[ I'm not gonna lie; this is 100% inspired by Tate from American Horror Story and his fantasy about shooting up his high school. Speaking of which, I would give anything to see Daren with Dia de los Muertos makeup on his face. ]

Oh darling, don't you see? They will never accept you. This world's so cruel, so cold, so callous. People like you don ( Read more... )

I know what they're thinking when they stare at me. “What good have you done?” they wonder, sneering at my weakness, disgusted by my sickness. “What worth are you?”'What worth am I?' I want to cry. 'What good have I done? I've stayed up nights with him while he wept. I've talked him back from the darkness, held him until the riptide of self- ( Read more... )

My poor lover is so thin skinned, so quick to bruise and bleed. Words cut him to the bone and leave wounds which tear open again at the slightest provocation. He doesn't have the armor of apathy and disdain that I do. Where I can turn my back on the hurled insults, the cruel whispers and spiteful glares, each one lands a fresh blow on his ( Read more... )

You dare threaten us with the gallows? With the lash and the pyre? Don't make me laugh. We aren't afraid of any punishment or death you could meter out. Justice and fairness are a load of bullshit anyway; faith and hope are useless comforts. We expect nothing less. It's truth that will protect us in the end. Even suffocating on our own blood, we' ( Read more... )

“I would throw it all away for you,” he swears, casting his hand out to encompass not this dingy motel room but all the unseen world passing us by beyond its walls: home and family, wealth and security, decadence and influence anyone would envy. Yet even as he gestures the ring glitters on his finger, bright and meaningless as his words. In that ( Read more... )

If you own something long enough, sooner or later you become possessive of it, covetous, even selfish. You would bind and cripple this thing before relinquishing it to another. It's beautiful, this baser greed, this primal longing to claim and keep forever. I never thought I would experience such desire until he surrendered himself to me. His body ( Read more... )

Coward! Spineless, whimpering craven! How dare you turn away from my words when you know I speak the truth? You're pathetic. Admit it: deep down you know you truly are this monster, that the beast's blood flows in your veins. You hunger, you lust, you rage. You're a feral, wild thing trapped in the body of a man, a beast raving against its prison ( Read more... )

The beast matches my stride like a patient predator, a brief darkness at the corner of my vision. Its coat is black as night, its fangs white as bleached bone. With each step the monster seems to shift and alter as if its essence is of so many possible nightmare creatures that mere physical form cannot contain them all. Step and its legs reach ( Read more... )

Brother, I hear you weeping. Why do you sorrow? Why do you fear? We lost our way once but have faith, for I remember who I am now. I have reclaimed my name, taken back my crown and kingdom. You shall do the same. Do you remember what you were once? What you can become again? You're no impotent child or broken man. You are not the summation of your ( Read more... )

I have heard it said that Death often appears in the form of an angel. That, I can promise you with full confidence, is a load of bullshit. Death doesn't come or go as it pleases like a wraith in the night. It has no heart with which to extend any modicum of mercy to those it claims by appearing in some comforting form. Instead, death is a ( Read more... )