Friday, January 24, 2014
30 second anecdotes: first night over
after a couple of hours hanging out at the house, she realized that it was extremely late to head home. she had cried her eyes out talking about how life had treated her and opened up for the first time, showing vulnerability. not knowing that this would only open the door to something else. to try and "console" her, he took her
to the room and layed next to her. with all the cards over the table about everything they wanted and knew they would get they made love being yet strangers to a certain point. for the first time she felt completely secure about who she was giving herself to. looking deep into each other's eyes they reached climax and she layed asleep and relaxed for the first time in months.
Monday, October 7, 2013
30 second anecdotes: a walk on the beach
One night she was tired and had to walk to her house. she remembered how he had offered to take her home if she ever felt too tired to walk, so she called him up. on the way to her house they began to talk and they made a stop at the beach. That conversation was enough for them to feel that there was so muh more about eachother than they thought. The secrets confessed that night opened the door to what would later become a "beautiful" friendship.
Your lonely Angel
Friday, June 28, 2013
30 second anecdotes: first time they talked.
One night, she was staying over at a friends house. This friend of hers was sleeping when he started to grind against her in his sleep. She felt used and disgusted. it had only been a few days since the day she sacrificed her friends virginity to the entity that was was pacting with at the moment. Since she couldn't sleep, she decides to call the sacrificed ex-virgin...but his brother was the one to pick up the phone.
Love Always, YLA
questions never answered
thinking of you brings tears to my eyes and the mention of your name sends a sharp pain to my chest that i cant describe. I remember our good mometns and for a brief second i can smile... but it doesnt last long as i ask myself why? what drove you to make such a drastic decision? and who did you meet that introduced you to this world? was it me?
Thursday, June 27, 2013
30 second anecdotes: how they met.
She was a satanist witch with no moral boundries and was helping a friend loose his virginity. so she gets in the car and meets the guys brother, an open minded young fellow with very little moral boudnries. the brother leaves the house and she finds herself alone with her friend and they don't loose any time. they get busy. the sex was good, he did very well for a virgin.
Love always, YLA
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Thursday, May 23, 2013
Story of My Life....
Remember that guy that i mentioned back in september.. that left to hte states... well that story didnt really last that long..... hes dead :'(
my stories and posts will be on hold for some time.. i hope you understand.
my stories and posts will be on hold for some time.. i hope you understand.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
An Angel Torn part 10
For
many days, Icais watched the Taylors; analyzing their conduct and their flaws,
only to accentuate them. Every day he
sowed scorn between the parents as he gave nightmares to
the little John of what was to come. Every other night, Mr. Taylor would go out
for drinks and each time he’d arrive more wasted than before. With each drink
came new fights and more violence between him and his spouse; their son watched
with terror how his, not so pleasant, dreams came true.
One night Mr. Taylor came in drunk,
almost drowned in alcohol and drugs. The
time was now and the timing was the perfect excuse. When he got home to his surprise and
provoking in him a rage beyond description, Mrs. Taylor was packing up to leave
him.
Icais
possessed the body of the “man of the house” and struck Samantha across the
jaw, making her collide against the kitchen counter, knocking down plates and
utensils. With all the noise, little
John came out of his room to find his father stabbing his mother to death. At that moment, little John was no long able
to recognize the man standing before him and Icais transferred himself from one
John to another. Since the body was smaller, the feelings were more immense.
Mr.
John Taylor looked with horror as he realized what he had done and when he saw
his son, change before his eyes, little John no longer looked like the helpless
and innocent little boy he was. Instead
his face seemed enraged, evil, almost animal and wild and he ran towards him
yelling. The cries of anger brought a
chill down the man’s spine that wouldn’t let him move. Little John’s eyes were empty and pitch
black, and tears of blood were sprouting from them as he plunged himself, with
knife in hand, at his father.
With
each grunt was a deeper stab into Mr. Taylor’s chest. To Icais’ amusement, he was enjoying what he
was doing more than he thought he would.
His job was almost done. Mr.
Taylor lay lifeless under them. Only one
more thing to do…
Icais looked at himself in the reflection
of the bloodied knife and saw the change he provoked in little John. With a malevolent smile splashed with blood
across his face, he stabbed himself (little John) and left the body to die.
With his last breaths little John saw Icais and the look that came to the boys
face provoked in the fallen angel a sort of remorse, but it didn’t last a
single second. Little John’s last breath
was gone and took whatever feeling was residing in the fallen angel along with
it.
Icais
stayed until his master arrived to approve the work that had been done. Luke showed up after a couple of hours,
looked at Icais to see if he found any feelings inside his new black soul and
nodded with approval at his new servant.
He was pleased with the outcome of Icais’ first mission. A few more jobs and he would find himself at
Luke’s right hand.
Almost
instantly Icais received visions of his next jobs. Rape, torture and death is all he witnessed
and in all of his visions he was the cause of the crime.
Love always,
Your Lonely Angel
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