Into the Multiple Worlds of Michael Huffam.

conpa: CONPA’S SUPER SPECIAL GIVEAWAY TIME It’s finally that...

mchlhffm — Sun, 25 Mar 2012 21:50:12 -0400

CONPA’S SUPER SPECIAL GIVEAWAY TIME

It’s finally that time guys! :D AAAAAND THIS IS THE PRIZE!

You may be thinking: A sketchbook? Lame. BUT HOLD ON. IT’S ABOUT TO GET EVEN LAMER: The winner of the giveaway will get this notebook sent to them AND they get to tell me what to fill it with.

Yeah! It’s like….I’m gonna be your art slave. Want an entire sketchbook filled with nothing but AT? I can do that. 185 pages of nothing but Johnlock? I will do that too. YJ? OC’s? Anything you want these pages filled with = you get. just like….no hardcore porn or something…sorry. LOL

ADDED BONUS: I will add a super special surprise just for you inside the pocket at the back of the sketchbook. v u v (hint: it starts with ‘stick’ and ends with ‘ers’.)

RULES:

1. Likes count

2. Reblog as many times and as often as you want.

3. YOU HAVE TO BE FOLLOWING ME. Since this is a watcher appreciation giveaway, it makes sense that you’d have to be following me to win, right?

I’ll use a number generator to figure the winners! Giveaway will end on April 14th.

Good luck!

Conpa

The Ring of Two: Part 2

mchlhffm — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 22:42:51 -0400

This was a dull color of fuchsia smoke illuminated the area. As he walked through the smoke a building appeared in front of him. It was a shop, but a shop Mitchell has never seen before. The building was made out of a strange oak, it was pitch black and the texture was smooth as metal. He went over to the door, looked above and it showed two dragons, one white and one red, fighting each other vigorously. He clutched onto the knob, which was the head of a reptile, turned the knob and enter inside. As he enters a strange aroma set foot into his nostrils. A Sweet, relaxing, almost unreal. He wandered around the shop and saw strange and interesting objects. Shrunken heads, voodoo dolls, and animal parts in tiny jars. He continued to saunter around the shop until a gleam of light shone on the corner of his eye. He went to the area where the shining came from and saw a box of rings for sale. As He examined the rings, seeing them all different, mystical almost each one that would make you think it’s a ring that came from the middle ages.

But a certain glow caught Mitchell’s attention in the jewelry box. The glow came from a ring, a ring with a blood red colored stone, smooth a glass. Next to it was a frost blue ring, also as smooth as the other ring.

“Ah, the rings of fire and ice. You seem interested in them, young man?”

Mitchell looked up, almost off his feet from surprise, and saw a woman who appeared to be the store clerk. She was no ordinary woman. Her skin was the color of caramel, with bracelets on her arm, wrists and could tell there was one on her thigh. Her eyes were colorful, a color Mitchell has not seen before. Her hair was light brown, braided and curly. She was wearing clothes that look colorful quilts and they were wrapping around her.

“Um, yes they do seem interesting…” was all Mitchell could say.

“There’s an old legend behind these rings, would like to hear?” said the woman, her voice almost hissing.

Mitchell nodded. “Well according to legend it was around the time the English came over her to American, and New York was still a green paradise. One English man told my ancestors he would give him great wealth and be treated like royalty. But the English man was greedy and kept all the power to himself. This angered my ancestors and put a curse on the two rings he wore. The next day the English man was arrested for murdering his own partner. He came to my ancestors before the English man was hung and they said ‘The curse I put upon you was the curse of splitting your soul in half, making your evil, greedy to born in the world and do whatever he desires.

“So what the legend tells us is that when we wear the two rings your soul is split in half, making the side you never show roam free. So my dear boy, would you like to have them? Or do you think you’ll become two people?” The clerk taunted.

Mitchell chuckled softly and said, “Sure, I’ll buy them. How much will it cost?”

Mitchell returned home with two brand new rings, one his ring fingers. It was odd for Mitchell to see himself wearing jewelry. As he walked home he noticed Tommy and his gang of bruisers waiting for something on the other corner of the street. He pulled himself into the shadows, wondering if it was he they were looking for. Luckily he knew another way to get to his house.

He made it home safely and walked into his apartment home with his parents grunting at the sight of him home safe and sound. “What no boys beating the crap out of you today? A Pity that is….” said Mitchell father, burping at the last of his words.

“Well if your not injured maybe you clean the disposal, it’s stuffed with messy leftovers,” said his mother inhaling a deep breath of smoke through her cigarette.

Mitchell let out a soft sigh, and went to the kitchen to clean the sink. As he was cleaning the sink disposal for twenty minutes, his father yelled to him “Boy! Get me another beer! Now!”

“A little busy dad, can you get it yourself?” asked Mitchell politely, but heard no response. Instead he heard big steps coming toward him. Mitchell was then pulled away from the sink and was thrust to the fridge. “What did you say to me boy?” hissed his father. “You will do whatever I say you to do!”

Mitchell’s father’s backhand smacked Mitchell straight across the face and knocked him down, having a burning pain on his cheek.

“Now get me a beer and go straight to your room! PRONTO!” said his father and his mother snickered.

Mitchell slowly got up and felt his cheek, blood veiled his face. He probably got a cut from his father’s ring he wore on his hand. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and shoved it to his father’s torso, and went to his room, enraged. He shut the door and got out his first aid kit he bought just a few weeks ago. Mitchell was use to this abuse, so every couple of months he bought himself a new first aid kit.

He mends his cut and tossed himself onto his bed. He looked at his rings, mesmerized by the great colors they gave out. He looked at his blood red ring, and saw it glimmer in the light.

They should be punished Mitchell, they must be punished…

Mitchell looked around to see who was talking to him, but no one was in sight. He was exhausted, out of energy. He must have been hearing thing with so much energy drained out of him. He turned out the lights and fell asleep, going into the abyss of sleep.

With a cold chill going past him, Mitchell woke up shivering of cold. The fall weather must be coming close, he thought. He went to the bathroom, took a shower, and got dressed. As he walked down the hall, Mitchell paused where he was standing. Something didn’t feel right in his home. First off he didn’t hear the television on, and didn’t smell the fresh smoke coming from his mother’s cigarettes. Slowly he walked down the hall, and went into the kitchen. His mother wasn’t in the kitchen. Every morning Mitchell’s mother comes to the kitchen, drink her cranberry juice and smoke a couple of cigarettes. He looked around the kitchen and found his mother’s pack of cigarettes near the knife stand. One of the knives was missing. He then entered the living room, the lights flickering. Mitchell didn’t know what was going on, but it made him terrified. He looked down at the rug, and it was covered in dark liquid. He walked over to the couch and more of the dark liquid was there. He then saw his father lying on the ground, not moving. He called out for his father but he didn’t reply, not even growl. With the overhead light flickering he could barely see his father. So he went over to the lamp beside him and turned it on, and everything was cleared to him. His father was lying on the ground, his face looking at the ceiling, eyes wide open. He had multiple stab wounds all over his body, mostly at his stomach.

He now realized what that dark liquid was: it was blood. He raced over to the phone but as he was about to grab the phone he felt something sticky on the phone he looked at his hand and it was covered in blood. He turned to the phone and flinched at the sight of his mother. She too was also dead, with her throat slit and a cigarette shoved into her mouth. He nearly tripped over the telephone wire from backing away from his shock. Behind he heard a noise behind him, the lights once again flickering on and off. He turned to see what caused the noise, and saw a hooded figure with crimson red eyes, staring straight at him.

Next thing Mitchell knew was his front door being kicked down and police officers yelling their presence. The Hooded figure jumped out of the window in a flash and disappeared into the city. Policemen came into his living room, yelling to put his hands up. He did what they were told and he was pinned to the ground. His parents are dead and now he’s getting arrested. This turned to be some morning, thought Mitchell.

Mitchell was sitting in a cold, damp interrogation room. The light barely illuminated the room, only enough light to shine upon him. There was a large mirror in the room, reflecting the image of his face. He looked into the mirror, even though he knew it was a two-way mirror. He saw his flat boned jaw, his boyish features, and his light brown hair. One thing he noticed something different in his face was his eyes. There were no longer dark brown anymore. They were now a frost blue color, a blue so light it almost looked white, as if his eyes showed purity.

Before he can examine his eyes anymore, a man came in the room. From the light he could see he was very bulky, and fit. He was wearing a white dress shirt with his collar unbuttoned and sleeves curled up to his elbows. He’s must have been up all night working on something, Mitchell just didn’t know what. He dropped a file onto the table Mitchell was sitting near. He looked at the file and then looked at the officer blankly.

“My name is Detective McSweeny. I work for the fifth precinct police department. You must be Mitchell Wyatt. You’re in a lot of trouble, kid,” said the man.

Mitchell continued to stare at him, but McSweeny continued.

“Do you know why you’re down here, Mitchell?”

“Because my parents were killed.” Said Mitchell, without any remorse in his voice.

“Yes, do have any idea who killed them?”

Mitchell slowly shook his head. The Detective sighed, and said “Where were you at the time of 5am and 8am?”

“Sleeping” was all Mitchell said.

“Do you have anyone to verify that for you?” asked the Detective.

Mitchell shook his head. The Detective once again sighed, this time mixed with a groan. He tossed a picture to Mitchell, and the picture showed a bloody knife on the carpet, which also was drenched in blood. Mitchell looked at it closely and saw a white fingerprint on the handle of the knife.

“The fingerprint on that knife matches the fingerprint on your very own hand. Can you explain how it got there?” asked the Detective.

“I have no idea, sir. I woke up this morning and found them on the floor already dead. Before you guys came in I saw someone in a hooded sweatshirt jumping out of my window. That’s the guy you should be looking for, not keeping me in here!” said Mitchell.

The Detective leaned back and Mitchell could have sworn he saw him show a mocking grin and the Detective said “Okay I’ll bite; can you described the guy leaving the scene?”

Mitchell looked down at the picture and said, “I didn’t see his face. The only thing I could see was his eyes. They were red, the blood shade red. That’s all I can tell you…”

The Detective took back the picture and stacked his files into one pile. He got up from his chair, and walked to the door but before he left the room, he said to Mitchell “A social worker and lawyer will want to be talking to you in a couple of minutes. If I were you, I would try to explain how that fresh fingerprint got on the murder weapon. Have a good one kid,” and left the room.

Mitchell put his hands on his head and breathed heavily. How could this happen? He thought. How can my parents be killed if I didn’t hear anything? Who was that guy with the red eyes?

Mitchell’s whole world was going out of control, and he had no idea what to do.

Henry Carter and The Observer Part 2

mchlhffm — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 22:32:29 -0400

Henry was a little cautious at following the man into the alleyway, but if he was talking about what Henry thought he was, he felt taking the risk. He followed the man in the alleyway, walking in a fast pace to catch up with the man. He caught up with him, and slowed down to see where he was. The alley was much longer than Henry expected it would be, for the fact of the two buildings weren’t that big. What caught Henry by surprise was the lights in the Alley were turning on when they approached them.

They probably have motion sensors, he thought. The Observer stopped, right in front of a wooden door, with markings on it that looked like it was from the Victorian era. The Observer tapped on the door with his cane, twice on top and twice on the bottom. The door opened, and the Observer stepped aside and said, “After you my dear boy.”

Henry nodded to thank him and entered through the door. Inside was a light gray room being illuminated by an unknown light, with two doors at the end of the room, with a chair in the middle.

“Please sit down, Henry.” said The Observer. Henry did what he was asked and sat down on the chair, which creaked when he sat down. The Observer walked past him a few feet away two doors, standing between them. He stood there with his cane holding him up, giving Henry an intriguing look. He then raised his head and told Henry “Mr. Carter, I am a being who has been watching you for a long time now. I’ve seen how many times a chance of love has crossed your path and it has rejected you time and time again. From your first crush of Sally Parton…”

How did he know about her? I haven’t seen her since 6^th grade, was going through Henry’s thoughts, but The Observer continued.

“…to today with Sandra being with another man, one that can satisfy her needs. But here I stand to you for a chance I guarantee will end wonderfully. I, my good man, am giving you at another chance at true love.”

Henry’s eyes lighten up, his heart skipping a beat. How could this man do it? How can he give him another chance at love? Henry didn’t understand this at all.

The Observer smiled, as if he knows what Henry is thinking and feeling; excitement and doubt.

“Behind these doors are two wonderful, beautiful women, both who will fall in love with you during some time. All you have to do is choose one of the two and you will live a wonderful life, with her by your side. Now all you have to do is nod and I’ll show you your first option. So what will it be, Mr. Carter?”

Henry was in a hypnotic state from the words that just came into his head. This man will give him the chance at eternal love. No more girls breaking his heart for selfish reasons, no more trying to be someone else to get their attention, just love on day one.

Henry then got away from his thoughts and back into the gray room, and nodded. The Observer smiled brightly, his cheeks rosy.

“Very well then, Henry, meet Anna Beth, the woman behind door number 1…” he said, and leaned over to the door on the left and opened it. As the door opened, a wind gusted over him, a warm crisp wind with a scent of honeysuckle. Henry closed his eyes as the wind came to him. Once the gust of wind stopped he opened his eyes, and in front of him was a woman in a white laced dress. Her facial features are beauty beyond words. Her blond hair was as bright as her dress, with dazzling blue eyes, dark and radiant of color in. She had a perfectly slimed body, fitting inside the dress wonderfully. Like being controlled by a puppeteer, he rose from his chair, and met eye to eye with the woman next to him. She smiled at him, with perfectly white teeth shining at him.

“Hi, I’m Henry,” was all he could say. He’s never seen such a beautiful woman. Her eyes glistened and she said “Hello Henry, I’m Anna Beth. It’s so nice to meet you.” Her voice was bubbly, very optimistic.

“So why don’t you tell me about yourself, Henry. You seem such an interesting man.” She said tilting her head in curiosity.

Henry let out a deep sigh and said “Uh, okay… I went to college right here in the city, lived in a small city a few towns away, I love watching classic black and white movies, big fan of Frank Sinatra, prefer wine over beer really, and—”

“You drink? That’s so bad for your body Henry! All that Alcohol destroying your body, such a bad beverage…” she said, cutting him off.

“Well there’s nothing wrong having a drink to let loose, don’t you think? Wine was such a reliever for me after midterms in high school.”

Anna Beth’s eyes widen in shock, mouth pried opened. “You did underage drinking, Henry? What a wrong thing to do!”

Henry’s shoulders rose, giving out a nervous laugh and said “Well at some point everyone has done something wrong and stupid in their life. Surely you have done something wrong or stupid in your life?”

Anna Beth slightly shook her head and said “Oh dear lord no! Always followed my parents’ rules and orders, did everything by the book at school and my life, never drank, smoke or did drugs. Heck I never got a parking ticket!” and ended with a high pitched laugh. Henry laughed back, not knowing why he did.

“Well it was wonderful talking to you, Henry! I hope you will pick me, for I will be the smart choice.” She said with a wink, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and went back to the door in a mix between of skipping and walking. She went inside the white light, and the Observer closed the door. He looked over to Henry and asked “Well? What do you think?”

Henry tilted his head and straighten it, letting out a deep sigh and said “She quite a beautiful women, that’s for sure!”

The Observer chuckled, but stopped and stuck out a finger and said “Ah, ah, ah! There is still one more option for you, Henry! Meet the girl behind door number two, Roxanne,”

The Observer leaned to the door on the right and opened it, revealing only a room covered in pitch black shadows, and he could hear high heels clicking closer and closer. Then a women entered the room through the shadows, her beauty speechless as Anna Beth’s, but in a totally different aspect. She wore a black satin dress, the straps hanging over her shoulders. She had charcoal black hair, waving down in swirls. Her facials features had such promiscuous look, making her irresistible. She had dark brown eyes, having a small sparkle inside them. Her body was shaped like an hourglass, filled with fantastic curves. She trotted over to Henry, inches away from him, and gave him a crooked smile, tracing a finger over his chest.

“Hey there handsome, I’m Roxanne. But you can call me Roxy. What can I call you?” she said. Her voice was a little deeper than Anna Beth’s high voice, but just as hypnotic.

“You can call me Henry, just Henry…Roxy.” He said.

“Well ‘Just Henry’, do you like to have fun?” she said, her finger still tracing over his chest.

“Well, I like to read a good mystery novel, listen to some Nat King Cole occasionally, and— that’s my stomach you’re pressing,” said Henry, whose breaths were going fast and short.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so flat! Feels a little muscular, you work out ‘Just Henry’?” she asked, her voice lingering at the end.

“Just healthy smoothies and 3 mile jog every other day, really…” said Henry who was getting nervous when Roxy was laying her perfect fingers over to his arms.

“You must lift weights too, your biceps are hard as a rock” said Roxy, sounding satisfied.

“Thank you, Roxanne… You don’t look bad yourself.”

“Thanks handsome. Well I gotta go back in my room now, but I hope you pick me…” she was saying and leaned over to Henry’s ear and continued saying “For we can have some fun later on…” and pecked his ear with her lips. This made Henry jump a little. She then trotted back into her room of dark shadows, the door closing by itself.

The Observer laid his arms out, his eyebrows sticking up, asking “So my dear boy, what door will you go in? The door on the left where sweet Anna Beth waits behind; or the door on the right, where the unpredictable Roxanne is in? Which one will it be?”

Henry then straightens his stance, his eyes full of determination. He knew which door he will choose, and has no regrets of continuing with his acts.

The Other World: Part 1: Chapter 1

mchlhffm — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 21:51:00 -0400

Chapter 1: A Day in the Life

14 years ago, Mystic, Connecticut…

Night time. The time where the sun is gone and darkness covers the land. Many people believed for many years that hellish creatures come out and terrorize the land. Today, that is some what true. Night is the time for criminals come out and do their devilish deeds. When they see an innocent person in the road, they will take advantage of that person and steal from them. Many people have a natural fear of the darkness of night.

The boy inside his room in a house of Mystic is a perfect example. Every night he would go to his room to sleep, but would never fall asleep, fearing a monster would attack and eat him. Every little creak and click he would flinch. His everyday objects would look like terrifying creatures because of their shadows. The boy heard a strange bump and he clinched his blankets, eyes beginning to water.

“MOMMY! DADDY!” He screamed over and over, tears pouring out of his eyes. The door opened swiftly, with a beautiful young woman racing to the boy’s bed. She put the boy in her arms, stroking his head, telling him to hush with her soft voice.

“What’s wrong, my dear? Did something scare you?” she asked her voice smooth as silk.

“The monster is going to get me! He wants to eat me!” said the boy, choking on his tears.

A man walked into the room and turned on the lights. The so called monster the boy was pointing at was actually his dresser. The man went over to the boy’s bed, kneels down to the boy’s eyesight, and said in a harsh voice “There’s no reason to be afraid of things that isn’t there. There’s no such thing as monsters. Nothing will hurt you in this house. Remember that Devin Knight. Nothing will hurt you… ever.”

* * *

Mystic, Connecticut. Present Day

Devin Nathaniel Knight wakes up every day the same way. No need for an alarm clock, he wakes up at 6 o’clock on the dot every day. He gets up from his bed and high fives the lead singer of his favorite band on a poster on his wall that has his hand opened in the poster. He then goes into his bathroom and does his daily morning routines; take a shower, brush his teeth, floss, and rinse his mouth with mouthwash. After he’d done all of his routines he glanced into the mirror for a couple minutes to see if looks like the way he wants to for the day. He looked at his hair, which was long enough to cover his forehead. He was always confused of what his hair color was. People called it brown, but it was a very bright brown. If it as someone mixed the color of a bright blond and brown and made it his hair color. It was just a very light brown color he decided, and brushed his hair so his bangs were combed to the side of his forehead. He then gazed into his eyes, which were such a unique color. It was green, but a sparkling green. His mother called it ‘emerald green’. He has always liked his eye color. He then went back into his room and got on darken jeans and a band t-shirt of a band no one probably ever heard of.

He then went downstairs to see his mother cooking breakfast. She was making homemade waffles today. She saw Devin come into the kitchen and smiled at him. She didn’t look much different than she did when Devin was a little boy. She still had young looks but her red hair faded over the years. Devin went over to her and kissed his mother on the cheek.

“Is Dante up yet Devin?” She asked.

Devin smacked himself in the head. He totally forgot to wake up Dante, since he’s a heavy sleeper and can’t get up by his alarm clock alone. He quickly went upstairs to wake him up. Dante is not Devin’s brother; he’s his father’s Godson. Dante’s parents died about six months ago and he started living at his house. He wasn’t annoyed by it at all. Dante Karmichael was Devin’s best friend. They’ve known each other since they were three years old, right when they both started karate. They’ve been best friends ever since.

Devin raced upstairs and walked toward Dante’s room. He could hear the alarm clock beeping endlessly. He then opened the door and said “Wake up Picasso!”

Dante jolted out of his bed as if the room was on fire. He jolted so fast he knocked himself out of his bed. Devin snickered and said “Get dress, Mom’s making waffles,”

“Hmmm…. Belgium waffles?” he groaned out.

“Nope, just plain old American waffles. Hurry up; I don’t want my waffles getting cold because of you.”

Devin then took a final look around Dante’s room. Everywhere on the wall were sketches of Dante’s drawings. Devin keeps forgetting that Dante puts up at least three new ones a night. Dante can never stop drawing, painting, and/or sketching. Devin looked at the one Dante was working on last night, which was on his drawing stand. It was a painting of a war going on. It was set in the medieval times, with white armored knights slashing at other knights that had black metal armor. It looked like something out of a museum. Hopefully one day Dante can make a name for him and become a famous artist, thought Devin. If he doesn’t get into anymore trouble that is.

Dante went downstairs wearing darken jeans (stolen from Devin’s room, no doubt), an interesting graphic t-shirt, and a carmine leather jacket that once belonged to his father. The two things he always brings with him in his arms: a sketchbook and a drawing kit for the sketchbook. His backpack was already in the living room, homework finished and double checked. Dante ruffled with his dark hair, making it look messy and ‘unique’ he tells everyone, especially the cowlick on the right side of his forehead. Devin saw the mischievous look in Dante’s honey brown eyes and said “Use a freaking comb for once!” Dante chuckled and tapped Devin on the shoulder with his fist.

“So you boys ready for the homecoming dance? You boys must be bringing someone, right?” asked Devin’s Mom.

“I’m thinking about asking one of the girls in my art class to go with me, but Devin is too scared to ask a particular girl. Isn’t that right Devin?” said Dante while chewing one of his waffle pieces.

“Shut up Dante!” Devin hissed at Dante and looked down at his waffles, eating them silently.

“Oh honey you shouldn’t be afraid of asking anyone to a dance, handsome boy like yourself!” Devin’s Mom said to encourage him.

“Yeah whatever…” muttered Devin before he took another bite of his waffle.

“Who is he afraid to ask out Dante?” whispered Devin’s Mom.

“MOM!” snapped Devin.

Dante ignored him and said “Danielle Swifter. You remember her right? She came over here one time.”

Devin’s Mom face became ecstatic “Oh Devin you’ve known her for years! There’s nothing wrong asking a beautiful girl like her! Although I think she needs to change her hair color. Why not…”

“Oh leave the boy alone Helen!” said a man coming into the kitchen. It was Devin’s father (who likes to be called by Morgan for some reason). He was in his mechanic clothes on today. Morgan works at an auto sales workshop a couple blocks away. He’s a mechanic during the week and a salesman on the weekend.

“Devin will ask her to the dance whenever he seems comfortable, right son?” asked Morgan.

“Yeah, sure Morgan…” said Devin looking down at his waffles, using his fork to fiddle with them.

“You boys better get going! You might hit traffic if you don’t out of here soon”

Devin looked at the clock. It was forty-five minutes before they had to get to school. Why would Morgan think they would be late if we hit traffic for a twenty minute drive to school?

“Okay… let’s go Dante; we don’t want to be late.” said Devin going along with Morgan.

Dante took one big piece of his waffle, got his backpack and headed out the door saying “Bye Helen! Bye Morgan! See you tonight!” on his way out. Devin grabbed his backpack and went over to his Mom and gave her a kiss goodbye and waved to Morgan. “See you tonight Morgan.”

“Call me when you get out of school, got it young man?” instructed Morgan.

Devin nodded and was on his way out the door. Before he left Helen said Devin’s name and went over to him, her soft hands touching Devin’s face. “Devin sweetie… Don’t be afraid to do anything that seems right to you okay? Don’t be afraid of anything in general! Just be brave and not fear anything the world throws at you! Understand Devin?”

“Okay…?” Devin said confused if she was talking about asking Danielle out or talking about life in general. Helen smiled and gave Devin a kiss on the forehead and told him “Goodbye Devin…” and let him go out the door. Devin went over to Dante’s old used Ford and got in his car, with Dante waiting to hit the road. “You okay? You look like someone gave a riddle you can’t figure out.”

“No, no that’s not it. My Mom went all ‘life-lesson’ on me. It was a little unexpected…”

“Ah that’s how Mom’s are! Now let’s get to school so I can work on my painting before my class starts.”

“What are you painting anyways? When I went to get you yesterday it looked like a fire or something?” said Devin while Dante driving out into the road.

“I don’t know… I’m just going with the flow. I just pictured something burning but I just got to the flames so far. Who knows what it will turn out to be when I’m finished?” Dante said with a laugh at the end.

Dante turned on the radio and punk rock music was blasting throughout the car. Dante turned down the volume and said “Jeez Devin, Who are these guys you are listening to?”

“They call themselves ‘The Poet’s Pen’. They are pretty good and might make it big one day.”

“The Poet’s Pen eh? Those guys must be gay. No straight guys would call themselves that.”

“Really now? So what would straight guys call themselves then Dante?”

“I don’t know… ‘Bloody Knuckles’ would be a great band name!”

“Yeah, ‘cause Straight guys have to call themselves something violent or perverted right? They call themselves that because that’s what songwriters are: poets!”

“Whatever. So tell me, how come it’s so hard to ask Danielle, someone you’ve known for five years, to homecoming?”

Devin turned the music back up loudly, trying to ignore Dante’s question. Dante turned down the music back down and said “Come on Devin it can’t be that hard! You go up to her and start a conversation and say ‘By the way, you want to go to Homecoming with me?’ Simple as that!”

Devin just shrugged and said “Fear of rejection? Fear of losing a friend and making things awkward? The list goes on and on dude.”

Don’t be afraid to do anything that seems right to you okay? Don’t be afraid of anything in general! Just be brave and don’t fear anything the world throws at you! Understand Devin?

“You know what Dante? You’re right.” Said Devin with confidence.

Devin could see Dante’s eyes widened. “Excuse me? Did you just say ‘I’m right?’ ”

Devin nodded and said “Yeah, It is simple as that. All I got to do is ask her. It’s not like it’s going to be the end of the world if I don’t ask her right?”

“That’s what I’ve been telling you this whole time bro! About time you listen to m.” said Dante and sat back on the seat and they listened to The Poet’s Pen. They made it to Mystic High School a couple minutes after Devin getting his self-esteem up. They parked in the middle of the parking lot. Just as Dante parked his car and a new pick up truck came jolting in the spot next to them, with big buff guys whooping and yelling some kind of chant. Devin sighed. Not these guys again, thought Devin. Please let them not say anything to us…

Dante and Devin got out of the car and Devin pulled Dante closed to him. When his parents died a couple months ago people thought his parents were part of a cult when they found some kind of worship place in their basement, as if they were Satan worshippers. One kid, who just parked next to them, is very religious and a football jock to add gasoline to the fire.

The boys went out of the truck and immediately saw Dante and said “Hey Devil-boy! Talked to a Nazi lately?”

Dante stopped in his tracks, his eyes starting to flare. “Just let them talked and we can talk about this with the teachers okay?” Devin whispered to Dante to calm him down. Dante nodded and continued to walk.

“So what did you parents do for a living? Daddy raped little girls and then your mom slit their throats? Or was it mommy stealing the kids and daddy butcher them?” he yelled and his friends started to snicker at the comment. Dante then dropped his things, turned around, his face burning with rage, and sprinted after the boy. When Dante was at arm’s length with the boy, the boy swung his fist at him. Dante expected it so he ducked down did a swipe kick to his feet and the boy fell down to the ground. Dante quickly got up and put his foot on the boy’s neck, immobilizing him from getting up.

One of the boy’s teammates was about to attack Dante from the back but Devin was there to grab the teammate’s arm and put him a submission arm lock.

“You will not insult my parents anymore or I might just press my foot harder for you not to breathe… understand you piece of crap?” Dante threaten.

The boy nodded as best as he could, gagging at the same time. “That goes for all of you!” shouted Devin in the parking lot. They both let go of the jocks and walked back to their backpacks. The boy got up, massaging his neck. He saw all the people giggling at him, which made him angry. He then charged after Dante and Devin and was about to make a blow to Dante’s head. Devin saw him coming when he gave Dante a pat on the back. Devin grabbed the boys arm and flipped him over with the flick of his wrist. The boy fell to the ground, the wind knocked out of him. Devin looked at Dante, who had his head turned to see what Devin did, and smirked mischievously. They both walked toward the school courtyard, waiting for the school doors to open since their fifteen minutes early. That’s what happens when you mess with two fifth degree black-belts.

As they were waiting Dante was sitting down on a bench doing breathing exercises to calm him down. Ever since his parents died he has been getting into more and more fights. Before six months ago Dante barely used his fighting skills for his own personal gain. Now whenever Dante gets himself into trouble, Devin is right there backing him up, even when he shouldn’t be. But he had to… Devin was Dante’s only friend, so he had to be by his side no matter what. Devin and Dante have stuck together all their lives, and it will continue that way as long as they can.

Devin sat down next to him and was patted his back in comfort of calming down. “Forget those assholes. They just want a reaction from you, which you’re doing a great job on that part by the way.”

“What do you want me to do? Suck it up and take it? They’re talking about my parents who haven’t done a God damn thing to anyone! You of all people know that.” Said Dante through his teeth.

“That’s right; you and I know that. As long as we know that, their names will remain untainted! What anyone else says is just a lie! You remember that, got it?”

Dante’s breathing came down when Devin told him those words of acknowledgment. Dante nodded and said “Thanks man, you always had the philosophy in this friendship!” and made a small quiet laugh. He looked over to the parking lot and grinned wildly. “Oh Devin…. I think I see your future homecoming date getting out of that car!”

Devin looked at the direction Dante was looking and saw his ‘friend’ Danielle coming out of her father’s SUV. Today Danielle was wearing a mild purple shirt with a band only she and Devin know, skinny blue jeans, and neon colored shoes. To Dante, Danielle was pretty strange to him just by what she was wearing, but to Devin she was a girl that made him freeze in his tracks due to her beauty. Not only that, but Danielle had such kindness and a heart of gold that made Devin freeze the most. He didn’t know how he could compare to that. She fixed her brunette hair with blond highlights so it was swerving to the right. She then saw Devin and Dante, waved to them, and jogged over. Devin waved back with a big grin on his face, and Dante waved back with a not so excited face. She came over to Devin and gave him an affectionate hug. Devin hugged back and she said “Hey Devin! Did you listen to that CD I burned for you?”

“Yeah, The Bus Bench has such a unique sound! How did you find them?” Devin asked.

Danielle shrugged, put a big smile on and said “Would you believe I found their CD at the local guitar shop?”

Devin’s jaw opened in astonishment and said “You’re telling me these guys are a local band? I thought these guys were a huge hit on the internet or something! Wow.”

Danielle let out a happy sigh and said “You love it that I have a great taste in music, don’t you?”

Devin let out a nervous laugh and said “Of course!”

Dante made a purpose cough, and looked at Devin giving him a look that said ‘ask her already!’ Devin then took a deep breath and said “Listen Danielle…”

Danielle looked up to Devin, her eyes looking curious and giving an inviting smile to for him to ask the question. Devin didn’t know what was making him choke on his words, but he had enough will power to say “The homecoming dance is in a few weeks, and I was wondering if we could… you know…”

Danielle then smiled very brightly, hugged Devin very tightly, kissed him on the cheek and said “I thought you would never ask. Of course I will.”

“Okay then! We’ll talk more about the details later then?” said Devin, and as he did the bell rang. Danielle giggled joyfully and said “Sure, that work for me. See you in class Devin!” she then hugged and kissed him again on the cheek again and ran to her friends ready to give them the good news. Devin could feel his face frozen in astonishment. He looked down to Dante, and Dante just shrugged, raise his lip up a bit and said, “What did I say? All you got to do is ask! Now let’s get to class and do some masterpieces!”

“You’re the talented artist; I’m the guy who can only draw stick figures!”

Dante laughed not because Devin’s joke was funny, but because what Devin said was true. Dante has always been a great artist ever since he could pick up pencil. Some of his drawings look so real as if Dante seen it happened through his eyes.

The Other World: Introduction

mchlhffm — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 22:54:28 -0400

What if you found out that there was a world that you only seen in movies and novels? What if you found out you were part of that world, but part of a race that protects that world as a warrior who hones powerful magic?

Well two teenage brothers (by law, not blood) Devin and Dante find out that they are Nobleman, Warlock Warriors that can use magic by saying any word. Once their powers manifested, they entered a world filled with Demons, Werewolves, Vampires, and Elves just to name a few. By using their Words of Enchantment and mystical weapons, they embark on a cross country journey to protect the Real World they live in and the Supernatural World called “The Other World”, the world that mirrors the world they lived in where Supernatural creature reside in. They not only become warriors of incredible powers but detectives to solve unusual cases in the Other World, which turns into a dilemma that threatens both planes of existance

(Claimer: The story I will be presenting is the first part of a short story series I was working on, but thought this could be turned into a novel format. So the story you will see is a ‘origin story’ sort to speak. Either way, I hope you enjoy it and read it ~~religiously I hope you.)~~

The Ring of Two: Part 1

mchlhffm — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 22:48:00 -0400

The city of New York can be a place for many opportunities. Some people find their future; some people find their true love. Some people have a career; some people find a chance at a new life. For young Mitchell Wyatt, the city of New York was just a hellhole for him. Living in the dangerous part of Hell’s Kitchen has not always been easy for him, but he learned to keep his nose out of trouble. Every time a mugging or crime was happening in front of him, he just put his head down, and looked straight at his feet.

“Wake up, kid! Time to leave us alone!” is what Mitchell heard from his 24/7 drunk of a father every morning. Mitchell would drag himself out of bed everyday and put on some clothes he couldn’t tell were either washed with soap or cologne was sprayed on to it. He exits his room and entered the kitchen, where the air was filled with cigarette smoke and alcohol. His mother was sitting in the kitchen, smoking her 5th cigarette of the day and tugging up the clothing that is too revealing for a middle aged woman.

“Go make something for yourself, you worthless thrash,” said Mitchell’s mother, not even looking at him. He grabbed out frozen waffles and cooked them in the toaster. His father burped and yelled to Mitchell “Get me another beer!”

“Why don’t you get it yourself, you filthy piece of crap!” is what Mitchell wanted to say, but he didn’t want to get a black eye before he gets to school. So he grabbed the beer out of the fridge and gave it to his father. His father took the beer out of Mitchell’s hands, took a sip, and spat the beer back in his face.

“This beer is warm! Get me a cold one idiot!” hissed Mitchell’s father.

Mitchell just stood there his eyes blank; his hands curled into fists, simply nodded and went to get his father another beer.

He finished his breakfast waved goodbye to his mother and father, but instead of waving goodbye and saying, “Have a good day!” they simply grunted and continued to watch T.V.

Mitchell got outside of his apartment building, and checks his left pocket, he felt a cold metal object and grasped it, pulled it out a tiny bit, and saw it was his tazer. He let out a breath of relief, knowing he can defend himself if he gets in any trouble. He was walking down the street and saw many foul souls ready to wreak danger into the streets. Drug dealers, muggers, hookers, all these people started showing up when Brooklyn started buffing up law enforcement. Mitchell has been very lucky that he hasn’t been part of any of these sinful deeds these people do.

Mitchell made it school peacefully without anyone asking if he wanted to hit or if they “Want to party”. Mitchell’s day at school is just as bad as living with his parents. He goes through the hall with people pushing him knocking down his books, saying “Watch where you’re going, freak!” or “Oops, sorry about that stupid!” Every time he was bumped or his books knocked down or yelled at, he just looked down silently and picked up his books or continues to walk down the hall. Even his teachers treat him unkindly. Whenever one of his classmates would cause trouble behind the teacher’s back, they would somehow frame it on Mitchell and the teacher would send him to the principle’s office and get detention.

Luckily today everything was better than usual. Not fantastic, but better. He got his Backpack of books and was walking home until a gang of boys stopped him in his tracks. “Hey crap face, what’s new?” said the boy in front of him. The boy who was talking to Mitchell was much taller than him, so he was looking straight at his chest, as if he was deaf and didn’t hear what the boy said and was totally invisible to him. He walked around the gang of boys and continues to walk home, but the gang followed him.

“Where you going, Wyatt? You in hurry to get the crap kicked out of you by your dad? Or is Mommy gonna make you clean the laundry?” said the boy.

“If you excuse me Tommy, I believe I have some homework to do,” said Mitchell turning to the boy known as Tommy as he was walking. Mitchell then tripped on the curb and knocked down a wooden platform that had a man painting the building. The platform fell on Tommy, with paint splashing down all over his head. The whole gang was in awe at what happen to Tommy, while Tommy stood there, silent as owl in the late morning. He wiped the white paint off of his face, revealing his eye flaring with anger.

“You… are… so dead Wyatt…” he hissed slowly, and then yelled, “Get him!” and the gang of boys, who were bigger and stronger than Mitchell, sprinted toward him. Mitchell quickly turned away and lurched himself away from the gang of boys. Mitchell may have been smaller than the boys, but he was much faster than them. After a block of being chased by boys who looked as bloodthirsty as a pack of wolves, he quickly turned into a path of alleyways. The boys followed him into the alleyway, barely keeping up with Mitchell. Mitchell turned into another alley way and then with his keen eye and quick mind of escaping, turning into a back alley. He then hugged himself on the wall, praying the boys would past him. After hearing a couple of giant steps going past him, he heard silence. Mitchell slowly glanced into the alleyway; No one was in sight. He walked out into the alleyway, looking over his back seeing if Tommy or his friends were going to pounce at him. While walking in the alleyway a strange light caught his attention

Henry Carter and The Observer

mchlhffm — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 22:36:00 -0400

It was fifteen past 6, which made Sandra a half-hour late to see Henry at the Aroma Café. It was late afternoon and the sun was fading down in the trees, where barely any light was coming through. Henry was checking his phone since a minute ago, and no messages from Sandra of being late.

Henry and Sandra have been dating since they were in the midst of college, and hit it off since their first full conversation they had. Their first date, first kiss, and the first time they said “I love you” was the greatest moments he has had in a long time. He took something out of his jacket breast pocket, a small black box. He opened it, and what was revealed was a diamond ring, shining an orange ray with little of the sunlight left shining on it. He talked to his father about this decision and he told Henry “The Only way you know is when you’re ready is when you want to be totally selfless, never thinking about yourself but of her”

Henry always had thought of her, in every way possible.

He slightly put his head up, and saw Sandra walking through inside the door. Frantic, he quickly closed the box and put it back in his breast pocket. He signaled her and Sandra saw it, where her eyes lifted from some kind of trance. He began to walk over to her. He kissed and hugged her, then looked into her eyes, and something didn’t see right when he looked into them. They were not the same bright glow he used to see everyday. He raised his eyebrow. “Is something the matter Sandra?”

Just then Henry could feel Sandra’s spirits dropped down. Her arms felt weak, and he could sense something was wrong. “I need to tell you something Henry…”

“What is it? Is something wrong?” he asked. He motioned Sandra to sit down at the nearest table. They both sit down, and Henry tried to grab her hand for comfort, but she pulled her hand back. Henry didn’t like this at all.

“I’m so sorry Henry…” Sandra began. She had her head down, her voice gloomy. “I know we have been together for years, but these last few months haven’t been what it usually has. You been so fixated on this book you’ve been writing, having to give up your job because of it and well, you haven’t been the same.”

“What are you trying to say here Sandra?” said Henry, his voice anxious.

“To the point, I see. Fine I’ll just drop the bombshell then. I’ve been seeing another man Henry. One that can support me and make sure we can work out also financially. I can no longer be you with Henry, Goodbye”

That was all she said to Henry, and then she walked right out of the Café and entered in the passenger seat of a high priced car, where a man with slicked back hair wearing also a high priced suit. The Car drove off, leaving Henry in the Café, holding onto his chest, where the black box was.

It was now twilight, and Henry was walking down the streets of the city, sulking grimly. He could not believe what had just happened. The woman he had fell in love with, couldn’t live a life with him with just love. She needed someone who had more than one suit and an expensive car, living in a penthouse condo. She needed someone with money.

I am going to have money, thought Henry. I just need to finish my novel, and I’ll have enough money to have two condos.

As many times Henry thought about that scenario, he knew it was slim to none chance his novel will be a New York Times Bestseller. You needed a book with great characters, thrilling conflicts, and great moral. All he wrote so far was a man down on his luck met the love of his life. That would be a great bestseller, if he just got a good plot to go with their love, then he would be in business.

But now he knew how the man in his novel felt, down on his luck with nothing he had to live for. He had no future, no love, and soon no place to live. Henry is ready to just go back home and work for his father’s auto shop.

“Hello there, kind gentleman,” said a voice from behind Henry.

Henry turned around and saw a man in a brown trench coat over a black suit, wearing a black bowler hat with a white band going around it. He looked a little younger than his father, but still older than Henry. His facial features were round, his cheeks and chin, with a small stubby nose. He wore a faded brown mustache, almost hiding his upper lip. He also had a very long black cane with the head the shape of a lion. Henry had never seen such a character, one with such a strange vibe.

“Hello, do I know you?” Henry asked.

“No, not yet that is. You my good man, look like a man down on his luck.” he said with such formality.

Henry gave a crooked frown, and said, “You can say that. Women problems. I think you can fill in the rest.”

The man raised his head and nodded “Yes, yes, the women you loved, the one you were about to propose to left you for a man that can support her. Correct?”

Henry’s face lit up, but in surprise. “How did you know about that? Who are you?”

The man raised his hand to calm Henry down. “Now, now, my good man. You don’t have to worry. They call me by many names, but the one I am known best for is The Observer. I have been watching you Henry Carter, and I’m offering to give you another chance at what you just lost.”

Henry turned his head in confusion. Who is this man? What did mean by giving him another chance at what he just lost?

“What are you talking about?” he asked, in an undetermined tone.

The Observer smiled and said, “Come with me kind sir, and I’ll explain everything” and he walked into the Alley he was standing behind.