Vid & Sam Prince
favorite color: purple
Assignment 6: Doll
Why won't you play with me?
I waited for you in my doll house, but you never came. You left me to collect dust in your window pane. I watched you from afar. I watched you kiss that boy. Why did it all fall apart?
Why won't you play with me?
Why did you have to grow old?
I didn't change. My porcelain skin remained the same. You replaced me with gadgets. Replaced me with flesh and lust. I thought I was the one you could trust.
Why won't you play with me?
I'm here now in your arms. Now you won't play with me. Did I do something wrong?
Throw my lifeless limbs into the trash. Discard away the memories we once had.
Well, I'm alive now. Alive to take you away. Take you to this palace where you will stay.
Dress you up and make you clay. Turn your flesh to twine. Watch your blood dry.
Now you'll play with me forever. You promised right?
I waited for you in my doll house, but you never came. You left me to collect dust in your window pane. I watched you from afar. I watched you kiss that boy. Why did it all fall apart?
Why won't you play with me?
Why did you have to grow old?
I didn't change. My porcelain skin remained the same. You replaced me with gadgets. Replaced me with flesh and lust. I thought I was the one you could trust.
Why won't you play with me?
I'm here now in your arms. Now you won't play with me. Did I do something wrong?
Throw my lifeless limbs into the trash. Discard away the memories we once had.
Well, I'm alive now. Alive to take you away. Take you to this palace where you will stay.
Dress you up and make you clay. Turn your flesh to twine. Watch your blood dry.
Now you'll play with me forever. You promised right?
Assignment 5: Zydrate Anatomy
Welcome my child. Come right in. Sit right down. Need a fix? I'm your guy. The pusher with the right kind of prescription. Don't be scared. Just relax. You'll be beautiful in no time.
Let my work soothe you. Let my living dolls caress you. See your future in their perfectly carved faces. Dead behind the eyes, you say? Mask of their former shelves? At least their bodies are pieces of art. At least they're pretty. Small noses. Big lips. Stick figures. That's what beauty is. It's all about the outside, isn't it? Beauty is all that matters darling. Nothing else. They're diamonds now. Don't you wish you were them?
Don't scream. Don't cry. It will be painless. All you need is one hit. One hit of this blue elixir. You'll be numb. Numb to the pain. Numb to the touch. They tell me you won't feel a thing. All you're feel is the craven for more and more till oblivion.
So sit right down. Don't be afraid. Don't let insecurities get the best of you. These hands are the hands of a sculptor. Gifted hands that could have been a surgeon, but I have no regrets dear. I'm here for you. I'm here to make the world a beautiful place.
My dealings may be criminal and maybe even a little sinful, but the results will speak for themselves. A slice here. A slice there. You'll be perfect. Don't let the homely discourage you. Don't the let the ugly world around us make you frighten.
A n.ip, a tuck, and a snip right here. Let's take a little from here. Take a little from there. Do you like what you see? The girl in the mirror is no stranger. It's you. No refunds my lovely. There's no going back. You're already addicted. Want another hit? Join the crowd. Join the masquerade of faces just like your own. You're part of my collection now.
Let my work soothe you. Let my living dolls caress you. See your future in their perfectly carved faces. Dead behind the eyes, you say? Mask of their former shelves? At least their bodies are pieces of art. At least they're pretty. Small noses. Big lips. Stick figures. That's what beauty is. It's all about the outside, isn't it? Beauty is all that matters darling. Nothing else. They're diamonds now. Don't you wish you were them?
Don't scream. Don't cry. It will be painless. All you need is one hit. One hit of this blue elixir. You'll be numb. Numb to the pain. Numb to the touch. They tell me you won't feel a thing. All you're feel is the craven for more and more till oblivion.
So sit right down. Don't be afraid. Don't let insecurities get the best of you. These hands are the hands of a sculptor. Gifted hands that could have been a surgeon, but I have no regrets dear. I'm here for you. I'm here to make the world a beautiful place.
My dealings may be criminal and maybe even a little sinful, but the results will speak for themselves. A slice here. A slice there. You'll be perfect. Don't let the homely discourage you. Don't the let the ugly world around us make you frighten.
A n.ip, a tuck, and a snip right here. Let's take a little from here. Take a little from there. Do you like what you see? The girl in the mirror is no stranger. It's you. No refunds my lovely. There's no going back. You're already addicted. Want another hit? Join the crowd. Join the masquerade of faces just like your own. You're part of my collection now.
Assignment 4: See No Evil
She was a mystery from the start. A girl like no other. Her name was Amy. Amy, Amy....a beautiful name. Something drew me to her. I don't know. I was use to dating bad girls. Girls with attitude and studded jackets. She wasn't like that. This girl was more like a delicate flower. Someone you would find behind a book in a library somewhere. Even the way she dressed was modest, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. None of the guys could. There was something magical about her.
I asked her out one day in between classes. She sent my heart aflutter when she said yes. Her voice alone was like music to my ears. That face. That smile. It was like seeing an angel.
I was at her beck and call then. I followed her around like a love sick puppy. I was her slave when she needed me. No matter the time. No matter the place. I was there. Nothing could keep me away from her. I was obsessed. I didn't just want her. I needed her.
I drove by her house daily just to catch a glimpse of her. Dreamed about her every night. Lustful and sinful images of her danced in my head. Things I couldn't do, because she barely let me touch her. Not in a way most boyfriends would. I was lucky just to touch her hand sometimes.
When she invited me in one night I was grateful. Grateful to be in her presence. Then she wrapped her arms around me and placed her delicate lips on me. It was heaven. One kiss after another. On my face. Down my neck. Her silky skin, her dainty hair, and her sweet perfume. It all sent shivers down my spine. Soon I couldn't contain myself, but she didn't reject me as I expected. No. She wanted more.
She took me into her bedroom and pushed me onto her bed. I took off my clothes and I waited for her to do the same, but she remained clothed watching me hungrily from the end of the bed. I wondered if I had moved to fast at first, but she smiled and pulled out a blindfold. I took it eagerly and put it on without hesitation. She then told me to turn around as she "prepared". I did so without question.
I couldn't see a thing. The blindfold, the dark room, my back to her. I was completely oblivious. Completely in love. Completely in lust. Under her spell.
Then things changed. She laughed a wicked laugh. She spoke in a monstrous tone. Her sweet smell soured. Her soft hair turned coarse. I didn't know what to make of it. I was scared. Who was this person?
Instead of pleasure I felt pain. Instead of euphoria I felt fear. I was a prisoner trapped in it's darkness as it made its way with me. Every fiber of my soul being rip from me. Thank God I lost consciousness.
When I awoke I found myself in Amy's bed with no memory of the night before. Only thoughts and fantasies of what I hoped happened. Did we make love? Well I didn't ask and I didn't care. She loved me and that's all that matter.
So night after night I went to her. It started off with warm kisses and embraces. Then the blindfold and my remaining senses filled with horrible sensations. My body weakening with every tryst. Bits and pieces of memory starting to form with every visit, but that didn't scare me off. Nothing scared me. Nothing matter anymore. I wanted her. I needed her. She chose me. Above anyone else she chose me.
I asked her out one day in between classes. She sent my heart aflutter when she said yes. Her voice alone was like music to my ears. That face. That smile. It was like seeing an angel.
I was at her beck and call then. I followed her around like a love sick puppy. I was her slave when she needed me. No matter the time. No matter the place. I was there. Nothing could keep me away from her. I was obsessed. I didn't just want her. I needed her.
I drove by her house daily just to catch a glimpse of her. Dreamed about her every night. Lustful and sinful images of her danced in my head. Things I couldn't do, because she barely let me touch her. Not in a way most boyfriends would. I was lucky just to touch her hand sometimes.
When she invited me in one night I was grateful. Grateful to be in her presence. Then she wrapped her arms around me and placed her delicate lips on me. It was heaven. One kiss after another. On my face. Down my neck. Her silky skin, her dainty hair, and her sweet perfume. It all sent shivers down my spine. Soon I couldn't contain myself, but she didn't reject me as I expected. No. She wanted more.
She took me into her bedroom and pushed me onto her bed. I took off my clothes and I waited for her to do the same, but she remained clothed watching me hungrily from the end of the bed. I wondered if I had moved to fast at first, but she smiled and pulled out a blindfold. I took it eagerly and put it on without hesitation. She then told me to turn around as she "prepared". I did so without question.
I couldn't see a thing. The blindfold, the dark room, my back to her. I was completely oblivious. Completely in love. Completely in lust. Under her spell.
Then things changed. She laughed a wicked laugh. She spoke in a monstrous tone. Her sweet smell soured. Her soft hair turned coarse. I didn't know what to make of it. I was scared. Who was this person?
Instead of pleasure I felt pain. Instead of euphoria I felt fear. I was a prisoner trapped in it's darkness as it made its way with me. Every fiber of my soul being rip from me. Thank God I lost consciousness.
When I awoke I found myself in Amy's bed with no memory of the night before. Only thoughts and fantasies of what I hoped happened. Did we make love? Well I didn't ask and I didn't care. She loved me and that's all that matter.
So night after night I went to her. It started off with warm kisses and embraces. Then the blindfold and my remaining senses filled with horrible sensations. My body weakening with every tryst. Bits and pieces of memory starting to form with every visit, but that didn't scare me off. Nothing scared me. Nothing matter anymore. I wanted her. I needed her. She chose me. Above anyone else she chose me.
Assignment 3: Undead
I miss you too much to let you go. Why does death have to be so permanent? Saving you while you were alive was impossible, but I can fix what's broken now. It doesn't have to be permanent. Your heart, your mind, and your body. I can fix it. I can make this work.
Those others girls gave up on you, but I was always there for you. You just never noticed me, but don't worry. You'll notice me now. You'll be mine forever! Mine for eternity.
To think it only took one spell to bring you back to me. To bring air into those beautiful lungs. To make your heart beat once again. Oh I hope it beats for me, but will it beat the same? Will you be the same boy I fell in love with?They warn me not to do it. They told me bringing the dead back from the grave would be a fate worse than death for us both. That you would be some unnatural creature. My beloved? Never. Our love will prove them wrong. I'll make you remember. I'll make you live!
Oh my. I think I can hear your footsteps coming up the driveway. My body is ready. I hear you turn the knob. I hear your groans. Beloved are you OK?
Wait. Is that you? Are you OK my love? You look....different. Wait. I can fix this. Don't worry. I know you're still in there. I know it's you. Love? Love? I can fix you. I...can.....ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Those others girls gave up on you, but I was always there for you. You just never noticed me, but don't worry. You'll notice me now. You'll be mine forever! Mine for eternity.
To think it only took one spell to bring you back to me. To bring air into those beautiful lungs. To make your heart beat once again. Oh I hope it beats for me, but will it beat the same? Will you be the same boy I fell in love with?They warn me not to do it. They told me bringing the dead back from the grave would be a fate worse than death for us both. That you would be some unnatural creature. My beloved? Never. Our love will prove them wrong. I'll make you remember. I'll make you live!
Oh my. I think I can hear your footsteps coming up the driveway. My body is ready. I hear you turn the knob. I hear your groans. Beloved are you OK?
Wait. Is that you? Are you OK my love? You look....different. Wait. I can fix this. Don't worry. I know you're still in there. I know it's you. Love? Love? I can fix you. I...can.....ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Assignment 2: Loss
"Where am I?" the question I asked myself when I awoke. Something wasn't right. This place. Had I seen this place before? It sure seemed familiar, but something's felt wrong. I was neither here or there. Was I dreaming?
The doorway where I stood sure looked familiar. The room before it too. I peered in seeing what looked like a messy living room and a boy laying on the floor. He looked unconscious. Was he alive? I called out to him, but he didn't stir. I felt concerned. I felt like I knew him.
Then police showed up. Some in their traditional uniforms and some in lab coats. They passed by me without even a glance. I was happy to see they were interested in helping the boy, but a sudden sadness came over me. It was almost unbearable. Like I knew the outcome and this person was someone to me.
From the looks on their faces I knew I had to be right. The boy was gone. We loss him. They took pictures and began to rope off the room with yellow tape. I step forward hoping to get a closer look. Hoping to see his face.
I glided pass the cops and the examiners. No one seem to notice. No one stopped me. I bent down and looked at his face. I couldn't see it at first, but now I could see why I felt like I knew him. His face....his face...looked like mine.
I backed away towards the doorway. The shock of seeing him...or me made the room spin. It was all coming back to me. This room. This place. What I had done. It all came back to me. This was my apartment. Those were my needles and pills. Then the dead body...well it was mine.
I suddenly felt cold. Colder I ever felt before. I also felt strangely light. Like I was floating. I then felt a hand on my shoulder and a whisper in my ear saying "Its time." Time? Already? Wasn't there so much more to this life? If only I could have saved the boy. If only I could have saved myself.
The doorway where I stood sure looked familiar. The room before it too. I peered in seeing what looked like a messy living room and a boy laying on the floor. He looked unconscious. Was he alive? I called out to him, but he didn't stir. I felt concerned. I felt like I knew him.
Then police showed up. Some in their traditional uniforms and some in lab coats. They passed by me without even a glance. I was happy to see they were interested in helping the boy, but a sudden sadness came over me. It was almost unbearable. Like I knew the outcome and this person was someone to me.
From the looks on their faces I knew I had to be right. The boy was gone. We loss him. They took pictures and began to rope off the room with yellow tape. I step forward hoping to get a closer look. Hoping to see his face.
I glided pass the cops and the examiners. No one seem to notice. No one stopped me. I bent down and looked at his face. I couldn't see it at first, but now I could see why I felt like I knew him. His face....his face...looked like mine.
I backed away towards the doorway. The shock of seeing him...or me made the room spin. It was all coming back to me. This room. This place. What I had done. It all came back to me. This was my apartment. Those were my needles and pills. Then the dead body...well it was mine.
I suddenly felt cold. Colder I ever felt before. I also felt strangely light. Like I was floating. I then felt a hand on my shoulder and a whisper in my ear saying "Its time." Time? Already? Wasn't there so much more to this life? If only I could have saved the boy. If only I could have saved myself.
Assignment 1: Hidden
He came in at the quarter of midnight. A new face none of the regulars recognized. He dressed in unusual clothes and had a purple mop of hair under a big black hat. He sat down at the bar. All eyes were on him, but he didn't seem to mind or notice.
He ordered his drink like any other customer. His drink of choice was our strongest whiskey. No hesitation or fear crossed what little I could see on his face under the hat. He sat there studying it before downing it in one gulp. He didn't seem like a drinker, but he proved me wrong with such a display. The regulars seem to take notice as they whispered watching him from their seats.
Only one patron decided to confront him. A big burly guy looking for trouble. He sat beside him and pushed him while shooting off at the mouth. The mysterious stranger only laughed. A strange mischievous laugh that sent shivers down my spine. The crew of tough regulars unfortunately didn't take it too well. They crowded around him ready to pick a fight.
Well I knew trouble when I saw it. I had work too many nights at that the bar not to know. I decided to save the strange lad by calling the cops. Just the mere sight of them could calm things down. It would save me the headache of paying for the mess as well. So I went in the back to do so for only a moment and when I returned I couldn't believe my eyes.
It was a bloodbath like I've never seen. Bodies sprawled everywhere and blood decorated the walls. I looked at the stranger who sat calmly where I had left him. I then noticed a bloody human heart laid next to him on the counter with a knife sticking out of it. I made a face of disgust, but he seemed unfazed. In fact, he lit up a cigarette and order another drink to my surprise. He seemed completely unaffected by the massacre before us. Only when I stood there in shock rather than make his drink did he show some emotion. He seemed more annoyed than anything. Finally I got up the courage to ask him who he was and what he had done. He smiled blowing smoke in my face. Then words slip from his mouth that shook me to my core.
He simply said, "I'm The Devil. A Soul Collector. I'm Death." Then he got up, took his knife, and left out the door never to be seen again. Not even the police could find him. He was the devil in a black hat.
He ordered his drink like any other customer. His drink of choice was our strongest whiskey. No hesitation or fear crossed what little I could see on his face under the hat. He sat there studying it before downing it in one gulp. He didn't seem like a drinker, but he proved me wrong with such a display. The regulars seem to take notice as they whispered watching him from their seats.
Only one patron decided to confront him. A big burly guy looking for trouble. He sat beside him and pushed him while shooting off at the mouth. The mysterious stranger only laughed. A strange mischievous laugh that sent shivers down my spine. The crew of tough regulars unfortunately didn't take it too well. They crowded around him ready to pick a fight.
Well I knew trouble when I saw it. I had work too many nights at that the bar not to know. I decided to save the strange lad by calling the cops. Just the mere sight of them could calm things down. It would save me the headache of paying for the mess as well. So I went in the back to do so for only a moment and when I returned I couldn't believe my eyes.
It was a bloodbath like I've never seen. Bodies sprawled everywhere and blood decorated the walls. I looked at the stranger who sat calmly where I had left him. I then noticed a bloody human heart laid next to him on the counter with a knife sticking out of it. I made a face of disgust, but he seemed unfazed. In fact, he lit up a cigarette and order another drink to my surprise. He seemed completely unaffected by the massacre before us. Only when I stood there in shock rather than make his drink did he show some emotion. He seemed more annoyed than anything. Finally I got up the courage to ask him who he was and what he had done. He smiled blowing smoke in my face. Then words slip from his mouth that shook me to my core.
He simply said, "I'm The Devil. A Soul Collector. I'm Death." Then he got up, took his knife, and left out the door never to be seen again. Not even the police could find him. He was the devil in a black hat.