Cyanide went live again. There are some great stories everyone should check out. I personally recommend Delphine, Will Carpenter, and Stephen Graham Jones [website coming soon for him].
There's also another contest for anyone who likes to write love letters. This time you can win a copy of Arthur Nersesian's Suicide Casanova and possibly Unlubricated.
With all that said, here's what I'm working on now.
love letter
Lilith:
I'm sorry I'm writing on your walls in sharpie, but there's nothing else that'll show up on your closet walls so that when I lock you in here later you know it's, because I love you more. I'm telling you now, because it's almost guarenteed I'll be drunk and I'll hit you when you slap me, throw you in the closet and lock the door. I'll fall asleep by the door with the key in my hand with your tears and sobs lulling me to sleep with a bottle in my hand. I'll walk in late, smelling of cheap cigarettes and a five dollar whore, with flowers in my hand for you. They'll be dead. You'll throw them in my face and I'll throw the keys into the wall next to your painting that I hung, but they won't fall. I'll wrap my hands around your neck and drag you across the floor kicking and crying to the bedroom. I'll throw you into the wall with apologies spilling from my mouth, but you slapped me and I loved you more. You'll crawl into the corner with mascara running down your cheeks. It makes me sad, but I'll be happy. We love each other, that's why we fight so much. The more you put me through, the more I want to come back for more. I write this to let you know I love you when I have the pillow over your face and my arm across your throat, pushing you into the mattress before I rape you with the broom stick asking if your girlfriend fucks you like that. You hate me, and I love you more. When I throw you in here, please cry, because it gets me off, and it'll be the first time you've caused me pleasure in three weeks. Ever since I saw you fucking that whore at work on the couch, and I'm addicted to the violence, the most erotic part of love. No one is good enough to see you the way I do, so I'm hiding you from all of them. To let you know how much I love you, when I lock you in here, I'm going to do you the best favor ever. I'm going to pull the trigger and make sure you can't see it. Particles of my brain hanging onto the door with blood splattered across the walls and a hole in the door next to the hinge. We lied to each other, but it's love that holds us to each other.
I love you.
Magical flowers and butterflies, you'll never escape me.
I love you more.
Constantine.
There's also another contest for anyone who likes to write love letters. This time you can win a copy of Arthur Nersesian's Suicide Casanova and possibly Unlubricated.
With all that said, here's what I'm working on now.
love letter
Lilith:
I'm sorry I'm writing on your walls in sharpie, but there's nothing else that'll show up on your closet walls so that when I lock you in here later you know it's, because I love you more. I'm telling you now, because it's almost guarenteed I'll be drunk and I'll hit you when you slap me, throw you in the closet and lock the door. I'll fall asleep by the door with the key in my hand with your tears and sobs lulling me to sleep with a bottle in my hand. I'll walk in late, smelling of cheap cigarettes and a five dollar whore, with flowers in my hand for you. They'll be dead. You'll throw them in my face and I'll throw the keys into the wall next to your painting that I hung, but they won't fall. I'll wrap my hands around your neck and drag you across the floor kicking and crying to the bedroom. I'll throw you into the wall with apologies spilling from my mouth, but you slapped me and I loved you more. You'll crawl into the corner with mascara running down your cheeks. It makes me sad, but I'll be happy. We love each other, that's why we fight so much. The more you put me through, the more I want to come back for more. I write this to let you know I love you when I have the pillow over your face and my arm across your throat, pushing you into the mattress before I rape you with the broom stick asking if your girlfriend fucks you like that. You hate me, and I love you more. When I throw you in here, please cry, because it gets me off, and it'll be the first time you've caused me pleasure in three weeks. Ever since I saw you fucking that whore at work on the couch, and I'm addicted to the violence, the most erotic part of love. No one is good enough to see you the way I do, so I'm hiding you from all of them. To let you know how much I love you, when I lock you in here, I'm going to do you the best favor ever. I'm going to pull the trigger and make sure you can't see it. Particles of my brain hanging onto the door with blood splattered across the walls and a hole in the door next to the hinge. We lied to each other, but it's love that holds us to each other.
I love you.
Magical flowers and butterflies, you'll never escape me.
I love you more.
Constantine.