Vanessa Victoria Kilmer

Friday, March 05, 2010

Running

   caving to
   compulsion
   heart rate skyrocketing
   flushed
   face

   circling to
   confinement
   head ache pounding
   gripped
   fist

   craving to
   confliction
   worry off and running
   bounded
   fear

Flash 55 – Earthquake @ The “other” Chrysalis Stage

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Thursday, March 04, 2010

Bite Me

Read the previous parts at Sean the Vampire’s Blog.

Sean the Vampire – Part 006

“A man in Oregon kidnaps children and sells them to people outside of the country.” The Ghost Toasty, Doctor Death, hovered over Sean the Vampire.

Sean sat at the large, oak desk in the library of the mansion, Mount Olympus. He sucked on a tube inserted in a bag of blood. Sean chuckled at the thought of TV vampires drinking blood from crystal goblets. In reality, they would die of malnutrition if they fed that way. Blood could not be touched by air if it was to retain its nutritional value for a vampire.

Doctor Death floated in front of Sean. He stirred the papers on the desk. Sean looked at him.

“What do you think?”

“About what?”

“The child trafficker in Oregon.”

“Horrible,” Sean said.

“Are we going after him?” Doctor Death tried to squeeze Sean’s bag of blood. Affecting the physical world whenever he wanted required more effort and concentration than the ghost could yet muster.

Sean shrugged his shoulders and continued to suck.

“A woman, known as ‘Mom’ physically abuses her foster children. She’s killed three so far and gotten away with it.”

“I never felt comfortable targeting people for dinner.” The bag compressed and squeezed together as Sean sucked out the last of the blood and air. He tossed the tube onto the desk and stood up. “Now that I have all this money, I can buy blood. With the rest, I just want to help people. Carry on the work with the orphans. Maybe expand to homeless families.” Sean wandered around the room as he spoke.

Doctor Death became dense. He thrust himself at the book shelves over Sean’s head. Books rained down on Sean, striking him about the shoulders until he moved away. He picked a book up from the floor and threw it at Doctor Death. It went through the spirit and struck the shelves.

“We made a deal,” said Doctor Death. “I expect you to stick to it.”

“Judgment and punishment should be left to someone else.”

“Don’t be such a wishy washy wuss. The rabid vermin of this world need to be put down and you are the perfect exterminator.” Doctor Death floated over the desk. “Come look at this article in this Oregon paper.”

Sean drifted back to the desk.

“Look at the faces of these missing children and then tell me you can’t go after the monster stealing them from their families for his profit.”

Sean spread out the front page of the newspaper. Pictures of five children covered most of the page. The headline read, “Missing From Three States. Authorities Baffled.” Sean looked at each child in turn. His eyes reached the little girl in the fourth picture. His back stiffened and he grabbed the edges of the paper in both fists bringing it closer to his face. He held his breath. He became whiter than usual and his fangs extended.

“Are you ok, Sean?”

“My daughter.”

Doctor Death smiled as Sean dropped the paper and rushed from the library.

I am going back to responding to comments in the comment section beginning with this post.

Thursday 13 – 1850 US Census Questions @ The “other” Chrysalis Stage

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Chrysalis

Jenn from, You Know … that blog?,
hosts Sensational Haiku Wednesday.
This week’s theme is:

Chrysalis

Obviously, all of this week’s haiku are about me.

ripening in warmth

soon to be born aloft free

dreaming of being

Wordless Wednesday – Nicholas @ The “other” Chrysalis Stage

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Clean Up

The Rose and Prince Brendan Blog

Rose and Prince Brendan: Chapter 013

Pulling a knife from his belt, the knight holding the reins, slit the throat of the horse. When the blood from the wound stopped gushing, the horse lay still.

The two knights stood over the beast, both shaking their heads as they looked at the animal. Cook approached them.

“Sires,” she said. She waited for the men to look up at her.

“You require something from us, Madam Cook?” The knight held his knife point down, the blood drying on the blade. His hand around the hilt shook, his knuckles white.

Cook looked at the knight, the man’s blue eyes almost hidden behind his squint.

“Mayhap, I should send the butchers to carry away the body and prepare it as meat for the poor?”

The second knight spit out a laugh.

“Nay,” said the knight. “Prince Otho will lament the death of his favorite horse once he is in his cups tonight, do you not think, Eoghunn?”

“Peredur has spoken true, Madam Cook,” said Eoghunn. “Come tomorrow, His Highness will cry over the beast’s grave and have it blessed by a priest. He will consider any animal of his to be beyond the bellies of his lowly subjects.”

“Tis a great shame,’ said Cook. She nodded her head to the two knights and waddled back to her own domain.

Eoghunn turned to the water trough as Rose climbed out. He held out a hand to steady her as water dripped from her wet frock onto his leather boots. She lowered her head, gave a slight curtsy and ran towards the barn door.

Peredur joined Eoghunn at the water as Eoghunn washed his knife.

“New lass,” said Peredur. He watched as Rose disappeared into the barn. “Comely from what I could see.”

“Save your wenching thoughts,” said Eoghunn. He wiped his cleaned knife on his breaches to dry it and placed it back into its sheath. “Find some men to take the horse away and start digging a pit. Me thinks it best to begin on the orders we know to be forth coming.”

“Where, pray tell, do we dig?”

“Next to the grave of the last horse Prince Otho killed,” said Eoghunn.

“Do we begin the search for the next war horse he will end up killing?” asked Peredur. He spat on the ground.

“It would be wise for you to keep such comments as thoughts.” Eoghunn looked back at the destrier, flies buzzing around its neck. He shook his head and cleared his throat. “I do not wish to bury you today, too, brother.”

Peredur gave a slight salute to Eoghunn, a corner of his mouth upturned.

“Once you have organized the burial party,” said Eoghunn, “gather a hunting party. We must bring the Prince the carcass of a dog before the day is out.”