Giggles echoed through the park along with the sounds and scent of a fresh-popped bag of corn. The summer was ending soon, and soon the little amusement park would again close to falling tears, and “Mama please” sounds came from the small children. Memories would last forever, and the innocent days of summer would permanently settle into the old red dirt.Continue reading “Wendigo 2”
Petals of crimson stained the keys as she wrote the tragedy of their love. Each note harder to play, the ivory dripping the pain her heart could not show. He was her forever love, and she was just another one hit wonder.
“NICOLETTE GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW,” Arison screamed.
“Caio, Arison. Do not follow me,” she said. As Nicolette walked out, she noticed a faint smell of smoke in the air. The emergency workers still swarmed the Vatican, as the crowd cheered when they brought out the Pope. He was alive because of her, but if Thanatos had not shown his face, she would have allowed the man to burn inside the walls. In her mind, the Catholic church was the unholiest of places.Continue reading “Wrath – 4”
There is a first time for everything. Every little girl doesn’t grow up wanting to be the best little cock sucker, but when you’re in the sex business, it helps. Consider it a casualty of the job.Continue reading “Escort diaries ~ First time”
Stolen kisses, just one more before she calls. Brief encounters, his touch healed her soul. The lights dim, bodies intertwined, he tells her he loves her through his body, she screams she loves him more the moment he walks away.
Like a child standing at the gates of Disneyland for the first time, Nicolette stood in front of the Vatican, watching the smoke fill the sky. Screams from bystanders to save the place brought a smile to her face. The only one who could stop the flames was the one who started the fire. Her eyes closed when she heard the voice, her body shaking from the thought of watching each building crumble to the ground.Continue reading “Wrath 3”
Her heart mending like a fence downed in the storm. Each new day brings another slat to support the one before. In the end, she will have knot holes and nicks, but her foundation will be strong. Never doubt yourself. Beyond that rickety gate is where the real journey begins.
Her words forced Arison to stumble back, lost deep in thought. Nicolette was always the perfect child, the grateful teen, and the silent young lady. Today, she was what he feared the most. She had transformed into the woman who one day would reign over hell without his approval. His father warned him one day this would come, but he never thought it was true. It was the ramblings of a frightened old man, or so he thought. Arison was sure his father had listened to this today and would question his son’s ability to care for such a diabolical being.Continue reading “Wrath ~ 2”
Drowning in sorrow, she waited for her heart to heal. She stood in the shadow of the past, her soul burning with the fire of a thousand suns. It was not until the moon consumed her did she find peace in the haven she had built.
“No, I don’t think you fucking understand who and what that child is,” she screamed.
Nicolette took a few steps back, her face distorted with anger. Arison explained that Grace and Gypsy were bound to her, and if they die, so does all of civilization as they knew it. The clock started the day she saved the young blond from her fate, and as each month passed, the world shook with an anger that he could not control. The gods above unleashed a fury on the world, and Nicolette was the one to blame. When a name’s written, date of birth and date of death added. She altered the world the moment she brought Gypsy back to life. The doomsday clock had started, and the virus that plagued the world was just the beginning of the world as they knew it.Continue reading “Her name is Wrath”