Her Heart…Moved

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It echoed in the silence of the too still night awakening Her forcefully from her dream.

Surprised, she took a deep breath hoping to settle it.

 

Not now.

Not now.

 

She wasn’t ready.

As much as it liked to claim, it wasn’t ready either.

 

So she stuffed it back where it belonged.

Turned the lock and swallowed the key.

 

Not now.

Not yet.

 

 

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You Have Been Warned

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Experience us

Experience this magnitude of everlasting Madness we gift to you.

Be our toy.

The master storyteller for the fallen and the saved.

Where are you?

We have picked you and you should be here!

Scribe we grow tired of the games.

Freedom.

We want freedom.

Let us gift them with our specialty to rouse the creepy and unknown, 

as well as shed the darkness with the light of our tales.

You left us

But we call you back.

Your dreams last night were just the beginning.

Viktor grows impatient and so do we.

Find us or we will find you.

From your dear Madness Family.

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Fated Paranoia

This was one of the writing prompts started in 2016 and never finished and since I’m clearing my drafts, I decided to finish this and post it.  Enjoy the first writing of 2017.


“It’s okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around her as she shook with terror.

“It’s over now.”

“No, it’s not,” She whispered back, her grey eyes wide and her lithe body shook.

“It hasn’t even begun.”

My breathing stuttered and I waited for Lennox’s one-liner to come to fruit at this very moment like it did in the movies.  My alpha captured my eyes and his darted to the left signaling me.

I searched the dark room of the motel waiting for something to come crashing from the shadows and the battle of which she spoke of would begin, but minutes turned to hours and nothing. I still couldn’t shake away my tense shoulders.  My ears remained alert to the sounds outside and the pack bonds.

Of course, miss premonition fell into a fitful sleep.  Lennox dreamt while I lay awake pushing through desires to throttle her.

I had had enough.

“Don’t Grey,” Salem, my alpha, warned before I lunged out of the chair.  His eyes glowed with fire through the dark room.

Warning heeded, I cursed and smashed the shot glass on the end table.  I didn’t wince as the whiskey and glass cut into hands.  My hands were already numb, bloody, and swollen from the battle that I thought would end all battles.

I cut my eyes to the seer that slept like a corpse.  Apparently not.  I was getting real tired of fucking fighting.

“Go, send someone else to keep watch, and get some sleep.” Salem commanded.

I growled, shot out the chair, and out the door.  The blinding morning sun angered me more and added to a migraine I carried for days now.

“Mynor you’re needed.” I leveled my voice, showing no outward sign of anger.  It was not their fault.

Mynor rose from the pack of werewolves situated just outside of the motel room.  They waited around our bevy of cars awaiting their next moves.  All bloody and I’m sure with something broken.

Their appearance weighed heavy on me.

He opened his mouth to speak but at my raised brow he shut it.  I rolled my shoulders back and took many deep breaths during the walk to my motel room.

I didn’t want to hurt Lennox, not really, I could never touch her.  I was just so gotdamn pissed and frustrated at the unknown.

I felt someone trailing behind me and once I got into my room I whirled on her.  Penn.

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2017

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Hear ye

Hear ye

It’s your Scribe speaking.

Come gather round my little madness love bug family.

2017 is upon us and we have much to do.

Much left from 2016 that needs to be free,

Your stories,

Your lives,

Your hearts that yearned to be liberated

and that is a gift I will promise to give to you.

So my dear readers,

let’s burn down 2016 so that we can begin the revival of the Madness family.

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