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Hello,
I am a Blood Roma. Don't worry, It's not as sinister as it sounds. It simply means that I come from a long line of Romas. ( Irish Gypsies )
I have been on this site before and I have met some really nice people.
I fancy myself a story teller, and I enjoy when people read my tales. Some of the Ladies that I have met, were sweet enough to subscribe to my journal. It was nice to know that they enjoyed my stories.
I take my hat off to them!
What I am looking for is friends, or at the least, a fellow story teller. I am recently divorced, and happy to be so. But yes, I still crave the company of an intelligent Lady.
I put myself in the " Dom " category because I can't bow down to anyone. Like I said, It's not in my Blood. This does not mean that I want Total controll of another person. It's my opinion that if a person can be totally controlled, then they are no more than a pet. I can get one of those from the humane society.
I am what I need to be to survive, and I am willing to teach others that are like minded. Sometimes a person has to be kind, and sometimes a person has to be ruthless. I am quite experienced at both, but I prefer Kindness when at all possible.
If you want to drop me a line, I am sure to write you back. I enjoy writing almost as much as I like talking..lol..
Until Then.. The Old Man... 
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Where to start,
Another beginning to another story. I think I will write some fiction this time. I think that I will call it...
A Bedtime Story
What was I thinking?
For all of thirty plus years, I have held on to this one belief. A belief that was as strong as an old Oak tree that has weathered a hundred changes in season. Who would have believed that the old Oak could be blown over like a dried up reed in a Tornado? I sure as hell wouldn't have!
But, I Do Now !
Don't misunderstand me, I have quite a few beliefs. It's just that this one was supposed to be infalible. Many of you share this same belief, and most of you consider it a fact. Well, I am telling you ( In the short time that I have left ) that you are as wrong as wrong can be. Sometimes what you think to be true as a child is.
Your parents and your peers pressure you, and tell you how foolish you are until you start to believe Them. The more that they try to convince you, the more that they pressure you to grow up, the more you start to think that they are right. And then, one day, It becomes one of " Your " beliefs. You then push it onto your own children. But, deep, deep down you know as they did that you were right.
That is what I am thinking right now. I was right and I knew it. That is not the only thought at this particular moment. Not my only thought by far. Because, as you may not know, my mind is snapping like the reed I mentioned earlier!
Reality? No such thing exists for me now. At least no reality outside of this Hell that I am being dragged into. The pain is torturous, but holds no ground over the terror and madness that I am now being suffocated by!
How could this possibly be real? How can this " Thing " that has ahold of me exist? Most important of all. Why Me? Why Now? Why not when I was a child? Why not when I knew this could happen, and was prepared?
I realize now that none of it matters as I look over my shoulder, and into the eyes of the creature that has it's talons dug deep into my legs. This creature that was born of a nightmare that only a childs mind could imagine!
It's hair looks like a thousand broken guitar strings. Each of them as sharp as a needle. It's face is almost reptilian in in it's shape, but much shorter in length, with teeth as black as pitch. Rows and rows of black, pointed, poisonous teeth. It's Body is not very big. About the size of a small child. But I tell you, it's as strong as any man that I have ever known. It' skin, Oh God! It's the color of a corpse that has been floating in the ocean for many days. It has sores ans blisters over it's entire body that pulse and burst open to ooze out a thick fluid the color of dried blood. The odor of wich reminds me of feces and vomit and rot and death.
It's eyes, if that's what you would call them, are glowing red lights set into the nothingness of a deep, dark abyss. All of these things combine to overpower my senses.
Then I see past it, into the depth of where it has come from!
Uncountable!
That is the only word that I can think of to describe their numbers. They are like an ocean of bodies. There is no ground. Only these creatures jumping and crashing into each other, like waves hitting the rocky shoreline of some distant sea. They are illuminated by some unnatural light, much like the light that is emitted from a " Black Light " that was so popular among my friends and myself when we were teenagers. They tear and claw at each other and their cries of pain and rage finally set in motion what was inevitable for me!
Breaking Glass!
That is the sound that I heard. Not just One piece, but a Million panes of glass exploding all at once inside my mind. Pain no longer mattered. Reality, which was escaping as fast as a fly escapes the human hand, was gone. All that was left for me was terror!
I screamed and clawed at the carpet beneath my bed. My screams sounded as if they were a thousand miles away. My pounding heart, even farther. My fingernails finally gave way and were torn from my hands. My last hold on this world was gone!
Falling!
And as I fell, I saw the hole I had been pulled through, close itself like a zipper on a coat being pulled up.
How long I fell, I really don't know. Not long enough I can assure you. For as I tumbled through the air I saw that the creatures below me had ceased to move. They were all watching Me! Their hellish eyes were transfixed on what I could only assume was their next meal.
I prayed that when I hit the ground, I would die instantly. It was not to be so.
The creature that clung to my legs let out a long, blood curdling howl. It must have been some sort of command, as the creatures below us all ran and crashed together. As they did, the ones directly below us shot millions more upward into the air like a giant water spout. They caught me and slowly lowered me to the ground.
The feast then began!
My legs were the first to go. They ripped at them and twisted them in their sockets until they were ripped out like the legs from a thanksgiving turkey. Amazingly enough, there was still no pain. Only the shock of seeing my legs fought over like the way a pack of hyenas fight over a fallen carcass.
My arms were the next to go an instant later. They were torn from me in the same gruesome fashion. I could feel my blood, my life source, errupting from me like water from a fire hose.
After that. My innards! They tore at me like, Well, like creatures from some hell. They pulled, and stretched them like they were made of some horrid form of taffy. All that was left of me was my head and my heart. The rest of me had been completly devoured, Bones and all!
My poor heart. Lying there on the ground, but still beating. I wondered how many more times it would beat before it finally stopped forever.
And then I heard the most beautiful sound! It sounded like harps from heaven. I knew that I would finally be at peace. I knew that this nightmare was going to end soon.
Then I saw her. She was the most beautiful being that I had ever seen. She flew with the wings of a dark angel. Her skin was alabaster white and her hair was as dark as night. She had the slender build of a swimmer and when she landed next to me she showed all of the grace of a ballerina. She was Beautiful!
All of the creatures stopped their frenzy and bowed before her as she landed. Such was the power that this beautiful angel held over them.
She knelt beside me and looked deeply into my eyes. I knew then that I would soon be gone forever, for she was no angel. At least not one sent from God.
Her eyes were as bright as the snow on a sunny day. I could barely look into them without blinking. I could feel those eyes pulling me! Not my body, or what was left of it, but my soul. I cried for my loss. She showed no sympathy. And slowly, but not slowly enough, I was taken out of existence!
My last thoughts were of my Wife and Family. Did she hear my screams as she slept in the bed above me? Did my children? Did anyone? And then, I was gone!
Believe me children when I tell you this.
There is a monster under the bed!
Hope you enjoyed my little story.
The Old Man !
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| Age: 22 |
| Williamstown,
New Jersey |
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