emby-masterofdoom

  Minnie was convinced that the best way to end her life would be in a spectacular and violent car crash.  She had always been fascinated by the destruction of things – As a child, she had watched the sea wreak havoc over her sand castles, delighted in the scarred and ruined trees after lightning storms, even taken a certain pleasure in the rapid shattering of a small, rounded glass.  Now, Minnie was old. She remembered the dream she once held of travel whenever she saw her husband's eyes shamelessly rake over another woman. She could no longer remember what it felt like to move without the pain of childhood accidents. Her life hadn'

  It was still light out when Chaos got back to the house, unintentionally slamming the door behind him, the smell of a cigarette still clinging tightly to his clothes and hands. It was warm enough now that he could leave the house and feel comfortable without wearing a jacket, but he'd still dyed his hair (with Eyes watching him critically) just to get rid of the nagging paranoia that still existed, even as the season had begun to change.  He flicked the light switch in on the wall experimentally, but not with much expectation. There was still no light, and he swore under his breath before opening the door up a crack again, just so he coul

  "They can't get a warrant for that. No. Yes…. No. Aside from their witness, who, I might add, is practically a walking pharmacy, there is no proof for a judge to even think about writing a warrant. If I was a judge, I wouldn't sign that warrant." From this side, the conversation sounded brusque and rather rude, as Wolfgang responded to every question as shortly as possible, the phone held precariously between his shoulder and the side of his head.   Midas was almost sure that Wolfgang had completely forgotten about his existence.   "Compare the size of your handprint? Yes, that sounds terribly scientific

  He could hear her inside the house, pots clanging obstinately, probably making dinner for herself. The cold air bit at his exposed fingers cruelly, the nails longer than perhaps normal, and his hands trembled and then clenched. Not the cold. All because of her. Only her.  He leaped up deftly, the twinkle of lights from inside the small house mocking him for the briefest of moments before he landed again upon the precarious ledge of the roof. He remembered leaning back in a chair before a roaring fire, eyes bright behind the wooden mask, seeing the latch on the skylight above him, and thinking what her hair could look like in the sun. Now

  Today's forecast: Scattered showers, a chance of rain. Clouds with sun bursting through in pockets of dust motes and the splatter of rain drops, wet and wild on the windshield, caressing the cracks of rock chip that at one point hurtled through the air at speeds over 70 mph to forever leave a mark on the pitted glass before spiraling off into oblivion.   "What song number is it?" She asks me, and I fumble in the open compartment below the radio to examine the cassette case. I skim over the song list for side A, then side B, scratches upon dirty plastic sometimes almost obscuring the song titles written in a sure hand, s

  "I didn't know we celebrated this holiday." Chaos said, examining the cupcake with a look of honest bemusement. He turned it back and forth a couple of times, then set it gingerly down on the coffee table as if it might explode. "I don't even really like sweets..."  "I always got a lot of candy on Valentine's Day." Eyes told him, moving closer to Chaos on the couch.  "Ah, do I need to be jealous?"  "All those girls are off and pregnant by now." Eyes replied with a smile. He reached down iwth one finger and swiped through the multicolored frosting that layered the confection, then held it up to Chaos' mouth. After a slight hesitation,

  He drew eyes all over his arms and legs, covered every square inch with eyes so detailed and intricate that they took everyone's breath away. He made them all open, and colored them in painstakingly delicate colors so that each looked like they would blink at any second. Each eyelash was a testament to the beauty of the simple curve, and every eyelid a homage to the fragile barrier of skin. His skin rippled as he walked, making the eyes seem to move and watch.  One could no longer see the imperfections in his skin, just the evenly spaced eyes that stared unfailingly out towards the world around him without taking it in. None of them had e

  The hospital room is shaped oddly, that's the thing that sticks out the most. It's sort of like a hexagon with a little extra rectangle added on for the door and the small space between it and the curtain. It took me awhile to reason that they were built this way to utilize space best. But the hospital doesn't smell like I thought it would, and it's not overly cold. I'm grateful.  The television is a dull mutter at this time of night. The sound comes from the channel changer on the bed, and my mother's hand rests on it, finger close to the red button that is pressed when you wish to call a nurse. I ask if she's in pain, and she nods, befo

  I walked home in the copious ugly rain, feeling the freezing drizzle pour down my now unprotected back. As predicted, I left my ill-equipped jacket at the prestigious office of Wolfgang Windsor, attorney at law. I could have gone back, but somehow, the thought of that man raking me over with his eyes again was repugnant to me in a delicious way. I decided not to indulge my sick fantasies; I could always buy a used coat that was even more inefficient and thin than my old one.  I lay in bed that night, dejected, while Steven seduced another girl in his bed again. She screamed incoherently about how good he was while my mind wandered aimless

  "Fancy seeing you here. It's been awhile, Chaos… Did you meet another woman?"  "None of your business." Chaos told him nonchalantly, not bothering to sit down in one of the chairs on this side of David's desk. One of his hands rested lightly on the back of a chair, fingers tapping out a restless rhythm against the smooth surface. "Four."  "Only four? You're losing your touch." David stood up, glancing out the window behind him. The sun lingered on the edge of the horizon, trembling there as if it balanced on the edge of a fine knife. "What about that last town? Were you certain?" He spoke with a peculiar turn to his words that gave