Category: Original Works

Ribs

It was a beautiful thing, seeing that exposed rib cage. I reached over to the tool tray and picked up a corked vial; the liquid inside was clear. I took off the cork and brought the vial just under my nose, taking in a big whiff of the noxious fumes. I couldn’t contain my girlish giggling as I looked at the rib cage.

“Oh gosh, I can’t wait to see how pretty and white this bleach will make you. Just thinking gets me excited!”

The lively man on the table struggled, wanting to escape. He tried to bite his way through the mouth gag in his mouth, but it only wedged deeper into his mouth. His arms and legs tried to flair around and force their way free, but every action only brought his limbs back down onto the examination table. He rolled his head over to look at me. I could see the hatred burning in his eyes, his eyebrows burrowed down, his mind probably thinking of vicious and violent things being done to me as revenge. Curiosity got the better of me.

I leaned over and took out the hand towel mouth gag, allowing him to speak. After taking in a large gasp of air he went on a long train of slurs and hateful words, calling me all kinds of bitches and murderers. He even attempted to spit in my face, but it only rolled out of the side of his mouth and became drool along his cheek.

I used the hand towel to clean up the small trail, “Please, dear, try not to soil yourself. You must try and keep tidy.”

He roared at the top of his lungs, “Go fuck yourself, you crazy bitch.”

Butterflies started fluttering around in my center, making my entire body tingle with excitement. I could feel my cheeks light up with heat as he threw more angry words at me. Out of pure embarrassment I took the spit-covered hand towel and forced it back in this mouth, this time pressing a bit of it down his throat to clog his airways.

I grinned at him, running my free hand along one of his exposed ribs, “Don’t tease me with a good time. You don’t know how rough I can get.”


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Manga Review – Machimaho: I Messed Up and Made the Wrong Person Into a Magical Girl!

Manga Review – Machimaho: I Messed Up and Made the Wrong Person Into a Magical Girl!

Magical powers, bow-filled outfits and hair, and a small, flying creature to overlook the protagonist—all common things found in your usual magical girl series. Destructive punches and kicks, chain-smoking pack after pack, and rage-filled attitudes with the dirty language—things usually seen in a gritty action series. Ever seen what it’s like when there’s a magical girl who loves punching things through walls, doesn’t like going to class, and can burn out a cigarette with a single pull?

That’s what Machimaho does.

Following the life of Kayo Majiba, an obvious delinquent who constantly needs a smoke, Machimaho blends the two different genres together. After a random encounter with a mythical creature, who’s job is to monitor the appearance of the Atasunmo, evil creatures who love to feast on the negative energy of others, Kayo must now take up role of protecting the universe from these evil beings. However, being the delinquent that she is, Kayo doesn’t care about any of this.

Both the art and story were done by Souryu, and publishing by Seven Seas Entertainment. Through the use of dynamic angles, detailed expressions and constant action to keep the reader’s attention, Souryu gave a great first volume. Across the first few chapters, we are introduced to a small cast of characters who each have a unique personality that either provides comedic relief, helps establish the overall story, or even helps add to the dramatic and over-the-top fight scenes. We’re given a small glimpse into Kayo’s schooling and her home life, which is anything but the ordinary life a high school student should want or have.

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(Source: Seven Seas Entertainment)

The art style is also a very good strong point. In casual scenes there are moments when a character loses their temper, and the detail, and sometimes over-exaggerated expression that are use are either scary or hilarious, based on the emotion being shown—Kayo’s face can get pretty terrifying. But when the fight scenes happen, that’s when the art is at its best. There’s extra emphasis when Kayo sends her fist flying into an enemy, forcing them to go through the walls of a building. Seeing the crater left behind in an enemy’s head and the destructive power of what they’re capable of is very well detailed; of course, that if they manage to live through Kayo’s fists and heel kicks.

Besides having a powerful art style, the dialogues and interactions between characters are actually well thought out. Although it may seem like everything just has some kind of rage or anger behind it, there are parts where we learn more about each character’s thought process instead of just seeing what they do. Well, aside from the use of panty shots after Kayo kicks or gets caught in an explosion, which I personally don’t mind, as some of the poses she’s in are pretty funny. Aside from the main story, there are single page little side stories after each chapter, focusing more on Kayo’s off time, a nice little touch in between fight scenes.

On the surface of the story, Machimaho will come across as a renegade magical girl story, which is totally fine. But do keep in mind, it’s not Sailor Moon or Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica; right of the back, that’s noticeable. Souryu took a popular theme and put a new spin on it, and it’s pretty solid. And after reading it all the way through, to the introduction of Kayo’s potential rival, I can’t wait to see how much more ass she’ll be  kicking.

Want to read it for yourself? Machimaho is currently out in print and digital copies on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other major book retailers.


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100 Word Story – Father

Somebody claiming to be my father called me that day. I didn’t believe them at first, assuming it was some kind of sick joke to torment me, so I asked him to share a memory of me.

He sighed heavily saying he understood the concern behind my questioning. He didn’t hesitate when he gave an answer, his voice usually calm and relaxed, “I remember the day you found that frog down by the river. You named it ‘Sally.’”

My vision started to get blurry, and I felt a warm stream of tears rolling on my cheek, “Daddy… It’s really you!”


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Break-in in the Outbreak

She kept her eyes on me as she reloaded the shotgun one shell at a time.

“Now, hun,” she began, “why in all hell should I begin to believe anything that’s been coming out of your mouth, especially after finding you trying to fit through my bedroom window?” She came to a halt with the reloading, twirling the next shell between her fingers.

“I take it you don’t pay attention to what’s going on outside, do you?”

“Oh trust and believe me, I’m fully aware of what’s going on in them streets—” she stops mid-sentence and, in one quick and fluid motion, reloads the next shell in her hand and cocks the shotgun, “—and I know how to deal with those things roamin’ in the streets.”

I felt a cold chill travel down my spine when I saw her cock that thing with just one hand. And on top of that she did it all without even having to look down at the gun on her lap. The entire time, her piercing gaze was right on me, trying to look into my mind to see if I wanted to harm her.

“So, Goldilocks, you gonna explain yourself? Why did you break into my home?”

Considering my current situation, I figured talking would be a good way to try and pass the time. “I suppose I should. Honestly, the main reason I thought about coming to this house was because I thought it was deserted.”

“What made you think that?”

“Well, your windows weren’t bordered up for starters, which explains how I managed to even get into this situation. On top of that, all the lights were off, so I figured electricity had ran out here. I honestly thought the house was abandoned.”

The woman kept her eyes on me for a bit, almost trying to size me up from my spot. After a solid minute of eye contact she placed the shotgun on the cushion next to her and got up from her seat. She walked over and crouched down in front of me, grabbing at the thick rope that bound my feet, “If I got rid of this rope, you won’t try to run away, will you?”

I lifted up my wrists to show the other set of rope she used on me, “I promise. Besides, I can’t really do much with my hands tied like this.”

She looked at me one more time; I tried not to blink just in case she read my eye moments as a sign. After a moment of silence she unbound my feet and collected the rope in the back pocket of her jeans. I thanked her, finally able to feel the blood rush back into my feet. She nodded as she went back to her seat.

She reached behind her and pulled out a small pistol, taking out the magazine and counting the bullets already in it. Her voice was a bit more rasp, but had a sensitive tone as she spoke, “A youngin’ like you shouldn’t be alone in these times. You’ve got no family lookin’ after ya?”

I shook my head” Use to.”

“What happened to them?

“The outbreak got to them before I could.”


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100 Word Story – Quick Snack

Jeffrey cautiously backed away as I casually walked closer. He kept his hands along the walls to help keep balance as he tried to walk over the boxes behind him.

I tilted my head, showing off one of my blood-stained fanged teeth, “What’s wrong, Little Jeffy? Why are you backing away? You can’t be afraid of me, are you?”

“You… K-Keep away! I know w-what you are!”

Tripping just like his words, Jeffrey took a wrong step and came tumbling down on a case of wine. I took my chance and pounced on him.

I grinned, “Your blood will do.”


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Cobblestone Captive

“How do you plea?”

Hervea spat on the ground in front of the judge’s feet, “You’ll go to hell before I plea guilty on a charge I never committed. If I die, you and your people will suffer.”

The judge gazed down at the captive Hervea, her neck exposed on a cold block of cobblestone and hands tied behind her back as she was forced to her knees. Every time Hervea tried to upright herself the executioner would kick her in the side, forcing her to cry out in agony. The judge took a few steps around and crouched down to look at the bruising around Hervea’s rib cage.

She caressed the black and blue spotted area with the tips of her fingers, making sure to put barely any pressure on it, “You’ve taken quite a beating from my personal executioner today, haven’t you? Almost makes me feel the pity for you.”

The judge backed away and snapped her fingers, the telltale sign of issuing an order. The executioner reached down and grabbed Hervea by the hair, clutching at the small ponytail on the side of her head. She screamed more, feeling some of her hair rip straight out of her head as her body weight tried to force her down. Once she reached eye level with the executioner, a flurry of punches came over her, all of them striking right in the bruised area; the last few punches managed to break the skin, causing blood to start rushing from her midsection.

“Almost.”

Hervea’s pain came out in her screams, “You fucking piece of orc shit!”

“That’s enough, Talius,” the judge spoke coldly. “You can put her down now.”

The executioner nodded, slamming Hervea back onto the cobblestone block head first.

The judge watched Hervea as she lied motionless and her face buried in the block. The judge crouched down and gently tapped Hervea on her head to get her attention, “I’ll give you one last chance. How do you plea?”

Muffled from a stone in her mouth, Hervea chuckled happily through her pain. Confusion over took the judge’s mind as she saw her prisoner’s body twitching with laughter.

“What the hell is so funny?”

Bare-handed, the judge grabbed a clump of Hervea’s hair and forced her to look up. Their eyes meet one another. Hervea continued laughing, closing her eyes for a moment. When they opened again, the whites of her left eye were covered in a dark red web-like pattern and her iris was growing a bright yellow. Her laughter came to a halt, spitting out the rock, and took in a deep breath as she spoke her next words.

“Finis appropinquavit.”


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100 Word Story – Behind Locked Doors

There was a knock at the door, a frantic knock. I didn’t bother even moving from the small corner I managed to squeeze myself into. There was a brief pause before the knocking continued, this time lasting for a minute before another break. Instead of knocking again, whoever was on the other side started trying to turn the knob.

A grizzly voice grunted on the other side, “Shit, it’s locked.”

It’s him, it’s really him, was all I thought. All of those days, those memories of silent suffering, were about to finally end.

I pulled out my revolver and aimed.


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100 Word Story – Separation

I kept my usual spot in the corner of the room, my eyes focused to see that front door open. I felt the breeze from the window just above blow along the back of my fur but I didn’t dare flinch in case I missed my opportunity to lunge.

Minutes turned into hours, and hours somehow became days. I barely touched my food bowl, stretching out what was left into portions, just in case the worst case scenario occurred. The front door never opened and the jingling of a key-chain never came by again.

My owner still hasn’t returned home.


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Luka’s 2018 Year-End Round-Up

Luka’s 2018 Year-End Round-Up

I did my best! Or, at least, I tried to do my best.

Geez, I didn’t realize just how quickly 2018 has went. So much has happened this year, both good and bad, but that’s just how life is. Okay, that all I’m gonna do for the boring philosophy for this post. Time to move onto the better stuff!

Just the other day I was looking at all of the stuff I wrote across this entire year, and I’m actually surprised by how many things I managed to share with the world. So many various dark and murder scenes, stupid lines that made me fall on my ass and laugh, and even a few things that made me tense up and cringe about what was happening. There were so many stories where I had a page or two of decent writing done that I never finished, but left on the back burner just in case I ever got around to finishing it (I didn’t.) And then there were numerous pages where only one line was written, and I had no memory whatsoever about why I wrote that. All those hours of me staring at a blank page or a blank screen just waiting for an idea to come eventually turned into the dozens of stories I’ve written this year. And I’m actually pretty proud of myself. I honestly thought I would give up on everything by this year was over, but I fought that fear and kept pushing on. And I’ll keep on pushing straight through 2019!

The more I wrote this year, the more I began to understand what I truly enjoy writing the most, what’s the hardest thing for me to try and write, and what I need to improve on to make my writing better. As it may be a bit obvious to see, I’ve been writing a lot of horror stuff of various kinds, mostly ending with some kind of character death or gruesome scene. I’ve also been writing a lot of stories where there’s a villain who completely decimates the hero or some innocent soul caught in the crossfire. And honestly, I really, really like stories like those. So heads up for next year: get ready to see some horrific and bloody villains and anti-heroes!

Alright, enough about the good parts of me. Time to focus on you, the readers who’ve been reading my stuff! You have no idea how much I’m grateful and how much I appreciate each and every single person who visits my site and read my works. When I first started out writing in high school I never showed anybody my stories—I wrote for fun. Now, just a couple of years later, I got people who want to see my stuff. Now I’m writing for fun for myself and for others. I never imagined that I would start a website just for that. And it’s all because of all you wonderful people who remember my website or keep up with what I post on social media, and I love all of you because of it. When I first started the website, I assumed that the only people who would see my site would be people in the United State, the same country where I live. But as time went on people from the United Kingdom, France, Germany, Japan, India, Scotland, Russia, and dozens of other countries that I could list (but won’t because that list would be too damn long) started reading my works, and I was surprised as hell. There are people from literally all over the world to keep up with my stuff, and it just brings a giant smile to my face. I can’t thank you guys enough for it.

I’m sorry for the lack of posting in December. My jobs was in the holiday rush and I was burnt out every day, so I was just trying to rest whenever I can. But don’t worry. It’s almost over and I’ll be back to normal in just one more week. So prepare for more stories again!

I’m terrible at closing articles, I’m just gonna leave you guy with this.

Thank you every person who reads my stories, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year, and I’ll see you all in 2019!

100 Word Story – Confession

No regrets, absolutely no regrets. You got this, Carmen.

I kept trying to pump myself up over and over, to try and collect what small amount of courage I already had, but the pounding of my heart kept breaking my focus. It was uneasy and unsteady, arrhythmia seeming to kick in. I couldn’t let my aching heart hold me back from doing this. If I kept this secret any longer, it could possibly destroy everything I’ve been working on to try and better myself.

Deep breath in and out, I knocked on Mom’s door, “Hey, Ma? You have a second?”


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100 Word Story – Bullet

A bullet past near me, grazing me across the side of my eye—if it was a few centimeters more to the left, I would have surely been blind in my eye. However, I knew Ming wasn’t that shallow of a person.

I changed the frequency of my headset and went to the one she was on, “Why did you miss on purpose?”

Through the headset I could hear the sound of an empty shell being ejected from her rifle. Her voice was calm when she replied, “I was making sure I was calibrated properly.”

“Don’t miss the next one.”


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100 Word Story – Buried

I left the shovel stuck into the dirt, letting my foot rest on one of the edges. I unrolled the sleeves of my blouse, ignoring the red strains and dirt caking my palms. I took a moment to look over the last few hours of my work, realizing the striking pain in my spine.

I could hear my entire back crack free of stress when I leaned back, “Jesus, that felt great.”

I brought my chest back up, fixing my posture, and looked at the dirt in front of me. I still had work to finish: hiding my husband’s grave.


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