Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Help Me... Help Me...

Another one of my projects from my class... This one was a bit of a challenge as well, as it had to fit into a small area on a postcard.


You will never believe what happened to me last night. Even now, my comprehension wavers. At first, my evening began as expected. I was cautiously transiting the hollow near the abandoned priory. The dreariness was oppressing, and yes before you ask, the mysterious history of the area populated my mind. I did not imagine this! I am not crazy! Believe me, when I tell you, I saw the dark shrouded figure along the side of the road, clambering on recess of the berm.

The sheets of rain and hail pierced my Falcon; I could only imagine how the howling winds were battering him. I had to stop; lend assistance. As I crept toward the solemnly cloaked figure, the repressing atmosphere grew heavy; the temperature plummeted. There was no face! There was only lifeless shell of a man. I looked into the abyss and saw Hell.  I looked into the abyss and saw myself. In a flash, he was gone! Stunned. Alone. Confused, I had to go, something was wrong.

That is when the swiftness of his blade crept toward my head. What the hell? This man of cloth tried to kill me, but his vane was painless when it broke through my neck. Was he there? Or, am I crazy? No, I know what I saw; I am not crazy!  Magdalene, you know me, I am not insane. Unique, maybe, but not insane. Shaken, overdrive kicked in and I made haste. I did not stop until I was secured inside my apartment. Petrified, frozen in this dank alcove, my will to live has vanished. I need you, I love you; please help me!       

- Martin

Reaper Laughs

This was a project from my latest class. I had to write a story using only nouns, verbs, adverbs and adjectives with sentences three words or less. Let me know what you think... 

Dark fissure. Menacing abyss.  Beasts lament.  Hungry. Starving. Stalking. Malachi shrieked! Spinal column shuttered. Colossal fiend approaches. Trepidation overwhelms. Emotion feeds terror. Death waits. Creature opens mouth. Malachi frozen. Cement boots grasp. Heart palpitations grow. Tears fall. Life flashes. Beauty appears. 

Bright gateway.  Clouds. Lightning. Thunder. Malachi stands tall. Fiend closes. Gateway nears. Ominous teeth salivate. Razors protrude. Mouth widens. Delectable banquet.  Human flesh shimmers. Brute thrusts. Malachi wavers. Darkness overtakes brightness. Scarlet befalls amber.  Amber befalls white. Agony engulfs reality. 

Malachi bawls. Acid boils dermis. Bones crunch. Gateway lost. Entry denied. Hope disappears. Gasps grow shallow.  Blood cascades. Giant insects feast.  Fissure creates grave. Malachi falls. Reaper laughs.

Thursday, January 30, 2014



I stare off into the moonlight
Searching for answers
The keys to your heart
The visions you provide are just
Your dark path so secret
So secure
Alone, I must find my way

With my eyes closed
I can feel you enter
Your beauty unequalled
Across the sea, I hear your call
Soft and gentle
Piercing the night and my soul
I call
Reaching out with my mind
My heart
My soul

I am your slave
My mind, body, is yours
Decisions are made
Feelings of desire overwhelm
Alone I sleep
Staring at the rocking chair that is my heart
The unknown
Such an attraction
My life must lie along a different path
Or does it

You call out again wanting to feed
On my dreams
On my desires
On my soul
My veins are ripe with life
With thoughts of you
Your beauty
Your love
Sunrise is near
Our embrace delayed
My eyes open
Alone again

Tuesday, January 28, 2014


Streams of crimson appear in my soul
My desolate heart craving more
My pathway to reality far removed
Pleasures turned to pain
I look but cannot feel
I touch but cannot see
Emptiness engulfs my visage
The despair tormenting my every thought
With every heartbeat I want it more
I want to dine upon the forbidden fruit
Drink the plague-filled wine
Yet, these desires cannot be real
These feelings cannot exist
Streams of crimson have pierced my soul
My blackened heart beats no more
My pathway to life removed