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  • ContactRida 3:20 am on July 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: father of mine,   

    familiar storm 

    “Thomas hide! Now!” The storm was here. “But mommie I’m scared.” Thomas glanced at his birthday cake. The 10 candles were still burning though the cake littered the dining room floor with the overturned table. “Go!” she screamed with terror and courage in her voice.

    Thomas darted into the cellar, bolting the door behind him as she had taught him. He squeezed his hands against his ears, but could still hear glass shattering and muffled screams. Then silence.

    Thomas unbolted the door. His mother lay crumpled on the kitchen floor, bloodied. “It’s alright Thomas. Daddy’s gone.” His storm had passed.

    coming storm

    photo credit: Kelly Sands

    • Sarah Ann 2:36 pm on July 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Very well set up as a weather event before the reveal.

    • patriciaruthsusan 3:43 am on July 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Rida, A well-written story and fitting music to accompany it. I’m sure that happens often and it’s terrible. It’s possible that father was beaten as a child. It’s so sad. How wonderful the mother protects that little one, but she needs to find a way out if possible before he kills her. Well done. —Susan

    • rochellewisoff 4:10 pm on July 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Dear C.R.

      Sounds like it’s time for Mommy to find a “storm shelter” for her and Tommy.
      Too real for comfort. Well done.



      • ContactRida 4:21 pm on July 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        thank you very much. sometimes the best stories are the worst stories.

    • K.Z. 11:43 pm on July 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      wow what an ending… very moving and terrifying.

    • Sun 9:31 pm on July 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      powerfully written and nice bonus with the song. i like how you included the song with just a line bar.

      • ContactRida 3:17 pm on July 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        thank you:) i just upload music from my computer. i’m sure you can do the same with Itunes or however you download tunes.

    • aliciajamtaas 8:43 pm on July 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Many stories this time relating the picture to men as evil storms…. Well done.

    • hafong 1:03 pm on July 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      The emotions and story sound so real. If it is based on experience, you are making good use of it. Bravo!


    • Dreamer of Dreams 4:28 pm on July 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      That was a frightening story, and very deeply moving. Beautifully narrated.

    • Chris 9:54 am on July 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Woah, I was not expecting that. I thought at first it was a fairly ‘ordinary’ story, but I was wrong. That twist was such a powerful turn of events.

    • draliman 6:01 am on July 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Nice twist at the end, gave the whole story a much more chilling feel.

    • Anita 4:02 am on July 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Oh. So emotional. Wish such violence never happened…

  • ContactRida 1:39 pm on June 18, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    just a little bit to the left 

    John surveyed the house. Shaking his head at the exposed frames he said, “This is no fixer-upper, Rida. It’s a total gut!”
    “But I love it.” I swooned.
    “You’re just like Deb. Finds her diamond in the rough and gets me to make it shine. My best advice: pass on this money pit.”
    My eyes lingered on his towering frame and dark Sicilian skin. He was all I wanted in a man.
    “Watch yourself. The floor over there is about to give.” he cautioned.
    “I should get your wife’s opinion,” I said, knowing exactly where I would have Deb stand.


    photo credit: Mary Shipman

  • ContactRida 2:58 am on June 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    hope you guess my name 

    Lucian believed people spoke and acted on one wave-length, but their true intentions had a different vibration that only he could sense.

    Mary lived across the street. She was always cordial but he knew she abhorred him by the way she coiled her hair around her fingers whenever they spoke. That was his invitation.

    She returned home at 3am to find him struggling with packages, “Need a hand Lucian?” “Thanks Mary.” Upstairs she saw the chair and tools. Then she saw nothing.

    She awoke strapped in the chair, mouth clamped open. With scalpel in hand, Lucian whispered, “Speak no evil.”

    sympathy for devil

    photo credit: Ted Strutz

    • Sarah Ann 1:21 pm on June 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I don’t know where Lucian learned to read body language, but I think he might need to go back to school. Nice grusome take on the prompt.

    • aliciajamtaas 2:02 pm on June 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Whoa, creepy neighbor. Love the reference in the title – it’s one of my favorite songs.

    • lingeringvisions by Dawn 6:49 am on June 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Wow, what a sicko!

    • patriciaruthsusan 5:01 am on June 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Rida, Nothing like living near a psycho. O_o I’m not familiar with the reference to “knowing his name” so I’m no doubt missing something. Good story and well written. 🙂 —Susan

      • ContactRida 9:41 am on June 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        thank you Susan:) Lucian means light but it also can be a version of Lucifer; the title is from the Rolling Stones “Sympathy for the Devil” song. in it Mick sings,

        “Pleased to meet you
        Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
        But what’s confusing you
        Is just the nature of my game

        Just as every cop is a criminal
        And all the sinners saints
        As heads is tails
        Just call me Lucifer
        ‘Cause I’m in need of some restraint

        So if you meet me
        Have some courtesy
        Have some sympathy, and some taste
        Use all your well-learned politesse
        Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah
        (Woo woo, woo woo)

        Pleased to meet you
        Hope you guessed my name,

        Read more: Rolling Stones – Sympathy For The Devil Lyrics | MetroLyrics

    • Amy Reese 12:07 am on June 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Ooh, creepy one! Splendid writing. I feel the door shutting and there’s no escape.

    • Shandra 10:54 am on June 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Creepy and grizzly. Wow. Looks as if there’s no way out this time.

    • draliman 8:54 am on June 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      This would make a great “Criminal Minds” episode!

    • rochellewisoff 5:49 am on June 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Dear ContactRida,

      There’s something that goes beyond creepy when it comes to torture via dentistry. My lips are sealed. Well done.



    • dmmacilroy 5:49 am on June 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Dear ContactRida,

      Perfect title, story and song. Well done and thank you.



    • Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 3:04 am on June 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      What a grizzly character – love the way you describe the coiling of the hair.. I hope she has a trick up her sleeve

      • ContactRida 3:15 am on June 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        thank you Bjorn… but unfortunately, she guessed his name too late.

  • ContactRida 3:16 am on May 19, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    key to evil… 

    She was a product of rape. It weighed heavily on her soul, so much that when she was raped, she saw it as skewed cosmic justice. She felt the monster’s son move inside her ripe belly. She feared which path he’d take.

    photo credit: http://claimtotruth.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/lightanddark.jpg



  • ContactRida 5:38 am on May 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: buried secrets, , secrets   

    something very dark 

    something dark this way came
    up my spine into my brain
    curious feeling i do attain
    when something dark this way came

    look at my hands they do reveal
    slick and warm it does feel
    circumstances not ideal
    oh this deed i must conceal

    down the stairs and out the door
    not a trace i must restore
    for searching eyes will explore
    the true events of night before

    clouded moon and moistened ground
    give aid to what must not be found
    my throbbing heart the only sound
    perhaps telltale it does confound

    years gone by yet whispers remain
    although my secret forever contained
    but there are times my hands seem stained
    when something dark this way came


    photo credit: http://www.mondo-gore.com/hauntedforest4.jpg

  • ContactRida 3:54 am on May 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    under my skin 

    “Go on. Finish it!” Sarah egged Remmie on. When they found a dusty leathered book in the basement of the condemned asylum, he felt full of dread. With hidden terror he chanted the final words, “From beneath your skin, I shall emerge.”








    photo credit: http://feastingonroadkill.com/site/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/filarial_worm_in_eye.gif & http://i.ytimg.com/vi/f7puYIG83Fk/0.jpg


  • ContactRida 2:03 am on May 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: incest, , survivor   

    f* you daddy 

    *(i will never apologize for my passion, but i will forewarn that several, SEVERAL f-bombs will be dropped. if you are thin skinned please read no further)


    fuck you daddy
    for your sickness you forced on me
    fuck you daddy
    for the ugliness you revealed
    fuck you daddy
    for the innocence you deprived me
    fuck you daddy
    for the trust i seldom feel

    fuck you daddy
    for filling my heart with rage
    fuck you daddy
    for passing down this shame
    fuck you daddy
    for this daily battle i wage
    fuck you daddy
    for the sorrow that may forever stain

    fuck you daddy
    for the most sacred part you could not damage
    fuck you daddy
    for there is a light in all this darkness
    fuck you daddy
    for i now possess the advantage
    fuck you daddy
    for time has granted such catharsis

    fuck you daddy
    for i found a path through my hatred
    fuck you daddy
    for each day i grow stronger
    fuck you daddy
    for thoughts of you no more wasted
    fuck you daddy
    for you have a hold on me no longer

    so daddy

    photo credit: http://theramp.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/victory1.jpg

  • ContactRida 2:33 am on May 6, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    why do birds suddenly appear… 

    They hungrily squawked. Birds of prey to the offered feast.

    “One man’s trash,” he said aloud as his tires tore through the desert gravel.

    When Rebecca accepted a ride with him, how could she have known her place in the food chain?




    photo credit: http://farm1.staticflickr.com/169/420141148_a6db3dc14f.jpg

  • ContactRida 11:57 pm on March 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , ,   

    love at first sight (part II) 

    The property was overgrown with ivy, bushes, bamboo, anything and everything that could grow and stake its unrightful claim. They had only walked a few yards alongside the house, but he could no longer see the street, “or the sun,” he thought.  The back porch was in desperate need of new floorboards and a few coats of paint. He watched as she opened the back door. Watched how she never looked back at him, almost daring him. He became aware of his breathing. It felt heavy, forced. “Close the door behind you and lock it please.” She spoke so casually, with such familiarity, it frightened him and soothed him at the same time.

    The outside belied the Victorian gem within. Flawless parquet flooring, intricate wainscoting, sparkling chandeliers graced this home. It smelled of many generations passed. There was legacy here. All around him. He followed her into the kitchen. In the center of the kitchen table was a small arrangement of fresh, wild lilies. She opened the fridge and pulled out two glass Coca Cola bottles. “Thirsty?” she asked as the bottles clinked together. He hesitated. “Don’t worry, I only poison guests on trash day.” she said as she handed him the chilled bottle. She leaned back against the counter and smiled, “Trash day was yesterday,” she said with a sinful giggle that dropped his defenses and left him helpless to her charms.

    She threw him her bottle opener after opening her drink. He watched as her full, cherry lips pursed the bottle and the cola slowly and seductively flowed into her mouth. He watched and listened to her take each swallow. “You like to watch?” she asked coquettishly. He popped his cap off at that precise moment and it bounced across the floor landing under the stove. “Don’t worry about that,” she said to him, “drink up, we’ve much to discuss.” He drank, his eyes never leaving her as if the memory of her would fade if he stopped looking. He wanted to consume her but not in that way. She made him want to be something other than what he was, something more. Thoughts of Bonnie and Clyde ran through his head. “And that turned out so well,” he stupidly thought to himself.

    He said with a little too much base in his voice, “I don’t even know your name girl.” “Did you know any of their names?” she shot back. “What?” he said. “You strike me as a Peggy Lee type of man.” she stated in a monotone. He tried to ask, “What?” again but the words wouldn’t come. The bottle dropped from his hand. He felt weak, nauseated. He looked over to her as he collapsed, saw her ankles move toward him, saw her kneel down in front of him, “Peggy Lee it is.” were the last words he heard her utter before darkness consumed him.


    to be continued…

    photo credit: http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/092/0/b/coca_cola_bottle_cap_by_crepusclo-d606zh2.png

  • ContactRida 11:59 pm on March 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply  

    still dark until midterm is done… 

    I submitted my midterm paper, arriving 15 minutes late for my double shift at work. Now I must buckle down and study for my in class midterm on Monday. My fingers are crossed for a blizzard to hit Philly to cancel class. I can only hope for the best:)

    Until then…  I have some great ideas for part two of Love at First Sight (I think that’s what I called it)…

    • Sreejit Poole 1:30 am on March 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Still waiting on that part 2! Good luck with your exam

      • ContactRida 3:08 am on March 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        thanks… still studying listening, to the wind howl, teasing me of heavy snowfall, but probably producing only light coverage with sunny skies in time for my 4pm exam:(

  • ContactRida 2:56 am on March 10, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    love at first sight 

    “Death is visiting with you today.” He did enjoy the acknowledgement of life’s circle in their eyes… in the beginning, but lately he’s been contemplating the future, his future, his legacy. He believed the universe is plentiful for those who honor their passion. The universe places judgment only on those who deny their true nature. “A bird’s gotta fly. A fish gotta swim. And I gotta tend to my flock.”

    He slowly wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror revealing his eyes. Not shark eyes, but predator eyes. He saw them once. “Excuse me miss, I’m a lil loss, not from these parts. Could you help me fine Pop-lar street?” he delicately asked turning on his Southern charm. She looked at him as he sat in his running SUV. She stared. She didn’t move. “Be careful what you ask for,” she said without averting her eyes. Her eyes made him feel small, like he was a little boy getting viciously whipped, cowering in the corner of his daddy’s shed.

    She casually stepped from the  sidewalk to the passenger side of his vehicle. “Turn off the ignition and hand me the keys.” Those eyes of hers. They saw him. He was afraid but he saw his hands turning off the ignition. He saw himself giving her his keys, but he couldn’t stop himself. Her eyes never left him, like a master testing her dog for obedience. He looked away. He looked down and gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. His throat was ash dry and he couldn’t swallow. He felt tears welling in his eyes about to drop.

    “Let me show you something.” she said softly but firmly. She started walking away. Just like that. She walked away. He looked at her move so effortlessly almost floating with her broad shoulders and muscular calves. “Thisiscrazythisiscrazythisiscrazy!” he screamed nonsensically in his head. He thought he might piss himself. Then she looked over her shoulder and shot him a sultry Mona Lisa smile, beckoning him. He had to follow her. Had to see this to its inevitable end. “Would death be visiting with me today?” he meekly implored of himself. He did not know, but everything in his body wanted to follow her… anywhere… everywhere… nowhere.

    follow me

    photo credit: http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/03/b1/4a/a6/free-tours-by-foot.jpg

    entry for: http://elizabethfrattaroli.wordpress.com/monthly-mini-writing-comps/ &
    http://theseekersdungeon.com/category/dungeon-prompts/ & http://fireflydance.net/category/weekly-highlights/weekly-writing-challenge/

  • ContactRida 6:14 am on January 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: beauty, , dead inside, , evil, horror, , pleasure, torture   

    very much dead inside 

    i have those thoughts
    thoughts the average soul does not have
    thoughts dark and simple
    thoughts skewed by my past

    a past forever entwined with present
    but a future disconnected
    no thoughts venture there
    far too many walls erected

    thoughts linger on my conception
    wishing it had never been
    preferring blade to fetus
    than living with what is within

    progeny of a demon
    is the skin that covers me
    leaving half a soul void of light
    absent regret and conscience free

    such dark thoughts i secret
    they come and go with the breeze
    leave me feeling satiated
    i never resist they flow with ease

    what determines the border
    between that of horror and beauty
    what if the two are identical
    fulfilling desire so equally

    i share these thoughts with no one
    for who could understand
    that there is no turmoil
    when i travel to that forbidden land

    there is peace and rapture
    in that place of malevolence
    no fear no pain
    only the truth hangs in the balance

    truth that these dark thoughts
    which i harbor deep inside
    the truth that this darkness
    leaves me very much dead inside


  • ContactRida 5:44 am on January 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , dreams, drowning, life line, , nightmares, palmistry, reading palms, sleep eating, sleep walking   

    afraid to fall asleep 

    urban legend has it that if you plummet to your death in a dream that you will die in your sleep. untrue. i have plummeted many times in my dreams and landed with horrific thuds ripping me from slumber with my heart in my throat, and my sheets and bed clothes drenched in panic sweat. it was not until someone told me that those falls were my astral spirit traveling too far from my body. once i heard this, the falls stopped. it was if i happened upon the secret my subconscious was keeping and it was no fun anymore for my spirit to take those uncharted journeys.

    i had three dreams in which i drowned in my car. i was convinced every time i traveled over a bridge, i would die. last winter, when i worked a late night shift, the snow had just started falling and the highways were not treated. trying to exit, my front tire caught the reflective solid white line and my car went into a series of uncontrolled 360 degree spins. time slowed down, i felt like i was floating. i let go of the wheel, closed my eyes and knew the snow all around me was the same as being swallowed by water. there was a peace, acceptance in knowing i was going to die. but the car came to an almost perfect stop against the cement divider. very little damage to the car and i was fine, minus being sore in the morning. i never had another drowning dream.

    when i was a child, i walked in my sleep. one time i remember dreaming i was eating a peanut butter sandwich. i woke up and i was laying across the bed with my head over the edge finishing a peanut butter sandwich. as an adult the walking has ceased, but i have had dreams where someone was choking me or ripping at my flesh only to awake gasping for air or relief to find my own hands inflicting the evil deeds. i can never take ambien because i am convinced i would awaken covered in blood not knowing who i slaughtered in my sleep.

    i have never been murdered in my dreams. i have been pursued by monsters and awaken terrified. but this is curious. when i dream i am killing someone or i have savagely murdered someone, i wake up happy and refreshed. the bloodier the death, the happier i awaken. curious indeed.

    i’m off to bed now. sleep tight, don’t let the evil spirits bite…

    i have about 12 years left…

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