No one sees me counting the stars...

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" the scream cuts to the bone. "What was that?!"  I run towards the half open door. "I see a shadow!" Dorian blocks my sight.  I can't see a thing.  "A shadow of what?!" I squeal. "An animal or something? I don’t know. It’s moving!" "Let’s light a torch. Maybe we can scare it."  "Great idea." Smoking is terrible for your health, luckely Dorian doesn't give a damn about it. We wrap a handkerchief around a piece of wood. Using his lighter we put the thing on fire.   "Where are we anyway?"   "I haven’t got the foggiest idea…" "Maybe that creature in the other room can help us." "Or it eats us alive."   -_________________________- "Anyhow, we need to get out of here." A huge beam is blocking the door. I can't seem to open the door far enough to escape through. "Move ...

I’ve always wanted to be a pilot. Ever since I was little, I dreamed about flying through that big blue sky. I don’t remember the name my parents gave me. Frankly, I don’t recall them at all. Story goes the Great War separated us when I was five. For the government, I’m just a number. Number 93 to be exact. But the few people who actually care about me, call me Blue. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because of my blue eyes, because I felt blue before I met them. Or is it because my hair’s natural colour oddly turned blue through the years? I grew up in the Rajona District Orphanage. We were with lots and food was scarce. The Head Mistress divided us in groups of 10 and let us fight. The winner was allowed one decent meal. The losers had to starve another day. Sharing your food was forbidden. If you were caught, her Slaves would tighten you up on the pole in the middle of the playground, or should I say “fighting arena”. Then they’d fetch her whip. 15 whipping for some water. 25 fo...

Publisher: "You forgot one thing, Sherlock." Me: -re-reads his notes- "What did I forget?" Publisher: "NAMES! Not a single one of your bloody characters has a name!" Me: "Frank is bloody and he has a name. And Charles-" Publisher: -face palm- "Let me rephrase it: no one of your MAIN characters has a name." Me: "So?" Publisher: "You can't keep calling them ' the lady with the black gloves ', ' host ', etc."  (¬_¬) Me: "What if I use capitals like ' the Lady with the Black Gloves '?" Publisher: "No shit, Sherlock. Get me some REAL names!" Me:  -_________________-" Me: "Alright. The host is called....Heathcliff. No comment?" -looks at the publisher- Publisher: "Why are you looking at me? It's your story..."  (¬_¬) Me: "And the lady with the black gloves is Lady Lampoo." Publisher: "OBJECTION!" ...

"Burn in hell, you filthy foreign slut!" the lady with the black gloves laughs. "Why are you doing this?" Snow White cries. The host's wife looses balance. She falls. Her head hits the ground. Her glass with "punch" shatters into pieces... Ok, I lied earlier: this is indeed a murder. But you need to know this to understand the rest, so... The lady with the black gloves rings the bell. "You rang, my lady?" the butler enters the room. "Charles, clean this up. Murdering someone always makes such a mess." "Yes, my lady," he bows. "Oh, and Charles?", the woman says, "If my son asks: his wife ran off with one of the servants.... With Frank." "I'll immediatly pack my things," the poor servant hurries. "That won't be necessary, dear..." The lady with the black gloves grabs the gun hidden under her dress. BANG! "Charles, clean that up as well," she y...

One upon a time... Publisher: "Seriously? Once upon a time?! What are you writing? A freaking fairytale?!" Me: "Why not?" Publisher: "Fairytales don't sell." Me: "Since when?" Publisher: "The 17th century." (¬_¬) Me: -______________________-" Publisher: "Give me some action. Grab me by my balls." Me: "I prefer not..." Publisher: "Stop taking things litteraly! Now go and write me a bestseller." MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE 1856. It's the annual masquerade at the Abalone Mansion. People wear their finest party outfits. They've put on their most decorated masks. Everywhere you look, there is laughter and fun. The ballroom is filled with music. People are dancing. This is the best night ever. Some guests are standing near the punch. "He sure has some excellent booze," Puss in Boots hiccups. "Let's drink to that!" one of Mary's little lambs laughs. A ...

He grabs her wrists and pushes her against the wall. Her heart beats faster. He kisses her. Rough, but tender. Passionate. His body against hers. Her body against his. She feels his every muscle moving. He feels her breasts going up and down. His hand slips under her skirt. She... Nah. This ain't going to work. If you want to read porn, I advice you "50 Shades of Grey"....or "Make out Paradise", that's also a nice one, if you may believe Kakashi-sensei....He's that white haired cool looking ninja instructor from Naruto.The manga/anime? It's something Japanese. Anyway, this isn't going to be one of those books. This is "Eyes so blue 2.0". Yeah, the first version kinda sucked... Publisher: -after reading my first manuscript- "You're a pussy." Me: "No, I'm a rabbit." ^w^ Publisher: (¬_¬) Me: -realises what the publisher means- "Oh."  -____________________-" Publisher: -facepalm- ...

The puppet Alone in the darkness, I long for you. Open the suit case, pick me up, dance with me. Let me see your smile. Strike through my hair, kiss my forehead, whisper in my ear. The nights get longer, the suit case colder. Days pass by without your light. Days turn into weeks. Weeks into months... The strings around my wrists get tighter. It now hurts when you yank them. You don't free me from this darkness. You put me in it! And you keep putting me in it whenever it suits you. Sadly it took me this long to realise... I need to break free. Cut the strings. (image found at:  http://rainbowrandomness.deviantart.com/art/She-Was-But-A-Puppet-308899455 )