Dear Old Best Friend

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Dear Old Best Friend,

I take a look now and see you were right. Things are better now that we don’t talk. For a long time, I tried to obtain your forgiveness. Mainly, because I was afraid to reach out to meet other people. You’re all that I knew. Then I met my boyfriend and I started to realize that my online social life wasn’t as important as my relationship. Here was a man I could accomplish my dreams with and spend my life with. Not only that, but I could finally not only count on the computer for my social life. I met his friends, had a good time. I started talking to some old pals of mine and made a few new ones in the process. I became 100% true to me. You made me an ugly monster. I was frightened to let you go because hell, I didn’t know what was going to happen. And after a mutual friend of ours tried to get us together the last time, I knew that it wasn’t worth it anymore.

– Mercy

“Dear” Series Vlog

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Hello my Devils & Ghouls,

I’m pleased to announce my new microphone shall be in possession today when I go to get the mail. So I’ve decided to do a couple “Dear” series blogs on my You Tube channel with audio only until i figure out what’s up on my camera.

I guess… im just doing this to fiddle with the frickin microphone so my love and i can do some cover songs.

 

Anyway…

Cheers mate!

 

– Mercy

Artemia Episode 2 & More!

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Hello Devils & Creeps.

It is my pleasure to present to you, Artemia part 2. Whilst writing this, I’ve grown an attachment to my Artemia and have decided to make this a book series! I have created a create space account to have my Artemia published once it’s finished. I hope you all enjoy this.

– Mercy Desdemona

 

Artemia Episode 2

                         In 1933, I was a young seventeen year old girl living in a small village. I lived with my mother and father in a boarding house in the center of the village near the village hall. My father was the supervisor of the village and needed to be close to the hall in case any emergencies shall erupt. He was a good man and we had lots of good times in 1933. 1933 had to be where I felt the most human. So genuinely happy and also where I experienced my first true love. Roger Albert Birham was a lovely young man. He was tall, around six feet, with brown hair and dark eyes. He enjoyed playing the piano, even thought he’d never own one. His family was not well off like my family was. Which was a main concern of my father when we started our courtship. We would go to see a moving picture or two, picnic by Black Heart Pond, and plan a life together.

                        My father was not keen on me falling for a Birham. To my father, status was everything. I think, it was because he came from nothing and never wanted me to go through the same hardship. “Abby, if your hear is true to Roger, you have my blessing.” My father gave me his blessing in the August of 1933. In 1935, we had a wedding. It was a beautiful, fresh, spring day. The flowers were in bloom and the air smelled so fresh. My mother was proud and my father took me down the grassy isle to Roger. He had a stern look on his face as he held back the tears. We honeymooned at a cabin in the mountains. It made me the envy of my peers. It was during that time I knew I wanted this to be my final life. He was my one and only, and simply not replaceable. We made a home together in a small apartment looking over the park. It was a great location near my dress shops and Roger’s work place.

                                I became good friends with our neighbor, Lilith Roberts. Lilith would always come over for tea and discuss her father’s business. She was proud of her father ever so much. She was a young lady who adored children and always asked me, “When will you and Roger have a young babe?” She would always giggle and I would always respond, “Within the year.” I had my doubts of being a mother again, I would sometimes have frequent flashbacks to my Linda Mae. In the spring of 1937, on our wedding anniversary, I gave birth to a health young baby boy. We named him David Richard Birham after our fathers. We were a complete family.

                                    Roger was the ideal husband. He put food on the table and allowed us to have romantic dinners and family picnics. It wasn’t until David was the  age of five when things started to change. Mary Roberts was the older sister of dear Lilith. She was very wealthy, refined, had business connections, and always got what she wanted. Mary and Roger courted before I was his lover. She left him cold after a young fox came her way. I knew deep down Roger never let the incident go and I also knew he would never give into temptation. I could not help my jealousy though. I was a good young wife. I kept my jealousy just fuming inside me instead of exposing it.

                                   Roger started to grow tired of his status in society. He wanted to go further with his business and considered talking to Mary about helping him. He never said it to my face, but I knew that’s what he had planned deep down. He would keep his meetings with Mary secret. He started to not come home and David and I would spend a lot of time alone. I was happy I at least had my son. One day, after dropping David off to see the grandparents, I went into a bakery to apply for a position. I wanted to help Roger in this financial slum. The dress shop would not hire a woman that was not good at sewing, bakery was the only option.  After obtaining the position, I went to my apartment so full of glee. I walked in on a business meeting between Roger and Mary, but my presence wasn’t known. ” Roger darling, I’ve missed you.” Mary stated as she took a drag of her cigarette. Roger smiled. “I’ve missed you to Mary.” They exchanged glances as I entered the room. “Mary. So nice to see you.” I said with a clear smile on my face. No need to embarass Roger in front of his lovely company.

                       Roger looked at me. “You know how much I’ve missed Mary since when we were courting.” I nodded. “Yes, I know Roger. I’m sorry for jumping to any form of conclusion.” Mary walked over to me. She had long dark red hair, a marvelous figure. “Congratulations, Abbagail… for marrying such a wonderful man.” With that she walked out of our apartment and I went on to making dinner. Mary started becoming a more prominent person in Roger’s life. David and I began spending more time alone while Roger moved up in the world. I had to deal with the snickers and sneers by the public and my peers while Roger went out galevanting around with Mary Roberts. His smile soon faded from all family dinners and he would sometimes not come home.

                Not matter how much Roger did to me, I still loved him. On David’s sixth birthday, I had a party for him in the park with his boyhood friends. It was just me and David. Roger wasn’t anywhere to be found. It wasn’t a worry to me anymore. I became accustomed to Roger disappearing for weeks without contact. Lilith would come over to check on David and I periodically. She had a look on her face that she knew something I didn’t and she couldn’t tell me. I knew deep down inside that Roger’s love for Mary outweighed his love for me. I couldn’t blame him. On September 3, 1942, I heard from Roger in the most gruesome way. His obituary was in the newspaper. He had been found stone cold dead in an alleyway. It was said he suffered of a heart attack. I let out a few tears but didn’t cry as much as I thought I would. My one true love had died, and I couldn’t cry anymore than a few me mere seconds. I believe it’s because I knew, he was more dedicated to Mary Roberts. What hurt the most was the reading of my darling’s will. He left it all to David and Mary. I was a no one. I wasn’t even anyone to the love of my life!

                   After a while, I started seeing less and less of my own son. Lilith would take him to her home and he would live like she did. Mary was acting more of a mother towards him as time went on and even had me thrown out of the apartment building. I never saw Lilith, Mary, or David again. I moved into the old boarding house where my parents lived. One day, I decided my soul needed a new host. Abby Birham died of influenza in 1948.

                      My alarm went off at 6:00 AM sharp. Today was the day I agreed to pick up Aiden. The nine year old boy would be waiting for me at the bus station to be picked up and taken to Avery. Aiden is Avery’s son from Avery’s previous marriage. This would be the first time that little Aiden meets Avery’s girlfriend, Angel. She was a good fit for Avery and always supportive of his tattoo shop even though she would never get a tattoo herself. I quickly rose from my bed and let out a yawn. I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t look half bad in the early morning. I couldn’t even remember the last time I woke up this early in the morning. I quickly got dressed in jeans and a Motorhead t-shirt. I brushed my hair and put it up in a bun, I wasn’t about to mess with make up this early in the morning. I hopped into my black 57 Chevy and went to the bus station. Little Aiden stood there with his blue little mohawk looking around for me. “Hey there little guy!” I leaned down so he could give me a hug. “How was the trip?” He smiled, “It was awesome! I got to see a lot of towns on the way from mommy’s!” I laughed as we walked to my car. I helped him put his bags in the car and made sure he was safely in it. “Are you excited to see your dad?” He nodded. “Yeah… are you dating daddy?” I let out a small laugh. “No. But his girlfriend is happy to meet you. She’s really nice. You’ll love her.” Aiden scrunched his face. “Really?” I nodded. “Really.” Looking at Aiden, I saw a resemblance to David. I never knew what had become of my son. I have this urge to research it. After all, it was my son. I partially believe I see a resemblance because I remember times being a mother. I’ll start looking for David tomorrow on my day off. I don’t know how I’ll take it. I truly hope he had a long and lovely life.

                  We made the turn into Avery’s Tattoos. Avery lived above the shop. I was debating going to art school part-time to eventually be a tattoo artist myself. Avery loved that idea and has been pushing me ever since. He always tells me that I’d have a secure job with him and that I should really let out my artist passion. In all my lives, I never thought I would feel content or go to college. Angel picked up Aiden. “Hey little guy.” She smiled at him. “My name is Angel. You must be Aiden. I just love your mohawk!” He smiled and I knew he enjoyed being held by her. Avery and Angel made a lovely couple and I felt honored to have them as friends.

                 Avery came over to me with a manila folder. “I appreciate you pickin’ up the little man.” He smiled. “Not a problem. He’s a kick ass kid.” I laughed. Avery handed me the manila folder. “Here is some info for you to succeed as a tattoo artist. Angel and I really want to see you succeed. You’re part of our family.” I took the envelope and smiled looking at the contents. “Thanks guys.” I spent the rest of the night chatting with them about what I needed to do. I even stayed the night on their couch.

               I awoke at 8:45 AM. The news was on the television. A young woman was missing from town. Angel handed me a cup of coffee. “I hope they find her.” She said in a sombre tone. “Me too.” I said blowing on my coffee, nodding in agreement. “…We here at News 7 wish Gloria Roberts a safe return…”

How We Met

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Hello Devils & Ghouls.

How I met my boyfriend was the same way that many people do in this day in age: The Web. There are a lot of dangers meeting someone on the web, but I felt good knowing that he was a driving distance of 3 hours away at the time. He also lived in an area where my family had frequently visited in the past. So that also helped me chill and not mistaking him for some online predator (sorry love!). We stated talking in July 2012 and grew to become best friends fast. We love the same music, same movies, and even have the same outlooks on love and relationships. Over time, we texted each other non-stop. We were ALWAYS there for each other when no one else would listen. We would Skype when we got home from work and even on the nights we didn’t have to work, we would have all night movie nights (Mainly silent films) and stay up all night and even fall asleep on webcam together.

There were a lot of people trying to break us up. But, it was to no avail. We have something special and that’s all that matters. We’re content and happy. We moved in together on Christmas in 2012. A lot of people thought it was too soon in their eyes, but we were feeling very strongly about it. So on the day before Christmas, my dad and I went down on the snowy roads 3 hours south to pick up my love. It was funny meeting in person for the first time and being all – awkward. Well I was more so than Will. Why? Because that’s just how I am.

We have been together a year and a few months now. And even though we’ve had our ups and downs we’re still here.

 

 

Presenting: Demonic Refusal

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Demonic Refusal is a two piece metal band consisting of lovers Mercy and Will. Together they create original works while covering songs to pay tribute to their influences. Two bass players. Two vocalists. One love for creating music.

The music idea came around when the two first started talking on the web. After much discussion and constant interruptions by life events, the band has come together. Finally having a name.

Inspired by 80’s Heavy Metal, Demonic Refusal will be sure to catch your eye.

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