Quill

 

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Staring blank I were

Awed by a lush, vivid quill

Crimson; serious

 

Dreamy ideas

My eyes gazed at the paper

Weathered; Broken in

 

Goosebumps on my skin

Oh the worlds I could create

Paper; quill and soul

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Snack on Your Soul

 

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I’ll snack on your soul

‘Til the hell unfolds

Wash it all away

With screams from yesterday

Don’t worry my dear

I’ll bask in your fear

You’re my dream come true

I’ll kill no one but you

And snack on your soul

To watch your hell unfold.

©2017 DAMSteelman

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The Game

 

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I commit to myself

I commit to you

I commit to whatever

You tell me to do

I’m rough around the edges

And chilled to the bone

No more spark in my eye

Cruel seeds have been sown

There is something inside

Palpable and fearsome

I can’t let you touch it

The Joker of my kingdom

We commit to the game

Joker and Pauper

Get a load of me

And get a load of the horror.

© 2017 DAMSteelman

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Brassy Lass

 

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Brassy.

That’s what they say about me.

I know it is a polite term that means bitch.

And that’s okay.

I spent too many years being the nice girl.

I cried too many nights being the pushover.

Now…

I am brassy.

 

I won’t go out of my way to be mean.

That’s not who I am.

But I will stick up for myself.

I guess people think that means I’m a brassy bitch.

Nope.

Just a brassy lass that takes no crap.

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Flash Fiction Friday – The Darkness

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I’m sitting in the dark now.  It stopped raining about an hour ago.  People are walking up and down this quaint little street in Newtown, Pennsylvania.  I tried to walk; I really did.  But it was just too much for me.  All the people. Man, the people.  Their eyes boring through my skin began to drive me mad, you see.  I could see everything.  Everything!  All their sins, their heartbreak, their desires seeped into my soul like rain into the dry, cracked earth.  I had to get away you see.

Now, I am isolated with the memory of a thousand different stares beaming into my brain.  It is just too much!

There is only one way to get rid of this torment.  I have to cut it out.  I have to let the tears bleed out of my skin.  I must release the screams from my pores.

It is the only way…

Friday Flash Fiction – Vampeeble… The Priceless Weeble

“Stupid, stupid,” I said as I stood on the curb in rain-soaked clothes. I had to get to the Weeble Extravaganza before that mean old bitty Rachie did.  I couldn’t let her get the best Weeble of all!  I know she wanted to get that special vampire Weeble that we both had our hearts on.  No way!  That Vampeeble is mine!  There is a tale that goes with the Vampeeble.  Whoever possesses the rare Weeble, has unlimited power and wealth.  Apparently, I can make anyone do anything if I possess Vampeeble!

Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down!

I was finally going to beat Rachie at her own silly game.  Ever since we were little girls she always one upped me.  When I got my special blue dress with the two rows of ruffles on it for the sixth grade dance, she got a blue dress with four ruffles.  When I started dating Ricky, she told him lies about me and then dated him! When I got my first car, a little 1972 yellow Beetle Bug, she got a 1974 Beetle Bug, also yellow but with a big daisy painted on the trunk.

Well, my yellow Beetle died just yesterday and her Beetle is still very much alive.  At this moment, I am on the corner of her street waiting for her to come out her door. As soon as she does I am going to chat her up then hit her over the head and steal her Beetle! I know it sounds crazy, but the Vampeeble is very important to me.

“Hey, Renee,” a voice said from behind me. It was Rachie!  What? I had to look natural.

I turned and waved, “Hey, Rachie, what’s up?” Man, the rain is really coming down now.

“I didn’t see you at the Weeble Extravaganza last week.  It’s too bad, you know?  They had two Vampeebles.  Two! I could hardly stand it.  They were only fifty dollars each.  I got them both and -” she was pulling something out of her pocket.

Did she say, last week? “You greedy wench!” I screamed.  I saw the bus coming out of the corner of my eye.  I planned it perfectly.  I watched her smile beam on her face as she pulled two Vampeebles out of her pocket. She held them out, taunting me with her dumb smile.

I pushed her in front of the bus as it careened down the street. WHACK! The bus smacked her right off her feet and the Weebles flew into the air.  I had to get the Weebles!  I stretched my arms out as far as they would go.  As if by fate, the Weebles landed right in my hands! Oh happy joy.

I turned to run down the street, and was met with a second bus.  I forgot about the second bus! “Stupid, stupid,” I shouted as the Weebles dropped out of my hand and down the sewage drain in the street.

There we lay, two gals in the middle of the street.  We were Vampeeble-less and I had a broken leg.  I flipped over and began to crawl toward the sewer.  Tears streamed my face as pain shot up my body.  I had to have the Vampeebles.