The Enchantress

Adam stumbled through the dark forest, his feet sinking in the mossy ground.

He had been at the tavern, drinking ale, when a mad man had burst in through the door, blood seeping from his stomach. 

“The Enchantress!” he cried. “She lives.”

Adam gasped as the man fell to the floor, the wound claiming his life.

Adam turned to the bar keep. “The Enchantress?” he questioned. “What is that?”

“Not what, who,” the bar keep replied.

Adam leaned in closer as the bar keep's voice dropped into a whisper.

“The Enchantress is a witch who lives in the forest. Her home is an old woodcutter's cottage in the glen, deep in the central woods. Legend has it that she has a voice of a nightingale. It's that voice that traps a man.

'According to legend, if her Heavenly voice is heard by a man, they are trapped under her spell. They follow the sound of her voice until they stumbled across the cottage. From there, she appears. Her hair of sunshine gold, with lips that shame the reddest rose. She is beautiful. 

'She will invite you in before seducing you and before you have a chance to have her, she will strike, turning into a demonic creature and taking a vital organ from your body in order to stay young and beautiful forever. Be warned, you do not want to seek her out.”

The bar keep stood up and began polishing the wooden bar with an old cloth.

Adam finished his drink, stunned by the story. Surely, in every kingdom there was a story like that. A wood sprite or nymph that controlled men by sound.

Stumbling around outside, Adam began walking until he had reached the outskirts of the woods. Cupping his hands around his mouth he called out “Hello?” letting his voice echo through the thick trees, the sound bouncing off the bark until it couldn't be heard any more.

He scoffed when there was no response. “Enchantress,” he sneered. “Yeah right.” And with that he stepped into the woods.

Now he was pushing past vines and trees, listening to the sounds of nature.

He had played in these woods as a child and had never heard of any Enchantress before. And he certainly did not believe the story despite the man falling dead in the tavern.

Suddenly there was a noise drifting through the trees. 

Adam stopped cold. It wasn't just a noise. It was a voice. A woman's voice. And she was singing.

In a hypnotic state, Adam moved towards the sound. A tree branch smacked him in the head, but he continued to walk through the woods, stepping over berry bushes, passing by a couple of deer.

He reached a clearing. A stream trickled past him and centre of the stream was a woodcutter's cottage.

Adam sucked in a deep breath as a beautiful vision in white appeared. Her hair was golden like the sun and her lips would indeed shame the reddest rose. Her eyes were like two sapphires planted on her face. Stunning blue that could be seen from afar.

Adam was mesmerised by how beautiful she was. How could something so stunning be so gruesome and kill a man?

As he pondered these thoughts, her head turned towards him. A faint smile played on her lips as she stared at him. Her eyes were beckoning but she never moved.

Adam moved closer to the stream, his erection growing painfully in his pants. He leapt over the babbling stream, his feet landing softly in the bed of clovers on the other side.

He looked up at her. She looked too beautiful to be real.

She smiled at him, flashing her perfect white teeth before discarding her flowing white dress revealing her shimmering milky white skin. She was luminescent.

She motioned for him to come towards her. He did, fumbling with his own pants. He wanted to feel every inch of her being, to feel himself plunging into her body, staring into those enchanting eyes.

She pulled opened the door to the cottage, looking over her shoulder so that he'd follow her. And he did.

Adam looked around the room, his eyes searching the interior of the cottage. The cottage was built around a large redwood tree and it's trunk was the main feature of the cottage itself. There was a small fireplace with a large pot of water boiling over it. There was a bed made of redwood branches and there was a small table with a couple of chairs also made from the limbs of the redwood tree.

She motioned to the chair with her hand, asking him to have a seat. Adam did, his suspenders fall down his arms, hanging loosely by his side.

She turned her back to him, still naked as the day she was born. Adam took this opportunity to check her out, his eyes scanning over her body from the luscious curve of her hip to her supple breasts. He wanted to feel her nipples tighten and harden in his mouth. He licked his lips as she turned back around, a pot of ale in hand.

“You have come a long way,” she said, her voice sweeter than the morning sunrise. “You must be thirsty.” She placed the ale down on the table in front of him.

Adam grabbed the jug and swallowed it in one gulp.

The ale hit him fast. His head began to spin as The Enchantress sat on his lap, her lips on his neck, kissing him before her fingers ripped open his shirt. Her fingers trailed over his chest hair, lightly grazing his nipples as her tongue traced a line down his collarbone before kissing him fully on the mouth.

Adam groaned as her tongue swirled around, meeting his. His hands crept up, feeling her back, running through her golden hair, feeling her body as her hips writhed against his.

She broke the kiss, her eyes studying his. She could feel his erection pressing against her. She slid off his lap, her hand reaching for it, rubbing the outside of his pants.

Adam's eyes fluttered closed as her hand slid into his pants, gripping his quivering member, stroking him up and down. Her touch was so much different than his own. She knew exactly what she was doing as she bought him closer to the edge.

She stopped touching him, withdrawing her hand from his pants. Adam's eyes opened. She stood before him, motioning for him to move to the bed. 

Tripping over his boots, Adam followed, stripping off the remains of his shirt and discarding his pants as quickly as humanly possible.

He laid on the bed, stretching his full naked frame out, watching her. She sat on top of him, gliding her body over his, feeling his goosebumps rise as her juices slid across his belly. 

She bought her body down so that her nipple was in line with his mouth. “Suck them,” she commanded. Adam obliged, eagerly placing his lips around the taut buds and sucking on them as though his life depended on it.

She arched her back, her hands splayed out against his chest, feeling the rippling muscles beneath her fingers.

She felt his hands on her hips. He was trying to guide her towards his waiting erection that was beginning to throb painfully.

The Enchantress slapped them away. She moved out of his reach, breaking the hold his lips had on her nipples.

“You want me to pay attention to this?” she asked, touching his shaft, her hand gliding over it playfully. Adam groaned in response as his cock jumped at her touch.

The Enchantress smiled and leaned over to take him in her mouth. 

Her tongue swirled around his head, tickling the most sensitive part of his shaft before taking it fully in her mouth. Lapping at the underside of his cock, she moaned, the vibrations and warmth of her mouth sending shivers of sensations through him.

Then Adam let out a surprised cry. His eyes flew open and he stared down at her.

There was blood. Lots of it. She glanced up at him, her sapphire eyes no longer blue as the ocean but rather black as coals. Her face was no longer soft and sweet, but shrivelled and wrinkled. Her teeth were no longer perfectly straight or white but rather yellow and jagged.

A trickle of blood fell down her chin and it took him a minute to realise that she had castrated him with her teeth.

Adam screamed, pulling away from the bed, blood pouring from where his cock use to be. 

He backed up to the door of the cottage, shaking and crying as he held his hands up to the bloody mess. 

She stood up, gliding over the floor towards him, her teeth coated in his blood, the remainder of his cock in her hand.

She moved towards him, her arm outstretched. Adam shrank back against the wall. He was getting dizzy from the loss of blood. 

The Enchantress lent over him, her eyes locked on his. She was feeding off the fear of his impending death. With a cry befitting a banshee, she shot her arm out, straight through his chest and removed his heart.

The last thing Adam saw was it pumping away in her hand before his body slumped to the floor.

The Enchantress smiled to herself as she moved over to the pot of boiling water. She dropped the heart into it, her eyes closing as she began to chant.

Her body began to shimmer and sparkle as she aged backwards. Her hair was no longer silver, nor her teeth jagged and yellow. She had returned to her natural beauty.

She moved outside, picking up her dress and slipping it back on. She tossed Adam's penis into the stream and watched with joy as it followed the current towards the large lake and waterfall that overlooked the kingdom.

She returned to the cottage and picked up Adam's body. She struggled to carry it back to the stream, tossing it into the shallows and watching the current move him.

“I told you not to seek her out,” she said, her voice angelic as though she had fallen from Heaven. “I warned you.” 

With a wave of her hand, The Enchantress returned to the form of the tavern bar keep, ready to lure her next victim back to the woodcutter's cottage hidden in the glen.

13 Fun Facts About Rhiannon Irons - Horror Edition

Greetings gentle readers,

It's that time again when I divulge information on our favourite writer.  We all know that Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons love horror.  She makes no secrets about that.  But some of these facts might surprise you.  So without further ado, I present 13 Fun Facts About Rhiannon Irons - Horror Edition.

13) Rhiannon's love of horror came about when she was 12.  She had just seen I Know What You Did Last Summer and it had freaked her out.  From that night on, she has followed the horror genre when it comes to movies.

12) Rhiannon cannot watch I Know What You Did Last Summer at night as there's something still about that movie that freaks her out.  But she can watch it during the day.

11) Jaws 2 kept her out of the ocean when she was 7 after seeing the scene where the boat blows up after the shark ate the water skier.  It also kept her out of the bathtub.

10) It's not just horror movies that she loves either.  Rhiannon is an avid reader of Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, and Washington Irving.

9) We all know that Rhiannon Irons is a Robert Englund fan and would sell her soul just to shake his hand; but what you may not know is that Rhiannon's love of Robert isn't because of Nightmare On Elm Street.  It's because of Urban Legends, The Phantom Of The Opera, The Mangler and Dead And Buried.

8) Nightmares are part and parcel of the whole horror gig, however Rhiannon's nightmares steam from watching shark movies.  Quote, "Realism is the key.  If something feels real enough, like it could actually happen, then yes, I dream about it afterwards."

7) Rhiannon follows her Celtic roots and owns several books on witchcraft.  To this day, she still believes in the goodness of magic and balancing the elements and every so often tests the water with a simple spell (some of which can be found right here on this blog).

6) The tilting of the head and the intense stare that The Shape (Michael Myers) performs in Halloween (1978) is something that Rhiannon has perfected.  And I have to say, it's pretty unnerving when she does it. 

5) When it comes to horror books, Rhiannon has a few favorites.  Namely It - Stephen King, Carrie - Stephen King, Interview With The Vampire - Anne Rice and The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow - Washington Irving.

4) Rhiannon's dark poetry/song lyrics are inspired by Edgar Allan Poe.

3) Rhiannon has a skeleton in her closet.  Literally.  It's an old Halloween decoration that never found its way into the garage.

2) Rhiannon's mind is the darkest place this world will ever know.  Get her by a camp fire to tell scary stories and you better bring a change of underwear.

1) Rhiannon loves to watch horror movies by herself before subjecting them to her friends.  Quote, "Most of my friends aren't horror fans, so I watch the film first before deciding if it's suitable enough for them to watch." 

See, even behind that horror facade beats a heart of gold.

Punished With Pleasure

She had been a bad girl.

She had teased him to the point of no restraint and he had taken her with such a powerful force, she was certain she wouldn't be able to walk again.

Now she found herself tied to his bed, spread-eagled. 

The day before she arrived, he had visited a sex store, purchasing items in which to tease her as much as she teased him. When he left, his credit card was feeling the pinch, but the satisfaction written on her face and in her eyes would more than rectify the situation.

Before she arrived he had secured the restraints under this mattress. Four basic restraints with four cuffs that would allow him to torture his little minx.

Now, those restraints had her pinned perfectly to his bed. 

He watched with lust as her breasts rose with each breath. Her eyes were wide as she watched him reach out and pinch one of her nipples hard.

She swore, pulling against her bonds. He did it again, this time to the other one. Her reaction was the same.

He chuckled to himself. Her mouth and eyes may have had a murderous look about them, but her body was responding. The scent of sex was in the air and, even without touching her most intimate area, he knew she was wet with desire.

He walked around the bed, her eyes following him. He lent over, taking one of her sore nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it, feeling it harden more in his mouth as he sucked on it.

Her vengeful words were replaced with soft moans, her body rocking from side to side. 

His hands were loving as he felt the curves of her body. The curve of her hip, her thighs, her stomach and breasts. His gentle touch caused her anticipation to heighten, her juices seeping from her freely.

He traced his finger over her swollen sex, teasing her clitoris. Her head fell back, her eyes closing as a low guttural groan escaped her.

He laid down in between her thighs. The scent of her desire flooded his nostrils. He could see how slick she was, how turned on. He had to taste her. 

Slowly, his tongue flickered out of his mouth, rolling over her, tasting every inch of her sex. Her breathing became more rapid as he repeated his movements, lapping his tongue over the sides of her clitoris, not actually touching it.

Her hips rocked back and forth, her limbs tugging against her binds, hoping that she could free her arms and just push his head upwards so that she could feel his entire tongue, not just the tip.

Her wish was granted when he slipped two fingers into her body, feeling the warmth of her juices seeping over his digits. Her hips bucked as he sucked her swollen clitoris into his mouth, his two fingers pressing deep inside her.

The pressure of an orgasm was in her abdomen. Her toes were curling, gripping the sheet, her back arching up off the mattress. 

“Ooooohhhhhh,” she cried as her orgasm washed over her, her whole body shaking, shining with perspiration.

She began shaking her back and forth as his tongue continued to probe her body, making sure to catch all of her juices as they trickled from her, his fingers still expertly working her body, feeling her inner muscles clench in an attempt to expel him from the depths of her being.

As her body lifted off the bed when her second orgasm hit, she began to beg him to stop, telling him she couldn't take much more.

He eased up, withdrawing his fingers, his tongue flicking against her clit one last time.

He stood up, staring down at his beauteous bad girl. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising with each ragged breath she took. Her hair was mattered to her skin and a few droplets of perspiration slid in between her breasts.

Her nipples were still hard as diamonds and he couldn't resist reaching out his hand to fondle them, rolling them between his fingers.

Her grunts and groans told him that she wasn't quite exhausted. He walked away from the bed, returning seconds later with something to help keep her attention.

She gasped, her eyes fluttering open as something came to rest on her nipples.

She glanced down to see two purple suction like discs placed over her nipples. She tilted her head curiously. What the hell were they?

He reached for a second pillow, propping her head up a little.

“What are they?” she asked, her voice soft, timid.

He pulled a remote out of his pocket and pressed a button.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!”

The strange purple discs began to vibrate, hardening her nipples further, causing all kinds of new and strange sensations.

He reached down in between her thighs, feeling her growing wetter with each passing moment. Her arousal was intoxicating and he knew her body was still prime for more pleasure.

While her eyes were closed as she rode on the waves of vibrations coursing through her nipples, he reached down between her thighs, rubbing her soaking wet pussy before pushing a vibrating egg deep inside.

Her cry of surprise had him turning his head. “Shhh,” he whispered soothingly, moving up towards her head. “I promise you, this will be most pleasurable.” He moved her hair from her face, staring into her eyes. “For me.”

Her eyes widened as he pressed a button on the remote. The egg buried deep inside her began to throb and pulse, sending shivers all over her body.

She cursed him. 

He grinned, pulling out a simple ball gag and thrusting it into her mouth. 

Fear appeared in her eyes as he told her that she was perfectly safe. He touched her cheek lovingly, feeling her warmed flesh beneath his hand.

He kissed her forehead and stood up, adjusting his cock in his pants that had also began to throb.

“Now, I shouldn't be more than an hour,” he said, walking to the door of his bedroom, remotes in hand. He pressed a button on both and the vibrations intensified. She cried out, her muffled pleas falling on deaf ears as her body shook into her third orgasm of the afternoon. 

Chuckling to himself he watched as her eyes half opened. She saw him smile at her. “I told you being bad would get you punished,” he said with a wink. “Punished with pleasure.” With that he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Hunting Season

Roxanne stood in the centre of the room, naked except for a pair of black leather cuffs. A small chain ran in between them, linking them together, binding her.

She stared at her lover, wide eyed, unsure of what he was thinking. 

He held up a bag and placed it on the bed. With his hand he motioned his little slave to come over. Roxanne didn't move. Arching his eyebrow, he stood up, walked over to her and smacked her across the backside.

She yelped, her flesh stinging. She scooted over to the bed, perching herself on the edge.

For a week they had been playing games. This week she had been everything from loving girlfriend to seductive school girl to her current role as his slave. And though she hated admitting it, it was the most exciting game she had played in a long time.

“Take a look,” he said, sitting down beside her, his hand running over her milky white flesh. Roxanne shivered as his fingers trailed down her spine, stopping above her lower back tattoo before returning up to her shoulder.

She opened the bag and reached inside. Gasping as her hand touched something furry, Roxanne's eyes widened as she pulled out a pair of ears on a headband. She touched them delicately, letting her hand brush over the fur. They looked like fox ears.

“Put them on,” he encouraged. 

Brushing her fringe from out of her eyes, Roxanne slid the band over her head. Against her dark hair with blonde highlights, the orange and black furry ears really stood out.

Tossing him a teasing glance she batted her eyelashes at him. “How do they look?” she asked.

“Very sexy,” came his reply as he reached around her, copping a feel of one of her breasts in the process. 

Roxanne's eyes closed as his fingers mauled her breasts, kneading, tugging on her nipples until they were taut, begging for him to suck them.

When his hand pulled away, Roxanne whimpered, her eyes opening. He was rummaging around in the bag before pulling out a black collar with a little silver bell. He stared at her neck. Her name necklace was hanging proudly in place. 

She watched as he reached behind her neck to unfasten the gold chain. As soon as it fell away he replaced it with the collar. Once it was in place, he couldn't help himself. He flicked the bell just to hear it jingle.

She watched him stand, placing her necklace on the desk near his computer. He motioned for her to stand too. This time she did without any hesitation.

He grabbed the chain, turning her around so her back was to him. He kissed her skin, tasting the sweetness of her flesh all the while holding her captive. 

Roxanne let out a low moan as he began to rub his hand over her belly and down her thigh. She was already wet with desire.

His hand pulled her thighs apart, fingers brushing against her clitoris, sending shivers of anticipation through her. Testing her wetness, he slid a single finger into her, feeling her body welcoming him with warmth.

He pulled his hand away, causing a groan of frustration to escape from Roxanne's throat. He chuckled as he returned to the bag for the last item.

When he turned back around, panic crossed Roxanne's face. She gasped, wondering how it would look to the neighbours to see a naked woman in chains wearing fox ears running down the street.

He lowered his hand, with it taking the new toy for her from her eye line. “Roxanne, I'm not going to hurt you,” he said soothingly, taking her in his arms. “If you want out, just say so and I'll stop.”

She stared up at him, her blue eyes flashing with shades of yellow and green. She bit her lip, her eyes dropping to his hand. “You're not going to take funny pictures of me are you?” she asked, arching her eyebrow so high it was in danger of shooting right off her forehead. He shook his head. “No, but this will heighten the pleasure aspect for what I have in mind.”

Swallowing hard, Roxanne look down at the foxtail he held in his hand. The orange and black fur teamed it nicely with the ears she was wearing.

He turned her around so that her back was to him. She stood waiting, tension rising in her shoulders. His hand returned in between her thighs, rubbing her, teasing her body. She gasped when she realised his hand was already slick with moisture.

She felt his hand move to her ass, rubbing the lubricant into her puckered hole, first with one finger then two. Her whole body tensed as she cried out, eyes closing tightly.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. “I promise, it will feel good.”

He grabbed the chain hanging between her wrists and pulled her backwards, her body pressing against his. Her back had arched, pushing her breasts forward and her butt out as he held her in place.

Slowly, he pressed the tip of the tail against her anus, pressing lightly. He could see she wasn't relaxing, her body fighting the invader. “Relax,” he said.

Roxanne took a deep breath and as she did, he pushed the foxtail into her ass. She cried out, her head turning away so he couldn't see the tears forming in her eyes. He kissed her shoulder, her jaw line before turning her head to look at him. “Who's my sexy little fox?” he asked as she blushed.

He pulled her to his bed, placing her on all fours facing him. She watched him unzip himself, releasing his rock hard cock to the cool night air.

“Open,” he commanded, his hips rocking towards her mouth. She obeyed, looking up at him, her eyes filled with interest and fear.

His cock stroked in and out of her mouth while her tongue flickered across the sensitive head. His hand ran through her hair, pulling it a times to make the bell around her neck jingle.

He pulled back, telling her to turn around. She did, wiggling her new tail at him. He grinned, feeling the softness of it run over his hand.

He grabbed her hips, thrusting forward, sinking into her moist heat. Her audible gasps were music to his ears as he rocked himself deeper into her. 

He gave her tail a tug, listening to her moan of pleasure. She could feel it pulling against her and the sensations alarmed her. All the nerves in her body felt like they were on fire. 

Roxanne wiggled her butt backwards, pushing against his hips as he thrust into her, his nails digging into her hips. She groaned, gasping as his hand reached under her, rubbing against her clitoris.

With his free hand, he gave her tail another tug, sending a small tremor through her body. Roxanne moaned, sweat dripping down her nose. She was sure her make-up had run but she didn't care. That familiar swell in her belly had her begging for him to take her harder. 

He could feel her body reacting to his manipulations. Her clitoris was swollen, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her. 

He didn't let up rubbing her, prolonging her pleasure until she was begging him to stop. 

Her pleasure forced his own orgasm to the surface. He withdrew from her and gripped her jaw in his hand. Obediently, she opened her mouth, taking him in as he came hard, filling her mouth with his seed.

Roxanne's eyes watered as she choked slightly, attempting to swallow the warm, white liquid.

He pulled away from her, some of his juices trickling out the corner of her mouth.

Smiling, he reached down and wiped it away. She sat, her newly added tail pushing deeper inside her. She winced and moved into a more comfortable position. She licked her lips, staring up at him. “What kind of a game was that?” she asked innocently.

He smiled. “Game?” he teased. “That was no game, dear. That was just the beginning.”

Roxanne's eyes grew wide as he released her wrists from her binds. “The beginning?” she asked, scooting towards the end of the bed, prepared to make an escape should she need to.

He grinned, his eyes flaming with desire. “Yes, my little fox, just the beginning,” he teased, reaching for her, his hand running over her arm before touching her collar. “It's hunting season.”

Willpower

Trying to break a pattern of repeated mistakes
Is easier said than done.
Temptation is knocking and I
Want to answer the door.
I can't take it anymore.
I need to feel your skin on my skin.
Your lips upon mine.
My heart and yours
Beating perfectly in time.
But no matter how much I yern
No matter how much my body begs
I won't give in.
I'm stronger than I've ever been.
And it's because of you
You've raised my self esteem
And done me a world of good.
You've given me the strength
To say no when I need to.
You're letting me be myself
And not give in when things get hard.
You've given me back what I was missing.
You're letting me bloom like a summer flower.
No words can express my gratitude
You've given me back my willpower.

The Hook

Jennifer and her friends, Neil, Amy and Nathan, were all sitting around the camp fire telling ghostly stories, attempting to scare the bejesus out of one another.

Neil had just finished his story of the a creepy, skinned ghost that only appeared to warn men of an adulterous woman.

“No way is that true,” Nathan retorted, taking a swig from the bottle of scotch he held in his hand. He wrapped his arm around Amy, pulling her close.

“I swear it is,” Neil insisted, glancing over the flickering flames at Jennifer. “My dad's friend's brother said he saw it. And when he did some investigating, it turned out that the woman was indeed married.”

“Yeah right.” Nathan took another drink. “You notice how it never happens to someone that you know first hand. It's always someone else's brother's best friend or something like that. That's why they're stories. They're not real.”

Neil held his hand up as though he were a boy scout. “I'm telling you guys that it really happened.” 

Amy waved her hand in disbelief. “Sorry, love, I have to agree with Nathan on this one. There is no way that's true.”

Neil stared at Jennifer. “Please tell me that you believe me?” he begged.

Jennifer smile. “I do. But not all stories are about someone's brothers best friend. I have one that happened to Lara Thompson who lives on Redwood Lane.”

“Lana Thompson? Was she the chick that was suspended from school after having a psychotic break down last year and now lives in a room with white padded walls?”

Jennifer nodded.

She licked her lips, scooting forward on the old tree log. “Lara use to come camping out here a lot. She loved nature and always found inspiration for her stories and poetry.

'Anyway, she came out here the last weekend of Summer vacation. She camped out in this exact spot. She loved it. But this weekend was different. There was that Summer storm that destroyed Main Street.

'Lara shivered in her tent, wishing she hadn't have come out. That's when a tree branch cracked from a bolt of lightning and fell on top of her tent. Lara screamed as the log crashed down onto her leg, breaking it.

'Writhing in pain, Lara screamed for help. She must have screamed for hours before someone came along to help her. 

'He was a creepy man, unshaven, dishevelled. He was like one of those crazy people in horror movies that always tell the characters not to go somewhere. He picked her up, draping her over his shoulder, he carried her to his shack.

'He bandaged her leg, using an old gardening stake as a splint. He made sure she was comfortable, even fetching her some soup from his stove. But there was something about him that Lara didn't trust. Maybe it was because he hadn't bathed in a month, or that his hair was more screwy than Mrs. Blaine when had that perm done.

'While she was eating, Lara keep one eye on him at all times.

'The hobo had a radio that he turned on while he ate. A news report flashed on that there was an armed man on the run from police. Apparently he had escaped police custody as he was being transported from the station house to the sanatorium in Orange Grove.

'Lara listened to the report as the announcer said that the man was not to be approached because he was considered dangerous. Lara kept her eye on the man, wondering if this was the man they were talking about.

'Her eyes lingered around the room and that's when she saw it. A gun. It was sitting on the table, near the front door. And from where Lara was, it looked like a cop gun.

'The report continued stating the the prisoner had shot two officers that were transporting him before taking off into the woods near Eerie Lake. 

'Lara was feeling very afraid by this point, especially considering that the hobo was now looking at her with a strange expression his face.

'The report continued, warning people that the man on the run was missing his right hand and that there was a metal hook in it's place.

'Lara looked at the man's hands. Her eyes grew wide with panic when she saw that there was no right hand.

'Springing upright, Lara screamed as she put pressure on her broken leg. But through the pain, she lunged for the gun, gripping the trigger she squeezed and BANG. The man dropped to the ground, blood pouring from his chest.

'When police found her the next day, she was delirious, claiming she had shot the man responsible for the shooting of two officers. The police stared at the body of the hobo. One of them pulled his sleeve up to reveal that he in fact had his right hand.

'They arrested Lara for shooting and killing an unarmed man. The man they were looking for was never found, although police still think he's hiding out in these woods.”

The others fell silent. An owl hooted, breaking the silence.

“How do you know that?” Neil asked.

Jennifer smiled. “My uncle was one of the policemen who found her. He told it to me when he knew we were coming out here.”

Nathan, who had dropped the bottle of scotch, stared at her in disbelief. The amber liquid pooled at his feet in the soft dirt and pine needles. “You're not serious?”

Jennifer nodded, a solemn look on her face. “I am,” she said, watching as the flames grew low, casting an eerie shadow over the woods.

A twig snapped causing them all to jump.

“Maybe we should call it a night,” Amy said, scanning the woods nervously.

Neil and Nathan seconded the motion and began pouring water over the smouldering ashes of the fire.

They hurried back to the car, the light from their flash lights bounced over the ground. 

Neil fumbled around in his pocket trying to find the keys when Jennifer gripped his arm, digging her nails into the flesh.

“What the - ?” he asked.

Jennifer didn't say a word. Her eyes were wide as she just stared into the distance. Nathan and Amy had the same expression on their faces too.

Neil followed their line of gaze.

The keys fell from his hand as he gasped in shock.

Hanging on the door handle of the car was a large, shiny, metal hook.

Exercising With Your Dog

You've seen those ads on TV promising amazing results from all sorts of contraptions. Well, there's no need to invest in fancy equipment. If you have (or can borrow) a dog, you have everything you need to get in shape now!!! The following exercises can be done anywhere, anytime.

Inner Thighs: Place the dog's favorite toy between thighs. Press tighter than the dog can pull. Do not attempt bare legged - dogs who favor shortcuts to success will just dig the toy out. You could be damaged.

Upper Body Strength: Lift the dog - off the couch, off the bed, out of the flower bed. Repeat, repeat, repeat. As the dog ages, this exercise is reversed - onto the couch, onto the bed, into the car and so on.

Balance and Coordination, Exercise 1: Remove your puppy from unsuitable tight places. If they're too small for him, they're certainly too small for you. Do it anyway!

Balance and Coordination, Exercise 2: Practice not falling when your dog bounds across the full length of the room, sails through the air, and slams both front paws into the back of your knees.

Balance and Coordination, Exercise 3: (for use with multiple dogs) Remove all dogs from lap and answer the phone before it stops ringing.

Balance and Coordination, Exercise 4: (alternate) For older dogs, attempt to cross a room without tripping over the dog. Get off your couch without crushing any part of a sleeping elderly dog.

Upper Arms: Throw the ball. Throw the squeaky toy. Throw the Frisbee. Repeat until nauseous.

Upper Arms: (alternate) Tug the rope. Tug the pull toy. Tug the sock. Repeat until your shoulder is dislocated or the dog gives up (we all know which comes first).

Hand Coordination: Remove foreign object from dog's locked jaw. This exercise is especially popular with puppy owners. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Remember, this is a timed exercise. Movements must be quick and precise (think concert pianist) to prevent trips to the vet, which only offer the minimal exercise benefit of jaw firming clenches.

Calves: After the dog has worn out the rest of your body, hang a circular toy on your ankle and let the dog tug while you tug back. WARNING: This is feasible only for those with strong bones and small dogs. Have you taken your calcium supplement today?

Calves: (alternate) Run after dog - pick any reason, there are plenty. Dogs of any size can be used for this exercise. Greyhounds are inadvisable.

Neck Muscles: Attempt to outmaneuver the canine tongue headed for your ear, mouth, or eyeball. This is a lifelong fitness program. A dog is never too old or too feeble to "French Kiss" you when you least expect it.

It's A Dogs Life

If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when loved ones are too busy to give you time,
If you can overlook when people take things out on you,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can do all these things, ...............
Then you are probably the family dog.

A Fearful Encounter

I sit alone on an empty train
Watching the stations pass me by
My stomach is knotted
My fear and nerves have kicked in to overdrive

My phone beeps causing me to jump
It's just a message from you
Telling me that you are waiting
That you'll see me soon

My heart leaps in my chest
My hands tremble and shake
I wish the world will swallow me whole
With a powerful earthquake

It's hard to understand
You scare me with the words you say
You terrify me
Making me wish our meeting was delayed

I get to my stop and get off
I keep my head down
As I walk out of the station
Hoping that you're not around

I begin to relax a little
As I see my building is near
My relaxation is short lived
Replaced by extreme fear

I see you siting by the entrance
There's no where for me to hide
You glance up and see me
Smiling you open your arms out wide

Your smile is short lived
When you see the fear in my eyes
My body trembles in your arms
As you lead me inside

We take a seat near the window
You ask me if I'm alright
I refuse to look at you
But lie and say that I am fine

I get to my feet
I have to get going now
You tell me you'll wait for me to return
You're like a cat on the prowl

I nod and move away
Wishing the elevator would hurry
I've never met anyone like this before
And it has me a little worried

I get into the lift
My heart rate begins to slow
You're not aggressive just happy
And that happiness shows

I was worried about meeting you
Now that fear has passed
Replaced by glee and joy
I hope this feeling lasts

I'll Be OK

I can pretend that I don't care
I can say I'm doing okay
Without you by my side
I'm alright
But you know if you looked
Deep into my eyes
Hiding behind my smile
It would be a lie
It would be a lie

Now we've gone our separate ways
And tomorrow is just another day
I am alone
I am alone

But it's okay
It's alright
I know there'll be
Another reason to smile
My world doesn't revolve around you
Even though deep down I still love you
It's okay
And it's alright
I know there is
A reason why
We're no longer together
You and I forever and ever
It's okay
I'll be OK

I can pretend that I don't love you
And I've learned to walk away knowing
That it's not true
My heart beats for you
But now you've gone
And left me all alone
I've had to rely on myself
To be strong
And I'm getting through
Slowly getting over you

Now we've gone our separate ways
Tomorrow is just another day
I am strong
I am strong

But it's okay
It's alright
I know there'll be
Another reason to smile
My world doesn't revolve around you
Even though deep down I still love you
It's okay
And it's alright
I know there is
A reason why
We're no longer together
You and I forever and ever
It's okay
I'll be OK

Sweet Dream/Beautiful Nightmare

I can be a sweet dream
Or a beautiful nightmare
Depending on how you treat me
Don't take me for granted
Or presume to know
Everything there is to know

I can be a sweet dream
Or a beautiful nightmare
Depending on how you act
Don't be a spoiled brat
But don't be afraid to say
How you really feel

I can be a sweet dream
Or a beautiful nightmare
Depending on what you want
I can be a sinner
Or a saint
I am someone you can't forget

I can be a sweet dream
Or a beautiful nightmare
Depending on what you need
I can be demanding
And aggressive at times
I am the oxygen you breathe

I can be a sweet dream
Or a beautiful nightmare
This you know is true
I am at times devilish
Other times I'm a guardian angel
Set to watch over you

I play on your mind
Day and night
Night and day
There's only one thing left to say
I can be a sweet dream
That you're willing to share
But if you do me wrong
I can be a beautiful nightmare

The Roommate Movie

Looking for your big break?  This may be it!

ATTENTION ALL MOVIE FANS!!!

Cast and crew are needed for the mini Internet movie, The Roommate.  No experience in film needed!

The Roommate is based upon the Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons short horror story of the same name and there are many parts to fills both on screen and off.

At this point in time, filming will commence in the June/July school holidays. 

If you are interested and reside in Brisbane, QLD, Australia (or are able to get to Brisbane) please forward a recent photo of yourself, resume and a short bio about what you are willing to do (acting, camera work, editing, stunt work, make-up artist etc.) to rhiannonirons@live.com.au with the subject heading The Roommate Film Production.  If you have a demo reel, please feel free to send that too. 

Should you be selected, you will be notified of an audition time and place so we can see you live in action.

If you would like more information, please e-mail the above address.  We are happy to pass along any information that you may require.

Thank you.

Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons

Dream Demon

It's late at night
And the moon is full
It casts an eerie silhouette
Over the grounds

The shadows come to life
Playing with your mind
Frightening you
As the mist begins to rise

A chill runs down your spine
You tell youself everything's alright
Shadows are just shadows
Dancing in the pale moonlight

As you walk through the grounds
You feel your hair stand on end
You turn slowly around
Wondering if it's your friends

A creature steps from the shadows
Its eyes trained on you
You feel frozen to the spot
There's nothing you can do

It appraoches slowly
It's jagged teeth in an evil grin
It's claws so sharp
It's feet are fins

You open your mouth
And let out a scream
As the creature grabs you
Its eyes sparkle and gleam

You sit up in bed
Soaked in sweat
The creature is gone
There is no more threat

You swing your feet out of bed
"It was all just a dream"
You walk to the bathroom
Laughing with glee

But your glee is short lived
When you see what's staring back
In the mirror you see
A face that causes the glass to crack

"This can't be real"
You cry out loud
As the full moon disappears
Behind a storm cloud

As the lightning flashes
And the thunder rumbles
You drop to your knees
Your life has crumbled

For you're no longer you
And nothing is as it seems
You're now the dream demon
That haunts people in their dreams