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I wonder if you think of me as much as I think of you. I wonder if you look at your phone expecting a txt from me. I wonder if you pick up your phone to message me as many times as I wanna message you. I wonder if you still love me... because I haven’t stopped loving you.

For SOS

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I hope he knows that ‘I love you’ also means ‘I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you’, and also, ‘I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else’.

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No One Ever Listens

Niggas use the ‘L’ word loosely They caress ya mind then leave ya woozy Body poppin’ crazy cuz they hit it right Can’t have another nigga in there He’s got claims on that pussy, its his so it’s locked air tight But now ya head is crazy cuz he played you wrong Another heart broken is where I’m sitting I feel alone and no longer strong Across from the nigga that got me smitten He said he loved me then I was dismissed To another hoe, he can have that bitch I walked too many miles to fight death’s kiss Moral of the story: Being a good girl or bad, it doesn’t matter, either way you get fucked and it’s not your pussy screaming from a fistin but your heart is torn from a dissin’ And all your tears can do is fall because no one is there and no one ever listens

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If loving you kills me today, then I was ready for death the moment you said hello.

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Transitioning Between Scenes

Transitioning between scenes is definitely an issue that bugs many writers, so you’re not alone there.

First, to know where to end the scene, it might be helpful to make a quick list of what you want the scene to accomplish (for example: plot information you want to get across, relationships you want to move forward, a location you want the characters to reach, and so on). Then, write the scene naturally, without worrying about the list. When you’re done, look back to check that you’ve accomplished everything on your list, and see how much extra text there is in the scene. Once you know your key points for the scene, it’s easier to spot the extraneous stuff and trim the fat.

As for ending scenes and beginning new ones, of course you have a few different options for different types of scenes. In some scenes, you might want to end with an action cliffhanger. In others, you might want to end with your main character reflecting on something that happened.

The one type of scene ending you’ll want to use sparingly is the “and all was right with the world” one. Depending on your plot, you might not have much use for this anyway, but the point is: you want to keep your reader reading. If everything is just going swimmingly for your character and they don’t have any problems, readers may not feel compelled to find out what happens next.

So for example, if your character(s) solve one problem in the scene, you might end it with either: A) a new problem popping up, or B) your character(s) thinking about something they’ll have to deal with in the future.

You can, of course, end a scene with something unexpectedly good happening, because readers would want to keep reading to see how that works out (for example: your character hears a knock on the door, answers it, and finds their long-lost brother standing on the doorstep). Plot twists and surprises, both good and bad, definitely keep your reader reading, so use them liberally and aim for variety.

Finally, it always helps to read examples. Skim through some of the books that inspire you and look at how the author transitioned through to scenes. You can also check out how long their scenes were, on average, if you want to create a similar pacing.

Happy writing!

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How Many?

I don't want to have sex, smoke, or drink

I want to get to a place where I am okay

where I can look at me and smile

Because when I look at me I know that isn’t what the world sees,

It can’t be

I see ugly, misery, broken

the words ”you’re worthless “ screaming out at me

I want to be confident in me

I want to be able to inspire

and move the world while I move

because right now I just seem to be

stuck

In a depression of rage and lust

going from one substance to the next

I just want to be able to feel the sun on my face

enjoy it's bask because of it's bask

How many tears do you have to cry before you say "enough"

How many times do you have to wipe the blood away before you get away?

How many hugs til you realize the warmth is gone?

How many hugs to you recognize the love is real?

What is real, but perception? What is time but a continuous moment?

Who knows us if we don't know our self?

we've focused for so long on such an over sexualized society and not enough time on the evaluation of our youths mentality,

higher living,

and strengthening,

Defragging the damaged

and revitalizing ourselves

-I may not know who I am yet

after all these years of trying to be her

but I do know in the end

I won't die bonded unfaithful

My soul and heart were set free

I don't want to have sex if it's just gonna lead me to the toilet

I don't want to just hang on ya arm

I don't want to wash your clothes only when they're a mess

I want to be the one to give you a king or a queen

I want to be the one to partner with you, wear ya ring

I want to be the one to help you build an empire and then we go wash together

because if it's just an "alone" thing

I don't want to do any of those "anything's"

It's okay to smile on a rainy day it's okay to cry on a sunshine filled day

It's okay to want to know me and it's okay to not understand rationality

You think I'm angry I'm stuck

I know life makes you slow down sometimes

puts in it's own pauses

Makes you look deeper

catches your breath

and then your feeling

You feel the sun

You feel the rain

You feel the lust

You feel the pain

and life starts to unpack it's heavy load once again

and it's asking

have you opened your eyes?

have you realized?

how many?

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Atormentada

Me atormentas en mis sueños

Tiemblo mientras duermo

las sombras arrojan su risa

y la luz deja de ser haz

Me he arrastrado durante siglos para descubrir la oscuridad del infierno

mi mente corrupta, y necesitada de cárcel

Me he quedado sin tiempo

mis rodillas están crudas

la parte superior

-tan cerca

me golpeas donde más duele

en mi mente

y en mi corazón

mi cuerpo flota junta al mundo

Mis sentimientos crudos, todavía te ríes de mí

me esposaste a tu lado

te jactas?

Me vuelvo y doy vuelta

mi almohada sostiene mis gritos ahogados

Lloro a los oídos silenciosos

Lloro por los años silenciosos

no les importó verme

no te importaba apreciarme o notarme

entonces me quedo roto

desmenuzado

usado y descuidado

porque siempre fuiste tú quien me persiguió despierto

así que ahora trato de dormir lejos de mis lágrimas

solo para fallar

Me escondo de ti despierto

Sé que no puedo esconderme para siempre

pero no puedes esconderte para siempre en mis sueños

ese es tu error

mientras que puedo estar roto y asustado

Inconscientemente caigo en el temible sueño que rezo nunca vendrá

Los cuentos que nunca serán contados se tuercen dentro de mi mente

las lágrimas caen que nunca deberían arrojarse

Estoy dañado y roto por dentro

pero estoy retenido y protegido

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Haunted

You haunt me in my dreams,

I shiver as I sleep,

the shadows cast their laughter,

and the light ceases it’s beam.

I’ve crawled for ages to surface the darkness of hell,

my mind corrupt and in need of jail,

I’ve run out of time,

my knees are raw,

the top

-So close

You hit me where it hurts the most

-in my mind,

and in my heart,

my body floats board to the world

my feelings raw, you still laugh at me

You shackled me to your side

You boast?

I toss and turn,

my pillow holds my muffled screams,

I cry to the silent ears,

I cry for the silent years,

they didn’t care to see me,

You didn’t care to appreciate or notice me

So I lay broken,

crumbled,

used and neglected

because it was always you that haunted me awake

So now I try to sleep away my tears

only to fail

I hide from you awake,

I know I can’t hide forever

But you cant hide forever in my dreams

That’s your mistake

While I may be broken and afraid

I unconsciously fall into that fearful sleep I pray will never come

The tales that will never be told twist inside my mind

The tears fall that should never be shed

I am damaged and broken inside

But I am held and protected

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Another Chance

I saw you

I woke up with eyes on you

A touch of you

The caress of you

The kiss of you

The taste of you

I felt the need for you

But I could not be complete for you

I was missing a part of me

Then it was later; cartography

I was in your arms

You had a hold of me

We had another chance to rewrite history

-To choose our correct destiny

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Ride or Die Guide

I look at you

and I see me

living in a façade

of Misery

hiding behind a mask

of ecstasy

swimming in a pool

of reverie

and in the mirror of it all I see the truth

I see it all...

our reflection

we try to hide our misdirection

But deep down we know the truth

it’s in our eyes

it’s our depression

It cannot hide from one who holds its very key

It cannot hide from its own destruction

I see you but do you see me?

my psychoanalyzed mind

Ill stay your north star,

I’m discovered

you try to hide yours

but you’ve been uncovered

you’re safe in my arms

I’ll never leave your side

seeing you

you never have to hide

no matter side chick, wifey or as your love

I’ll always be your ride or die guide

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Flores que Quitan Dolor

Hay flores en mi puerta, y atraen a mis ojos. Hay colores tan brillantes que el verano ha dejado sobre la tierra. Los sentimientos infelices adentro de mi alma sucedieron a la muerte. Abrí los ojos y sentí que el miedo ya no estaba ahí. El miedo que por años, sufrí. Pero mis ojos vieron los colores, y me invadió la alegría. Reí tan alto que ya no había oscuridad en mi corazón. Hoy, salío de la casa una mujer viva. Con esperanzas y sin alimentos. Las flores que vi hoy me quitaron los dolores. Dolores que me tenían aislada del mundo. Pero las flores, ¡qué preciosas las flores! 

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My Stroke Loves You More

Pleasure is yours, I know you feel it. I will give this to you every night and day simply by request. Just a return favor, it's not a catch. Simply promise me you'll be mine to please; You should have guessed. If I take you tonight and give you everything you asked, will you stay with me to begin? If not then I shall not even try. But if so then let the true sexual pleasure begin! As I make sure you're with me, I will take you to levels never known. As we connect our bodies loosen and tense together. I hear it: Your loving Moans! Can we really be this perfect together? Is this pleasure not imagined? Can you feel the effort behind every single action, every single stroke? Is that what's causing your love tantrum.. Stroke sending your body into convulsions, Do you want this forever as I do? If so, then stay, We'll make every night seem as though it can't be true... As though it'll be forever! An ongoing sexual fantasy! Forget the gloves, Let's go raw! I love you baby But my stroke loves you more!

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Death’s Ribbon

I feel so alone in this world Like no one is around to see What beauty I can gift Or the smiles I can lure free The darkness seems to stay at bay Only because I hide it so The darkness creeps in late at night When my thoughts have nowhere to go There isn't much room for them to stay So in the short minutes of its' consumption In my bed I there choose to lay Suicide is of contemplation Still I lie and hide Pushing it away Far, far away... For leaving would be so selfish (So I am told) And so I embrace my pain With open arms I allow this pain to stare As it's starving inside of me, Eating at me, Inside of me... And it's learning me deep, deep within How many smiles must I fake Until this is finally over? Life is too much and it I have lost hope for The happiness I play is falling fast The call of death I cannot shake But goodness me Must my soul be laid to rest The blood will finally drip... To the end... of my blade To the end... Of my life And then I'll finally have peace And the broken dimensions will have mended their crease For I alone am a broken and lost soul I will not be forgiven... From myself And this death- Is imminent... It is my punishment Soon- So soon... For once they are gone I'll get my Deaths' Ribbon Of red that I can show about As it trickles down my paling skin Handing in my life's certificate And exchanged it for one with Deaths' name Proudly broadcasting my award My prize! And never it able to be a duplicate! So until this day or night I shall pretend Smile and shine in my grey world Acting as a "happy" None has yet to catch on I'm slowly getting there adrift So soon- I'll finally have my knives drip! Deaths' Ribbon awaits me... So close Yet I am unable to touch it But... Soon, So soon. It will undoubtedly belong to me!

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The Multilateral Tragedy

*A story that portrays anger and betrayal.

LOG-LINE: A college graduate, home for the summer before starting an internship, has an affair with his adopted father's (John's) newly wed wife, Merida. His adoptive father becomes transfixed with anger at finding the two in sexual relations and plots revenge on Merida. FADE IN: EXT. CHURCH - DAY The bright mid-morning sunlight shimmers on the glimmering diamonds and sparkling, V-necked wedding dress making small glares in the crowds' eyes, hovering over the churches freshly pressure-washed stairs. MERIDA, 29, and JOHN, 42, stand outside of a small church smiling and celebrating their new union. They embrace each other in a long kiss and hold hands. Merida is wearing a white V-necked bridal gown that shows off her cleavage in a contemporary look, with diamonds accentuating her neck and ears, matching her bridal set. John is wearing a white tuxedo, light blue shirt, white top hat and flashy dress shoes. A silver watch accessorizes his wrist matching a shiny wedding band. The crowd standing around the outside of the church CHEER and throw rice onto the walking path of the newlyweds. Merida and John wave and walk down the path to the waiting car that on it's window has a sign that says, "JUST MARRIED". JOHN After you my love. John places his hand out in front of him. Merida entered the car. Scooting all the way to the opposite side of the seat to allow room for John to enter and sit next to her. MERIDA How would you like to break in these leather seats while we kick back and journey the three hours to our honey moon? It's not like we have to do all the driving. Unzipping his pants for some extra inches he unzips the back of Meridas' dress to help her out of her wedding dress and slip. He undoes the thick bra hinges and lets her bra fall to the floor of the car, exposing her tanned skin, breasts and erect pink nipples. He guides his hand down her curves to where he feels the heat radiating from her moist throbbing spot and cups her with intensity, sticking a finger inside of her and licking his lips as he inhales her sweet perfumed smell mixing in with her natural pheromones. JOHN How did I get this lucky? MERIDA (GIGGLING) I'm the lucky one. I hit the jackpot, especially with (pointing to his pants) that bulge! John and Merida dressed in a jumble. Smoothing over their clothing as if to portray that nothing had happened in the three hours behind the tinted, sound-proof divider. The chauffeur sure didn't hint to any knowledge of the playtime they had just had. DISSOLVE TO: INT. HOUSE - DAWN The dawn light shimmered through clouds onto and through the windows of the modern light blue and white house. It was still grey with drizzle and the wind HOWLED through the slats of the beige picket fence making it shiver and the door swing back and forth, opening in a sing-song of crudeness. JUSTIN, an athletic 20 year old sophomore in college with brown hair and brown eyes, jogged up the path of his dad's house wearing sweat pants and a uniform hoodie representing his school in colors of blue and orange and his last name printed on the back, to the front door with his JINGLING keys out. He finds the right key and unlocks the door finding himself standing in an empty house. JUSTIN (Calling) Da-aad! I'm ho-ooome! Anyone here?... Huh... That's funny. Justin scratches his head in contemplation. JUSTIN (CONT'D) Ooooo-oh ye-aah! The honey-moon! I forgot they'll be back tomorrow. Well, I guess I've got the whole house to myself until then. Time to unwind. Justin grabs his one green, tattered duffle bag and drags it upstairs to the room on the left. He unzips it. It is lined with shirts, pants, underwear and socks along with a few sweatshirts and a couple of his favorite beanies. He places everything in empty drawers in his bedroom. He walks downstairs to the kitchen. Opens the refrigerator, takes out the whole milk and places it on the kitchen island. He then walks to the cabinets and RUMBLES through items on the shelves, SHUFFLING the food boxes and cans. He grabs the Frosted Mini Wheats. JUSTIN (CONT'D) Awwwwe yeah! This is the stuff! Dad always buys the good stuff! Justin grabs a bowl and pours himself some cereal adding the milk and then grabbing a spoon. He saunters over to the living room sofa across the way and places his bowl on the glass coffee table while reaching for the television remote control. He collapses onto the couch simultaneously turning on the television and then switching through channels until he comes to The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon he was particularly fond of. Grabbing up his bowl he eats watching comfortably in a laying position. He takes his last bite and drinks the residual milk then places his bowl on the lightly hued area rug. Laughing at the turtles' silliness he fades into a dreamy deep slumber. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. POOL PATIO - DAY The pool glistens with sunshine rays and steam emerges from the water as the silent motor jets massage the water into a warm caress. Justin and Merida swim in slow circles embraced as the heat of the pool caress their skin, making their bodies steam with the contrasting heat of the pool and the coolness of the spring weather. Kissing each other, they stop to take a breath and Justin smiles at Merida. JUSTIN I'm glad we did this. I've wanted you for so long. I just can't believe we've gotten away with it for this long. You know I wanted to do something special for our one year anniversary coming up. MERIDA Oh yeah? What's that? JUSTIN I got you something special. So you'd always remember our time together, you know even if we decided to stop seeing each other. At least we would both end it on good terms. MERIDA You're making me nervous, Justin. JUSTIN Don't be. I'm not ending it now, or saying that I want to end it. I'm just saying if it did you'd just always have something from me that was special. A keepsake that no one has to know what it really symbolized for the two of us. Like another secret safe with us forever. MERIDA Well, on that note, now I'm excited and intrigued. What is it? Are you going to give it to me now? JUSTIN Now? No. First I want to take you to the guest house bedroom and fuck you! MERIDA Oh Justin! Why not just fuck me right here? It'll be another first for us and so fun! Merida reaches behind her back and pulls her bikini top string. It falls to the water and slowly floats away. Merida is grinning at Justin. MERIDA (CONT'D) Come on Justin! I want you so bad. Come fuck me like it'll be your last time. Fuck me like we are the only ones to exist. Fuck me like you love me. I see you saluting me and you're so swollen with girth. Come and make me bow down to it. Justin looks at Meridas' perky breast with hunger glazing his eyes and reaches out to touch them. DISSOLVE TO: INT. LIVING ROOM - MID AFTERNOON The room is filled with afternoon light as Justin opens his eyes, remembering where he is, chest heaving with deprived sexual appetite, and an erection protruding from his pants. A new cartoon is playing but Justin is not concerned and turns it off. Sitting up, he pushes his pants a little down to where his erection is free to stand and starts to massage himself with thoughts of his fantasy woman coming into the room and taking it into her mouth. JUSTIN Oh Merida! You're the fucking best. Yes! Yes! Justin convulses in heavy breathing into a napkin a few minutes later. He gets up, wadding the napkin in his hand and goes up the stairs to his room to get a change of clothes that didn't have wet drip stains. JUSTIN (CONT'D) I need a shower first and then I'll come back down and clean up my bowl so dad doesn't freak out about how messy I've left the living room. CHUCKLES. Dad can be such a lame-o sometimes. He grabs a clean outfit out his drawers and heads toward the bathroom. Justin enters the bathroom, turning on the shower faucet to warm then enters to shower. He suds his body and lets the hot water rinse him clean. He turns off the water, stands there dripping for a few moments then reaches for the towel over the shower curtain and dries off. Stepping out of the shower he grabs his clothing and then dresses. JUSTIN (CONT'D) Now the bowl... before I forget. Taking the bowl from the carpet to the sink he washes it and returns it to the designated cabinet. Justin stares out of the kitchen window, smirking. JUSTIN (CONT'D) I need to go out and pass a few hours or I'm gunna drive myself crazy in this house alone. Maybe I'll go watch a movie at the theatre... Yeah, that's exactly what I'll do. It'll take my mind off of that sexy woman. Grabbing his keys, he walks out and locks the front door. Gets into his car and makes for the theatre. Arriving at the theatre, he parks, hops out his car and enters the mall. He walks a long corridor to the entrance of the theatre and waits for his turn to buy a ticket. Purchasing his ticket, he walks through the doors looking for what theatre room his movie is to play in. He enters and sits to watch the previews, which are already playing. He'd chosen an action movie and hoped time would just fly. Tomorrow his dad would arrive home with Merida and he was anticipating the visit. FADE OUT. FADE IN: EXT. BEACH HOUSE RENTAL - DAWN The waves lap against the beach, creating roars, every caving and crashing into each other. The seagulls circle around the sky. The clouds dance and evade the birds in swirling pink motions as the sun peeks through to see the awakening day. Merida rolls over and off of the bed. She GROANS. She reaches for a fresh outfit and starts to dress. MERIDA Ugh. I don't wanna leave just yet. It's so beautiful here, so peaceful. JOHN It's not like we won't be able to get away again. We don't have small kids and Justin will be back at college in a few weeks. MERIDA I know but to wake up to this view everyday would be amazing. This honeymoon was just perfect and I wish it could last forever. JOHN Merida, you know, just waking up beside you makes my day. It's perfection. MERIDA Oh John. I really did marry a one in a million man. Merida walks over to John standing near the bed packing up their one Louis Vuitton suitcase. She places her hands on his face and embraces his lips with her, passionately. MERIDA (CONT'D) I love you so much. JOHN I love you too, baby. John slaps Merida on her bottom playfully. John (CONT'D) Now lets get a move on before we miss our ride back home. MERIDA (GIGGLING) Okay baby. Merida puts on her shoes and walks towards the door, following John out to the car. Opening the door for Merida, John sits getting close. JOHN (Whispering) We'll still have plenty of time in the car to show each other how much love each other. Although, last night was pretty convincing, I think I need a reminder. FADE OUT. FADE IN EXT. HOUSE - AFTERNOON Hot sun pours onto the Earth, blanketing it in heat and nourishment. A running car is in the driveway. The engine rattles and then dies as the ignition is powered off. John and Merida step out of the car. MERIDA Home sweet home at last. JOHN Well, I see Justin made it home safe. Merida walks up the driveway and walking path to the front door inserting a key to the lock and pushing open the door. MERIDA (Hollering towards the car) Honey, can you grab the bag while I unlock the house and pee? JOHN Sure babe. You got it. I'll be right in. John's phone rings. JOHN (CONT'D) Hun, I have to take this, I'll be in after this phone call -it's work. MERIDA Okay, babe. Merida enters the house and closes the door behind her, placing her purse on the entryway table and walking down the hall towards the guest bathroom pushing open the door in a rush to relieve herself. MERIDA (CONT'D) Oh! Gosh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I didn't know you were in here. Stumbling back out the door, she pulls it closed and starts climbing the stairs to the other bathroom. MERIDA (CONT'D) I can't believe I just walked in on him, geez, I forgot he was here for break. But daa-ang! He's hung! (Laughing) He sure doesn't take after his father in that department. (Chuckling) Maybe it's from his grandfather. Merida relieves herself and starts undressing. She turns on the shower. MERIDA (CONT'D) I'm actually glad all we did was sleep on the way back. I really need this shower. She enters the shower and lets the water run down her face. (KNOCK, KNOCK) MERIDA (CONT'D) I don't know why you bother to knock, we're married. You can just walk in. JUSTIN Actually, we're not. I just wanted to apologize for you walking in on me downstairs. I, uh, sent dad to the store. He won't be back for about an hour. MERIDA Oh, okay. Well, I should really be the one apologizing, but it's okay. We'll just put it behind us. Merida puts the shampoo bottle down and brings the conditioner to her hair. Lathering it in then sitting on the built in shower seat, letting the conditioner sit. She looks up suddenly feeling eyes on her. MERIDA (CONT'D) Oh, I didn't know you were still in here. Is everything okay? Merida grabs a towel to cover herself up. JUSTIN You know Merida you are absolutely breathtaking. I know you saw how hung I was. I was hard for you. Justin starts to undress. MERIDA Me? How me? Justin what are you doing? JUSTIN I would be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to you, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't attracted to me. Justin enters into the shower, naked, showcasing his erection. JUSTIN (CONT'D) I want you. I want you now. MERIDA Justin, this can't b-- JUSTIN Shhhhh. Justin takes her head in his hands and kisses her passionately. He grabs her towel, hiding her perfect curves and throws it over the shower glass. It falls to the floor with a quiet THUMP. Then he cups her breasts and takes them into his mouth. Merida lets out a long SIGH and tried to push Justin away with her hands. MERIDA Justin, this can't hap-- JUSTIN As much as you fight it, your body is calling me, inviting me in. He sticks a finger inside of her. JUSTIN (CONT'D) You see, wet and ready. He swings her around positioning her butt in front of him. Then eases himself inside of her. Pounding her from behind. JUSTIN (CONT'D) You like that? You like that? Let me fuck this pussy. MERIDA Oh... My... God... John walks in the bathroom. JOHN Merida, I--what the fuck is going on here? Justin... Merida? (Yelling) What the fuck is going on?! MERIDA John, it's not what you think, It's a mistake. An accident. JUSTIN Dad! It's not her fault, I mean, I-I'm... JOHN (In a rage) GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT! YOU'RE HERE FOR COLLEGE BREAK AND YOU COME HOME TO FUCK MY WIFE?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GOD DAMNED MIND?1 Merida steps out of the shower towards John after Justin has fled the bathroom. Forgetting her towel and her composure. MERIDA John, I'm sorry! I was showering and he just came in. I told him no, I reall- SMACK. John smacks Merida with apparent rage and powerful force. Merida falls back, slipping on the wet floor and hitting her temple on the sink. MERIDA (CONT'D) Whimper. Nothing. DISSOLVE TO: INT. DOWNSTAIRS BASEMENT The room is dimly lit provided by a single bare bulb that dangles from the low unfinished basement ceiling. it was once used for a wine cellar. Bottled elite vintages of Europe were retired in wooden racks lined up against the thick, cool walls. It smells musty. There are small dingy windows close to the surface level ground, one is cracked and letting in a cool draft. Merida regains consciousness. She moves her head from the left and then to the right, then remembers her fall. Trying to reach her arms up to touch her throbbing head she realizes that she is not able to move them, yet she has no limbs bound. MERIDA Whhhh- Mmmmm... Eh. Hyperventilation. JOHN Merida, I didn't want to do this. I really didn't. I talked to Justin, and I know it was his fault, but you should have hit him, kicked him, yelled out for me! SOMETHING! John walks over to the table where Merida is lying. JOHN (CONT'D) Don't try to fight. Merida, You can't move or talk but your mind is completely with me now. I haven't blocked your pain sensors, but I did give you chloroform as you lay breathing unconscious. He strokes Merida's cheek. JOHN (CONT'D) I soaked it and basically just left it to sit on your face. Actually, I almost killed you. It was a close call. I mean it wouldn't have been the worst of outcomes but... It wasn't the way I wanted you to go out. John walks over to a table opposite of Merida. JOHN (CONT'D) I think I want to go another route. I just... Sigh... I loved you, Merida. You have broken me, forever. Merida's eye swish back and forth, panicky. JOHN (CONT'D) Don't worry baby. You aren't the only one to pay. I took care of him. Let me show you. John holds up an old, tattered ten-gallon paint bucket into Merida's view. JOHN (CONT'D) You see. I kept this here just so I could show you. How it feels. He took something I valued and turned it into nothing. See, I had to take something vital from him as payback. It hurt me because he was my son, but he made his own decisions. Now he will pay for them for the rest of his life. John opens the top of the bucket and it SLOSHES. Merida tries to scream, wide eyed. JOHN (CONT'D) It's no use. It won't wear off for hours. John grabs a large plastic tarp from his side table, unfolds it and places it under the table Merida is lying on, curving up the edges to make it look like a small children's play pool. Next, John pours red liquid over Merida's face, slowly allowing the tarp to collect what drips off the sides and what would be the floor, while watching Merida's eyes flicker. Merida's nose sputtered with clogged nostrils as she tried to breath through the blood being poured all over her face. JOHN (CONT'D) Oh! Let me take care of that, honey. John picked up a medical intubating tube and then shoved it up and twisting it down the nostrils of Merida. JOHN (CONT'D) I'd have lubed it but "they" John brings his hands up in the air making quotation signs as he says THEY. say that blood is a natural lubricant, and as you can feel, your nose is full of lube. John LAUGHS. Merida struggles. John then pulls up what looks like a raw sausage out from the bucket after it had dripped empty over Merida. JOHN (CONT'D) I know you must be wondering where all that blood came from, right. Well, no need to ask love. I went out to the shed, right out back and slaughtered a pig from the neighbors farm. I then put the intestines inside of a blender and liquefied it and mixed it with the blood that dripped from the pig as it hang upside down from an old water pipe. John takes the sausage looking thing and holds it up to Merida's face. JOHN (CONT'D) This is the dick you were oh so joyously enjoying in our shower dear. Don't you recognize it? A tear streams down Merida's face. Her eyes are wide. She is trembling. JOHN (CONT'D) Oh, don't worry he's not dead. I just put him under anesthesia, and then surgically removed his penis. I sewed him a tube to his urethra so he can still piss and do his business, but he'll never again have sex or ruin someone else's marriage. John opens Merida's mouth and shoves it in. JOHN (CONT'D) That's right honey. Show me how deep you can take it in your mouth. Deep throat that dick. JOHN (CONT'D) That's right, choke on that dick. I thought you liked it so much. John takes it out of Merida's mouth watching her eyes bulge. Then he pushes her on her side and let's her vomit leak out so she doesn't drowned. JOHN (CONT'D) Now the fun part. Did that leave a sour taste in your mouth? I mean, after all it was covered in pig blood and guts... But let's see how wet you get and how much you enjoy it up your pussy. John turns Merida over in a doggie style position, holding her top body up with a machine he rigged. On her nipples he placed electric spark plugs. JOHN (CONT'D) The way this machine works is if you don't enjoy a minute of this up your pussy the machine won't turn on. But once the machine senses your endorphins releasing due to pleasure or also known as oxytocin it will turn itself on and an electric current will travel from the spark plugs to your nipples, burning them and you WILL feel the excruciating pain as I continue to fuck you with Justin's severed dick. John inserts the severed muscle into Merida's vagina. Merida's natural reaction immediately produced the machine to WHIR but then almost immediately it shit off. John started fucking her intensely, moving it inside and out like he knew she liked it. Mimicking the actions he used to use on her with their personal dildos. After a few moments he took his finger and started to play with her clitoris. The machine WHIRRED to life and after another minute the electric current could be seen generating on it's wires. JOHN (CONT'D) I guess I've found your sweet spot. I did have much practice mastering how you like dildos inserted. I mean, did you think your body could hold back it's pleasure sensations forever? This really wasn't about seeing it you wouldn't feel pleasure. It was about making you feel it so much that you climax so the machine doesn't turn off and you burn alive. But first let me connect this last piece... John walks to the machine pulling a very small wire from it and putting it in Merida's view. Merida could see a small needle attached to an ENG wire. John pushes the needle through her clitoris. JOHN (CONT'D) Now when I make you climax it'll burn you through all of your sexual organs from the outside in, and you will feel EVERYTHING. John starts again, climbing Merida toward ecstasy and climax. Merida whimpers half in fear and half in sexual bliss. It was true. He was fucking her the best he had ever done with a dildo, but this wasn't a dildo and she couldn't figure out why even as disgusting it was, it felt so good, real and raw. The machine was sparking and Merida's skin was starting to steam. Merida's climax came with convulsions. Her tears streamed her face as she burnt up listening to John's eerie laughter. JOHN (CONT'D) Burn! You stupid cheating bitch! Maybe we can be happy in the next life! John pulls out a six shot revolver and stands directly in Merida's glazing over sight. He put the revolver to his head. CLICK. Nothing. Merida's skin was growing browner and browner and she could hear her screams finally escaping her mouth. JOHN (CONT'D) Haha bitch. Did I scare you? Okay, okay. For real this time. CLICK. BOOM. John's gun went off, bullet lodging inside of his brain instantly killing him. Dead before his body hits the floor. CLANK. The gun drops heavily to the floor. SCREAMS. MERIDA (Quietly, with no strength) Help me! Please! WHIMPERS into silence. NOTHING. CRACKLES. Merida's body is scorched. Crispy. The machine stops it's WHIRRING. John's blood is spilling out of his head mixing with Merida's and the pig blood. All is quiet. FADE TO BLACK. 

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Kamasutra Poetry

To Dominate

Fiery passion fills my mind but then coolness washes over it. I need to be the Dom that you want. To learn everything there is to know about you. The joy of you giving yourself to me is boundless. The pleasure your trust gives me is like a loving embrace to my soul. The responsibility of giving structure, purpose, meaning... love...into another's life, should be overwhelming, but it's not. It feels right, and is right, Sub-tly intoxicating. To strive for their perfection in everything they do...for you...for them. A glance, a nod, a word, a sigh... Was that not enough? This crop is perfection. It flexes but does not break. It can goad one into feats of excellence or remind one of what more can be, should be done to please one's Master. This hand caresses. That sensuous sign to show the love and care. The Sub must must be diligent. No request too large or small. With careful, conscientious observance! Or Punishment will be dealt. Sweet censure. Staccato cadence on soft tender spots. Soles of feet, inner thigh, areola. Then soft stroking. And gentle kisses follow. Prostrate yourself. Spread your cheeks to me. The moistness flowing from your pussy like warm honey, feels silky. So much nectar to ease the adding of this tail to your tail. I stroke your pussy, my finger circling your clit. It's hard and cries for attention. Flicking and circling fiendishly. My cock throbs, its eye aiming. A slow penetration. Your pussy clenching around it. My hand on your throat constricting then releasing. A gentle euphoria slips into you. My hand stings with the slap to your ass. Your deathgrip on my cock increases. Like a slow moving piston I pound your mound. Your breath quickens as the piston accelerates. Each thrust pushing on the tail in your tail. Feel the fullness baby! The pleasurable pounding on your pussy. Your moans increase in pitch. I sense your release is coming, then you're cumming, and I'm cumming. A wonderful harmony.

To Serve

Tingling excitement builds I want to be the sub that you need I want the loss of control to be the scent in the air gripping me still, because I've been told so Let me please you by kneeling to you, tell me how to subdue myself to you tell me what I can do to give you the power of control can you control me? -Control It's the opposite of what I know to do... letting go I want to let go but the feeling is tantalizing, invigorating, fills me with dopamine, Control- is it that hard to let go of? I want to be controlled Tie me down and spank me show me who's boss for all my naughtiness, and then pleasure me Train me to be subdued, and dominate me slap my ass with that flogger that riding crop, bend me over and spread me wide, I'll kneel for you, and do penance, Choke me as you fuck me blindfolded! Sir?! How shall I please you today? Dominate me! 

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Who’s Killing Whom?

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The wind and rain was screaming as she tried to climb up the mountainous ditch she had fallen into. Sliding back down, the rain made her attempts useless and she knew then that the killer would win.

Reaching down, a hand she didn't know. Grace it offers, this much she can see. The savior from the killer she received. Her knight, her hero. Standing over the killers remains.

Her hero... for the moment. He had other plans for her other than her quick demise his brother would have given her. His slaughter house was always a good cover up for the hobby he had grew to love other the years. He was sad he had to say good-bye to his brother, but there is always a price to pay for real happiness- his happiness.

Her powers to overcome came through, the gift for all women seductions craft. She wills him through his own dungeon willing him forward with her lips. His thoughts, she will choose her own death. Never the less she has her own strengths tying him down. She's turned to the the killer, blood pumping, her ecstasy she's found.

Seeing his erection she softens and her blood pumps more freely of arousal rather than for blood. She straddles him and he lets out a moan and she comes undone. She is lost with him inside of her and she doesn't care that he has just tried to kill her. She releases him because after that intimate moment there would be no way she would still be in harm. He hops off the table and wears a devilish grin as he hears a shriek, it's paired with his blood splattered axe.

His axe used in his own back, his last thoughts to see what she saw. His last breath uttering who are you as he turns and falls to the blood stained floor of his own home, his dungeon. A woman raises her hands to assist the other, but she is filled with the emotion of lust and adrenaline the man has left her with. She releases this on the woman savior as she forces her to straddle the man she just murdered. This deranged tangling of blood enslaves the heroin as she tears the thighs and engulfs the juices of the one she has just rescued.

After climaxing together the unknown heroine smiled darkly at her. She looked quizzically back as if asking, "What is so funny?" The heroine nods to the wall of pictures hanging ahead of them. It revealed to her her worst fears. This woman not only was his brother but also she saw an original copy of her birth certificate, one she had never seen because of her sealed adoption records.

he morning after, both females leave the dungeon. The one beginning to believe what fate has stained her with. In a moment of fanatic realization she remembers the last thoughts of her father... The first man to fall, the first she was saved from. She could have been saved from this, but she thinks of the things they have in common and returns to the house for another family reunion.

Horrified at all the revelations she had encountered within those 48 hours of her life she became over flooded with grief. Looking at her birth mother and realizing the sickness in her blood was hereditary, she called out one last time. "Hey mom! Guess what?" Her mother approached her with curiosity. "Death to your first born!" Standing near the same blood splattered axe she swipes her wrists against the rusting iron blade. "You will be next! I may be bleeding but I won't die! The virus inside of me is already in the air... That alone will surely kill you! For no other death can come to those with this virus. Surprise, Mom! I knew all along and this was has been plan the whole time. I wasn't in that ditch by accident Mom. It was a set up for all the bad things I have had to endure throughout my life because YOU gave me up. YOU gave me away instead of keeping me and loving me. Well played, Mom! By the way, thanks for eating me out so gingerly!" And with that the cuts on her wrists seemed to heal almost instantly. She turned and strutted out of her mothers dungeon. Her mother choking on words and left staring at her daughter in disbelief. The nerve of that cunt!" Her mother said in disbelief. "I didn't give her away to save her as I kept trying to tell myself, I gave her away to save myself", her mother thought aloud as the outline of her daughter was no longer visible in the distance on the horizon. "I am free. I did it. They are dead. I didn't have to lift a blade. Mom, you will die most painful of them all."

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A Conquest

It's feeling like a contest

when you were done

you put me to rest

a tone of empathy

i'm laying on ya chest

whisper of sweet things

you caressed my breast

I thought it was real love

but failed efforts only gave you the best

all these thoughts running wild in my head

I feel it's time they are addressed

unequivocally so, I gave you my best

loving on ya body

ya muscles I caress

Thinking consolation was enough

I know now I'm never blessed

going in circles riding the carousel

ya sex put me in a guess

loving on you all the time

but I'm only ya house guest

give me a 9mm

no protection, where's ya vest?

tattooed up, I'm flossin'

it's a peacock, crown on it's crest

life's giving me consejos

but I'm constantly failing the test

why can't you be real wit me?

wasn't I just a conquest?

I believed in ya words

and they left me impressed

Now I'm walking away

til the day you ask me and I'm wearing the dress