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Haiku Friday – Ember & Flame

30 Jun

“It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.”

~Buddha

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Where is hell? Some people say it’s right here on Earth, in our world, and after watching the news for a few minutes you may believe it too. Others say hell is in your mind. Walk into any insane asylum or hospital for the criminally insane and I guarantee it’ll make perfect sense. What could be more hellish than our own guilt?

If we were to imagine hell as a place here on Earth, where would it be? I can’t think of a place closer to hell than inside an active volcano standing on the banks of a magma lake––can you?

HELL

by Vashti Q

Deep in the darkness

Confined till the end of days

Swallowed by Volcán

Wrapped in chains, covered in ash

Tormented by magma flames

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“The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.”

~John Milton

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“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”

~Oscar Wilde

 

Ember and Flame are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Last week’s prompt words were Darkness and Deep. Since I didn’t do Haiku Friday last week I decided to incorporate these words into today’s poem.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

Happy Friday and great weekend, everyone!

 

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The Train Ride From Hell – Finale

4 Mar

Happy Tuesday everyone and a warm welcome to my blog! Today I’m posting the fourth and final part of my short Horror series The Train Ride From Hell. I hope you enjoy the finale!

NOTE: You must read Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 in order to follow and enjoy the finale.

WARNING: Do not read this series alone or in the dark.

The Train Ride From Hell – Finale

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

“Why do you watch?” the girl asked with furrowed brow. I gazed at her, and this time I felt love for her. I didn’t want her to suffer any longer.

 

“I don’t know, but I will not look out again. You were right to stay in your seat.”

 

“I stay in my seat because I already know what is out there and where I will be going,” she said with her face tight barely able to hide her anger and pain.

 

“How do you know this?”

 

“That isn’t important.”

 

“Where are you going?”

 

“My stop is Violence. I committed violence against you…”

 

“I forgive you!” I spurted.  She smiled faintly at me.

 

“…and I committed violence against myself–when I slit my throat after stabbing you in the belly.”  My hands flew to my mouth, and I continued to sob.

 

“I’m so sorry for what I did to you–to your entire family. You don’t deserve to be here. You’re just a child who suffered greatly, and you were traumatized by your mother’s death. You deserve a second chance.”

 

“There are no second chances here. I will be transformed into a twisted thorny bush and fed upon by beautiful women with wings. They will resemble you so that I will always remember the face of my victim. Every bite these creatures take will be devastatingly painful to me. Every branch torn and every thorn plucked will cause me unbearable pain and suffering, but every branch and thorn will grow back so that my suffering may be infinite.”

 

“No!”  I couldn’t bear the thought of this. My heart was torn to pieces.  “I don’t want you to hurt anymore.”

 

“What we want is no longer pertinent.” I looked at her wretched little face. This was my fault entirely–this young girl’s suffering and her ghastly fate. I must somehow undo this!

 

I left my seat and ran up and down the aisles.

 

“Conductor! Where is the conductor? I must speak to him!” I yelled. Immediately,  I heard his voice behind me.

 

“What is it you must say to me?”

 

“Do you have the power to remove someone from this train and release them from their fate in hell?”

 

“I do not.”  My heart sank.  “However,” he continued, “the people on this train have the ability to save themselves.”  The creepy conductor breathed new life into me with his words, and I lifted my head high.

 

“Surely you do not believe you can save yourself?” he sniggered. “You are a greedy, self-absorbed woman!”

 

“I am not attempting to save myself. I deserve whatever comes to me, but there’s someone here that is innocent.”

 

“No one on this train is innocent,” said the conductor in a malicious tone.

 

The young girl approached the conductor and me and held onto my arm, but hid herself halfway behind me. Her hands were cold and trembling.

 

“This girl is innocent! Everything she did, I drove her to do it. She was traumatized and not in her right mind. She deserves another chance.” The conductor’s face altered, becoming still more hideous and wicked, and his irises became red balls of fire. I was frightened, but stood my ground.

 

“She is not wholly innocent!” he growled. I flinched and the young girl hid further behind me. I could hear her whimpering.

 

“I will gladly take whatever punishment was meant for her!”

 

“You have your own punishment to bear!”

 

“Then I will accept her punishment as well as mine! She has already suffered enough because of me. She doesn’t deserve to continue to be tormented for the things I’ve done! It is my turn to hurt. I will suffer on her behalf!” I meant every word with all my heart.

 

The conductor began to grow out of his uniform. His skin became rough and a fungus green. He grew thrice the size, his face so ugly it was painful to look upon. His chest heaved with each audible breath. His long burly fingers balled into tight fists. He growled, and long sharp horns exploded out of his head. He stared at me with his red eyes and snarled, showing me his large, razor-sharp teeth. I trembled and my teeth chattered uncontrollably. I screamed and sobbed as the heat radiated from the monster’s blazing hide, singing my skin. I turned to shield the girl from the inferno, and what I saw stunned me.

 

She was aglow.  Airy.  She looked radiant and happy.

 

“I have been forgiven. Thank you, this was your doing. I am going to a good place now.” With these words her ethereal body floated up and traveled through the train’s ceiling, disappearing from view. “Thank you!” I heard her say again from the distance. I took a deep breath, feeling relief. She was safe now and she would never suffer again. I gaped at the monster before me through squinted eyes.

 

“I’m ready to receive my punishment and hers. Take me to whatever nightmare awaits me.” My voice quavered, but I had made my point. The beast slouched forward and with a thunderous roar, lifted his claws to attack me. I could feel its incredible rage!

 

 

I opened my eyes. The pain was excruciating. Groans escaped my lips. I couldn’t move.

 

“Welcome back,” said a man wearing a white coat. I stared at him in awe.

 

“Can you speak?” he asked in a kind voice.

 

“Yes,” I croaked.

 

“You’re in St. Francis Hospital. You were involved in a serious automobile accident. Apparently you received a serious puncture wound in your abdomen during the crash. You’ve been in a coma for the last few weeks. We didn’t think you would make it, but in the last couple of days, your vitals began to stabilize. I believe you’re going to be alright now.”

 

I must have seemed crazy to the doctor as I began to simultaneously laugh and cry despite the pain. Yes, I will be all right now, and so will she.

 

Copyright © 2014 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.

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Photograph by Amanda-Diaz (DeviantART)

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The Train Ride From Hell – PART 3

27 Feb

The Train Ride From Hell - PART 3

Hi everyone! I’m so happy many of you are enjoying my short Horror Series The Train Ride From Hell.  Today I’m posting Part 3 of the series. If you have not yet read Part 1 or Part 2 I suggest you read those first.  As always, I must warn you that this is a Horror story, so you may want to read it in daylight and/or with a buddy. Thank you!

The Train Ride From Hell – PART 3

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

I shook my head from side to side. My lips trembled and waterfalls fell from my eyes.

 

“No–please! I didn’t know,” I pleaded. “You’re right, I never thought about the people in the men’s lives who I slept with. If I had known this would happen, I never would have done the things I did.”

 

“It’s too late now,” she whispered.

 

“No, no! I’m sorry. I will change my ways. From this moment on, I will always think of the consequences of my actions. I don’t want to go to hell!” I grabbed the girl by the shoulders again. “Please help me! I’m sorry about your mother. I didn’t know–I would have never had the affair with your father if I had known the consequences it would bring. I will never have another affair. I will respect the sanctity of marriage from now on. I swear!”

 

“It’s too late!” she cried and turned away. My eyes darted from one face to another of the passengers. Some were demons, but others were humans like me, waiting to be taken to the appropriate circle of hell. It was becoming hotter in the train. I was sweating. I was panting heavily, wringing my hands. There’s got to be a way out for me. This can’t be happening to me. I went back to the girl who had returned to her seat. My heart was pounding hard against my chest.

 

“Who brought me here?” I asked. She glanced at me. Her face was ashen and her lips trembled. “Who brought me here?” I insisted. “Maybe if I spoke to the person–or thing–that brought me here I can convince him that I’ve changed and don’t belong here.”

 

“I brought you here–when I killed you,” she hissed.

 

I stared at her dumbfounded. I’m dead? This can’t be true.

 

“I was overcome by grief when I found my mother. She had taken poison. The expression on her face told me it was neither a quick, nor a painless death. I will never forget the look on her face.”  She closed her eyes and released rain from under her eyelids. Then she glared at me.  “I had to make you pay. Now, I am on my way to the last circle of hell to burn for all eternity–with you.”  The look on her face was bleak. My body slumped. I felt hollow, except for the burning pain in my chest. She murdered me, yet I felt only pity for her. I was remorseful for all I had put her through.

 

The train stopped. The passengers did not willingly file out of the train anymore. Tall, sinewy, dark green monstrous creatures forced them to exit, kicking and screaming. Trembling, I inched my way to the opening and looked outside the train. I searched for a sign to tell me where the train had stopped. The sign read: Gluttony.

 

This was a muddy place, and it rained ceaselessly. The rain must have been freezing cold because the passengers that were forced out began to shiver almost immediately once they were outside the train. They were stripped of their clothes and tossed by the green monstrosities into a muddy pit.

 

The rancid, putrefied smell of this place penetrated through the invisible field that kept me inside the train. The ogres took pleasure in physically torturing the people. The people were also forced to wallow in the foul mud and eat mouthfuls of it while the green brutes urinated and defecated within it. It was a repugnant scene. My stomach ached, and I was nauseous. I retched time and time again, but released nothing.

I hurried back to my seat convinced I would not look outside at any of the other stops. I was bawling uncontrollably. I couldn’t imagine spending eternity in a place like this, but the thought of her suffering for all time perturbed me most. I had to do something, but what? What can I do?

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The Train Ride From Hell – PART 2

25 Feb

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Hello my friends and welcome to my blog. Last week I posted Part 1 of my short series The Train Ride From Hell. As promised I have posted Part 2 today. Remember there’s a warning attached to this series: do not read at night . . . or by yourself. 😉 Enjoy!

The Train Ride From Hell – PART 2

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

Limbo? Where is this place? I’d never heard of Limbo. My mind was reeling. I continued to stare. The place didn’t look too bad. There were green fields and flower bushes. In the distance there was a large mansion surrounded by gates.

 

 

Perhaps I could speak to someone there. Maybe they had the answers I sought and could help me get back home.

 

 

I made an attempt to flee the train, but I couldn’t get past the round opening. An invisible energy prevented me from exiting the train. Suddenly, I felt an ice-cold hand on my shoulder.  It was the conductor.

 

 

“I told you this wasn’t your stop,” he hollered. “Take your seat!” His eyes turned into red coals. I flinched and hurried to sit by the girl again. I stared at her, shivering, still feeling the cold on my shoulder transferred by the conductor’s eerily frigid hand. She glanced at me with sad, moist verdant eyes, then she turned to look ahead.

 

 

“Who are you?” I asked, but she gazed forward. I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. “Who are you? What is this place? Why am I here? Why are you here?”  She screamed and pushed me with such force that I slid off my seat and onto the worm infested floor. Rats came running toward me the moment I landed. They began to bite any exposed skin. I howled and grimaced. I grabbed onto a seat and holding it, I clambered to get on my feet. I sat next to the girl again. I put my feet up on the chair wailing and trembling with fear and pain. She glowered at me. Her chest heaved in rhythm with her breathing.

 

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you or hurt you. Please tell me what is happening––why are we on this train?” I waited for her answer.

 

 

“This is no ordinary train, it doesn’t take you to places you want to go.  It takes you to places where you deserve to go.” Tears streamed over her rosy cheeks.

 

 

I stared at her for a long time, trying to understand what she was saying. A drop of slobber on my hand indicated I had my mouth open the whole time. I wiped my hand on my blouse and wiped the dribble around my mouth with the back of my hand.

 

 

“I understand now that I’m not traveling in an ordinary train, and I realize that some of the people on the train are not people at all, but why am I here and how did I get here?”

 

 

“Why do you assume I know these things?” She scrunched her eyes and nose.

 

 

“I just a feeling that I have and you look familiar to me somehow. Please, tell me everything.” If I could have gotten on my knees to beg her I would have.

 

 

“I’m not sure you want to know everything.” She lowered her head.

 

 

I shifted in my seat and faced her. “I do! I do want to know. Please! How much more do I need to beg before you will answer my questions?”

 

 

“Alright. I will tell you everything.” She tossed her long, sooty black hair back.

 

The train came to a screeching halt again. My heart galloped in my chest. Once more the opening appeared. I was overwhelmed with the desire to look out again. I rose from my seat and watched the people getting off at this stop. Some were demons and some were regular folk like me. They looked frightened and sobbed as they trudged to their destiny. Some had to be forced out by the fiends.

 

 

I rushed and joined them. They stepped out of the train with ease, but I hit a wall and couldn’t traverse the opening. I looked out, and what I saw terrified me. There was a frightful storm. The people were blown to and fro by terrible winds. The winds came from different directions and violently tore off their clothes. It smashed them against walls, the ground and each other without rest. Lightning and thunder moved through the area with loud booms and flashes so bright, they caused temporary blindness! The passengers’ faces warped and twisted in horror and pain. The doorway began to close. Before the circle closed completely, I caught a glimpse of a sign, which read Lust.

 

 

A cold wave of realization began to overtake my body. Artic liquid circulated through my veins. I needed to know what the girl with the vivid green eyes knew and I needed to know now! I rushed to her. I grabbed her by the arms and yanked her to her feet.

 

 

“Tell me! Tell me!” I yelled in her face. “Where is this train taking me?”

 

 

“Hell!” she screamed.  “You are going to hell.”  I released her.  Everything spun around me.  My legs were weak and couldn’t sustain me any longer.  I plopped down in my seat.

 

 

My heart was in my throat. “How did I get here? Who brought me here?” My voice was thick and hoarse and didn’t sound like my own.

 

 

“The question you should be asking is why you are here.”  There was resentment in her voice, in her eyes.

 

 

“Why am I here?” I was not eager to know the answer but I had to hear it.

 

 

“You are an evil woman. You hurt people.” She scowled.

 

 

I shook my head. “No! I never hurt anyone!”

 

 

She narrowed her eyes. “You never stopped to think how your sleeping with married men to use them and take their money affected their wives and children!”

 

 

I was speechless as I gawped at her. Her doleful green eyes turned dark as she continued to say terrible undisputed things about me.

 

 

“Like a witch, you enticed my father and put him under your spell. You ensnarled him with your wiles. He became obsessed with you. He stopped trying to hide his affair. He didn’t care who knew about you. Well, my mother knew of you and so did I!” Her face was etched with sorrow.

 

 

Her withering expression made my heart grow heavy. She hung her head.

 

 

“My father became more and more distant from my mother and his children. We no longer mattered. You were all he cared about. My mother could not bear the pain any longer. So she took her own life.” She lifted her eyes from the ground and glared at me. I gasped.

 

 

“You drove my mother to suicide! You killed her and now you are going to hell for it!”

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The Train Ride From Hell – PART 1

21 Feb

The Train Ride From Hell

Hello everyone! Today I’ve posted PART 1 of my short Horror Series:

The Train Ride From Hell.

The inspiration for this story comes from an account I read on my friend Ashwin Kumar’s Blog (My World… My Words) about a terrible train ride he had taken not long ago–Sunrise Shots From Train. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know your thoughts.

WARNING: Do Not Attempt To Read This Series At Night!

 

The Train Ride From Hell – PART 1

The piercing note of a horn woke me. I sat upright in my seat, then started when I heard the roar of an engine. I checked my surroundings. My pulse raced as I realized I was aboard a train. I shook my head trying to shake away the fog in my brain. Why am I on this train? Where am I going? I sprung to my feet and searched for a sign or map––anything that would indicate where I was. I saw nothing. There were no advertising billboards or maps, no neon signs telling me what the next stop would be.

 

I looked out of the grimy window nearest me. Smoke. Maybe fog? I could hardly see anything at all. I noticed the train’s walls. This train was not like the ones I’ve taken many times. The walls on this train were black like wrought iron, covered with a slimy film. Ugh! I looked at my seat. I screamed and recoiled. The seat was covered in grime, and there were roaches crawling all over it!

 

I stared at the people quietly sitting in their seats. My stomach churned painfully. The walls of the train seemed to shift up and down. I became dizzy and nauseated as I witnessed cockroaches crawling over some passengers’ laps, chests and even heads! Rats fiddled around their feet. Certain areas of the train’s floor moved. No––there were hundreds of slimy worms wriggling about. I retched repeatedly. I couldn’t understand why these people remained calm in their seats while insects and vermin crawled all over them. Who were these people? Where was this train going? How did I get here?

 

I scuttled down the aisle glancing at the different faces. Some were in a trance––they seemed to be in some sort of stupor. A large worm slithered halfway into a man’s ear while he sat motionless and stared ahead, his eyes glazed. With unsteady hands I pulled the worm out of his ear, slammed it on the ground and stomped on it. The man turned his head and smiled at me. It was not a grateful smile. The smile was evil and grotesque. Right before my eyes, his face shifted into a demonic form, then back to that of a man. Disconcerted, I tottered away.

 

There was a whirling sensation in my head and my breathing became shallow. I saw a woman with cockroaches crawling in and out of her hat. I pulled the hat off her head and threw it to the ground. Dozens of roaches spilled out and crawled all over her face. Her head whisked in my direction and she cackled as insects crawled into her mouth! I was overcome with feelings of queasiness. My heart was pounding loudly in my ears. My eyes jumped from passenger to passenger. Suddenly, they all stared at me at once, some grinning, others laughing, and yet others sobbing. Some faces flickered from human faces to that of demons. I clutched my hair and screamed again and again. I ran up and down the aisle. I couldn’t find a way out. Besides, the train was moving at an alarming speed. I couldn’t escape.

 

“Where am I?” I sobbed into my hands.

 

“You’re on a train,” a young voice responded.

 

“I know I’m on a train, but where am I . . . ” My voice trailed off when I saw her. She was a girl––no more than sixteen. She appeared almost angelic. There were no bugs crawling over her pretty face. She looked as out of place here as I did.

 

“Do you know where this train is going?” I stared still in disbelief.

 

“I’m not sure, but I have an idea.” She had an agonized expression. I continued to look at her for a while. She was definitely not like some of the others.

 

“Do you know how you got aboard this train? Because I have no idea how I got here!” My body trembled. She looked at me askance.

 

“Take your seats the train will make its first stop shortly!” A conductor showed up out of nowhere. I ran to him.

 

“How did I get on this train? Did you see when and how I got on? Someone must have brought me onboard. Do you know whom? Where is this train stopping?” The conductor only stared at me with a look of revulsion on his face.

 

“Sit.  Down.  You will see soon enough. You won’t be getting off here.” He laughed. He had a malevolent, doom-laden laugh that sent chills up and down my spine. I glanced at the girl; her face was pale––her eyes wide. When I turned to speak to the conductor again, he was gone. Having no choice, I sat by the girl’s side. Her hands trembled and she gazed at me with doleful eyes. I sobbed quietly.

 

The train was about to stop. I heard the squeal of steel wheels on steel rail. I tried to look out the window, but the glass was too dirty, and a thick wall of fog blocked my view. I glanced behind us. There was a gap between our row of seats and the row behind us. That’s usually where doors would be located, but there were no doors.

 

The train stopped with a jolt. The black, slimy wall between the two rows began to open. A round opening appeared, growing larger as if a flame were eating away at it. Passengers began to get out of their seats and file out of the train. I was not sure I wanted to go anywhere these people went, but I was compelled to see what was out there. I stood. The young girl gasped and held onto my arm.

 

“Don’t!” Her eyes were large with fear.

 

“I need to see.” I wrested my arm from her hold.

 

I rushed to the round opening and stared out. There was a sign right outside the train on the platform that read Limbo

 

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Be sure to read PART 2