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In the end, I ate myself

“Hold me closer. Hold me closer. Let the nightmares fade away. Pull me tighter. Pull me tighter. Towards the light of precious day.”

There was only one man who knew where I was. Deep in the heart of the asylum, with slimy walls and thick doors that were always locked, I was found in the fetal position. This small, damp room had been my home for all the memories I still clung to.

I’m still not sure how I got here. It had to have been years and years ago, back in a time that I can’t remember. I’m sure there’s a world outside of this forsaken place. I just can’t imagine what it would be like.

When The Man came into my room missing an arm, I asked him what happened. It was only four cycles of food from the last time I’d seen him, but he hadn’t been missing an arm then. But on that day long ago, he came in with a bloodied, bandaged stump.

“How did that happen?” I asked, gesturing at the injury.

“Painfully,” was his only reply.

“Is there fighting going on outside?” I questioned him. I was careful not to overstep the boundaries that had been set up through flesh and blood and torture. Too many questions -or too broad a question- would only end up badly for me.

He considered what I’d asked, and then decided to answer. “There is not much I can tell you. Only this. If you ever step out of this place, you’ll find the world outside not so friendly as you might imagine.”

It took me a second to realize he’d left without giving me anything. It seemed that my question had unnerved him, so much that he forgot to lay down the food he brought. I called out twice, but to no avail. I missed my meal cycle for that day.

I curled up in my favorite corner of the room and began to sing the only song I remembered. Some days I could recall the entire thing. Other times I was lucky to grasp hold of a sentence. “Hold me closer. Hold me closer. Let the nightmares fade away. Pull me tighter. Pull me tighter. Towards the light of precious day.”

That was about a year ago. Since that day, The Man looked in worse shape every time I saw him. For 11 months, he would visit me once or twice a day. Over the final month, however, those visits dropped, diminished, and eventually disappeared.

It had been three weeks since I saw him when I made the decision. Unless I took some action, I was going to die. So, one day, I stood up and I made my way across the pitch black room to the wall where everybody entered in from. They always came without my knowing, and I never knew that somebody was with me until I heard them speak. But when I approached the wall, I found there wasn’t one.

I continued walking. Step after step led me down a hallway that I had no idea was there. For years, it’d been beat into my head there was a wall, and that I could not pass that wall. But there was nothing. Nothing there to block my escape, and especially nothing to punish me if I tried to get out.

For ten minutes, I carefully and methodically made my way down the hall. There were two dark walls on either side, one grimy floor under my feet. I tripped, once, and felt a pain around my waist. I’d forgotten about that pain, which was as forgotten as the place I was born. That pain was not allowed, because it reminded me of gender and of difference.

What I saw at the end of the hallway is something I will never forget, and will never make sense. Because there was no asylum, like I expected and had been told by The Man. When I walked out of that hallway, I saw grass.

There was a lush plain of grass, and a gigantic, thick wall surrounding the valley. On top of that wall, millions of people stood watching. They laughed and chuckled and pointed and stared. It took me a few minutes to move, but at last I understood.

Across the valley from me were three other people. They, also, were tired, starving, thin, and miserable-looking. I walked over and asked them what we were doing there. I knew what they would say.

“We are the ones groomed to eat and bred to feed. But now we have no food.”

I glanced around us and saw large portions of the grass were gone.

They saw my eyes and said, “It doesn’t grow back. For now, we have food. When the grass runs out, though…”

I went to the corner of the natural arena and began to sing my song.

“Hold me closer. Hold me closer. Let the night then fade away. Pull me tighter. Pull me tighter. Towards the light of precious day.”

That night, as we were all sleeping, I rose up and killed one of them. In the morning, I blamed one of the others and they eventually turned on each other, fighting. One of them died. The other was too weak to protect himself.

With food to last me for a few weeks, I settled back and began to eat the bodies before they went bad. I explored the caves where the other three had lived, but could find no entrance. One of them, however, contained the body of The Man. He cared for all four of us, yet somebody turned on him and killed him. They all hoped for food, for a meal. So I punished them with my teeth.

“Hold me closer. Hold me closer. Let the night then fade away. Pull me tighter. Pull me tighter. Towards the light of precious day.”

In the end, I ate myself.

New Series of Posts!!

Starting in March, I will be releasing more short stories on this blog. These will range from sad, to scary, to everything in between. It’s just a spur-of-the-moment type writing, to take up the time when I have nothing to do.

What that means, sadly, is that one category from the home page has to go. So, as of March, the “Free Writing Course” page will no longer exist! You can still find those lessons, of course, on the blog, but only for a limited time. I have something planned for those in the future, but I’ll keep that to myself for now 😉

Mark your calendars and get ready for some intriguing stories. I’m excited about this new series of posts, and so I hope you are too!

Also, on a final note, please invite your friends to check out my blog. I’m trying to grow the traffic coming through here, and anything is appreciated! These stories will be my newest -and latest- attempt to get some more visitors.

Audios amigos!

Last Call to Buy Sudden Death!

This isn’t my book, but it is by a great friend of mine and the concept is AMAZING. Imagine, in a world where technology is ingrained in all of our lives, if an app went rotten and had the potential to kill people?
You’ve heard of killer robots. This is killer technology. But you’ve never seen anything like it before.
I can honestly say this book has one of the best concepts I’ve ever read. I’m not being biased here. I’m being honest. I don’t want you to miss out on this chance! It’s only priced at 1.99 but I could see that jumping up quickly, so get a copy before it does!
For any other questions, contact the author Theresa Jacobs on Facebook.

Facebook Event Video #1

This is my new video for the weekend, which talks about As Trees Turned Away and is on the Facebook event page for that book. The event will be covering my 3 main Horror books, and will have videos and posts up to the 19th of February. On that day, there will be a live video, a live chat, and plenty more! Head on over and check out the first video of 3:

Facebook Event Links! Feb 19 and 21

Here are the official links for my Facebook events! February 19, 9-11 P.M. and the same times on February 21. Pick your links and mark your calendars!  (Fantasy)   (All Horror/Thrillers) (Fantasy) (My Abigail)

She 2 Cover!!!

Here is the cover for my new book, She Watches: Book 2 of the She series. It’s the final book, and I’m about 70 % done with the first draft. Exciting times! Tell me what you think of the cover in the comments!

The book comes out in November, so if you want to hear right away when it comes out for pre-order send me an email at saying so!

Meanwhile, check out these promotion materials for the book:

COVER REVEAL! She Watches: She Book 2

I’m excited to announce that as soon as this month ticks over to February, I will release the cover for my new book, She Watches!

This is the sequel to She: A Horror Novel which you can buy on Amazon. I will also be releasing a new book trailer for She. For the next couple of months, that book will be my main focus until the big launch in November!

I’ll have a schedule of events set up in March, but trust me this is gonna be an exciting time!

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The Name You NEED To Know

Jessica Hernandez is an indie author, who makes a very informative video series on Youtube, also has a great site where she will make book trailers for you, and yeah she writes some great books too!

Oh and did I mention she is genuinely one of the nicest people I know? I could tell you countless stories, but if you get to know her for yourself you’ll understand.

Here is a quick message from her:

  • As an author, I understand just how much work goes into making a book. I know that the work doesn’t end when the final draft of your manuscript is completed, for that is when marketing — a beast of an entirely different breed — slithers its way into the forefront of your mind. Suddenly, you find yourself trying to devise ways to call attention to your soon-to-be-released masterpiece — a difficult task, considering that hundreds of thousands of titles are published annually. As you prepare for your novel’s launch date, you lament in despair as the most unwelcome of questions hound you: will your novel stand out from the rest? If you’re looking to increase the likelihood that the answer to the preceding question will be a resounding yes, you must take action to pique both the curiosity and interest of readers. A book trailer is sure to be invaluable in this regard. When properly crafted, they can be an indispensable asset to one’s marketing arsenal. (They are particularly useful in the context of blog tours.) Let me help you garner your book attention. Let me design your book trailer.
Thanks, Jessica! This is about her first book, Capering on Glass Bridges. See what people on Amazon thought!

“What made me immerse myself into the book is the vivid descriptions that illuminate everything yet leave certain aspects to the imagination.”

“I truly look forward to reading more from the author and would highly recommend this book to anyone.”

“This is classic, world-building fiction with a YA focus.”

So, those book trailers. She made one for my very own My Abigail, and it’s pretty great! It’s also the first one she made, so she’s improving every day.

My Abigail — Book Trailer Launch

And she posts the videos on Youtube!

And they’re cheap!

If you haven’t decided yet, go to her book trailer site, or her Amazon Author Page, or her website and give her a chance. If you’re not sure, then just… do it. There’s no reason not to.

You may just meet the newest, best young author, and make a great friend along the way 😉


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