Cut poems have references… Here is the song list I gathered from for this one…Of Course I added words as needed to make the poem work.
(I’ll bite my tongue til it bleeds by Halocene, Hurt by Johnny Cash, Secret by the Pierces, Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel, Dirty little secret by All-American Rejects, Silence by Grace Carter, Live to Tell by Madonna, Bad Habit by Steve Lacy, Bite my tongue by You me at six)
Teaser from a new story – This is one I am writing for a charity anthology. I will be posting more on this soon .
Revenge is best served Family style
Cold Played Anthology
Serena Mossgraves
Reddit has nothing on me. I got the best story of Nuclear revenge, and it was just deserts. Though I am still not sure if I believe it myself. It feels like I am living in a dream.
You see I was engaged…To a right bastard. I should have walked away the first time he laid hands on me. Somehow, he convinced me that he was sorry for his actions. I covered the bruises, hoping that he was actually sorry. After all, he was everything I was supposed to want. He was a doctor from a good family. He even had one of those funky pretentious names, Dr Gerald Theodore Ellington the third. His family were community pillars, and rich as they come. The bruises and his drunken nights were just a window to what I would be living with for however long I lived with him. His sister would come over when he was at work, hang out with me and tell me how I deserved better.
At first I was confused. I knew that Gerry and his sister did not get along. She was older than him, and he was older than me. I was barely eighteen, too young to understand the mess I had gotten myself into. Stephanie, Gerry’s sister, was a thirty something sweetie who seemed to take me under her wing. Gerry was five years younger than her and wouldn’t talk about her. She was something of a black sheep in her own family, and if I am honest I didn’t understand why. She was intelligent, soft spoken, and elegant.
Gerry was attractive enough, I guess. The same dark hair and light blue eyes that was on all of his kin was on him. He did not keep it as clean as his brothers and sister. Stephanie had apparently inherited the family home and the other siblings hated it. Their parents had died in a plane crash before I met Gerry. I originally was taken in by his charm. He could be very charming if the situation called for it.
Gerry had a nice place in Old town Alexandria but the family home was in Sterling. It was a palatial estate with a good twenty acres of land. I moved in with Gerry when he proposed
Excerpt from Ch 5 of the Current project
The Sea Wytch
{The Sea Wytch}
She enjoyed watching the group in the scrying pool. This group was far more interesting than any of the other ones. Though this one had the potential to give her an heir, she knew that she could do this with the next group as well. Could they actually figure out how to get the wish undone? None have in the last two centuries, not since the small German writer. She thought back on him almost fondly for a second.
The witch had not set any major restrictions on the pregnant one. She was not really worried about the group being together. It was amusing to see how scared they were. Immortality was a lonely existence and groups like this gave her something to think about. Maybe if they were successful she would seek a true option for a child to raise. She did not normally seek the interaction with people, as it lessened the ache when they died. There was ways to grant the immortality but she always felt like it was a curse. Retaining just enough humanity to make it unbearable to put another person through the curse she was under meant that she interacted when someone bothered her.
She cursed mildly under her breath about the german who wrote the fairy tale almost two centuries prior. It meant that there was an answer available to be found for those curious.
Not that she minded truthfully but it kind of made her feel better to curse at things she couldn’t change. She still felt a fondness for his memory and reached out to carress the hand bound original copies he had given her of each of the volumes he wrote. The problem was that the story was now in the hands of her playthings. She sighed at her own silliness.
She debated if she should try to prevent them from finding her name. Technically according to the rules that bound her magic she could not stop the attempt to undo the wishes….but she could make it harder for them to find the answers. She just debated whether she was wanting to interfere at all. Dwelling on that might make it no longer fun to watch. She looked at the fish tank and wondered if her toy there had been forgotten. A game of wits was only fun if the opponent had some ammo to work with .
watch here for more details about the book as I get closer to its release…
Pattimouse 