Gassed and Loaded

Went Pinterest prompt hunting and found this:

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Get ready for the transition into Madness.

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The frozen lake had finally cracked open after all these frigid years.

But it was not this fact which startled me.

Rather it was the single trail of footsteps that lead out.

If they weren’t bloody footprints, I’d have missed them.

The hatchet in my hands clattered to the ice and I took a small step backward.  At a loss for words, I glanced once more at the crack then at the footprints leading back to my property.

My alarm buzzed in my pocket startling me.  I silenced it sending a scathing look at the reminder TIME TO KICK SOME OTHERWORLDER ASS.

“That bastard lied.” I hissed.  He told me we had more time after the crack.  I had purposely set my alarm 30 minutes before go time so I could wait for the creatures that decided to get too close to my property.

Good thing I had gotten too happy and decided to come even earlier than that.  I looked at the footprints again.

 

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Frozen Lake.

Where the hell was it?

 

I picked up the hatchet and carefully tracked the footprints.  The storage unit.  Keeping my eye on the unit for any movement I quickly texted Quinn.  He needed to hurry and get his ass over here.

Finished, I patted myself down and took stock of my weaponry.  Not much I could hide in my tactical outfit without fear of being poked by my own poisonous needles.  The only thing of great use hung in scabbards crisscrossed between my chest.  The daggers bought ordered and made with Damascus steel.

I needed more if I decided to go in by myself.   I gathered the duffel bag on the ground and took out the satchel purse.  I carefully placed my throwing knives and needles into the bag.  I twisted the straps so it fit around my waist.

I also took out the sleeping gas canister and mask.  A unique gas that should work on the otherworld.  Or so Quinn said who knew if I could trust his certainty anymore.

Speaking of, I raised the buzzing phone to my eyes.  Still about 15 minutes out.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t wait that long.  It helped that I knew there would be someone on the way if things went differently than what I pictured.

So far I didn’t see any movement from the unit.  Good.  I walked off the ice and followed the steps of the intruder.  Once I got closer to the storage unit I veered left to the back.  There was a security system on the back door.

The system was green as if no one had broken in.

How this being cracked the code, I have no idea but this would be used to my advantage.

For now, I typed in the correct code to unlock everything.

I turned the corner of the shed to the window and slowly opened it.  I threw the gas inside, shut the window, and ran to the back.  I typed in the reversed code and smiled as the doors sealed shut.

Bomb shelter proof.  The sound of everything being sealed inside filled me with excitement.  I didn’t know how long the gas would take so I waited five minutes pacing back and forth.

I would’ve chosen to go hand to hand or use my lovely daggers but I wasn’t stupid.  I didn’t have back up.  So the plan was to incapacitate and then go in for the kill.

I jumped when I heard a screech something that I couldn’t place a name to.  It made goosebumps and the hairs on my arms raise.

I waited a few minutes before disarming the system.  I placed the mask on and entered the foggy unit.

I walked in slowly looking around boxes and cabinets.  Finally, I found the alien.

She sat in fetal position quaking; next to her was a puddle of rainbow-colored vomit.  Her skin glowed pink and her hair glowed white.  She wasn’t asleep though just mildly incapacitated.

Quinn.  I shook my head and pulled out my phone.

“Hey Siri, please set a reminder in five minutes to knife Quinn,”  I shouted before placing the device away.

I turned back to the alien, deciding how I wanted to do this.  Her discolored eyes widened and she held out her hand.  Pleading.  How…idiotic of her.

How many people did the same to her and her kind and they gave no mercy?  I pushed her hand away and dug into the satchel.

“I’m sorry sweetie but I have the world to protect from being like you.”  I tapped the needle and then inserted it into her distended vein.

She twitched a few times before going still.  I stood and dusted my hands off.

“Good job, Alyssa.” I patted my back.

“Thank you, Alyssa.” I smiled.

In correspondence with the buzzing in my pants pocket, came the hum of a vehicle.  I unsheathed my dagger and twisted it in the air.

“Guess you get to be of use today.”

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~I.L.U*

Quanisha A. McGruder

The Queen Awakens

Deep within the vacant snow covered forest, her carriage and horses awaits her fateful arrival.  The carriage sits atop a peak, ice clings to every inch of the golden and white tear drop.  The horses appear to be standing alert but they do not move nor breathe. Their jeweled headdress sparkles with the frozen crystal coating them.

Today though, the right horse gives movement.  His red eyes make erratic movements back and forth, searching.  He knows only she can unlock the whine that harbors deep between his ribs.  He also knows his patience will soon be reward.  So he searches the frozen world around him.

Long ago, snow and ice blanketed the forest taking the forest from sunny liveliness to freezing silence.  The only warning they received was a shot of lightening and roar of thunder.  Then she along with Love went into deathly hibernation.

But there is bite in the air now, there is anticipation.  The humidity spikes and soon fog begins to form.  Down below the peak, a small valley sits and inside the valley is a graveyard. The fog sweeps down where it starts to collect in the gravesite.

Once the magical fog touches the cryptic land, the ground starts to jostle.  Everything in the forest shakes and quakes down to Earth’s core, disturbing those who try to rest in peace.  The beautiful gravesite turns into smattering of broken vases and the many red and pink rose petals cover the area.

Only one thing remains undisturbed.  There is a glass sitting atop her tombstone.  Inside the glass there is a dead rose submerged in glittering water.  Through the quakes it remained steady on her tombstone.  Once the earthquakes cease, color started to build into the rose until it shines a deep red.

The forest pauses then up on the forest there is an explosion.  Soon following the explosion whines of horses boomerangs through the air.

Another rumble turns into another earthquake.  Except the quakes only effect the gravesite and seem to be coming deep down below.  The quakes are so violent it splits the earthy grave down the middle.

The quakes finish leaving a little gaping crack below her grave. Blood red claws reaches from the core of the earth out.  When her long nails pull at the earth at unnatural speeds it comes crumbling to dirt pieces and the crack grows.  As suddenly as the hands began, they stop leaving a globe shaped hole.

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Her Slumber Ends

Hearts

Good afternoon, remember me?

I am the one that took you through the ride of October Madness and returned to you for Many Thanks and our lovely Christmas Carols.

Who am I?

You may call me Viktor the narrator,

better yet, Viktor the All Knowing.

and no, I am not a vampire.

I’m much more than that

Though,

I do have fangs.

My species of creatures, we do not have a name.

Yet.

I’m sure one day Quanisha or that annoying Muse will finally get the answers they poke at me with.

Or not.

Whether they like it or not I am not a product of Quanisha’s creation.  I am not a character spirit.

Many of Earth’s society cannot hold in their minuscule brains how much we have to offer so we don’t reveal ourselves to many.

The only reason I’ve shown enough of myself to Quanisha is because the interest grows with this Mad world she created.

I have chosen to Embrace the Madness for now.

Now enough about me,

I have some things to tell you from the creator herself

These stories are to be posted Monday and Thursday the first week then Monday, Thursday, and Saturday of the following weeks in February.  I don’t know why she told me that.

The stories will be posted twice a week the first week then three times a week the following weeks.

Unless something drastic occurs.

These days you will be gifted with myself and our special guest as gracious hosts.

Quanisha will be taking over the other days of the week and her FACEBOOK to gift you with a couple romance/love posts and discussions.

The theme of this month is of course Love,

The reason I am here.

And that brings us to our special guest,

I am here to introduce you to the infamous and famous Queen of Hearts.

I have decided her slumber ends now,

As to why she is hibernating, well, that’s another story for a different time.

So I hope you enjoy her.

She’s bound to shake up some worlds around her; returning the favor I suppose.

Well let’s wake her up shall we?

Be looking for her post in a few hours….

Stream of Consciousness

 

“I want to get serious with my writing” is a broken record I’m getting tired of hearing of myself but it’s beginning.

I want/desire for October Madness and other projects to be bigger, surprising, and better each year.  Something you look forward to.

I want/desire to be able to hold my finished book(s) in my hands.

I want/desire you readers to be able to enjoy a steady flow of blog posts and to reach new readers.

I wanna say that I’m hoping to build a brand, an identification, with this blog and my writing.

But what does it mean to EMBRACE THE MADNESS?

I go back and forth on what EMBRACE THE MADNESS means as a whole because it changes.  Sometimes it means Embracing the magical world within us and/or around us.  Sometimes it means Embracing the ugly side of you, the Darkness that we hide away from others.  Along with the dark sometimes it means sharing with you the Light.

(I swear this post is like a stream of consciousness. Welcome to my brain.)

Writing this I go back and think about what EMBRACE THE MADNESS blog has been lately.  And lately, EMBRACE THE MADNESS has meant letting you into my Madness and my Madness family which resides within me.  Gifting you with different character spirits that want to give you a glimpse of their lives whether or not they have walk on four legs, two legs, or have fins.

Lately, it’s been transforming myself into a magical vessel for beings whom life I sometimes envy.

And I know that as this blog grows and years down it’ll mean something bigger and better.

What does EMBRACE THE MADNESS mean to you?

And does it even have to be defined?

Transform Yourself

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~I.L.U*

Quanisha A. McGruder

If Love Returns…

Love only stays down for so long…Is love really dead?

If Love comes back, she will be it’s master.  Love travels through hell to get to heaven with the help of her. If you ache for Love, you must prepare for her.

The Queen of Hearts knows that Love comes in all shapes and forms and in many unexpected events.

And the Queen of Hearts shows no mercy.

Count your blessings and swallow the key to the locked doors of your soul. When the time is right, she will come; the question is, are you ready?

Qhearts

 

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~I.L.U*

Quanisha A. McGruder