Murderous Love (#10 W.O.W)

Golden sheets turned crimson and wet

His nails dug into the feathers of the pillow,

Love had taken a barbarous toll

Her life-less body sagged on the bed,

As he washed his blood tainted hands with tears.

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Girls’ Night Out (#9 W.O.W)

Sophie blew on her bubblegum pink nail polish and admired every inch of it. She had done a pretty good job on her nails and could not help but self high-five.  Abigail and Janet were supposed to ring her doorbell about forty-five minutes ago and there was still no sign of them. She was almost bit her stunningly painted nails in anticipation. If those brick-heads don’t turn up in another ten minutes, then I am going to watch that Hobbit movie all by myself and drown myself in Benedict Cumberbatch’s voice. Just when she was whining to herself about the unreliability of her two best friends, her doorbell cringed in pain. I am going to kill these two idiots, they come late and now they are planning on breaking my doorbell! She twisted the doorknob and glared at her untimely visitors.

“You show up forty-five minutes late and you plan to antagonize my patience by breaking the doorbell! Well, I got news for you two, it’s certainly working!” She yelled in their faces.

“You don’t have to seal the deal with the spraying of your saliva, Soph.” Abigail said as she wiped her face with a tissue. “Not to mention ruining our make-up.” Janet muttered.

“What was that, J?” Sophie was shooting daggers at her.

“I said, let’s go, right Abbey?” She glanced at Abigail with hope.

“I will pull the car out of the parking. You guys wait on the side-walk.” Abigail walked towards the car and slid into the driver’s seat.

“Shotgun!” Sophie called out to Janet and got into the front seat with Abigail on the wheels.

“You cheered up pretty quickly, for a girl who could burn us through the roof with those scary eyes.” Janet whined as she buckled the seatbelt intact.
Abigail looked at Janet through the rear-view mirror and grinned at her.

“We are going to listen to Benedict Cumberbatch talk like a dragon in about twenty minutes. She is bound to bounce like a ping pong ball if given the opportunity!” She said.

“It is going to be AWESOME!” Sophie squealed.


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My Hollow Heart



Galloping through the meadows

And over the moon,

My heart races so fast

I can hear it in my ears,


My worst fears

Are sprouting to life,

Leaving me stranded

On the path of abandonment, 


Not a day goes by

Without me imagining,

You running back into my arms

And now, I am hollow,


I thought I am


But your presence darkens

My days and my sleepless nights,


The sorcerer you are

Weaving your benighted magic

Inviting me into your wretched

Traps and enticing dreams,


I have to let you go

Never hear your voice,

To never see your face

I swear upon the stars.