ROD Readers On Deadline #7 at the Deadline Dames

The Loneliness Within

As I viewed my surroundings, I couldn't believe this was the sum of my existence. My world had come to it's ending. They're coming; I knew it was only a matter of time, maybe minutes.

I opened my journal, put down today's date, October 31st, my birth date has become my death date.


Dear Diary,

This will be my last entry. I can sense them. I know they're coming....very soon now. I don't want to die, but death is better than what they want; what they'll do to me.

I will not let them take my soul, drink my life, become who I once was. I want to hide, but where, I'm so tired of running.


A few tears leak from my eyes, I hate it when I act like a girl.

I close my journal, bring the syringe to my vein. I prick the skin and feel the needle sliding into my vein. I ready myself to push the plunger, to escape this life and to hope for the next. A bright white light streams through the window blinding my eyes. A hand I know well reaches in and grabs the syringe. It jerks the needle and tears the skin. A droplet of the reddest blood forms, ready to burst. It's too soon, I'm too late.

“Thank God I found you......”

My nightmare had begun.


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They Only Come Out At Night

Susan stared at the Mini parked in front of the apartment. She'd definitely seen better and worst unfortunately. Now was time to move, before the truly scary things came out for the night.

"Jill, we need to go." Susan yelled down the hall. Her preternatural senses were screaming; the full moon was coming. They should have been gone by now.

She paced, afraid if she'd stopped her beast would take over, ripping her body apart. She knew what was coming, but that didn't make it any better.

"Jill, damn it, we need to leave now." Susan stormed into the bedroom and stopped dead in her tracks. Her best friend lay as if a sleep, but her eyes were wide open staring sightlessly at the pocked marked ceiling. Fresh wounds marked her body, blood still dripped. What the hell was going on! She raced to the car, slamming the door, engaging the locks.

She felt a breath caress her neck, making her beast roar. And then it was too late. She was in it's embrace and there would be no escape, not this time.


I wasn't going to enter this month at the Deadline Dames (entry due Wednesday 9-16-09), when I first looked at the picture, it didn't hold my attention. The picture was a little too much like reality and I like to deal in fantasy. But, I went back to check it out one last time, and I felt the emptiness of the picture, the loneliness. The first attempt entry..... I think I like this entry, it could lead in many directions. Who is the owner of this mystery hand? Is she psychotic or is this her reality? Is it a good thing or a bad thing? Then I came back again later, and discovered this new line and I like it too. What's her beast? Who's in the car? Can she escape? Is it herself? Pondering many lines.....


I was saddened today to learn of the passing of Patrick Swayze. His body moved with such fluidity and strength, he made my heart throb. Watch as Jennifer Grey moves into his arms and swirling across the floor. In the final screen she leaps into his arms, he catches her and lifts then slowly lowers her to his body, showing the power and control within his body.

Dirty Dancing, 1987


Dirty Dancing -


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Hugs to everyone!