I have the best friends in the world and Snippet Sunday

[image error] Today we were supposed to talk about our Muse's and mine would have to be my friends. Author Toy Davis and I would sit around writing as we watched horror/classic/b-rated movies. It came down to why don't you write a book. I draw inspiration from all my friends. My friend John he gave me 3 wonderful story ideas, all three are in Flights of Delusion. The Job came from the line. After that it just came to me.


The Job
                May you walk through the raining pools of blood and dance on the guts of your victims.
                The words floated to the top of her head. She had been given a job, a good job, a job she knew she could really do. A job she had been dreaming for since she could remember. Remember since when? Lucifer had explained her duties, and she planned on doing her very best. To show not only Lucifer, but his other head-honchos, that he chose well.
                Raining pools of blood.
    Cestoda came while we were celebrating John's birthday at the very first Mayhem Fest. My sister and our friend Jason had to tolerate us two drunks and that evening sitting on the green out at the Shoreline Amphitheater half people watching and waiting on Slipknot to come out we crafted the major B-rated horror series that had us in tears. Cestoda is just one. There are still two more stories to be written.Cestoda
                Bobbie found himself hiding in the dark, noises and screams all around him. His heart hammered in his chest. Think, you idiot, he thought. He moved the plastic aside for a small peek under the table he hid under. The sun started to set about half an hour ago. The sight of everyone tripping or jumping over the dead bodies was unnerving. He was so glad the acid trip was over.
                Two other people slipped under the table. He moved to the very edge, scared. They too were frightened by the sight of him. No one said anything for some time. They just stared at each other while the screams and the scuffing of shoes passed by. A loud shriek filled the air, which made him think of Sky. Bobbie tried to think back to how he had gotten here. Fucking weird day.

The next one was Wicked Game. Well let me say after getting out of a bad relationship there are worse out there. After some a few hours of heart to heart ranting :o) It's good for your soul Wicked Game was born.
Wicked Game
                Mark stood there, face drawn in shock, his large brown eyes staring straight ahead. The barrel of the gun stared at him like a giant eye. Grey smoke rolled, twisting out of it, moving to the ceiling reminding him of his own cigarette smoke. He felt numb as the smell of gunpowder stung his nostrils. She stared at him, eyes filled with madness. Why had she done this? What had he done to deserve this? Slowly, like a dream, his body became heavy. He leaned against the wall, his legs unable to hold the weight. His hand went to the spreading wetness on his shirt.
On Live Journal me and my friend Robbie were in a horror icon group as well as weekly horror short story contests. One was to write your friends in and Robbie of course had to be in this one because I was doing fears and Robbie's Well here you go on that.
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She looked at him with blank, black eyes, which made him take a step back. The skin on her face started to peel, and he caught sight of something else in her body. Something alien, yet familiar. He took another step back as her body started to break open like a cocoon. Giant, wet, brown wings unfurled as the two pieces of Kellie’s body fell to the floor. The wingspan had to be at least six feet. The brown, hairy body was supported by thin legs. Humongous, black, alien eyes stared at him; the very same Kellie had looked at him with. His heart raced, and a huge lump formed in the pit of his stomach. His mouth went dry. He backed away from the gargantuan moth as it came closer.  
I have a great bunch of Muses who let me abuse them :oD But without them I don't think I would have made it as far as I have. Flights of Delusion is dedicated to all my friends John Lara, Robbie Dorman, James Gibbs, Valeria Baker, Renee Foster, Destiny Howard, Charles Byrd, Kris Hernandez, Greg Ruelas, Jim Bennett, Rebecca, and all the rest of you out there. Just because I didn’t name you doesn’t mean I don’t love you too! Thanks for being my muses, my editors, and the most awesome people in the world! :o)