The Mob in KC
Category: Writing and Poetry

So, I'm doing research for a project that had been kicking me since I read Casino years ago. The mob presence in KC. Wouldn't that be a fabulous book? I think it would. Especially told by snarky, mobster loving me.

The Family, The Outfit, they all represent a way of life that seems to have had its glory and passed. I miss the days of elegant brutality and honor. When gangsters were really gangsters. And when they went to prison, they weren't snivelling bitches. A code of silence meant something. Oh yeah, and a shitload of money.

It's a way of life that I could have settled into happily. All but for the girlfriend night. Nope. Couldn't do it. That bitch would be in a hole in the desert...I mean, was that out loud? My apologies.

Anyway, one of our very own bosses here in KC was one of the first names in the Black Book in Vegas. And his relation, he's in there too, as late as 2007! I think that's just cool as shit. I'm very excited.

Though it seems with the heyday of the mob over, that other groups have moved in and taken control of their interests and we are NOT the better for it. Sigh.

I don't have a title yet, but the whole thing makes me wonder if that's why so many of the mobsters when they had to do federal time were sent here to Leavenworth?

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The Red Light District!
Category: Writing and Poetry

Welcome to my streetcorner, and yeah, it's my corner. I'll tear up a... Wait, oh yeah. You guys were invited. *grin*

I'm one of those freelancers. Ain't got no pimp, so I gotta do it myself.

(Yes, I know, "ain't got no" is completely incorrect, but appropriate.) Anyway, so I'm shamelessly self-pimping my custom erotica. Specifically designed fantasy just for you. I can create *anything you desire, with you as the star, or maybe that certain something that has been your "button" for so long... Better yet, this girl doesn't talk. Privacy isn't just a promise, it's part of the service.

How does it work? You choose the length and style you'd like, of the story darlings, we're not quite ready for the gutter just yet. Fill out a simple form and in seven days, I will customize your fantasty. 

Half my fee is due when I begin, the other half on reciept. I accept only paypal. (great buyer protection).

Email me blackenedquill@aol.com for a fee schedule or any questions.

*Here's the fine print, dollfaces. If you ask me to write fantasies involving participants younger than the age 18, I will slap you in the chin with my metaphorical dick. Otherwise, yes, ANYTHING else that causes your brain and nether bits to clench at the same time...

Now, we're ready! Let's see what you've got!

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Fallen Angel Reviews The Binding

Hey all! I just found out I got a lovely review for The Binding over at Fallen Angel Reviews! Here's the linky! http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/2008/July/ChrisP-TheBinding.htm

I'm thrilled!

Thanks to Chris who took the time to read and write a review! You're a doll!

Edited: Let's try this again. I deleted the extra space...hopefully, it's working now.

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The Douchiest Phone Message In History - Dmitri

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acERZQIAjUk

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You’ve Got To Be Kidding Me
Category: Life

So, I'm trying really hard not to freak out. My oldest daughter started her period today. *big gulp*

I know it's normal and natural and blah blah blah, but my baby is only 10. She's still just a baby herself and now she holds the power to give life in her body. She's not responsible enough to stay home by herself or use the stove... (Sadly, the 7 year old is...she's a bit more down to earth.)

We went shopping for supplies when I got off work. She was only a little embarrassed, which is good.

I just bought her first bra last week. Does all this shit happen in the same month? Dear gods. Sigh.

I didn't cry. She thought I was going to. I think she was relieved that I didn't. I was calm, controlled, and very correct. Now that she's in bed, I am feeling free to freak the ever loving fuck out.

I blame the hormones in milk. I didn't get her on the hromone free quite quick enough.

Damn it.

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Absolution
Current mood: curious
Category: Writing and Poetry

New poetry. Yeah. Haven’t done that in awhile. :) I’m actually fairly pleased with this piece. Let me know what you think.

Absolution

Skies black and dark; shift gravid with the storm,

With heaven ready to split and pour her tears down in the rain

It is the salt of absolution that swells the raging currents.

With eyes closed and lips parted, there is taste

Seeking forgiveness from yet unknown sins

Though their images burn me wholly.

A mouth tender and bruised from things only dreamed,

Flesh hot and pliant from the same

With only a casual touch for a prophet.

Though, in that dark part of the night when sleep is tender

There is the molten rush of skin to skin

Slick and hot, reality and desire heavy with expectation.

Whispers carried on the anonymity of secret breezes

Relieving the scorched alabaster of wanting flesh

Igniting it again, the Alpha and Omega.

Demands and pleas in a faerie dance of need

Braided like the hair of the maiden in the tower

Cast down for her prince to find.

In dreams, even, he is no prince.

Just a man, only a man; flesh and bone.

A man whose touch burns with a fire that feeds on itself even as it consumes me.

The heart yearns for him to know the same fire,

Flesh isn’t as demanding, as tears and sweat taste the same.

Both; their own absolution.

2008 Saranna DeWylde 

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Shroud Magazine Flash Fiction Contest
Category: Writing and Poetry

I got a fantastic email this morning. I won the flash fiction contest! My bit of flash, The White is going to be in the March/April issue of Shroud. (Really cool mag, you guys should check it out!) 

www.myspace.com/shroudmag

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It was a great experience, I had a lot of fun. Congrats to the other authors chosen for the issue!

1.  The Devil Calls, by John P. Wilson
2.  Entombed, by Sheldon Higdon
3.  Snowbound, by Brian J. Hatcher
4.  Crunch, by R. Scott McCoy
5.  You must be Starving, by Terrie Czechowski

With those titles, how can you resist? *grin* I can't wait to read them!

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War-Witch
Category: Writing and Poetry

Forgiveness and Redemption are sour on my tongue

Because mine is the voice that calls to arms

It is my banner under which warriors gather

I am the War-Witch.

Cross me and burn, hanging high for the crows

They'll take your eyes and your lips

Lethe's Stream will not be that forgetting draught

Those things left secret ringing eternal.

Power flows in red currant, sweet and dark

Rich and decadent through my veins

Invoked through the mark on my arm

Those eyes watching my back

Tending my hearth and my young

Seeking that which is the strongest

The most fit of all warriors

I am the Mother.

The vessel that is wise in all things, the Crone.

Arcane knowledge and magicks

Like blood and consciousness

From my cool lips.

Call down to power, to this body, the Morrigan.

She walks among us, a servant to her own might

I seek to serve, to rule, to shape fate like clay.

The mark of the Raven, her kiss upon my brow.

Her gifts abound, this invocation; incantation

Struck true and proud amid the dark and the mist

A pact sealed by lips hot with vengeance, swollen from mating

And bruised from singing the thread of the world.

Copyright 2008 Saranna DeWylde

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Seraphim Fall
Category: Writing and Poetry

Seraphim Fall

Fingertips are razorblades, ghosting down pale skin;

Peeling away the alabaster, slicing through blue marble

Effortlessly with whispering sighs.

Arching into that damnation, seeking that which is the angel's fall

Carefully molded sculpture burns for its own destruction;

Yearns for that which is the end of all things.

Every touch, every burn one step closer

That abysmal maw yawning wider and more hungry

In the echoing pitch.

She spreads her arms like swan wings

White and downy, stark in the moonlight

Yet a blacker shadow as above, so below.

Hair whipping behind her, this seraphim of sin

Eyes luminous like twin stars

Overfilling their cups of sorrow and wrath.

Well-kissed lips curve in a scimitar

And cobwebbed lace billows stark against the velvet night

To drift eternal in the black sea.

She surrenders to her fall,

Steps from the ledge in her ballerina shoes

Ribbons pink and fluttering.

Down the rabbit hole, down into the pit

Down into the dark, to the burned promises

To the mouth that whispers heated breath on her throat.

To the touch that flays her open

The kiss that leaves her bleeding

And the ebony heart that loves at last.

Copyright 2008 Saranna DeWylde

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Tell me...
Category: Friends

2007 was an experiment in fuckery. I hope 2008 is better. And not to be all doom and gloom either. There's lots to be happy about, thankful for. I know lately, my blogs have been downers. But this one isn't about me. It's about you. About my friends.

I want to hear what everyone hopes for in 2008. I want to know your plans, your promises... not resolutions, because no one keeps those anyway. But your dreams. Hopes. The wispy things that make you warm...

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