Man of Hell

I awoke in a poorly lit cave having no idea how I got there. My head was hurting something terrible and felt like I had just been hit by a bus. When I got to my feet, I had a vision, a flash of thought enter my head and I saw myself climbing on top of a roof. I remembered seeing my girlfriend next to me, then nothing. “Megan,” I thought to myself, “where am I? Are you here somewhere too?” I started my search to find out.
The cave was warm yet very cold in some parts and what little light that was in there, did not keep me from stumbling around. I walked for what seemed like miles until I finally saw a light coming from an opening in distance. “I’m coming Megan, I will find you,” I said to myself as I moved toward the light. As I moved closer to the light the walls of the cave became more and more illuminated. I could see what looked like crude cave paintings but they were symbols that I couldn’t understand or make sense of. I just kept moving towards the light knowing I need to get to her. Thoughts of her being hurt, scared and alone scratched at my soul and I picked up my pace.
When I finally reached the glowing opening, I was in awe. There, I saw that the light was coming from molten rock and a few fires that seemed to be burning nothing. Then I heard the screams, the whimpering and moaning beyond the lighted chamber of the cave. Through the waves of heat that warped my sight, I began to make out bodies. As I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t just seeing things, I caught sight of where my feet were placed. I was standing on what appeared to a pile of bones. Taking a second look around me, I noticed in horror that the entire cave was constructed of bone. I had to push back my fear and find Megan.
As I made my way past the ledge I was on and moved towards the exit of the glowing room, the moaning bodies began to grab at me. “HELP ME! HELP US! IT BURNS!” the voices cried. My only thought was that of getting to my love so I left them to their torment.

Viotta

She had never been this excited or nervous at the same time, it was her wedding day. She had the perfect dress, rented the perfect hall and would soon have the perfect husband. As she looked in the mirror touching up her makeup, she was reminded of her parent’s objection to the wedding. They loved Mike and wanted him live at their house with Viotta, they even offered to rent them their own house as long as they just lived together and not get married. Viotta could not understand what the problem with getting married was and was still feeling hurt by the fact that her parents said they would not be attending her ceremony. “Come on girl,” she said to her reflection, “today is going to be the best day of your life and nothing is going to ruin it.”
The wedding ceremony was just absolutely flawless. All of her friends were there, all of Mike’s friends were there. Everyone was getting along and having the best time of their lives. No expense was spared, from the decorations to the many live bands that played not to mention the food and drinks, the many, many drinks. Five years of struggling and saving up for the greatest night ever was worth it.
At the reception party, where the real fun began, Viotta wanted to play a little girls only drinking game so Mike had to search for his own fun. “Come here my husband,” she said throwing her arms around him, “me and the girls are gonna play for a little bit so why don’t you go find Sean and hang out with him for a bit, then later on I’m all yours my love.” He smiled, gave her a kiss and said, “I love you girl, don’t you get too drunk and pass out me now. You hear me girls? I’m counting on you to keep her sober-ish.” Still smiling he went off in search of his best man Sean.
He finally found him in the men’s restroom relieving himself at a urinal and figured while he was there maybe he should empty his tank as well. “Hey Sean,” Mike said while unzipping, “You having fun?” He replied, “Hell yeah, I got so many numbers these girls won’t know what hit them. Hey man, Viotta’s looking hot in that tight black dress, I’m just saying.” “She’s my wife now,” Mike said, “and that my friend is one of the many reasons I married her.” They finished their business and went to the bar for another drink. “Hey uh Mike,” Sean questioned curiously, “You know there’s only one security guard here right? Well, what do say to exploring the other floors a little.” “Viotta is having fun with her friends, everybody is having a good time, why the hell not.” They clinked their glasses together and headed for the staircase.
When they got to the second floor, they learned they weren’t the only ones that strayed from the party going on beneath them. The upstairs hall was broken up into smaller rooms for smaller gatherings but the owners didn’t count on Viotta and Mike’s friends breaking into them and having parties of their own. Mike was in awe, “Shit! I’m gonna have to pay for all this.” Not letting that bother him too much he yelled out, “ENJOY THE ROOMS, assholes,” then continued exploring with Sean drinks in hand. After exploring enough of the second floor, they decided to go to the top and see what was on the third floor.

Wish Four

 

 

Brent Underwood was a college student like any other. He went to school, worked a crappy part time job, he lived off of noodles and whatever he could sneak out of work in his back pack. The two best parts of his day were getting off of work to live out his obsession with video games and the other was passing Carrie in the hall way at school. She filled his every thought but in the back of his mind he just felt he was never destined for love especially with her, she didn’t even know he existed. He was the awkward nerdy type that only talked to girls when they thought he was smart enough to help them with their assignments. Brent would always sit and eat outside the cafeteria hoping to catch another glimpse of her before going to his next class. He would fantasize about asking her out and sweeping her off her feet wishing he knew what to say to her. Sometimes he would wish so hard that he would sweat and one day something picked up the scent of his desperation.
On his way from school to work, he kept getting the feeling he was being watched but blamed it on his games and blew it off. After his shift at Burger Brigade he stuffed some of the leftover burgers in his backpack and started walking to his apartment. On his walk home, he was coming up with a plan for his next move on the game that he played online but he started getting that feeling again, like someone was watching him. He tried to ignore it until he heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see no one was there. He just shook his head thinking maybe he was just tired or something and kept on walking. Once he heard the footsteps again he just started running, he had watched too many movies and knew never to turn around and look for a second time. When he got to his door he unlocked it and dove inside locking it back up again before looking out the window.
When he was sure no one was there, he let his beating heart calm down and said out loud, “Yeah, I wasn’t scared anyway.” Then he turned around to see a tall figure in a hooded cloak.

What will be my first novel

I don’t want to be some anonymous person pumping out words so here it is. I’ve been working on this book for a while it was one of my childhood dreams that burned into my mind permanently and I figured that it would be a good one to start with so here is a little glimpse of the first couple of pages. If enough people like it I will post a little more. Just like how the story itself was created, it all started with a dream.

 

“As David walked down the street with his thick leather boots all was dark and quiet except for the little bit of liquid sloshing around in the gas can he had with him. There was no one around that he could see, the streets were empty and lifeless. He wasn’t sure where he was or
how he got there but he didn’t let it bother him,he just kept on walking. The buildings and houses around him were abandoned and falling apart and he could still tell that this was once a beautiful neighborhood full of life. White picket fences now charred and broken, plants were shriveled up and dead, lawns once neatly manicured now over grown with weeds and trash.

When he came to the middle of the block he stopped and thew the gas can at a house. Reaching into his pockets he pulled out a lighter and some crudely fashioned sticks wrapped in and oil soaked rags. David spoke under his breath, “It’s time to start anew.” Then without thought he lit the rags on fire then threw it at the nearest house. Almost instantly the house took to the flame and spread up and down the street from house to house following the trail of gasoline he had laid.
David kept walking down the empty street , houses now ablaze, like nothing was wrong. Just watching the houses burn as if the neighborhood was still in it’s prime and covered in Christmas lights. This brought David comfort and somehow made him feel safer. Continuing on, the fire from the burning houses lit his way through the night. Then he noticed movement coming from inside the houses. When he got a better look his eyes widened as he saw the burning silhouettes, David began to panic. He started waving his arms and running toward the burning figures trying to get their attention. He began shouting, screaming, calling for anyone who could hear him but something was different, something wasn’t right. As he shouted his voice was not there, instead only silence was emitted. His mouth was open but the only sounds were that of wood crackling in the fires. He looked around for anything to put out the fires and saw the the road was covered in ash blowing around in the wind then falling to the ground like gentle snow. That’s when he noticed all the bodies scattered around him. They looked as if they had been decomposing for quite a while but they were not covered in ash like everything else. It seemed as if they were just placed there, but how was the question. Then he began to wonder what happened to those people and why was he burning the houses. 

Puzzled, David thought: Was there some kind of accident? Did they cause this or did I? One of the bodies started to twitch then began crawling towards David with great difficulty. The mans legs were completely lifeless, just weight dangling behind a burnt torso. His arms were missing some flesh but still the man used them to inch closer to David reaching towards him as if he were asking for help. As he ran over to see if he could help the crawling man, the figure just stopped crawling and plopped down on the gray powdery road. Avoiding the burning debris he reached the man and flipped his body over only to see it as lifeless as the rest. Suddenly the man’s eyes opened and locked with David’s then he spoke. “Only time can kill us David!””

Heart Broken

Amy was a young woman who seemed to have a normal life. She worked during the day and took classes at the local college in the evening. On the nights she didn’t have school she would have coffee at a nearby poetry lounge called The Written. Like a lot of the people there she was brokenhearted and began to write about what she was feeling. When she had found that place, she felt like a great weight had been lifted off her heart. Amy finally had a sanctuary where she could fit in, share her feeling, her thoughts and not have to worry about being judged as she let her bottled up emotions out, this became her way of coping with heartbreak.
After going there for a few weeks she made quite a few friends and began getting close to a young man named Aaron. His writings were so similar to hers that she instantly felt a connection with him and soon after, they began dating. She kept writing and reciting her poetry and stories at The Written only they began to change as did her feelings. Her words that were once dark and full of pain and anger began to show a cryptic form of hope.
Being with Aaron, she felt that she not only picked up the broken pieces of her life but built a castle out of them. When they began to perform pieces together she felt that it was time to let down the walls she built around her heart and let him in, she was falling in love. She decided to tell him on stage, the same stage that put her on the path to heal her heartbreak, the stage that brought them together.
That night she was very nervous during her performance because she brought Aaron up on stage to reveal to him and everyone else there that she has fallen in love with him. When Amy finished reciting her work, she put her arms around Aaron, kissed him and nervously said to him, “You make me feel a wonder I’ve never felt before. You helped me pick up the pieces of my shattered life and rebuild them into something incredible. I love you Aaron.” He closed his eyes and took in a very deep breath through his nose and held it for a few seconds. The feeling of terror began rising in her blood until, he let out his breath, opened his eyes and stared into hers saying, “I love you too Amy.” The crowd stood up and cheered for them. To her, life couldn’t be more marvelous, this was everything she had been dreaming about.
In Amy’s mind that night was absolutely perfect, it was magical in every way but the night was reaching it’s end and they made their way back to Aaron’s apartment. Inside she threw herself on his couch and affectionately said, “I can’t believe it. I even love saying I love you.” He sat down on the couch next to her gently placing his hand on her leg then stared into her eyes. At this point he knew she was genuinely in love with him so he decided it was time to let her in on his little secret.
He tapped her nose with his index finger and revealed his intentions. “I love you too! I can smell the love in your blood, now I have to spice it with fear before I consume it.” She became very confused by this and even a little frightened when she asked, “What do you mean by that?” He laughed and simply replied, “Oh I intend to drink your blood, all of it. It’s my life force, that’s how I survive.” “Are you like a vampire or something? Are you really going to kill me?” she asked with terror in her voice. The smug grin on his face was instantly replaced with angry eyes as he struck her cheek with the back of his hand and yelled out, “How dare you compare me to such a filthy creature, I am divine! I waited so long to fill your blood with love, the endorphins mixed with adrenaline is unlike anything else. And now that you are filled with fear, it’s time to dine.”
“Wait” she cried out as she wiped away her tears still holding her bruised cheek. “I have a secret too, I’m not really scared … at all. I really love you, I do and that’s why I get so heart broken, when I have to kill my loves. I feed off of the fear that gathers inside their heart.” While he was in complete shock she walked right up to him and as if to mock him said, “It tastes unlike anything else in the world.” She then pounced on him and proceeded to tear into his chest ripping off the flesh and pulling apart his rib cage. The sound of bones snapping filled the room along with his ungodly screams. He lived long enough to see her pull out his heart and bite into it. Looking as though she felt pure ecstasy she said, “Oh my god, I love you.” then smiled wiping the blood from her lips.
Moments after she devoured his heart, Amy was on her knees next to his mutilated body crying into her hands. She was heartbroken.

Haunted Ivories

Our story begins with a man who owns a piano shop. He had built and played pianos his whole life and every day in his spare time he would work on what he called his greatest creation for himself. He carved every detail of this piano from the scroll work on the frame to the names of great piano players scribed on to every key. This would be his masterpiece on which to play a masterpiece. He was hard at work on completing the last keys he had shaped, scribed and polished then placing it on the piano. There were still a few keys missing but he pressed his hands together and looked at his creation with such an overwhelming joy when he heard the bell at the front door ring. He quickly scrambled to put his tools away so he could greet the customer.
A young woman stood in the show room, her face had soft features and she had very long and slender fingers that she ran across the top of a soundboard. She looked around for a moment then noticed she could not find any one so she called out, “Hello? Is anyone there? I need some help please.” Then suddenly the double doors toward the back of the room sprang open and out comes a very well dressed middle aged man with white gloves. He seemed quite nervous and jittery but he was always like that even when he was by himself.
“Yes, yes. I’m here. I am Tavarius. Welcome to my shop and showroom.” he said then took a bow, “How may I be of service to you?” She saw how squirrelly he was then smiled saying, “It’s nice to meet you Tavarius. I’m Sharon. I am actually looking to buy a piano. Yeah, my keyboard just isn’t doing it for me anymore. I’m looking for something a little more real you know.” He clapped his gloved hands together with delight and said, “Oh yes yes, sometimes keyboards are so overrated and there’s nothing like the sound of a real piano. Let’s get started shall we. Now let me see your hands.” She looked a little confused but gave him her hands anyway. “Why would you need to look at my hands, they’re nothing special.” He tilted his head as he replied, “Nothing special? The hands are very important, you see I build all of these pianos myself and each one will fit certain people like a glove.”
He inspected her hands thoroughly looking at the muscle tone and structure, the bones in every finger occasionally saying “yes yes,” and “oh my!” until he put down her hands and said, “Yes I’ve got it. I know exactly the right model for you. Come this way please.” He led her over to nice looking upright with a dark finish and sits her down. “Now then let us see if this glove fits you comfortably. Well come on come on then, try it out.” he said anxiously.
She gently placed her fingers on the keys and when she began to play, Tavarius’ eyes lit up in wonder and amazement. “Oh my! Oh dear! Such marvelous talent, such grace and beauty. The way you play is so magically. The loveliest sound I have ever had the pleasure of listening to.” She was pleased by his complements but in her mind she never really thought she was that good. “Thanks,” she said with a smile, “but I don’t think I play that great. I just like to play.” “Oh nonsense, you were absolutely stunning,” he said as he placed his finger over his lips, “Curious, have you ever performed to an audience before?” Still smiling she shook her head and replied, “No, nothing like that. I’ve never really played in front of anyone before.” “Very interesting. Well then, if you practice for my concert coming up in a couple of months I just may have a part for you.” he said. With a sheepish grin she asked, “Yeah? You really think so?” He quickly clapped his gloved hands together and said, “Oh yes yes, I absolutely have the perfect part for you.”
She became very excited until he started to tap his finger on the price tag saying, “Now about the piano.” When Sharon saw the price she almost choked. “Oh wow. I guess I didn’t even think about the price. I’m so sorry, I could never afford that.” Tavarius threw his hands in the air and said, “Nonsense! We can come up with some sort of payment plan and for the meantime I can set your piano aside in its own room and you can come in and play it whenever you like.” Unsure she asked, “How much would that cost?” He threw his hand up in the air again and voiced out, “Oh! I’m offended. I would do this for no charge of course, it would be an absolute shame to waste such talent. Besides I would love to hear you play the part I have in mind for you. In fact that will be payment for the room rental. You shall practice your part and allow me to listen to you play your beautiful music.” Sharon was overwhelmed with joy and accepted the agreement.
Two months went by and every day Sharon would show up to play her piano and practice the music that Tavarius had given her and every day he was delighted to hear her play. Tavarius would also practice the piece he wrote on his personal grand with the missing keys. Two day before their performance he went into her practice room to see how she was doing and as always he was very pleased. She asked him, “So, how am I doing? You really think I’m ready for the performance?” He pressed his gloved hands together and said, “Oh absolutely. I’m sure the crowd will absolutely love your part, in fact I would love to hear you play the piece on my personal grand that I will be playing.” she stood up and bowed saying, “Thank you Tavarius, it would be my pleasure.” He began clapping, “Oh splendid, splendid. This way, come.”
He led her through the double doors where she was first introduced to him and stopped at a red door at the end of the hallway. “Well,” he said pulling a key from his pocket, “This is where all the magic of my piano crafting happens” Then he unlocked the door holding it open for her to reveal the most beautiful piano she had ever laid eyes on. He walked over to his piano and wrapped his arms around it, as if he were giving it a hug and said, “Magnificent isn’t it? This is my greatest creation.” “Yes,” she said in amazement, “It’s so gorgeous. I love it… but there are a few keys missing. Are you going to be able to play it at the performance?” His eyes widened when he said, “Oh my dear Sharon, let’s just say the missing keys are on their way and everything will be in place by show time, yes yes. Now then, have a seat. I’m so anxious to hear you play.”
She sat down and could barely contain her excitement. Sharon gently placed her fingers on the scribed keys and began to play the piece. Tavarius closed his eyes and said, “Exhilarating yes yes. It sounds as if angels were singing through your fingertips.” He listened for just a bit more saying, “Now I know your part will be an absolute perfect fit.” He then raised an axe behind her and delivered a single fatal blow to the back of her head.
On the night of the performance, he played the greatest music anyone had ever heard before and the audience was in tears. He play his piano with a full set of 88 keys and there on the keys that were once missing, Sharon’s name was scribed.