Kitten Oh, God… He’s a soul reaper? So…you mean this whole time I’ve been having a casual conversation with the devil’s minion? And not only that, I’ve been ogling the crap out of his body? Ah, hell no! Do I even call him a ‘him’ or an ‘it’? But more importantly, why on Earth am I dreaming about a soul reaper in the first place? And why won’t he let me go? Oh God…is…is he here to kill me? Am I going to die? Is that what this… 阅读更多
Truth or Scare The fuck…? is all I can think right now. My brain scrambles itself into oblivion, struggling to reconcile what my ears have just heard. A…soul reaper? I almost laugh. Like in that Billy and Mandy cartoon? Or like the Shinigami from Bleach and Death Note? As in, a Grim Reaper? That sounds…absolutely absurd. Crazy beyond measure. Completely cuckoo. Totally nuts, even for a dream. In spite of his dreamy looks, this guy’s obviously a colossal basket case. And yet…yet… I…believe him. Which makes me an… 阅读更多
Two Words I look up at the impossibly handsome stranger again, noting his unchanged expression. He isn’t taking the hint. Or, more likely, he’s ignoring it. Sigh. It looks like I’ll have to be straightforward with this one. “Can you move so I can get out of your chapel?” I quip. “You know, since I’m trespassing and all?” He leans in, his gorgeous face now mere inches from mine, completely ignoring my request. “What were you doing with the chalice?” My eyes immediately shoot downwards as I turn… 阅读更多
Transparent For a small, undefined stretch of eternity, my brain ceases to function, disintegrating into a billion fragments and barely putting itself back together before my heart attempts to rupture my chest; the lone muscle pounding like a hammer inside me, pumping more blood than it can probably handle far too quickly. A second later, a multitude of tingles erupt inside my lower belly, fanning out in a collective hum in between short bursts of intense tickles. “Butterflies”, girls often call them. These aren’t butterflies. These are blind,… 阅读更多
Au Struggling to keep my wits about me, I make my way inside cautiously, both nervous and weirdly excited for what I might find, even though I have no clue what that might be—if anything. I keep looking behind, my eyes darting over my shoulder every so often, reconsidering what I’m doing. All sorts of thoughts and questions race through my head and I can’t help but wonder if I should go back. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, after all. What if there’s something dangerous lurking… 阅读更多
13 Crows, One “Windoor” I scan my surroundings again, my brain trying to reconcile the possibility of my…my…situation. Holy lamb chops! This feels way too…too…real. And I’m having a hell of a time trying to convince myself it isn’t. A lucid dream…huh? I don’t remember ever having one of these before. “I guess there’s a first time for everything,” I mutter. A small grin tugs at the corners of my lips, unable to suppress the amusement at the fact that I even talk to myself in my dreams…. 阅读更多
Sweet Dreams A massive surge of light erupts out of nowhere, instantly disrupting my sleep and singeing my eyes even though my lids are closed. It feels like someone’s pointing a billion industrial flashlights directly at my face. I groan at the unbearable sensation, trying to shield myself from the onslaught. My eyelids start to flutter, blinking rapidly despite my sleepy haze as I struggle in vain to block out the intrusive light. Ugh. I can’t believe it’s morning already. Just then, an odd, unfamiliar sense of awareness… 阅读更多
Another scream rips itself from my raw throat, my eyes slamming shut against the piling, cumulative pain. My latest answer, like all the ones before it, voices both my victory and defeat, but the accompanying blow is especially hard this time, seemingly more punishing than all the others combined. I try—and fail—to collect myself, swallowing and trying to breathe normally even though I feel like I’m on the verge of hyperventilating from how close he is, his fingers resuming their movements on my bare hip, the fact that my entire… 阅读更多
I blink behind my glasses in confusion, my eyelids fluttering like dying wasps as I consider what has been asked of me. My lips part in a frown as I meet his dangerous eyes hesitantly, my own gaze mirroring more than a little suspicion. What in God’s name is this motherfucker up to now? A violent shiver rips through my spine, all the muscles in my back tensing as the skin covering them breaks into another swarm of goosebumps. Everything and nothing go through my mind all at once; jumbled,… 阅读更多
My mother used to tell me about hell from time to time. Mostly when I was little and clueless about life. Explained that all the bad people who did bad things and made bad choices, who hurt others and didn’t repent for all the above would end up there. In a lake of fire. And brimstone. With the devil. As a child I never once doubted her, never once believed she wasn’t telling me the truth. I just never thought I’d actually meet the bastard. And I never once considered… 阅读更多
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