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Bullet tears like knives through butter So much pain, his heart starts to flutter He never signed up for this strife Slowly, he loses his crimson life The country had lost its glamor Once the bombs started to hammer The medic tries to do his best But soon he’ll take his final rest Try as he may, the blood won’t stop Cleared away from the napalm drop Some morphine was given to him Pain is gone, and the light grows dim He only went to Vietnam To serve his much-loved Uncle Sam H

He kills for sport, or to be cruel— disposing of inconvenience.   He seeks out a target to shoot his anger at. Does not see that sometimes he’s the one who should be aimed at, instead.   He needs to lock onto something, or someone, at all times. When all else fails, the arrow always finds me.

Eric Cafferty was born at the end of May 1974 to Deanna and Eric. According to them, he was wanted; however, the way they acted towards him made it clear he wasn’t. While the pictures of his humble beginnings showed a happy child, his memories began when he was four years old. Sounds remarkable, but his earliest memory deals with him in Florida with his maternal grandmother and his Uncle Lewis. They were feeding ducks; however, Eric went to feed the baby ducks. The mature duc

She sings to me from an outstretched arm Can’t help being seduced by her charm Don’t know why she converses with me I love her tone indefinitely She fills my heart with complete desire While it’s burning like napalm fire Like a diamond in a piece of coal The hypnotic sound engulfs my soul Something out of a wonderful dream Just like lying on clouds of whipped cream I’m basking in a sunlight cascade As festive as a Christmas parade Waiting for the treasure to begin The gentle

He clasped a choker around my neck in a dark restaurant. A leather symbol  of the words he whispered: I own you.   In the light of day I did not dare wear it.   Collecting dust, I learned I was too eager to be claimed. The pleasure was his alone. I learned this by how quickly it ended.   Buried in a drawer  after I became a mother,  belonging now to three was far too much.   He’s become impatient— quick to yell. And the children, demanding more than I can give.   I wear a sim

What does it mean to be somebody? Isn’t everybody a somebody?   I tell myself it doesn’t matter even though it does. He insists I’m already somebody, but I don’t believe it. A grain of sand among many, I do not command attention nor shape the beach the way ocean waves do— no ripple at all. When I speak, the room stays steady; the wind of my voice never shifts it.   I’ve been insignificant all my life— the last-picked coconut cream bonbon in a heart-shaped box, a participation

This week's Character Corner features Temur Beg. He is the Mongolian warrior who raids and pillages the village where Draco Lavanov's...

The grand ballroom is completely filled to the brink Each and every one of the them I would surely drink Their white painted faces make...

He resents buying her “baubles.” His note on scratch paper when he forgot her birthday stating he would have  bought flowers, chocolate, and a card after work but stores aren’t open 24 hours anymore— should be enough. New pots and pans for Christmas— appreciated,  already scorched by him and the children— So thoughtful.   The wedding rings  with the center stone  taken from his ex-fiancé’s ring should suffice. She shouldn’t even notice.   The Tiffany olive cuff she longed for

Here I sit, pondering whether the spirit of Christmas has gone Absent is it from the commercial displays on our front lawn The time has...

This week's Character Corner features Sophia Chambers. She is the English representative of the Vampire Council. She is the vampiric...

Not having you before me, to defend me, wounds me— slices straight through my core, stings worse than the swords and daggers you left me exposed to.   You shielded me from the blows of my world. Now I brace for the impact of arrows and gunshots, each one piercing my thin, unprotected skin. You were my chainmail— no more.   You whispered strategies into my ear, showed me the places my enemy was weak. Now I am blinded, left out in the open to be captured and bound by his ropes,

Separate lives— he sleeps during the day, a vampire; I sleep during the night.   Not much more than a hello passes between us. Anything more meets only silence. He won’t acknowledge me— not in the same room, not when I text while he’s away.   My words fly into the ether, evaporating before they ever reach their destination.   The wait for any reaction— even a meaningless thumbs-up emoji— is a hunger. I starve, feeling less than human.   Head down, I walk into the room as he w

This week's Character Corner, meet the Lycanthrope Alpha of the Northside of Glen Cove, Simon Phelps. One of the Seven Alpha, he is the...

No one said I was wrongfully accused The justice system corrupt and abused The righteous celebrate my dark demise I became the one that...

It had been a hectic year for Michael, whose name is pronounced Michelle, and Barbara Durments. They were finally on their way to the...

This week's Character Corner is the Vampire Council's representative from India, Draco's ex-girlfriend, Sana Ramsammy. Taught by her...

He dangles a carrot before a soul craving something new.   Offers a whole buffet— from the simplicity of a golden apple, a vanilla cupcake, to a whole suckling pig.   I find the ultimate bait— a mille-feuille, a tower of fragile layers, pastry and cream barely holding together. French, indulgent, uncommon. The last piece. Exactly what I want.   I think it’s mine— but he turns his back, walks away, devours the whole thing.   He points back at a dish of carrot sticks. This is a

This week's Character Corner features the public access celebrity preacher, Reverend Jimmy Ray Torkin. Constantly over at the Jordans he...

Greetings and salutations,      Hey gang, it's Kirk coming to you from the Hospital Bed of Love, and we're now in December, and that...