Meeting

The bluest of blues, that's what his eyes were, and oddly enough that's how I felt that day, until he came and sat a crossed from me on a park bench. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him as I sat there trying to draw in my sketch book at the table I sat at. I didn't know why I could stop staring at him.

He wasn't the most hanging man that ever lived as he was dressed in a pair of pain blue jeans, with a white plain t-shirt that was covered up by a brown blazer jacket. He looked normal. Then why couldn't I stop staring?

His long soft brown hair hovered off his head on the light fall breeze as he switched his legs that he had his book propped up on. He rubbed his unshaven chin as a grin spread a crossed his faced in a quite giggle.What was so dam funny? What was he reading that could be so funny? I wondered.

Just then as if he knew that I was looking at him his eyes shot up from his book to catch me looking at him. I quickly averted my gaze to my sketch book as embarrassment started to fill me up. I glanced up to see he was gone from his seat, then to see him walking over to me and put my head back down.

Oh, great! Now he's going to tell me how much of a freak I am for staring. I know it's wrong to stare. Why don't I ever listen to my mother?

"Excuse me miss?" He called out to me. His voice soft spoken, with a Midwestern twang to it. I lifted my head to feel my face heating up in fear, and even more embrassment. "I noticed you from a crossed the way and..."

Saw how you were staring at me, and wanted to let you know that you should go to hell for being rude......

".....Thought I'd come over and say hello."

"What?" I asked surprized.

"I know that sounds like a crummy pick up line, but I saw you notice me and thought it nice to say hello," He answered.He scartched the back of his head.

"Oh, I... mean that sounds ok."

"My name is Martin," He extented his hand.

"Gwen," I shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you Gwen," Martin smiled. "Do you mind if I asked to join me to get some coffee or something?"

"Sure," I smiled. "That sounds great."

Hell Fire,Part one

Nowhere left to go I had some how made it back to the place I was running from the old McKinney place. I ripped off the old police tape and walked through the charred front entry way. Ash hung in the air as if the fire was yesterday, where in the depths of my memory I could hear the loud sirens of the fire department and police. I pushed that away and went to the back of the house towards were the living room used to be.

I pushed away some of the boards away from the thing I was looking for. The big black circle. It was about five feet diameter and five feet around. I sat down in the middle of it.

"I am home," I whisper. I close my eyes and remember the night they called me here.

I was born in the hell pits and forged together with the suffering of lost souls. I lived a life were I inflicted pain on theses who had brought it upon themselves. Then they called me. I was ripped through a whole into this world in a blaze of fire and stood naked in front of two young men. They seemed so pleased with themselves in what they had done. They wanted me here to be their slave to their bidding.

They smiled, and I became angered. I was no ones slave, so I set them on fire along with the rest of the house. I laughed and I enjoyed their pain as they slowly died. I stood in the flames, until I was dosed with water from the firedepartment and past out.

Forgotten Promise

Jason was thirty years old and seemed to be in perfect health. He was under a great deal of stress trying to balance his marriage and his job. If only he didn’t see her with the other man, his best friend. He trusted him, but to betray by him made it hurt even worse. Trips backwards and leans against the wall in the hallway of the home that he had bought for her. He did everything for her, but everything wasn’t enough. Sweat oozed down the side of his ruggedly unshaven handsome face. He grabs his plain gray shirt as a sharp pain erupts beneath his breast. Thump. His heart pulsating in attempt to escape from his chest. He looks down at the ring on his left hand to the long forgotten promise to a woman he had loved with all of his heart, that was now broking. His eyes lock straight a head needing help. He falls to his knees gasping for breath as everything fades into black.