Thursday 16 January 2014


As I put my hand on the warm hardness, I could feel the acceleration mount inside my mortal self. I felt a surge rush through my veins that I had never felt before. I clasped my fingers around this magnificent piece and felt a rush of juices ignite my spirit.

I stood holding tightly, trying to calm my heartbeat, looking around bracing myself for the warmth of this member to explode, anticipating the excited heat that it would discharge. A squeeze and my pulse quickened as a hot flash flew across the room.

Feeling very satisfied, I continued to squeeze harder and more rapidly until I had spent all its ammunition.

Looking at my target, I had hit the bull’s eye.

There is nothing like a Glock in your hand.

Saturday 11 January 2014

Two against one

I heard a click and then a scraping sound at my door. Someone had inserted a key into my lock at the front door. I liked my privacy so never shared my key with anyone. Another scratching. It sounded like whoever it was kept trying different keys in the lock. My alarm should be going off, but no sound. Had they cut my wires to the alarm? 
Now, I was wide-awake. In one quick motion I jumped out of bed, heading towards the stairs.

I was just about to head down when I remembered my cell phone beside my bed, back to get it. The sound of a window being broken then silence. 
The intruder or intruders were waiting to see if the breaking noise had woken anyone. I slowly crept back into the bedroom, locking my door as silently as possible. As I reached for my phone, I heard footsteps on the stairway, stealthy padding, two sets for sure. Both hitting the squeak on stair ten, they were closer than I had thought. They would hear my dial tone. Should I chance letting them know I was here?

I could hear them going into the first bedroom at the top of the stairs, mine would be the next one they would look into. I slowly opened my side drawer, taking the safety off my gun, the steely click seemed too loud. I could now smell body odor and breathing from behind the closed door, was it fear or just unclean bodies. Were they standing right outside my door, not making a sound?

The door handle turned, they would realized the door was locked. One set of footsteps moved to the third bedroom, then returned after finding it empty. I could hear their whispers, deciding what to do next. Fear almost overwhelmed me as I realized I was about to be discovered.
I did not give them a chance to think as I blasted three bullets in succession through the door.   
A loud scream and then stillness, I knew I had hit at least one. I had lots more bullets, so waited to see what would happen next.

A crash as the door came off its hinges and fell inward. A bulky dark man stood glaring at me with fire in his eyes, yelling I had killed his brother. I looked down at the body that lay lifeless. He came at me with a steel bar, seeing my gun pointed at his head he finally realized if he attacked me he would also die.

He started to back out of the bedroom, telling me he would kill me if it took him the rest of his life. He stumbled on a broken piece of the door that lay beside his brother, turned to flee. 

I could not take the chance of shooting him in the back as too many questions would arise.

And I could not let him leave and have the worry about him coming back to kill me. I yelled for him to wait and as he turned I took aim and shot him right through the heart. 
I told him this was the rest of his life.

Problem solved as I picked up the phone to call the police.

Friday 3 January 2014


I awoke wondering if the noise was in my dream or for real. I squinted out of one eye into the darkness of my room. A shadow appeared at my sliding door, why had the alarm not sounded. I pretended to stir and moved closer to the edge of my bed. The shadow stayed still not moving an inch. My bathroom was to my right of the bed, as I pulled the covers up over my body, I did not want to be seen awake.

If I could take this person by surprise and bolt for the bathroom I could lock myself in and yell for help. The shadowy shape took a step closer towards the bed. It was now or never. I leapt screaming as loud as my terrified voice could manage as the figure pounced towards the bed. I slammed the bathroom door, my hands shaking as I locked it, finally the latch caught and  I pushed a chair against the door handle.

All I could hear through the door was a voice swearing under his breath, it was a man for sure, as his fowl, language came through the wall. The door started to creak under the pressure as he was pushing his full weight against it. Opening my bathroom window, I knew I could never get through such a small opening but started to scream rape. As I continued to shriek through the silent dark night, the area became a blaze of lights through the complex, then sirens in the distance. Someone had heard my cries for help.

All became quiet from the bedroom. Had he escaped before help arrived?  Then I could hear him breathing against the bathroom door. He had not been scared off.  A knock came to the apartment door and I could hear voices, not able to hear what was being said. I opened the bathroom door only to hear his voice tell whoever was there, the yelling was not coming from this place. Closing the door,  he headed towards the me.

I started to scream again that he was the one trying to rape me. Had they left not hearing me scream? I climbed towards the little window, yelling as loud as I could. His voice came through the door telling me to open it or he would break it down.

A man's voice spoke  quietly at the bathroom window, asking me if there was only one person in the room  and did he have a gun? I told him I did not know if he had a gun but he was alone. The voice outside said said the police would be here very soon. He said I should try to  climb out the window and he would catch me. His gentle voice told me he had a broken leg and would  not be  much help until the police arrive. He said all the tenants had gone back into their homes thinking it was a false alarm.

My intruder was almost through my bathroom door, I could see his dark blazing eyes through the cracks, as he had been able to splinter the panel of the door. He was only inches away from me now. Looking around the room to see if there was anything I could use against this man. I found some razor blades under the counter and tried to calm myself as  I broke a blade in half. He crashed through the door. with a  piece of the chair in his hand as he came towards me.  He was in a frenzy coming at me fast.

As he  came close enough to me I flailed towards his face,  the blade in my fingers.
His blood immediately spurted everywhere hitting the white sink. I had sliced an artery on my first swing. He went down hitting his head on the toilet seat. Then a crashing of my door and the room filled with police, blood everywhere, one of the police slipped on it as he entered the room.

The man with the broken leg appeared, took me out into the fresh air holding me tight. His car was parked beside a police car. He told me to sit inside as he went around to the driver’s side slipping in as he started the engine. I asked what he was doing, all I got was a shut the fuck up as he drove away, passing another police car with siren and light ablaze.

Shock. I felt blood in my own hand as I realized I was still holding on to the razor blade.