Dear God: Chap. 2

I was conceived from the stinky smell, kicks, intimidation's, forced loved, and obsession, of a malignant intruder. I was conceived under a gray bridge; under the powerful and controller presence of the full moon. I was conceived with violence.I wish that I was wanted, needed, loved, and cared. I wish I had toys and I could play with my friends. I wish I could have a family and a playful dog. I wish my brother would come back. I wish I was not afraid of the dark. I wish I could be smarter, prettier and healthier. I wish to have peace and happiness. I wish my mommy would not be mad at me. I wish she would have kissed and hugged me at least once, before I went, before i went, far very far away.

Dear God: Chap. 1

     I was delivered into this world too early. I was forced to come out of my womb to this hateful and unmerciful world, by two deadly kicks. My teacher said, I was delivered by an angel and that is why I am different, special, and unique. But I know the truth. I developed an acute sense of hearing. I was delivered to this world in a pool of blood, screams, kicks, fear, cries, anger, rage, and dislike. I was delivered to this world without love. I was delivered to this world in a gloomy, cold, starless, December. I was born in confusion and darkness. I was born in the absence of water, fire, earth, and air. 

DAY 3

                                                                   LONDON

                                                                     DAY 3                 2:00 p.m.

More than ten hours passed since Lucy died, and my mother and father were still pretending as if nothing has happened. But then at 2:00 p.m.my mother and father finally came to their senses, after receiving by mail the bloody and repugnant head of a woman. This was when they knew that we had to live that creepy and meaningless house, and we resumed to start packing our belongings. 

1:00 p.m.

 1:00 p.m.

During lunch everything was surprisingly quiet. After I was done eating, my sister playfully invited me for a walk through the garden, and she saw what I hope she had never seen nor experienced. The bloody and peeled off body of our dog, Lucy. I felt my sister heart beating faster and faster, her hands were ice cold, her eyes were lost in the scene and her soul escape the light that surrounded her. 

DAY 2

LONDON

                    DAY 2                    

12:00 a.m.

The chaotic day was finally over, but I still felt anxious. The night smelled heavy and the full moon warn me about the many dangers and sadness that were coming, slowly but secured. At 12:00 a.m. strange things began to occur. Strange sounds began to announce me that I was not welcome in that house, in that room; I could feel them breathing in my neck, I could hear them screaming angrily, demanding my head. At exactly 6:00 a.m. I heard the footsteps of a stranger, approaching my bed. I couldn't move nor scream. I was scared and I was alone.

Day 1

LONDON

                                                                  DAY 1 10:00 a.m.

 Lucifer.  I am the miracle daughter of Pastor Robert Holliston and Esther Holliston. I was born on a hot like hell summer morning in June 6, 1996 at 06:06 a.m. Today the day of my 16^th birthday my wise father decided to buy an old house which will be owe by our family for an eternity. The road that leads to the house is long and painful, is surrounded by a thick and heavy mist that guards its mysterious creatures. The fog is gray and holds sparkles of light in the distance; the trees are tall and wide, full of splendor and majesty like Queen Victoria.  As one passes through the road one might hear the cries and laments of lost souls that run through the woods searching for the perfect believer that would revive them. After four long praying and singing hours in the car with my sister, mother, and father we finally arrived to the spotlight. The house was dying of a terminal disease and everyone seven miles around could hear her crying without caring. The cries where powerfully loud and the smell of white butterflies was intoxicating and repugnant. The rooms were colossal and pitifully decorated by some old creepy lady who owned the house before us. The color of the rooms were white as pearls, the doors had scratches of uninvited guests, the lights were yellow, and the view of the windows were the gates to hell.  The corridors were stretch and infinite, full of deep dark transparent mirrors that ran through each impassable chamber. The mirrors reflected the fears and demons that grew inside each person, that grew inside me, and my innocent and annoying little sister. 

The End of the Beginning

LONDON

 DAY 5  06:00 a.m.

After the death of my father, my hero, my mother and I lost our souls. I still remember the day of the funeral; no one but me and my mom were there, crying wishing to bury ourselves with our sweet protector. When the evil clock stroke eight we didn't had more tears left in our bodies the only thing we had was a big black hole in our chests that multiplied as the seconds passed. When the black hole in our chest finally consumed us, as the worms consume full of happiness the bodies of the dead we knew, it was time to go home and pack in our pockets the few things we had left, after our souls were stolen from us in Borley, Essex, London. 

The Demons Inside

The Demons Inside

 BASED ON A TRUE STORY

To be absent from the body
 Is to be present with the Lord

  The dust returns to earth
            The spirit returns to God Who gave it.

                                                                                                                               (2 Cor 5: 8, Eccl 12: 7)

Let's try Something NEW !!!

Hey guys... so, I'm going to try something new and create a short & weird  story. 

I hope it comes out somewhat good. 

Enjoy and thanks :)

To Have

I wish to have faith. 

I wish to have hope. 

I wish that we could be all brothers. 

I wish for a better tomorrow and a sunnier day. 

I wish for killer to be saints. 

I wish that the sun could be made of cheese. 

I wish that you and I and this whole world could forever be together in peace. 

If you Are

If you are going to do something do it so the world could see it 

and you admire. 

If you are going to do something make sure to break all rules 

And forget about yourself . 

If you are going to do something don't let your enemies know. 

If you are going to do something make sure is bad 

And can be a funny story story when you grow old and wise. 

Changes

When we are little we wish to be doctors, superheroes, singers, and even dancers. 

Then when reality strikes all we want is to make some money or be the best at everything we do, and 

All we do is for our own benefit and anything beyond that we consider it a waste of time.