Artemia – Episode 1 – Late Posting!


Attention Devils and Ghouls,

I apologize for posting this late. My weekend was full of events I was unaware of and I do hope you forgive me and enjoy the passage below.

– Mercy Desdemona



Artemia: Ep.1

         I am an old soul trapped within a young body. I remember every detail, scent, name, etc. All of my lives. From beginning to end. I sit here smoking a cigarette, watching the smoke curl. A century ago, I was Bernadatte. A wealthy woman with a lot of political influence. My soul was born in 5 A.D. No I am not a vampire or a creature of the night. I am just a mere soul that refuses to rest in peace. No matter how hard I try. So here we are in 2013. I’m a young woman of twenty-three and I work as a receptionist at a tattoo parlor. I have to say, I have been lucky with my soul finding attractive people to call home. In the 1920s, I was Annabel Lee the Flapper. In the 1950s, I was a pin-up working a long side Betty Page. And in 2013, I’m a lovely and eccentric young woman.

        My name is Artemia. As I’ve stated before. I’m twenty-three. I live in a cabin near Dark Pond. Secluded by trees and away from town. Just how I like it. I hate when people say they wish they could live forever. You don’t realize how stressful it is. I know you hear this tons of times from vampire tales and all that jazz, but it really is a painful journey. No amount of anger management courses can help me with this pure anger and stress I feel at times. So I deal with it in my own manner. I’m working tonight, the late shift. Avery’s Tattoo parlor is in between two bars and is right in the down town area near the pizza shop. So tonight will be nothing more than a drunk tattoo spree. I couldn’t tell you how many people coming in here claiming to be oh so in love and get names tattooed on them…but it turns out to be either spelled wrong or the wrong woman/man’s name. Don’t get names tattooed Ladies and Gents. Because I guarantee within the next three weeks, you’ll be back in the tattoo chair getting a cover up.

         I’m sitting here watching the news. When will people learn the world is not just black and white. The human brain cannot comprehend what is all out there. We aren’t meant to know everything. Stop bitching about religion and politics and smell the flowers asshole. It’s times like this where I remember Morty. Morty Ives, my lover in 1925. Asshole made me swim with the fishes after our child was born. All because it wasn’t a son. It was a calm night in 1925. I was coming home with Betsy Murr from the new picture. Morty was waiting for me at the usual corner. He didn’t like to show his face. Pigs would be all over him. Our daughter, Linda Mae, was in his arms. She looked like she was sleeping. AS if she was just rocked into a slumber. Morty smiled at me and took me out to Denver’s Pond just a little bit out of town. At first, I objected. The cool night air could be too cold for Linda Mae. Morty insisted. When we arrived, his smile faded. An evil came over his straight face. Two male figures approached us out of the dark. Morty looked at me. “Annabel Lee… I believe you promised me a son as our first born. And since you’ve broken a promise…” He dropped Linda Mae on the ground. She was stone cold dead. I let out a cry and then a scream. “Morty! How could you do this?! To our child!” He smacked me across the face and snickered. “Devil Woman!” He proclaimed before having his two goons tie me up and gag me. “Devil woman! Gave me a devil child!” He sent me to drown… my demise… all the while screaming that I was a devil woman with a devil child. His chant were the final words I heard.

      Once Annabel died, my soul found a new host. A woman who found Annabel’s body. Yep. I found my own dead corpse. And I was allowed to do my duty as a responsible citizen to get Morty Ives and the Goons locked up until their dying day. Mother flippin’ Justice! How about them apples? Morty, I hope you never rest in peace. More like resting in pieces.

                    I made it to Avery’s Tattoo Parlor on time. Some rather large woman was pulling down her pants to get a tramp stamp of a butterfly. Poor Avery. I sat down at the front desk to help some customers. Tonight shall be interesting.

– End Part One-

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

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Short – Story


Hello Devils & Ghouls!

I am currently feeling creative and can sense a creative binge on the rise here. I am currently working on a short story that I have decided I will post on here in different “Episodes”. For instance, Friday will be part one but I shall call it Episode 1 and in order to continue you have to tune in next Friday. Won’t that be interesting? The set time for uploading the story is 11:00 PM Eastern Time (USA). So if you are interested in reading and following along – that would be great. I’m thinking of tying in games to go with the story for more interaction with you guys. Here is a little bit about the story without giving to much away:


Summary: Artemia Aisling is a young and beautiful woman the age of 22 in current times. She’s straight forward, independent and works as a receptionist at a tattoo parlor. Her mind is always full of interesting places and events that have occurred. A lot of friends and a romantic interest make it seem like Artemia is the perfect woman. She’s got a great life that she’ll admit, but people don’t see whats on the inside. She’s trying to just rest. Simply rest. But she’s unsure of how she’ll achieve this rest – or if she even will.


I know what you’re thinking and I can just tell you  – you’re wrong. Tune in Friday at 11PM to read the first episode. Those who leave feedback on the episode may get a part in adding something within the story or a chance for me to share your blog on my YouTube Channel to show my appreciation for your creepage.


Blood & Guts,

Mercy Desdemona



Ancient Symbols


The Original Meaning
The word “swastika” comes from the Sanskrit svastika – “su” meaning “good,” “asti” meaning “to be,” and “ka” as a suffix.

Until the Nazis used this symbol, the swastika was used by many cultures throughout the past 3,000 years to represent life, sun, power, strength, and good luck

Ancient symbols and words have lost there meaning and have come something they’ve never supposed to be. Normally, when you see Swastika you think of the Nazi Regime as we’re taught in high school. But dears, we’ve been around long before that time. There was a time where symbols had beautiful meanings and as man-kind grew they became ugly just like man-kind themselves. 

I love studying the ancients. I feel right at home while reading about their lives and wish I had the power to observe them. Not like a stalker, but an intrigued nerd with a history obsession. Why is it that in school we aren’t taught more of the ancient symbols and communication? We can’t say there isn’t any documents nor evidence of their communication systems. Why hide the meaning of these symbols that our ancients left behind? Why only teach us one sided studies?