DevilsRose
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Just a young man with a passion for writing short stories and poems.
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Vampire wedding
The ceremony was set up perfectly. The new born moon shines brightly in the night sky. The flowers bloomed to reveal their true beauty. The wolves howl to greet the stars. The owls swoop down into the dark abyss to catch their prey. The Bats echoed to find their home through the shadows of the void. This is no fairytale of the perfect groom and bride. Rather a pure tale of romance between an imperfect pair. A man and a vampire, a mortal and immortal, creator and destroyer, monster and monster. Their bond was eternal from the start.
By DevilsRose2 years ago in Fiction
Cause of Death
The three bodies we separated by only a few centimeters but placed so beautifully aligned with each other in a straight line. Before they were sent to the M.E, flies swarmed each body almost covering them whole. Luckily they laid no eggs in the skin, mouth, nose, or ears. Blood drained from each body and covered the ground they lay on. “How did they die?” Detective Williams asked. “It's strange” the M.E siad. “The first victim I thought died of lacerations to the neck and choked to death” the M.E explained in a confused and softened tone. “However that’s not how he died, the lacerations were post mortem or after his death.” “So, how did he die?” The detective asked with concern. “The tox screen came up with a positive of Arsenic poisoning as well as sulfuric acid. This explains why the mouth is scarred.” The M.E reported. They moved onto the second corpse. “She was easier to find the C.O.D” the M.E said. “Five GSWs or Gunshot Wounds to the chest and lower abdomen and one final shot to the head execution style.” The detective was stunned, one body being a chemical mess and another a straight forward death. “What about the Tox screen?” the detective asked with urgency. “Clean as a whistle, no obvious drug use or smoking habits, no history of any diseases. Only thing rotting is the outside body wounds.” The M.E said with little to no concern. “And the third victim?” The detective asked with a tone of urgency and slight anger. “She was the most interesting and grisly one.” The M.E said with a look of terror in his eyes. He pulled the blanket back to reveal her lifeless body. A wind of horror fills the room and the two other bodies tilt their heads to look at the fresh face. The detective barely has the stomach for the third perfect zombie as he grabs the trash bin and throws up two days worth of food. The smell of vomit fills the room and is appalling, the M.E took it to the bathroom and flushed it with great fury. He returned to see the detective looking more dead than the corpse on the table bed. “Are you ok? You’re more dead than the three bodies.” The M.E said with sarcasm in his voice. “Hmm? (chuckles) ya I’m good.” (Clears throat) “How did she die?” He asked with a calm tone. “I had to stitch her together to make a conclusive examination. About forty stab-wounds to the abdomen and lower body, three gunshots down the middle, throat slashed, chest ripped open, and the literal cherry on top, a single gunshot wound to the head point blank, but post mortem.” The M.E explains like the way someone rants about a murder. “Wait… the gunshot was post mortem? What about the stab-wounds and slit throat?” the detective asked with a cold fear in his eyes, sweating blood from his fingertips and nose. “Yes, all of those were post mortem as well. For all I know, whoever did this was either filled with extreme rage or enjoyed it all.” he said with a cold and bone chilling tone. “DUDE, CAN YOU NOT FUCKING SAY THAT?” the detective shouted with fear and anger. “Sorry… just thought that would help your investigation.” The Detective Sighs in frustration. "Unfortunately, it does. Do you know what the real C.O.D was?” he asked. “If you vomited just by seeing the body, you might want to grab a puke bag.” The M.E said with a look of concern for the detective. “The Tox screen came back and well, it’s not pretty.” “What do you mean?” the detective asked. “Her reproductive organs and her liver were in her stomach. With many tracebits of D.N.A as well in her throat.” The detective ran straight to the bathroom, speed that could rival light, and vomited aggressively into the toilet for what seemed like hours were only minutes. “So… (mild gag) you’re saying that he (almost vomits) Fed the victim her own reproductive organs, or fed her to death?” The M.E grabs the garbage bin quickly and the detective nearly pukes his guts out then wipes his mouth and clears his throat. “Thanks for the help Doc, whoever this sick son of a bitch is, I’ll make sure they receive justice for the crimes they committed” the detective says with confidence and disgust. “No problem, now go do your job and catch this guy.” The M.E said as he put the blankets over the bodies and cleaned up the room while the detective left the room.
By DevilsRose2 years ago in Fiction
Fear: the unknown
Natalie was walking home after a long day of work in her sister Jamie's cafe. It was nearly pitch-black as the street lights were her only light source aside from her almost dead phone. Her husband Jake offered her a ride home, however Natalie declined, explaining that she needed the exercise and that the full moon was too beautiful to not witness. She was about to take her usual route through the main roads into downtown where she lived. However due to construction, Natalie had to change routes through more narrow and longer streets into downtown. She Called Jake Explaining that because of construction she would be taking a longer route home and would be there later than expected.
By DevilsRose2 years ago in Fiction
