where it was bustling along with cooks and servants that have most likely been awake since three in the morning. The aroma breakfast of buttermilk pancakes and brewing tea; making Joelle’s mouth water.

“Good Moring Ms. Granada up then normal this morning? Did you not sleep well?” boomed the deep voice of the cook Chef Helter. The tall round man loomed over her small frame handing her a small loaf of bread with a slice of white-cheddar cheese wrapped up in a dishrag.

It was code something that she and the cook had discussed if she told him she did sleep well she was still going to go so he would know what to do next. But knew why she didn’t sleep very well.

“I did sleep well thank you.” She murmured uncertain of what was just about to become of her.

Chef Helter nodded once; his eyes giving his emotion of really caring for Joelle. She truly grateful to have a good colleague as Helter but no more time could be wasted; for the break of day was approaching, leading away, out the door to the open chilled air.

Free Write II

"What have you done now?!" growled a gravely male voice. He was six feet tall and hawked over as Hakan barged into the sweltering cabin, caring the young girl in his arms then placing her on there ratty, worn orange couch.
     The wooden cabin sporting a large living room with a roaring fireplace to a squat kitchen and two small bed rooms. Haken had know this house when it was just barely trees and made it into his home once he had  returned here three decades later.
"I haven't done anything, she is exhausted and would of died if I had left her in the snow." Hakan stated pulling off his light-weight black jacket tossing it carelessly onto the floor.
"Here we go again!" the man exasperated threw up his hands making his treebark-brown hair toss about. "We can't have this; its going to end up like the last girl and I have to clean up your mess." He started to step toward the girl; Hakan swiftly stood in between them.
"Stop, Shade!" Haken commanded harshly
"She's Fallen, fool! You got into her life and now she is lost in your allure. I won't let you go doing this because of your foolishness a second time!" Shade hissed his deep ever-green eyes narrowing.
"I haven't! she isn't lost!" Hakan snarled but relaxed his stance and paced over to the ebbing fire. "not yet... not now." he mumbled softly staring aimlessly into the coals.
Shade approached the limp figure placing his hand upon her forehead. "Then her soul in your possession will soon have no choice." He whispered softly; he turned, opened the door, galling wind sent a shiver of cold to the room and marched into the night. Leaving Hakan with his mistake and guilt.

New stories!

Do you remember your dreams?
I've been thinking for quite some time about  how I came about writing. Its been interesting for it was from my dreams or of over thought patterens.
        but the clips of stories have been of starts and stops or in the middle; hence why people of like my writing for they read the action pack center.
        As of late I've been having very vivid dreams of action or deep conversation. I have found that i can build stories from simple windows of imagenation. Also day-dreaming has become something new. I think more deeply of how i can continue the spark of that one sence but its not getting anywhere...well i've been jorunaling my dreams that i've remembered so clearly.
Here is what has been happening:

Chapter One of Alteration

*This is the continuation of The Moonlight is Dimming but I have changed the title*

First day of work

“Welcome, Scott to Animal Savior; you start today!!” announced a brunette receptionist  brightly. “Congratulations!”  Scott Bickler smiled knowingly

“Dr. Churchill will show you around.” She waved her hand toward the hall where a man in a white lab coat came walking up; His light brown hair reflected off the florescent lights above. 

“Shall we?” Churchill asked before briskly turning around walking back down the tiled floor; Scott hurriedly walked after him.

The hall ways were as if a labyrinth all the halls and doors looked identical. The doors were a light pastel green with a small window in the middle accompanied by a clip board hanging underneath them. The walls held a white with dark green square pattern wallpaper. There were about 12 doors, evenly spaced, in each stretch of corridor.

“I’m Brad Churchill; call me Dr. Churchill.” Churchill finally spoke looking over at Scott with his intense hazel eyes

“I’m Dr. Bickler.” He replied unflinching. They turned to another hall that had powder blue doors with no windows or clipboards but little black boxes aside the doorknobs.

“Dr. Bickler, you understand our work here at this facility?” they passed door after door little silver plaques with black numbers A-45; next door A-46.

“We help disabled animals. DNA Genetic Alternator is to for example: help a paralyzed dog with our new technology to walk again.” Scott answered without hesitation.

“Correct. You understand that you are now in a state of pure confidentiality while working here?” Churchill pressed.

“Yes of course.” They finally stopped in front of a door A-50 Churchill swiped his identification card into the black box. Lifting it up the door beeped and the click of the lock moving aside and opened the door.

Scott gasped it was a room he had never seen before. It had rows upon rows of tables with the latest technology: microscopes, DNA scanners, RNA monitors, computers and projector screens; many hard working G.A.’s looked and typed any minor detail in the gene that needed to be used and characterized in their notebook laptops.

Churchill and Scott pasted by all these tables down into another room similar to a dorm community kitchen and rest area.  And standing right in front of him was a door with a plaque announcing like a poster: Dr. S. Bickler D.N.A. G.A. PhD.

A grin spread across Scotts’ face a feeling of absolute wholeness seeing his name placed like that, the title, he had been working for this his whole life. He looked over at Dr. Churchill; he nodded for Scott to use his identification card in the slot to open his door. The indicator beeped. Scott turned the handle to behold his new professional work space; it was almost like Christmas to him.

“This is your office: Everything in here should be efficient for your work but there is also the general room with addition technology, the common area you are welcome to use at any time and you can take as long as you like on your assignment for we do what the best possible result.”

Scott sat in the roller black chair behind is massive mahogany desk with his new Notebook laptop. The room was big enough to park a Hummer! Full of the same powder blue for the walls as the doors with black hard carpet; on the side in front of his desk was a grey table top attached to the wall.

 It held three computers, a high quality microscope, a file holder with full of new assignments for him and test tubes with measuring tubes. On the opposite wall had a projector screen to place up his online diagrams.

“I must go now; your welcome to fill this room with any personal items that you like; this is your room and only you are able to use this room. Dr. Lani will visit you soon to get you a detailed tour of Animal Savior.” Churchill nodded, walking out.

Scott sighed. So much technology at his hands; where could he begin?!

Random Free Write

    The tar black night with no points of light from stars, leads you to believe there will be no more rainbow sunrises; ice cold snow crunches beneath my feet, I'm lost in my own nightmarish wonderland in this labyrinth  forest. The chill of this inky abyss makes me shiver; I've never wanted to meet my fears head on but here I was; lost in this frozen forest entrapped with them.
Chasing after this character, that people repeatedly tried to convince me, wasn't real; that it was all inside my mind; I'll prove them wrong!
    I stumbled through the dark, hands out stretched; thrashing, pushing aside unseen obstacles. Jumping at every sound that echoed like a amphitheater or flinching away from sudden pains as pine needles pricked my skin; if I could see, I'm sure my breath would be like a, steam train billowing out its smoke; for the temperature was dropping drastically.
  How cold must it before my blood begins to freeze?
No. I will not think of that. Focus. Him. Find Him.
  What if everyone is right? What if he is not real? You're going to die chasing something that isn't there!?
shut up! shut up! shut up!
    I knelt to the hard ground, packed with stone hard snow; likely leave bruises on my knees. The burning of tears threatening to over flow; a pent up scream of pain, frustration ,and utter lost of hope clawing its way up my throat to be let lose. I surrender...

    I heard His gasp of surprise and dismay at the sight of me on the ground. I could not see Him but His presents, hearing His intake of breath made every pain I've endured so far, vanish.
    "Zaara." His deep voice, softly whispered my name; enveloping me with instant warmth. "Why are you out here? You can't be so careless about your own safety." He wrapped arms around me and caressed my face leaving warmth in its wake where our skin met. How He could see in this shadowed dark I knew not but He was here; holding me, touching me.
    I blindly turned and pressed my frosted face to His perfect, strong, muscled chest; deeply inhaling His crisp fresh scent of pine tree sap and campfire smoke.
  "Hakan." I sighed contently.
   Hakan is real, he has to be! No fragmentation could be this solid!  Whatever Hakan was, real or imagined, I wanted him here; by my side always. He had saved my life numerous times before. But in the manner of his persona, I knew, he was something not of this world. Nothing like vampires or werewolves but of a darker myth; a forbidden legend, that was here before all other creatures were made.
     "Come, I need to get you out of this weather." Hakan murmured into my hair as he planted a comforting kiss there. He lifted me up in his arms and sprinted silently making no sound through the thick forest. Finally, scummed to my exhaustion, I fell to sleep in his arms; begging, praying he'd still be with me when morning comes.
  
     

Paintbrush

I keep my paintbrush with me, whereever I may go,

In case I need to cover up, so the real me doesn't show.

I'm so afraid to show you me;afraid of what you'll do,

I'm afraid you'll laugh or say mean things; afaid I might lose you.

I'd like to remove all the layers, to show you the real, true me

But I want you to try to understand; I need you to like what you see.

So if you'll be patient and close your eyes, I'll remove the coats real

slow,

Please understand how much it hurts, to let the real me show.

Now that my coats are all stripped off, I feel naked, bare and cold,

And if you still find me pleasing, you are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to save my paintbrush though, and hold it in my hand,

I need to keep it handy in case someone doesn't understand.

So please protect me, my dear friend, and thanks for loving me true,

And please let me keep my paintbrush with me, until I love me, too.

Heart of me

Heart of me

Outlandish, compassionate, obstinate, affectionate

But I feel so absent in the world but knowing I’ll make a difference someday

Who cares for everyone even if they don’t notice.

Who feels heavily broken by the spiteful words of others

Who gives contentment and delight to all those around

Trying to give a helping hand to them

Who fears being despised, of being unloved

Of going astray from who they are

Who would adore seeing with new sight

And getting things right!

Who would love to see a vivid new day of change

With enlightened hope that never fades away

An enduring soul of The Unknown