Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

How much were you paid in your last job?

Posted on: 2012-07-16 by Guest

An old building. A book, large, bound in black leather, stiffened with age, heavy and thick. Realization. He must not have the book. He is evil. He is wickedness. For humanity, for our world, he must not have the book. And yet it is his, part of him. Family does not take me seriously. I scream, WE MUST FLEE! Get in my car, convince father to come. We Drive, and drive, anywhere. Men in dirty black furs and leather, black haired, angry, and bearing cruel, ancient steel weapons, axes, swords, no shields. They emerge from the side of the highway. I swerve to avoid them when I can, but they strike the car, hurling their bodies at it, completely unconcerned with thgeir own lives or the danger. A solid axe strike to the winshield shatters it. I am in the place I found the book. There, attached to the wall, bound by strands of acid spiderweb thick as cord, is a woman. She is naked, and her face is beauty and pain and sadness. Her body, what can be seen through the webbing, is criss-crossed with angry red welts, as though the webs burn as they imprison. I reach out, to tear the webbing away, to free her. she sadly shakes her head, and I know it is futile. He is coming. We must flee. WE MUST FLEE! Yet she is suffering, and I know her, she is I, if he captures me. I ask my father for the small, tiny knife I know he carries. I bring out the blade, and look her in the eye. She knows what I offer is a different kind of freedom. She gives a tiny nod, but it is the fear and gratitude in her eyes that tell me she is ready. Tearing at my soul, I grasp her hair. Roughly, I yank up. Without hesitation I draw the blade across her throat, as hard and sure as I can. It is a small blade, but sharp and my hand is steady. It has taken too long. He is there, and backing away I try to strike him with the knife. But it is a cross. A rosary from the Vatican. A gift from Craig. I strike him with a rosary, which burns and flings him away, his arm hurt, cut but not deeply. My sister will not believe me. Even my Father, who has seen strange men in black furs emerge and hurl themselves against the racing car, is confused. Craig is over. He believes. We flee in the car, but my father has forgotten the Book! It is at the house. We return to get it. My father has a car with no frame, like a jeep. Something incredibly fuel efficient. We will take that. I insist on driving, he accepts readily. But it is difficult to start, and my family's lack of belief, lack of fear has already delayed me. My father takes a moment to gloat, to explain the trick to starting the car. It is too much. There, in the passenger seat, is him. I know that Cruel, beardless chin. Those piercing brown eyes, so brown they are almost black in black. His hands are large, and his expression one of infinite evil. I gaze into his eyes, full of terror and resignation. Death would be better than capture, and briefly I wonder if I can find a way to die. I cannot. "So, this is the one who flees?" I nod, and offer him my wrists together, to bind or to cut. I am defeated. "Ha! He is no more than a gamer. He fled because he could do not other. And a good little rabbit, too. Led me on quite the chase. Do you know what will happen to you, little rabbit?" I know. I will suffer endlessly. I will have horrors without ending. If I cam lucky, he will eventually destroy me. "No, no luck. I will use you in dark rituals that will bind your soul to demons and you will be in endless hell. But first, you will serve me. Your fear is delicious, and you understand your place completely." We are in his place. It is cold stone and the smell of blood is there. I do whatever I can for my master. I fear the inevitable day of my endless torment, but... I am good at service. I am eager for his commands, and run to complete them. He has an apprentice, another servant, younger than I. But that boy does not understand quickly, and makes me seem more competent in contrast. He has two beautiful women servants. One hair blond as the sun, the other black as the night sky. The Blond is foolish and morally bankrupt, she serves not out of fear but a lust for power. The dark haired one is my ally. She tells me how he thinks, what he is like. She shares secret information. He is impressed with me. I have begun to help in the dark rituals. I have no hesitation, knowing that any day I may begin to suffer eternally, I commit blasphemy's with no doubt or guilt. I am also a natural... christopherleecruz@gmail.com for more



Posted on: 2012-06-30 by Guest

I dreamed I was a tiger. It was great.

Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

How many weeks' holiday a year are there?



Posted on: 2013-05-15 by Guest

I've had this dream several time. I am standing on an arch (the mesa verde arch) at either sunrise or sunset. Then as I am peering over the edge I decide to jump off, for what seems to be no reason at all. Then I start to regret my decision (Who would've thought?) and I look back up to where I jumped off to see that I am dragging all my family down with me. Then the dream ends... What does this mean?

Posted on: 2015-04-30 by Guest

Not in at the moment

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

What qualifications have you got?



Posted on: 2015-06-09 by Guest

A law firm

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

How many more years do you have to go?

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

I'm sorry, I'm not interested

Posted on: 2015-11-28 by Guest

i had a dream where i was in this game and the game was that the ground would tilt down and open and if you werent carfull and diddnt hold onto the ropes or edges u would fall to your death, i think this was a lucid dream because not once did i die and i could control what i was doing, instead of pushing people off i would help them after a while the game became harder tilting the other way unexpectedly, then lava on the floor near the end of my dream i got burned but diddnt die. i won the game every time, i have this dream often, there is another game dream i had would u like me to share?

Posted on: 2015-03-19 by Guest

I had a dream last night that I was fighting in a war. I killing a lot of people and wasn't even thinking about it. At one point, the dream took a turn and I ended up on top of a cliff looking over a lake with a big fence around it. Inside the fence were a heard of deer. I started shooting at the fence and made the deer move closer to me, then I started killing the deer. I somehow found myself at the bottom of the cliff and there was a curved dagger like knife next to me. I took the knife, and I remember thinking that I was tired of all the fighting and killing and wanted to die. I tried to stab myself in the chest but it didn't work. I think there might have been someone else there because I remember the phrase Try again or try harder being said to me. I was then able to shove the knife into my chest. It didn't really hurt, more like a heavy pressure on my chest. I kind remember thinking that if I wanted the blood to flow I needed to pull the knife out. I did and then remember lying on the ground watching the blood flow out of the wound. I didn't die though. Instead, I just remember closing my eyes. That was when I woke up. Except When I woke up, I could still feel the wound on my chest, except It wasn't fresh, just a scabbed over scar like thing. I can still feel the pressure right now and it's been almost 6 hours since. I can't get the feeling of stabbing myself out of my mind.

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

A law firm

Posted on: 2015-06-08 by Guest

I work for a publishers

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

Best Site Good Work

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

I'd like to order some foreign currency

Posted on: 2013-03-31 by Guest

Found myself in an NHS (UK) hospital today, they didnt seem to think I was in the wrong place - I was not so sure, what dept is this? oberdisrisruse - came the answer facscinating - I said and started to jot it down on a scrap of paper - whats that? its where people go who dont like to expose their bottoms to their partners! your kidding - what the heck am i doing here? look around I looked around there were men in white coats walking around officiously and fast - with clipboards lots of filing cabinets - and mostly women laying down in beds - with female nurses bending over them - talking - nothing odd about that. Then - looking more carefully i could just make out - since they were bending toward me - that the nurses had bare bottoms!! wow - that an interesting therapy - I wonder how they justify that - I thought? looking harder still - I could see there could be something freaky about the nurses bottoms - one was really skinny, another funnily fat. Then a doctor came over to me - saw my note on paper - and said no - its obAr-dis-ris-ruse - with an A. then i woke up! so thats how I know Now Google it! :-)

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

Some First Class stamps

Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

I've got a part-time job

Posted on: 2016-02-28 by Raegan

Last night I was at a sleepover. My friend Miranda told me, "Follow me, Ally. Follow me to a nice place. Far away." (Let me just say my name is NOT Ally). So I followed her. She led me to a portal looking thing, and she stepped through. So I did too. I was now in a magical forest, filled with Goblins, Fairies, Trolls and Dwarfs. Miranda had disappeared. I walked a while and found a small cottage. I walked inside. My ex friend sat on one end, but she was an angel. My best friend sat at the other, but she was a devil. I looked at them. Angel says, "You have to go back. Save yourself from this." Devil says, "No, nonsense, stay. Come a little closer..." I ran away IMD.

Posted on: 2015-05-10 by Guest

in my dream i was swimming with my friends a nurse came and said i was pragent idmedly i was in lobour after labour i had a baby girl who was like half owl i lothed her we went to rainbows end and she transformed into a cuthe baby then she was a full owl i dropped her(we were on the pirite ship i was on the side)od the swinging ship i cried because i had grew atached to her when i was of the ride i went to the spot where she fell her head was ripped of there was a note berside it saying dont judge a book by its cover a nurse came and said i was pragent and it started again

Posted on: 2015-06-09 by Guest

Could you tell me my balance, please?

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

I was born in Australia but grew up in England

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

in my dream i saw a girl. she give me her mobile number throwing to writing on blackboard.

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

What do you study?