Challenge Yourself -Asylum After Dark – The Remedy by Crimson Quintessence

Counting The Days To Insanity

Counting The Days To Insanity

The Challenge:   The power just went out and all Asylum doors are unlocked.

The power just went out and all Asylum doors are unlocked.
Tonight my horrible honeys I’ve made you a murderer.
You writing challenge is this:
A short story or poem.
You get 1 chance to commit only 1 murder.
Make it count…

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Sit there, if you will,

whimpering in your dark little corner.

I can hear your knees knocking together from here on my perch.

Your yellow drug-stained teeth, rattling together like a broken awning swinging in high winds.

I can even hear the rush of air from your sphincter clenching shut.

Guess that worries you some, considering where you house your head most of your waking hours.

My heels click as I stride across the marble floor having jumped from my perched observation point in the house, echoing in your ears like rapid-fire shots out of a machine gun.

My face calm, my breath slow and steady, tapping my favorite weapon of choice in my left palm, licking my lips in anticipation of the assault you’re about to receive.

Sit still!

squirming coward, your movements will only make your punishment last longer.  

No matter to me, I’d enjoy the delay and your cries of agony.

I smirk as I remember how I got you here.

You thought midnight romp.

I knew something far different.

When I ripped the cord of the lamp from the west wall I didn’t think of the lamps weight, not at all.

In fact, it happened so fast I’m not sure I registered thought much at all.

But, I felt, oh, how I felt.

Rage,

a searing heat, 

it rose from deep inside me.

Explosive!

ravenous almost.

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I swung that lamp at your head like a professional baseball player swinging at his last-chance grand-slam in the world series.

Carr-aaack!

The hit heard around the world,

and just like that,

blood-spatter, and out you went.

Dragging your lanky-ass over to Nana’s wing-back chair came easy to me.

There was so much adrenaline coursing through me, I felt like a freight-train on full-throttle, no brakes.

The barbed-wire was fun, wrapping it around you like a python wraps itself around its prey.

Almost made me orgasmic,

then you twitched and took my moment from me.

Son-of-a-bitch!

Still, you try to take control.

But that’s okay,

I’m not upset,

not about that any way.

I’m going to take my time with you my dear, oh, yes, I am.

I remember that first night when we were at Dale’s party.

You said you had a surprise for me and took me upstairs.

Then, like the pig you are, you dropped your pants and I said wow, that’s my surprise, you brought me up here to show me a penis?

Yes, you said, with a smart-ass grin on your face.

Then you changed your tone and said well?

I said well what?

And you and your arrogant tongue spit out — Wax it.

How vile I thought, but we both know that I left my teeth marks in your dick that night,

don’t we darling?

Look at you, all dressed up like mommy’s little blonde cherub.

Too bad she doesn’t know what a nasty little cunt of a man you really are.

But I’m going to remedy that, I’ll show her on your behalf when I fillet you and pose you like an awkward statue impaled on a spigot and run through on your front lawn.

Hannibal would be so proud to know me right now.

You my dearest have been weighed and measured and you’ve been found wanting.

This will be the remedy of all remedies.

A song for all melodies.

Your undoing.

Your fate.

Lifeless, like the squished slug by the garden gate.

Gone and forgotten.

Dust in the wind.

My arms raised,

the blows came,

the remedy delivered.

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Free Again by Quintessence

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 Dust

Dust off the negativity

Dust off the pain

Dust off the ugliness others left on you with the rain.

Distance

Distance yourself from the binding chains keeping you silent

Distance yourself from the control that fell upon you from verbal violence.

Shake

Shake out through your fingertips the restraint of your words

Shake out inner energy that couldn’t burst through that old prisoned world.

You Are Free

You’re free now, to dance

You’re free now to take that scribing chance.

Free

Let your words flow

Let the pain go

Let the light in

Time to be Free Again.

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The Pleasure of Pain by Brandon Ryals

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So subtle, the touch upon my hand

A secretive glance beckons me to follow

Watching in silent contemplation as she disappears swallowed by the darkness

Looking around the darkness seems alive shadows move closer ever-expanding

Reaching for me fighting to take hold

They move around me a stygian sea full of mysteries overflowing with wonders

It is then I feel her touch upon my cheek

So soft so gentle is her caress

The beating of my heart is all I hear until she speaks

Warm is her breath upon the back of my neck

She speaks of love and forbidden passion

Visions of carnal desire fill my mind as her hands wander across my chest

Close your eyes my love place your trust in me she says as her lips brush my throat

A sigh escapes from me as I give in to her seductions

So cold the blade that slides into my flesh

Never has the sensation of pain been this exquisite this intoxicating

I cannot help but smile as her tongue runs the length of the wound

A gasp as she partakes of my flesh takes my sacrament

Gently she lays the blade upon my chest open your eyes see me for who

I truly am

It is then that she reveals her true nature, that the demon is freed upon this world

Her eyes burn in the darkness smouldering with forbidden passions

Hair falls around her face a waterfall of living darkness

so beautiful the fallen one so deliciously wicked

Taking her hand I pull her close softly my lips brush hers

The metallic taste of my flesh still lingers

Intoxicated by this creature before me that gives herself to me

surrendering to my darkest desires.

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Into The Storm by Brandon Ryals

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Walking alone through the shadows
I listen for the coming of the storm
Thunder rolls over the mountains
As lightning strikes in the distance

Lights ahead mark the pathway
So close now to the safety of home
Rain falls with a devils tenacity
As I reach the shelter of my keep

Fresh wood brings the fire to life
Throwing shadows on the walls
Yet the cold of the rain still grips my heart
As my gaze falls on the ancient tome

The power ancient and arcane within
words of salvation found on these pages
The workings of the dark gods reside here
Do I dare knowing the price to be paid

Unknown to me the demon watches
She waits patiently in the shadows
Her eyes burning with a primeval desire
As she watches with curiosity

Longing to be made flesh again
She cries out in frustration and rage
Her voice goes unheard in shadows
As tears of sorrow fall into nothingness

Sitting alone I stare into the flames
Unable to shake this sensation
I could almost swear I heard crying
Looking down I give in to temptation

Sitting before the fire I begin to read
Unseen the demon takes her place
Sitting before me within the fire
She guides my hand to the spells

It takes all her strength to guide my hands
The will to be made flesh is strong
silent desperation fills her eyes
As my eyes fall upon the proper spells

I close my eyes in contemplation
the ceremony simple but for one thing
It’s a small matter almost insignificant
A tribute payed in blood a gift of flesh

Hope fills her heart as she watches me
Her hands guide mine in the preparation
Each symbol meticulously drawn
Every item in its proper place

Sitting inside the circle I close my eyes
My heartbeats slow as does my breathing
Words of love whispered go unheard
As the verses fall from my lips

The room around me disappearing
My world falls into smoke and fire
As a figure appears in the distance
The demon approaches through the flames

My heart stops as she reaches the edge
The final barrier at the threshold
So beautiful cloaked in smoke and fire
Her eyes implore me to finish the rite

So close to the freedom she desires
Silently she begs him to finish
Tears fall from.her eyes as she reaches
Crying out in anguish for his love

The final words fall from my lips
The world around me exploding
Blinded by smoke and flame
I fall into darkness what have I done

For a mere moment hell follows
As she falls through the doorway
Crying out in triumph she is free
As the smoke fades she sees her saviour

Lying broken at her feet all but dead
Gently she lifts him into her arms
Moving into the night she lays him down
The rain washing away the stain of the pit

Gently she holds her love in her arms
Praying to the gods of old to spare him
His body lies broken and.bloody
Tears of sorrow fall from her eyes

Lightning crashes all around her
As an ancient prayer fills the night air
The night comes alive with spirits
As powers ancient and arcane fill the air

I awaken into a world of pain
Broken and bloody I open my eyes
I feel rain upon my brow so cold
I see through the haze my demon

She is so beautiful this child of perdition
Her embrace so gentle laying in her arms
Her voice a whisper in.my ears
As I succumb to the pain falling again

Staring down she smiles knowingly
The answer comes to her from above
Whispered on the darkness around her
She is granted the gift of resurrection

Smiling she lays him gently on the ground
Touching his face softly as the storm rages
A small bite on her lip and the blood flows
Her lips brush his as the gift is passed on

I open my eyes to her smiling face
Reaching for her I feel a change
Pain leaves my body in waves
Replaced by an unknown strength

Together we stand lost in our love
Finally I see her in all her glory
Before me so dark and enticing
This ravishing creature

Her eyes so dark and full of mystery
I stand awe of this goddess before me
As she falls into my embrace
Her head resting on my shoulder

With new-found strength I lift her
Together we move into the manse
Sheltered from the storm
Beginning our journey together in eternity.

Mad Max:Fury Road.

Mad Max:Fury Road.

Original written work of Brandon Ryals

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Unto the Water by Tony Norton

"Sacred Geometree" by visionary artist, Bonny Hut.

“Sacred Geometree” by visionary artist, Bonny Hut.


Shhhhh
Stop…
Stop thinking
Empty your mind
To the Darkness
Let it become blank
Close all the little doors
Shut them out
Pull the plug on
Firing Synapses
Shut down the circuits
Welcome in
The Seeping Void
The Black canvas
The Blank canvas
Of Consciousness

There

Lulled

Calm

Ready?

Three , two ,one……

Open!!!!

Sploooooooosh!!!!
Waves of blue,
Crashing and Smashing
Waving and Washing
Seeping and Soaking,
Startling the Dark,
Fire!!!!
Pictures do start…
To form
Celluloid to Cells,
Nothing to Nucleus,
Gravity, Bonding,
Foetus Forming
Growing
Living
Faster
Urgent
Thrashing
in the Amniotic
Waves of Blue
Waters Well
Swell
We
Stand
Eggs to Children to
Screaming
Bone Stretching Adults
In an instant….
In a Raging Storm,
At the Edge
Of this Angry Ocean
We created
I hold You
So Tightly
Waves Crash
Onto the Dark Rocks
At Our Feet
Rain Hammers us Wet
We find a solace
A cruel comfort in each other
Winds of Limbo
Roar!!!!
Screeetch
Howl in our Ears
Powerful Ozone
Charges
Ironically
It Doubles
soon to be gone
Oxygen
In preparation
Brave
Foolish
We
Stand Tall
Pathetic Humans
Against the rising tide
Against the ruthless enemy
Time…..
Time will not be denied
We
The Consumers of this Earth
are Consumed
By the rise
Of the Towering Tide
Of a Million Trillion Tears
In this Soaking Ocean
Of Sorrows
The Ocean We begat
I look to You
And You to Me
And We know
And so
the Swathes of Liquid
In coitus ….
where we began…
Now rises
Up
takes us back…
To our base
We go back
unto the Water….

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Original written work by Tony Norton

 

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Challenge Yourself Weekend – Caged

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Your prompt is “Caged”
any way you see it.
Any way you feel it.
A verse
A poem
A short story,Let ur rip

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A Caged Woman by Cheri Parnnell

Beat down and trained
You no longer had to force me
into your unforgiving cage
You trapped me intellectually
and fed my hungry trusting heart
I let you peek inside of my soul
and you merged with my mind
Then the starving began and
I was slowly backed up into a corner
As you let your other ravenous pets draw blood
and tear my loyal skin apart

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Caged by Richard Bell

Pacing my well-worn track
Perimeter prowl
Days watched by countless eyes
Mocking my growl
Under my boiling skin
Rank indignation
Fuelled by the unimpressed
CGI nation
Take down these bars and I’ll show you the beast
Run in your panicked state
Sweeten my feast
Shred your fat paper skin
Chew through your flesh
Inside this cage this king
Dreams of your death
My camouflage in my wild world
Is unseen
My pounce it outpaces
Your guttural scream
Walking this cage when my world
Should be miles
Poached as a kitten
and sold with a smile
Inside my cage I am neutered
Benign
Outside these bars
You are caught then you’re mine
Inside this cage
I am less than adored
I am pictures and masks and a
Drink with a straw
Over the bars of this cage
I am free
They run behind locked doors
They climb into trees
I’m not like those fuckers that murder in sprees
I hunt and I kill only just
What I need
Over the bars of this cage
I am king
Without their vile weapons
They’re wasps without stings
Outside I’m a monster
Inside I’m a toy
Outside I’m ferocious
Inside I’m annoyed
Cages are snapshots
They’re spirit constraints
The mighty imprisoned
And fade to a faint
This isn’t a home for a beast
So revered
My natural stripes behind bars
Less than feared
Cages show monsters
And carnival freaks
The aberrant species
With jaws and with beaks
Cages dividing the kill
And be killed
The deadly crave freedom
For theirs is free will.

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Caged I be by Deno Sandz

In a void of hunger
Hungry I be, Deno Sandz
In Life’s fictional paradox
Caged I welcome
For I am alone
Caged freedom
Key unlocked
My mind is CAGED

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Caged, Set Yourself Free by Quintessence

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Writers live many lives, become many characters and occasionally, have conversations with themselves until the wee hours of dawn.

During creative times writers sometimes look for and need encouragement. But there are some who, while they think are providing encouragement, actually try to cage the writer and guide them to write things they aren’t comfortable with.  I’ve seen this happen to many a fellow writer.  It’s a sad fact, it happens and for whatever reason these so-called guides become controllers and cause the writer un-do stress and the writer can become unsure of themselves, question their own work or even give up writing altogether.

These types of “guides” are not doing the writer any favours by burrowing inside the writers grey matter and manipulating them.  Things like this are done out of jealousy, control and spite.  It is purely a cruel act, especially when one becomes part of a group of writers.  Never should one be told that they are to only exclusively writing “for the group”.  Don’t ever let anyone tell you this, nor should you ever let anyone tell you what to write about or how to write it.  Allowing others to control your flow does not allow the natural creative flow of your quill come from within you.

Know that you are a free spirit and what you produce is beautiful if it pleases you.  If you are happy with what you produce then you are set free from the confines of the cage they try to keep you in.  Allowing natural flow provides you freedom and in some cases healing.

Not everyone writes to become rich and famous.  Many of us write as a form of self-therapy and through our own bravery decided to share via Social Media.  Thus connections are formed.  Touch just one soul with any piece of your work and the rewards are endless.

When you allow others to manipulate what you are writing, the style you are writing it in and how you present it, you lose a part of yourself and you lose free flow in your own creative senses.  Let your writing come from within your soul.  It’s a beautiful thing and there are many of us out there who are perfectly willing to read and share your work as you present it to the world.  Free of the cage, free of restraints, free of scrutiny and free of the sordid bullshit some would try to pull on you.

I’ve seen some pretty manipulative folk in my forty-six years and one thing I know with all certainty is that a leopard will never change its spots. Once they show their true colours you see them for who and what they truly are; liars, fakes, bullies, jealous beings, who want to ruin you if you don’t conform to their ways.  These types of people are always miserable, always talking shit behind others backs, moving from person to person spreading rumours and causing unnecessary fights amongst the ranks.  just remember if they are talking to you about others then they are talking to others about you in the same manner. This is not supportive at all, just a group of wickedness, unhappiness, ruthlessness and destruction that they cage themselves in, thus having to pull others into the hell of their existence and unhappiness so they can feel their own self-worth.

Surround yourself with like-minded people as yourself.  

Look for happiness not misery.

Seek supportiveness and kindness, not bossiness, hostility or negativity.

Most importantly – Write for yourself and not to please someone else.

If you feel it, write it

Set Yourself Free.

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Free Again by Quintessence

 Dust

Dust off the negativity

Dust off the pain

Dust off the ugliness others left on you with the rain.

Distance

Distance yourself from the binding chains keeping you silent

Distance yourself from the control that fell upon you from verbal violence.

Shake

Shake out through your fingertips the restraint of your words

Shake out inner energy that couldn’t burst through that old prisoned world.

You Are Free

You’re free now, to dance

You’re free now to take that scribing chance.

Free

Let your words flow

Let the pain go

Let the light in

Time to be Free Again.

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