The Twisted Roads To My Madness
“I want to start this story out, with one important fact, one fact that will ensure as you hear this, as you take all this in, you will know, that none of this was my fault. You may, at times think, maybe I had something to do with it all, but I can assure you, […]
“How excited are you kid?” He says, looking over at the young man, his face pale, his eyes wide, and his mind, well, his mind somewhere else, he looks over to the older man, and smiles nervously. “Shitting myself if you want me to be honest,” he says, the older man laughs. “It’s going to […]
The darkness save no man or woman, it allows neither a reprieve, it only wants their lives, well, that’s how it seems to me anyway. When it first appeared, the news stations reported it to be some unknown act of nature, they of course, were wrong, in every way. His name was Marcus, he was, […]
“So this is really what he was talking about?” She says, turning towards him, his face screwed up with anger. “Obviously,” he hisses, as he darts her a look that sends shivers running down her spine. “Don’t take it out on me, you’re the one who let him go, you should’ve put a bullet in […]
Shine on me, and let me be free, let me rot in the ground, becoming one with the dirt, where you buried me, but make no mistake, my time had come, I had lived my life, I had done all that could be done, so weep, so cry, but only for a little while, and […]
“I have many things to tell you, some of them are lies, others, are truths hidden in riddles, but, they are all entertaining,” the old man says to the group of children who sit before him, around the campfire. “Why don’t you start them, because right now you’re boring my pants off,” a voice calls […]
Tape, stuck, sticky, wrapping around me, tightly, sticking me to myself, keeping me from you, wrapped in sticky tape, rapped in sticky glue, stuck to myself, kept way from you, sticky icky tape, sticky icky glue, wrapping around me, keeping me away from you, sticky icky tape, sticky icky glue, twisting, turning around me, keeping […]
“How many times has it been since your father died, that you’ve found yourself here, in my arms?” She says softly, as she runs a hand through his hair. He presses himself up against her, their naked body’s squish together, sweat, saliva and other bodily juices coat their flesh. “Too many times to count,” he […]
Plastic, wrapped around my body, pressing against my flesh, pressing against my skin, keeping me locked within, keeping hold of my sin, you thrust it in, you pull it out, you laugh, you smile, you joke about, I’m trapped within, I’d scream and shout, but you thought of that one, that’s why you cut my […]
The Players so far.. Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for […]
Something sweet, something fun, something chewy, something sinful, something bleak, something you can’t run from, something that’ll make you weep, something dark, something rotten, something deep, something bold, something new, something old, something broken, something cold, something gripping you’re throat, something taking you’re soul, something choking you, something burying you in this hole, something me, […]
How long has it been since I shared words, too long I say, my mind has been elsewhere, preparing things, and, of course, keeping the blog turning over. What changes have come, Whispered Words as shifted and morphed into Wrapped In Words, the same, yet not. Tales of different kinds will find its way here, […]
The Players so far.. Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for […]
Dead, dying, melting away, into the clay, into nothing, a memory, a ghost, of what was, not what is, you are gone, I am here, wasting away, while you are far away, living your life, smiling, I cry, I’d say goodbye, but who is here to hear me? Who is here to care? forget, forgotten, […]
“Play your hand vile demon, play your hand before I make my final move!” He bellows towards the cowering young man in the corner. “Please, Teluo, you’ve got it all wrong, I’m not a monster!” He yells back. “Don’t make me out to be a fool, for too long have you fooled me, for too […]
Words written, here for you, take a look, I know you want to, they’re something dark, they’re something deep, to cut your flesh, so kneel at my feet, take it in, take it deep, take it in, take it deep, take it in, take my sin, take it in, again, and again.
“It’s simple, like I said before, I cut your throats, your blood drains down, filling the circle, and then I say a few words from this here book, and you’ll rise again, immortal, powerful. Like me,” he says with a smile, as he plays with a bone handled knife. “How do we know this isn’t some trick, […]
Don’t take me there, don’t drag me down, give me hope, let me run, free my soul, don’t, please, don’t…
I didn’t think I was going to be able to go through with it, hell I don’t think anyone did, so you can imagine their surprise when I did it. Did what, is that what you’re all asking right now? I mean, you must be. None of you know me, none of you know what […]
You say those words, I hear them come, I see your face, I feel it cut, you seem to think, you’re all that shit, but really you’re just a piece of it, you make me sick, you make me ill, I want to snap, I want to kill, I’ll break you down, I cut your […]
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The Twisted Roads To My Madness 