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Free Read: Stop me before I kill again

By Kensana Darnell

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell” ~Oscar ~Oscar Wilde~

 

Her horrified eyes stare back at me from beneath the murky waters.

With my hands tightly around her throat, she struggles. I hear her screams, intermitted between the gurgling water rushing past her lips.

I feel the blast of excitement electrifying my brain and fraying my emotions, igniting the sexually tormented demon inside me.

He likes this—no loves it. He is the part of me, the half that frightens my soul. He, is the part of me, I cannot stop—no matter how hard I try.

I look into my victim’s horror-stricken expression, I feel for her. I slightly release my grip, allowing her water filled lungs to seek refuge in the night air floating above.

“Please–” she gasped.

I didn’t respond. I only stared back at her, waiting for him to respond.

She rises to her feet, taking to the woods in a panicked disoriented run.

Again, I waited for the orders from within.

Get her!

Like a dog following the commands of its master, I leapt to my feet in pursuit of the woman. She wouldn’t get far, he’d made me take her shoes and clothing away. That’s how he liked to keep them.

She’s screaming.

Don’t let her get away!

I picked up speed to close the gap between the woman and myself. Mad laughter exploding inside my head, as I reached for her hair, forcing her to the ground. Crawling closer, I straddled her torso, pinning her naked body to the ground.

“Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone.”

Her whimpering pleas, drilling deeply into my skull.

Kill her!

“Shut up. I won’t do it!”

Do it! Do it now!

I have to shut him up. I want…no I need him to stop talking.

I pull the blade from my jacket, its long blade shimmering in the moonlight, casting a reflection of light across the girl’s face.

Taking the knife in both hands, I hold it over my head. She’s screaming again.

Now!

The blade plunges into her chest, and blood spatters across my face as I turn the blade to open the wound.

Bloody sputum, dribbles down her cheek.

Silence. The voice is quiet. The demon has been satiated once more. How long until he speaks to me again? When will he demand another life to fulfill his pleasure?

Sirens.

I hear them speeding closer. Her screams. Someone must have heard.

Run.

I hear the voice trying to save me—try to save himself.

Run.

Should I flee? I can see the glimmer of red and blue lights now.

Run!

I pull the knife from her chest, and get to my feet. I know these woods like the back of my hands, getting to my car isn’t a problem. I break the wood line running at top speed. Safe behind the wheel, I watch the beams of light from the officer’s flashlights streak through the trees.

I put the car into reverse, making sure to leave the headlights off. I pull onto the road, switching them on only after I’m sure my freedom is safely is within reach. Looking down at the brightly lit fuel gage, I realize the car needs gas. I roll into an old mom and pop service station and begin to fill the tank as a royal blue beetle glides in at the pump opposite mine.

A young brunette climbs out of the car. She glances in my direction and smiles. “Hi.”

“Hello.” I reply. I watch her in the reflection of my car window. The way she brushes away the hair from the nape of her neck, every time the breeze blows. The curve of her long shapely legs, the crest of her breast, rising and falling beneath the cropped top she wore, called to it. My palms sweaty, heart is pounding, and then I hear him.

I want her.

“No.” I whisper.

Take her for me.

My head is pounding. I quickly climb back into the car.

I want her!

I don’t know how much longer I can resist him. I stare out of the car, my view falls on the girl once more. I can’t breathe.

“Oh God,” I pray, “please stop me, before I kill again.”

Happy Mother’s Day!

Dear Lord
Author: Unknown
Dear Lord, it’s such a hectic day
With little time to stop and pray
For life’s been anything but calm
Since You called on me to be a mom
Running errands, matching socks
Building dreams with building blocks
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose
Fitting lids on bottled bugs
Wiping tears and giving hugs
A stack of last weeks mail to read
So where’s the quiet time I need?
Yet when I steal a minute, Lord
Just at the sink or ironing board
To ask the blessings of Your grace
I see then, in my small one’s face
That you have blessed me
All the while
And I stop to kiss
That precious smile

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

In Mexico, Cinco de Mayo celebrates Mexico’s victory over French forces in 1862.

In the United States, Cinco de Mayo is an excuse to enjoy the great foods and drinks that the Mexican heritage has given us. Any reason to party, is a  good enough for us.

Now if you’re partying at home and having friends over, you have to pull out the fresh goods, and make some guacamole. Because good friends, don’t serve store bought guacamole to their friends. That’s just wrong.

To help you out, here’s a great recipe for guacamole and a fantastic margarita. I hope you enjoy them both. Remember it is Thursday, and tomorrow is a work day for most, so enjoy in moderation.

Guacamole

Total time: 10 minutes
Servings: Makes 2 cups
Note: Molcajetes, lava stone mortar and pestles, are widely available at Latino markets and selected cookware stores.
2 heaping tablespoons finely chopped white onion
3 serrano chiles, seeded and finely chopped
4 heaping tablespoons roughly chopped cilantro plus cilantro leaves with little stems for garnish
3/4 teaspoon salt or to taste
3 large avocados or 4 small avocados
4 ounces ripe tomatoes, finely chopped (about 2/3 cup)
1 tablespoon freshly squeezed lime juice
1. In a molcajete, grind together the onions, chiles, chopped cilantro and salt to a paste.
2. Cut the avocados into halves, remove the pits and spoon the flesh into the molcajete. Mash the avocado into the onion-chile mixture until it is a uniform texture, but not smooth (it should still have some lumps).
3. Stir in the tomatoes and lime juice, adjust the seasoning and top with the cilantro leaves.
Each tablespoon: 36 calories; 0 protein; 2 grams carbohydrates; 2 grams fiber; 3 grams fat; 0 saturated fat; 0 cholesterol; 57 mg. sodium.

Frozen Mango Margarita

1.5 oz. Cuervo Especial Gold (25 oz. per bottle)

3 oz. Jose Cuervo Lime Margarita Mix

1 cup(s) mangos

1.5 tablespoon(s) sugar

4 oz. crushed ice

1 lime wedge  

Drink Recipe Preparation:

• Rub rim of a margarita glass with half a lime and dip into sugar.
• Add Cuervo Especial Gold, lime margarita mix, diced and peeled mangos, and crushed ice.
• Mix in blender until smooth.
• Pour into the glass.
• Garnish with lime wedge.

Osama Bin Laden Dead

 

Hiding out in the mountainous regions along the Pakistan-Afghanistan border, just wasn’t enough. Sources say, the U.S. has possession of his body.

Two senior counterterrorism officials confirmed to the Associated Press that bin Laden was killed in Pakistan last week. One said bin Laden was killed in a ground operation, not by a Predator drone. Both said the operation was based on U.S. intelligence, and both said the U.S. is in possession of bin Laden’s body.

We all remember where we were on 9/11, when we heard the news. I was actually packing to move into my brand new home, my husband and I had built. I remember, standing in the kitchen, almost dropping a glass I was wrapping when the first plane struck. It’s hard to forget crying for the people who were killed, and their families. The memory of explaining to my daughters that evening what had happened. As an American, that day hit me hard. As a veteran, I understood the President’s reaction to it, and felt something had to be done.

So, here we are, 1 May, 2011. America has received the news it has been waiting ten years to hear.  Where were you on 9/11? What’s your opinion on today’s news? 

Because we all need to laugh…

I really don’t need to say anything, I think this video says it all.

English Teacher Harassed For Being Erotica Author

A review of Joanna Trollope’s Daughters-in-Law

As Anthony and Rachel Brinkley welcome their third daughter-in-law to the family, they don’t quite realize the profound shift that is about to take place. For different reasons, the Brinkleys’ two previous daughters-in-law hadn’t been able to resist Rachel’s maternal control and Anthony’s gentle charm and had settled into their husbands’ family without rocking the boat.

But Charlotte—very young, very beautiful, and spoiled—has no intention of falling into step with the Brinkleys and wants to establish her own household. Soon Rachel’s sons begin to think of their own houses as home and of their mother’s house as simply the place where their parents live—a necessary and inevitable shift of loyalties that threatens Rachel’s sense of herself, breaks Anthony’s heart, and causes unexpected consequences in all the marriages. Then a crisis brings these changes to the surface, and everyone has to learn what family love means all over again.

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Rachel and Anthony have three sons, all so very different, as are their wives. Edward, the eldest, is married to Sigrid. A Scandinavian woman who has bore him a daughter. There life seems perfect and orderly. They’d introduced their middle son, Ralph, to his wife Petra. She’d been a student in Anthony’s art class. The two have two sons, whose care seems to fall mainly on Petra’s shoulders. Their youngest, Luke, is ready to take a bride of his own. However, Charlotte isn’t quite the fit to the family as their previous daughter-in-laws. Rachel is a mother who takes pride in being the nexus of her family, and for her, this new addition to the family proves to be a somewhat difficult transition.

As with many families what appears on the outside, is only a façade of what is just below the service. Secrets, among the couples, are heading to a boiling point and the structures of the family are being tested, especially Rachel’s role as head of every family. The final blow come on the tail of financial difficulties for one of the sons. Rachel sees this as a problem for the entire family and of course another opportunity for her to fix things. This seems to be the moment the family needed to get real with one another.

This is the first of Joanna Trollope‘s books that I’ve read and once again, I have found another author to add to my list of favs. Her new book, Daughters In-Law, covers an array of emotion that I’m sure have been felt by every married woman with in-laws during some time in their marriage.

I found Trollope’s ability to show each character’s side of the story enlightening. She successfully weaves the lives of her characters into a tight little package, reflecting how they all influence each other’s outcome as well as their own. I really enjoyed the story and I’m sure others will too.

A great lounging on the beach, while sipping on a Pina Colada while a summer breeze blows through your hair, read. Go out and get it now for your summer reading list.

Posting every week in 2011!

So I’ve decided that I’m going to blog more this year. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now. I will be posting on this blog at least once a week for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read our blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way. One way or another, I’ll begin to post on a more regular basis.

Here’s to blogging in 2011!

Kensana

So I’ve hit the mother of all writer’s block (41Weeks and 2 days)

What now? I’ve had blocks before, but this one…this one has taken over my life!

I’ve come to the realization that the year 2009 kicked my ass.  I did spend nine months of it pregnant. The last of which I spent on bed rest. 

Then 2010 came in. Starting the new year with  a teenager graduating. another teenager venturing into a new high, and moving into a new home just two weeks after the birth of our new baby. Later, I had to learn all over again how to leave a new baby with a stranger and head back to work. During this time…let’s just say the writing wasn’t happening.  Yes, it was a rough year.

So, the block has been with me for almost a year now. Yup, I didn’t studder. Now I have to admit I’ve written some things here and there, but between eight hours at the office and taking care of my family duties, I just can’t seem to find the flow to put the finish on anything. So what can I do? 

Not being one for New Year’s resolutions, I’m going to try a little exercise. I plan to begin writing short entries at least every other day somewhere on the web. I have a few different places I’ll post, Facebook, my blog, Twitter, Formulations of my Mind blog and of course the Playground. Hopefully something will spark and I’ll get back on the proverbial horse again.

Come find me and leave a comment. There will be gifts along the way, so be sure to comment. Besides, I could really use the supportive boost.

Ready, set, go!

Memorial Day

May we never forget the soldiers of the past, who’s shoulders this great country stands upon. Alway remember the soldiers of the present who guard our borders, keeping us safe for enemies both foreign and domestic. Think about the soldier of the future, for they will usher this country into the next era of our right to belive and be forever free.

To those who serve before me, beside me and to come, thank you for all you do and continue to do, without question.

~Kensana

Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day from the Playground.