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Saturday, September 22, 2012

My Last Breath

I'm a screw up
I'm a bitch
I'm nothing more than a loser

I ruin every good thing
That enters my life
And you are no exception

I'm a coward
I'm an idiot
I'm worthless and undeserving
I reap what I sow
And all I sow is bad seeds
Haunting me endlessly

I'm weak
I'm shameful
I'm the kind of girl you avoid
I am nothing
And now I understand
That if you want to say goodbye you can

I wish I was dead
So I can't hurt you anymore
Because knowing I hurt you
Is killing me inside
I'm sorry for everything
I know I fucked up
I'll make it up to you
With my last breath


My hands are shaking
Tears are falling
And I'm scared it's finally happened
Infected by a foul disease
Living on but only in a dream
I know I've lost you forever

When did I become this person
That we've come to loathe?
When did I choose to leave
Your side?
Why can't we go back to being

What we use to be
Happy, excited and free

My hands are shaking
The razor is trembling
The cut is angled
Crimson drops
Forget me not
As my life dangles before me
On a single thread
Was it something I said?
Did I blame you for everything?
Was I cold and cruel?
Was I a fool?
I didn't mean to make you go

Sliding down the wall
Not caring at all
What happens to me now
Will I survive?
Will I die?
Guess it's up to God now

My hands are shaking
Vein is weeping
And I'm scared it's finally happened
Infected by a disease
Living on, but only in a dream
I know I've lost you forever

Friday, September 21, 2012

You Chose The Story

Greetings everyone,

Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons here with a special post just for all of you.

As you know I mostly write short fiction erotica, but from time to time I've dabbled in short horror stories, usually based on some urban legend.

Now I have four short story ideas cranking through the old ideas machine and you get to select which one will be revealed next.  Here is a little something about each one.  Cast your votes below, or message me on Twitter at @Ahlephia.


In 1978 a young boy by the name of Daniel Connors went swimming at Craven Beach.  The day was wonderful, but as the sun set, Daniel found himself in trouble.  Caught in a rip, he was helpless.  His body was never recovered.

People say that the ghost of Daniel haunts the beach, dooming those that hear his cries for help to a watery grave.


When Carla Harris and her friends have a camping sleepover in the backyard of her house, she felt on top of the world.  That is until a still smoldering log escapes the camp fire, igniting the house and killing all who slept inside.

Upon awaking the next day, Carla is thrilled to see it was just a horrible nightmare.  Or was it?


Spending a night in a haunted house sounds like the perfect way to spend Halloween to the creators of the horror news site, Dangertainment.  And just to add to all the excitement, they're going to live stream it all to the internet so the people at home don't miss out.

A real life haunted house caught on camera on the spookiest night of the year?  Sounds like a winner in ratings, but when things suddenly go bump in the night, the group discover that some haunted legends are real.


Charlie and his twin brother Gabe feel like they're too old to have a babysitter.  Enter Crystal Jackson, a beauteous blonde with a body of a goddess, who offers her services to their parents.  Completely smitten with Crystal, Charlie and Gabe don't put up any argument as their parents leave for a night on the town.

But there's something odd about Crystal.  Something different.  Something evil.

There you have it.  Four short story ideas and you get to select what you want to see first.  Cast your vote.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Stay Sun Smart

Ladies and gentlemen,

What you're about to read is a personal journey I've undergone.  This was written initially for Sun Smart Victoria, however they haven't used it.  Those who know me, know that I love having fun in the sun, and with summer heading our way, I'd like to think of this as a warning to those wanting to spend all day at the beach.

This summer, please remember the simple rules: Slip on a shirt, Slop on sunscreen and Slap on a hat.  Be safe this summer and hopefully you can avoid the scars I possess.

Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons

I moved to Queensland from Victoria when I was just 8 years old.  Living up north certainly provided me with a lot of opportunity to be at the beach, frolicking about in the surf.  I would always wear hats and sun shirts when I was younger, but as I hit my teens, I wanted to be like every other girl on the beach and show off my body in a bikini with a nice tan.

Most summers I would be at the beach or beside the pool, and despite everything you’re about to read, I still enjoy having fun in the sun.  I’m just a lot more cautious now.  I would, and still do, always use sunscreen and reapply it after I get out of the water.

I am very fair skinned and I do have many beauty spots all over my body.  So at the age of nineteen, I noticed one on my arm had gotten darker.  I went to the doctor who took one look at it and simply said “That needs to come out.”  He immediately issued me an appointment to have it removed the following week.

I’ll admit that was more self-conscious of how a large scar would look on my arm than what the dangers were of leaving the mole there.  I was only nineteen and already self-conscious about the way I looked so to me at the time, a large visible scar was just going to make me uglier.

The appointment came and it took nearly forty minutes to numb the area, remove the mole and stitch my arm.  My doctor sent off the mole to be checked and thankfully it came back benign.

It took a while for me to start showing off my arm as I felt that people were staring at my scar.  I use to work with Coles Supermarket and during the following summer after having it removed I began using it as a cautionary tale for children who didn’t want to wear a sun shirt or who complained to their parents about the stickiness of sunscreen. 

I thought my worries were over, but at the age of 24, I discovered a mole on my back had grown and had darkened.  Not taking any chances, I followed my father to a skin clinic and saw his doctor who advised me it was best to take it out because out of all the moles on my body, that would be the one to turn into something nasty.

As I was heading overseas to the USA to celebrate my 25
th birthday, I decided to wait until I got back to have it take out.  Wouldn’t you know it, while staying in Hawaii, I got badly sunburned on the last day my friend and I were there.

It took longer to get this mole out than it did the previous one as it was larger.  The procedure was the same.  Numb the area, remove mole, insert stitches.  However this time the whole area wasn’t numbed and I could feel the doctor cutting it out and stitching it up.  It was pure agony.  But once again, the results came back benign.

The scar on my back looks worse than the one on my arm but I’m not as self-conscious about it probably because it’s on my back and I don’t see it every day.

Now every year I head back to the skin clinic to get checked over and make sure nothing has changed.  My sun habits have changed slightly.  When I am out and about I remember the simple rule of slip on a shirt, slop on sunscreen and slap on a hat.  I also wear sunglasses and can often be found camped out under a shady tree or umbrella.

I’ve come to love my pale skin and am doing everything in power to protect it from sun damage.  My partner loves it too and though at times I’m still self-conscious about my scars, he doesn’t notice them.

My father, who is in his mid sixties, has had numerous skin cancers removed, including one from his nose in which his nose had to be peeled back from his face so they could get all the tentacles that had grown beneath the surface of his skin.  More recently he had the top of his right ear removed as it was riddled with skin cancers.  He has, and will always be, a warning to me to stay out of the sun or at least be protected.

The ads on TV are right.  There is nothing healthy about a tan.  The only safe tan is a spray on one. 

This picture is of the scar on my arm.  Slip, Slop, Slap this summer to avoid having one of your own.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Fireman Definitions‏

A fireman came home from work one day and told his wife, "You know, we have a wonderful system at the fire station: Bell 1 rings and we all put on our jackets, Bell 2 rings and we all slide down the pole, Bell 3 rings and we're on the fire truck ready to go.’

"From now on when I say Bell 1 I want you to strip naked.  When I say Bell 2 I want you to jump in bed.  And when I say Bell 3 we are going to make love all night..”

The next night he came home from work and yelled "Bell 1!"  The wife promptly took all her clothes off.

When he yelled "Bell 2!", the wife jumped into bed.

When he yelled "Bell 3!" they began making love.

After a few minutes the wife yelled "Bell 4!"

"What the hell is Bell 4?" asked the husband?
"Roll out more hose," she replied.  "You’re no where near the fire."

Thursday, September 6, 2012

When The Night Is Young (And The Moon Is Full)

Staring up at the moon
Thoughts racing through my mind

It's tearing me apart
This wolf deep inside
The moon is full
It calls my name
The bite on my arm itches
And nothing will be the same
An arch of my back
A howl rips from my lips
The fur sprouts upon my body
And I know that this is it

Say a little prayer
Beg for your life
Tonight is going to get bloody
Beneath the pale moonlight

When the night is young
And the moon is full
Nothing is as it seems
The visions from your nightmares
Wake you with a scream
When the night is young

And the moon is full
You soon realize
That what you thought were just dreams
Is now standing before your eyes

Lurking in the shadows
Hidden from sight
Is a ghastly scene

That echoes the darkness of night
In the distance
Through the trees

I can see you walking
Completely at ease
Drool drips from my lips
I snarl a warning

And for the first moment of your life
You wished it was morning

Say a little prayer
Beg for your life
Tonight is going to get bloody
Beneath the pale moonlight

When the night is young
And the moon is full
Danger lurks around every bend
That's the moment when
You know your life is about to end
When the night is young
And the moon is full
You come to realize
All those stories about werewolves
Were not just little lies

Crashing through the trees
You see me and freeze
Keep repeating
Nothing is as it seems
My teeth are bared
I can tell that you're scared
Keep repeating
Do not despair

Say a little prayer
Beg for your life
Tonight is going to get bloody
Beneath the pale moonlight

When the night is young
And the moon is full
Nothing is as it seems
The visions from your nightmares
Wake you with a scream
When the night is young

And the moon is full
You soon realize
That what you thought were just dreams
Is now standing before your eyes