Touchey Feely

• • Why do human beings, need to touch?
    Is it in case they forget the other person, or is it just because there planning to eat the other and are sizing them up, for the Sunday roast?
    Or is it more “Monkey see, Monkey do” kinda thing? Our ancestors were touchy feely (obviously or we wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t typing this) so we feel compelled to follow, because let’s be honest, there’s nothing worthwhile on the TV anymore and anything better than being bored to death. But why do people feel the need, to hug, kiss, have sex, and pat each other on the back? EST.
    Or was the Greek myth right? Were we all once two people squished together , because a big God like dude , got a bit scared and instead of hiding under the table and going for the theory “I can’t see you, you can’t see me”, decided to split us in two? Is that why people feel the need to, touch? Because we all secretly want to be, squished back together? I’m not trying to be funny, but seriously, if someone said to me “Do I want two heads, instead of one” I’d shoot them, on the spot!
    But hey, that’s just me, maybe other people would love to be sewed together, and share the same clothes and the same space all the time, but what if one of you want some curry and its your favourite thing in the whole world and your ‘other half’ can’t have curry because there allergic to some of the contents, you can’t run away and hide under the covers like scared two year old, because “Hello , your literally stuck with them!”

Crowleys Bet : Part of chapter two

Rushing into my flat, I grabbed the phone and swung my coat over the big purple sofa that was in front of the fire, dialling the number I thought to myself for fucks sake be home!!!

(Death, isn’t what everyone expects him to be. Or look like, for example most of you reading this in front of the fire and sipping wine are imagining a skeleton complete with black cloak and a scythe. This however is not the case, Death or sometimes John Doe (where do you think the humans, got it!) dresses in black snazzy suits, usually from Calvin Klein, Prada, Chanel etc.

Nope, no Primark for this, rather grim chappy, just humans finest suits that they sold their souls for, because if you really think about it, who the Hell would ever sell their soul for a shirt that cost £1.50?? That’s what I love about you humans: Eyes on the prize baby! Eyes on the prize!!)

The phone kept on ringing. Would you answer the FUCKIN’ PHONE! I’m not asking for a kidney!!!

Finally he answered the phone after, what seemed like a life time, he answered the phone (Yes I’m impatient, deal with it!)  “What!!? I’m kinda in the middle of something here” He grouchily said

“Well, drop what your doing, and get your bony glorified ass over here! Now!!” I snapped before I hung up the phone and through it over on another purple couch across from me.  I started pacing getting annoyed by the sound of cars beeping their horns at the traffic jam that was building up outside, I paced for what seemed like hours! Until finally the door bell rang.

Death was standing there, in the doorway looking as irritated as I did “This had better be life or death!” he said pushing his auburn hair out of his eyes, as he walked passed me and slopped into one of the fat purple couches, closest to the roaring fire.

“I need, you too do something for me” I said sitting down on a chair opposite him

“Whatcha need kiddo?”

“I need you, to help me get rid of Jane Rockwell. But you need to do it discreetly”

 He looked at me for a moment, his large sunken green eyes, didn’t give anything away.

For awhile he looked at until he finally spoke “What’s really bugging you, cause I know for a fact it isn’t this woman. I’ve known you for a long time, darlin’ and it takes more than a human too get you like this” 

Tabitha Rose - Short story

Tabitha Rose with her little button noise was exactly twelve and a quarter years old. She had long kinda scruffy curly fair hair and Bambi brown eyes. Tabitha did her best too be a good little witchling, because everyone told her that one day she would be a great witch and would be highly respected and sought after by everyone in the magical world!

But everybody knows that a twelve year old (sorry twelve and a quarter) has no concept of what there actions can cause, or even if they do have a legacy to carry on, after there parents have hit the grave, why would they care?? Why should someone so young, have that kind of weight pending on there shoulders???

Thousands of people for centuries haven’t seemed to grasp this concept yet, but Hey!!! I can’t go around hitting people with shovels to try and make them understand, nah! That takes a little too much effort.

Right, now I’m getting side tracked, see what you made do!!!? Honestly!! Now back to where I was.

Tabitha went too school at Castillo Cave, it was a grand castle, that must have been at least 50ft tall, and it was clattered with gargoyles (you see gargoyles keep evil things out, plus there seriously misunderstood creatures, not many people know this, so I thought I would through that one in there) and at the very least 60ft wide, thousands of people sent their children here; vampires, witches, wolves est. (You know zombies and what not) Anyway I’m sure your wondering what this story’s about, well its like all the rest I suppose; young girl saves the world and lives happily ever after, goes to bed with a nice mug of hot coco and a kiss from mummy and daddy, the end…… Yeah right!!! When has anything I’ve ever written been happy??

No I didn’t think so, No children this is a story that will make you want to shrivel up and die under a rock, this story will make you laugh, maybe make you cry, but it is most definitely a most un-happy tale (sorry!......Oh wait a minute I’m not!!) you must understand before you read on, this is no fairytale and its probley a good idea not too let your children read it, or anyone over the age of sixty. (Don’t want to be responsible for another stroke, thanks) I have the unfortunate gift of writing story’s that will chill you to your very core and most of them happen’ to be true….. This, this one is true, oh I really do wish it wasn’t, but life isn’t full of happy endings…………

      CHAPTER ONE; DO OR DIE

“Tammie! Tammie! Get out of bed you lazy sod!” exclaimed Tabitha throwing rocks (well pebbles really) at Tammie Monroe’s window (Tammie & Tabitha have been best friends since they were tots) 

After about five minutes of shouting and throwing pebbles, a scowling Tammie poked her head out the window “Are you kidding me!? Its 8:30!” she grumbled, trying too give Tabitha the evilest look she could, but Tabitha just grinned “Get down here, I’ve got something too show you”

About ten minutes later Tammie, reappeared at the front door, looking particularly grouchy “This had better be life or death!” she scowled Tammie, as she sort of shrugged into her heavy looking jacket

“Oh, lighten’ up Tam’s!” Tabitha said patting her friend on the back, as though congratulating her on a job well done.  “So where is it that were, going” she grumbled

“To the bridge, too meet Sam, she said she had to tell us something” Tabitha explained as they walked down the old path that twisted like a snake, and ran past an old mill, that had been burnt down.

As Tabitha and Tammie walked along the path, Tammie looked up ahead at the old mill that was just lying there, charred and rusted away, everything else in the town was well looked after, but no one did anything about the mill, when they were kids their parents told them stories about a witch that was burnt alive in there, because she had done something that was apparently unforgivable. But no one ever told them what the ‘supposed’ crime was. No body ever went inside it, because everyone was told the exact same story.

“Careful, if you look at it long enough, it just might eat, you” Tabitha sniggered, as Tammie tried to hit her “Shut it, Tabby!” Tammie shuddered “I hate that thing!” she said nodding in the direction of the now crumbled, blackened mill  

Shater'd (22-2-09)

There body's are limp and lifeless in there mother's arms
There rooms, once so full of sound now the sci lance is only broken by the agonized sobs. 
She has lost her children, her life is broken' 
Her dreams are shattered on the floor, as is her heart. 


The creature of the night howl with her, her children have been taken from her. 
She is alone. 
They smell blood, but they dare not approach her. 
A mothers wrath is to great for them to comprehend, but they know enough to not. 


The sun rise's red as the mother leaves the room and the house, forever. 
"Good bye" she wisp-ears. 
The wind flicks her long blonde hair in her face as tears they do descend. 
Her eyes now slits, for the haze of tears are blinding her.


She lies in the ground, over time her face becomes sunken. 
A blanket of leaves cover her, as her heart bleeds for her children. 
For she is locked to the ground but, she will never return to this world. 
She is with her children, now. 
Happy. 
At peace. 

Death its self

Down, down we go & mother earth she does cry 
They can not pry us from the ground, we are limp in this earth as the moon wanes. The soil it does crumble.
Under our nails it goes but we are dead we do not cry for simple things no more

We die and die again, no matter how much the crow he does cry. The earth we are nestled in, is pushing us out, the night it speaks too us telling us there will be fresh flesh in our grave yard tonight the wind blows through the trees and whispers to us speaking in riddles it does.......... something comes it does.........something creeps in the shadows just as the clock strickes twelve......

A thing slinks out of the woods wareing nothing but black. This is something that every man, women and child fears. it has no flesh no eyes or hair atall he is just a skelotion coverd in black velvet , hooded and cloked , carying a siythe waiting for souls to come into his bony grasp

He wonders alone, he is the grim reaper
Death itself

11-2-09

I'm a witch bitch

Do you really think I was sent from above?! 

You poor fools giving me afection & Love! Do see what I am!

Tut, tut , you should pay attention , my dear's

you should know by now you can't FUCK with a WITCH!!!

I am who I am!

Just look at the bodies piling all around me.

You may think I'm a good little kitty, but I'm far from it!

I'm the child that was born in HELL

the one you all call "inscane"

I am the fallen' angel from heaven

The black sheep in the perfect family that it is!

A stain on a silk cloth, I am a half-bread bitch.

Do you not see the pools of blood surrounding me? , covering my flesh?

I am drenched in my Demon's blood , although you can never see that it haunts me .

I've died & I've seen the other side

I feel every slash of metal against my stone cold skin

I rip away flesh from bone, too see the reality of what I am: a killer, a fiend in the night , that will never see the light!

Puppets of death

Death lie’s beneath the grave, howling too be let out

It screams it does, the wind tosses the leaves around like rag dolls,

In a spiral of decay it twists and turns them.

Like a puppet we are all bound too the powers of the world we live in, death lingers in the air as the grave digger walks walks through the dawning tree’s, as the world turns the corpses claw out of there humble domain, scratching there ways out , clutching on too the hope of that one day they will once will see the dawn as it once was.

The pale face see’s everything, the screams of the tormented, eco through the black obis, as the wolfs howl in agony.

Vampires slink back into the shadows, as the wind twists & turns the world through time. The dead limp & lifeless in there coffin’s

As the skeleton man creeps through the shadows, searching, grasping for the sweet souls of the decaying, he lingers he does, he waits & hovers among the doors of the dead , waiting for fresh blood to drip down innocent flesh.

The witch’s are is eyes too this world, wolves are his pets, and the vampires are his minions retrieving the souls of the damned.