Wheel of Fortune


I’ve been thinking a lot about the future lately. I’ve been trying to decide what I want. I’ve been thinking about making some big changes. It seems like I’m on the precipice of something new and exciting, I’m just waiting on the leap. I feel like I’m at that point where I need to make a decision and take the leap, but I’m still not sure which cliff I want to jump off. Life is like that though, just a series of choices.

Hopefully soon I’ll have some new and exciting news for you all!

In the meantime, I hope everyone has an enjoyable and thoughtful Memorial Day.

And please enjoy the next installment of “Something You Can’t Forget.”

With Screams and Axes,



He smiled at her with a mouth full of mango. Chocolate drool dribbled down his chin and his eyes flashed wildly with no hints of embarrassment. He seemed frantically strange and proud. Something about the smile was menacing. Melissa was overcome with the feeling that this strange man was somehow threatening her. She wanted him to leave and never come back to the shop again. She wouldn’t even make him pay for the tray of chocolate covered mango slices if that’s what it took.

“I think maybe it’s time for you to leave now, Sir,” Melissa said with her manager voice. “The store is closing.”

He swallowed in one big gulp. Melissa watched, scared he was going to choke. He smiled and showed her his tongue and his empty mouth. “Oh yeah?” He said.

“Yes.” Melissa walked towards the door and gestured for him to use it. He didn’t, instead standing at the counter smiling and shaking his head.

“Listen Melissa, I didn’t really come here for Taffy. I actually had something I wanted to ask you.”

“Something to ask me?” Melissa repeated. “What do you mean?” She couldn’t remember if she’d told him her name or not.

“Yes, I think I have something you want.”

Melissa walked back to the counter and looked the man in the eyes. Everything about him made her uneasy. She didn’t trust him and she didn’t like that he knew her name.

“Oh yes, how rude of me!” he slapped a hand against his forehead. “My name is Max.” He held out his hand for her to shake. She took it cautiously. “You’re right. It’s not fair for me to know your name and for you not to know mine.”

“Why do you know my name?” Melissa asked him.

“Well, you came to my attention. Yes, that’s what we’ll say, you came to my attention. I noticed you, and made it a business of mine to learn more about you.”

“Why?” Melissa felt confused and felt her hands trembling. She saw other mall employees in the hallway outside walking away from their locked stores. Soon the mall would be completely empty, and she’d be all alone with this crazy man.

         “I have special gifts. Yes, I have something special. I like to use my talents to help people when I can, if I can.”


“I think I can help you. I can give you something you want. If you want it bad enough, that is.”

“Are you selling something?” Melissa asked him bluntly, all sweetness gone from her voice. If this was all a sales pitch for a face cream or something, she was going to be livid.

“No, no, not selling,” Max said, waving away the idea emphatically. “But there is a price,” he added, shrugging his shoulders. “But that can’t be helped. Everything has a price.”

“Sir, please leave. It’s past closing. You must go.” Melissa went back behind the counter and reached for the phone. Security would still be here. They’d help get rid of the psycho.

“I know all about Steve, you know,” Max said. She stopped dialing and hung up the phone and stared at him. “He’s not going to call you.”

“How do you know that?” She screamed at him. The anger rising in her against her will. Who did this man think he was?

In one swift motion, Max jumped up on the counter and towered over her. She let out a scream. He bent down and put a hand over her mouth.

“Because I know what you need.”



Hi Horror People! I hope everyone is having a lovely Sunday. I’ve been napping most of the day, which is a wonderful thing to do every once and a while.

I’m excited for summer’s fast approach! I have an awesome photo shoot planned with a lovely horror friend, and I’ll be attending my first horror convention!

There is a lot of exciting stuff on the horizon and I can’t wait.

Please enjoy the next installment of “Something You Can’t Forget.” Thanks for reading!


With Screams and Axes,




The day went by slowly, with customers trickling in every few minutes to buy a few truffles or a chocolate covered strawberry. Melissa tried to entice customers to buy more than one strawberry, knowing that the ones that didn’t sell were supposed to be thrown out at the end of the day, but sometimes ended up shoved in a box in her purse instead. By 8 p.m. her feet were aching from standing and she could see that there was barely anyone out walking in the hallway outside the glass doors of the chocolate shop. She went into the back room and stepped out of her shoes and slipped her feet into a pair of slippers. She knew that when she stood behind the counter, no one could see her feet anyway.

At last, it was ten minutes to closing time and Melissa busied herself with wiping down the counters, tying up bags of trash, and spraying down the glass doors to get all the smudgy hand prints off the glass. She could see other employees, in other shops, doing the exact same thing. Somehow it was comforting to know she went through the motions like everyone else.

At five minutes to close, a man entered the chocolate shop. Melissa was standing behind the counter getting ready to throw the chocolate strawberries she hadn’t sold into the garbage, as she had promised herself not to bring them home with her.

“Do you have any taffy?” The man asked Melissa. He was a strange looking man. He was wearing a tan trench coat that was tied tightly, and he had a short stubby nose. She couldn’t tell how old he was exactly, and something about him was attractive in spite of his strangeness. She was slightly annoyed at his appearance five minutes to close but the more she stared at him, the more she found herself not minding that he was here, asking her silly questions.

“I’m sorry sir, we don’t sell Taffy. Only chocolate,” Melissa informed him sweetly, in spite of how tired she felt.

“I see,” he said. “It’s hard to find good Taffy in this town you know. Hardly anyone sells it,” he said, fiddling with the buttons on his coat.

“You’re right, I can’t think of any place that sells it nearby.” Melissa gestured to the display counter. “Could I interest you in some chocolate covered dried mango slices?” She pulled out the little tray the mango slices were on to show him. “They’re not like Taffy, but they’re fruity and chewy.”

“Fruity and chewy, eh?” he said smiling at her with pale white teeth. “I’ll give it a try.” And with that, he grabbed the entire pile of mango slices with a weathered hand and shoved every single one in his mouth. Melissa watched him struggle to chew with his mouth open, with chocolate smudged all over his face.

“They’re good!” He managed to say through a mouthful of mango.

Oh Baby


I had a wonderful weekend celebrating Friday the 13th with a horror movie marathon and tons of Thai food. I hope everyone else had a similarly awesome weekend.

This weekend I also attempted to exercise, which I haven’t done in years (I know! I’m sorry). And today my legs are super sore, but I deserve it. I hope to be able to keep it up and get myself back in shape!

Please enjoy more of “Something You Can’t Forget,” and have a lovely Sunday Evening.

With Screams and Axes,




The man who she had taken into the stock room after close last night was named Steve. He worked at a shoe store in the mall. He had been flirting with Melissa for two weeks now, coming into the chocolate shop on his lunch breaks to buy a candy bar and tell her that he liked real women, curvy girls, and that her hair smelled good, like vanilla frosting. He wasn’t the first man she had allowed to take her by the hand into the stock room, or drive her home, or go just a couple times around the mall parking lot. There was something that felt good about being able to attract a man, about making him desire her like that. She liked to dance in front of that hunger and tease it till it pursued her. It made her body look different in the mirror, it made food taste different and it made the eating of it more enjoyable. But after it was spent and the attraction had run its course and he stopped coming around, she would feel the emptiness even deeper, the hunger would grow more ferocious. She worried that she was digging herself a hole and that she would never be more than just space, a large dark expanse.

“Hey Hun,” Sasha said, prancing into the store and hefting her oversized purse on the counter. Sasha and Melissa had been best friends since high school. Sasha worked at the hair salon next door. Sasha was a small girl, short and slender. Her hair was meticulously curled and sprayed with thick chunks of pale blond highlights. She had a thin cotton t-shirt stretched over her frame, which dipped in the front to emphasize an unnatural amount of cleavage, the result of a well-engineered push up bra. Melissa always admired Sasha’s seemingly perfect body that seemed to maintain its smallness almost effortlessly. Sasha ate fast food from the food court every day for lunch, and came in to visit Melissa and eat chocolate-covered cashews on her smoke breaks. Melissa hated herself for always staring at her, for trying to note any changes of size in her breasts or her hips. She felt the need to examine Sasha closely, to search her body for some kind of clue as to why it was the way it was, what made it better and how Melissa could get her body to behave like Sasha’s. Melissa stood behind the counter, not wanting to stand next to her friend and note the size difference between them.

“So what happened with that guy? You promised to tell me about it today.”

“He stopped by last night as I was closing…”


“And, and…we did it.”

Sasha exploded into a noise that resembled a laugh and an exclamation of astonishment.

“Haha, you little whore.” Sasha laughed. “How was it?”

“It was fine.” Melissa wished she had something to tell Sasha about it, but nothing about what happened last night was interesting or important. It was just fine, just ok, nothing that shouldn’t be forgotten.

“Just fine?” Sasha made an exaggerated frown. Melissa wasn’t sure if it was in mocking or sincerity. “He’s not the one I guess?”

Melissa glared at her.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Well, you must have known that before you slept with him. Didn’t you? I mean, did you like him?”

“Yeah, of course I liked him. There just wasn’t anything else.”

“Well, maybe next time you should hang on to the card a little longer before you play it.” Sasha laughed and momentarily became engrossed in the screen of her cell phone.

“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” Melissa playfully tossed a candy wrapper at Sasha, wishing it was something heavier and harder and that she had better aim. Sasha ignored the comment and said she had to get to work, gave Melissa a hug and a kiss on the cheek and left the shop, the echo of her heels clicking on the tile trailing behind her. Melissa loved her friend dearly, but sometimes she hated her just as much.

Melissa knew she wouldn’t hear from Steve again for a while and if she did it would most likely be for a reprise of last night’s events, and the second time it would be mostly business, less flirtation, all hurried hands and starved mouths. As a frustrated tear fell on the cherry wood counter, she popped a caramel into her mouth, letting it dissolve slowly.

Mother’s Day


I hope that you will all forgive me for posting a day late, but yesterday I was having too much fun for Mother’s Day. I hope everyone else had fun with their moms too!

Please enjoy the next installment of “Something You Can’t Forget.”

With Screams and Axes,



That next morning, Melissa filled a metal colander full of fresh strawberries and watched the golden light from the morning sun play in the stream of cool water she held them under. She washed the berries under the water gently, smelling the sweetness that she could almost taste. She let the fruit dry on the rack and went over to the chocolate dipper to turn the temperature knob up and melt the chocolate. She set the tray with the fruit on the counter of the dipper, snapped a pair of rubber gloves over her hands and grabbed a small wooden skewer. She pierced the head of a strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate pool, letting the warm aroma waft across her lips as she twirled the strawberry in smooth dark chocolate. She thought about what she would eat today and what she shouldn’t.

After the strawberries were dipped and their chocolate shells hardened, she set them in the glass display case and unlocked the double glass doors of the chocolate shop. She stood in the doorway for a moment listening to the soft sounds of the shopping mall in the morning. The elevator-music played to no one expect for a couple mall-walkers meandering the hallways, and the odd employee hurrying to their shop to punch in on time. Melissa was the manager of the chocolate shop. She had been promoted to the position six months ago when the original manager had quit with little notice. Melissa liked the job. Unlike many stores in the mall, hers was relatively quiet and slow except for Valentine’s Day and Christmas. Melissa had worked in the mall for a couple of years. The men who worked in the mall all seemed to know her before she knew them. She knew she was supposed to mind this, and sometimes she did, but most of the time she told herself that she didn’t.

This morning, Melissa sat behind the counter thinking about chocolates and how many calories were in a single truffle. Too many, she knew as she bit into one, breaking the delicate shell between her teeth. She instantly regretted the action, and considered spitting it out for a moment. But she didn’t. She felt the quick joy of the creamy sweetness on her tongue before it was gone and an anxious pit formed in her stomach. “It’s too late,” she thought. “I’ve already ruined the day.” She bit into another truffle and felt something frantic wretch itself free inside her mind. After her third truffle, she felt as though she might cry, and to remedy the situation she pushed the lunch she had packed for herself off the counter and into the trash can. She did the math in her head. If she could just stop, if she could keep herself from admitting she was hungry, then the day wouldn’t be completely lost. Melissa hated feeling hungry. Hunger was hollowness and pain, and she felt herself unable to endure it, unable to control it. But she always felt hungry, and the struggle not to eat, the debate in her mind over what to eat, and the snap when her spirit would rebel and go on a binge to satisfy itself made it even worse. She looked at the clock that read 10:30 a.m. and she knew the battle was over already. She hadn’t even made it to noon.

Mr. Jekyll and Lady Hyde


This week’s photo is a collaboration between myself and my amazingly talented brother and drag queen extraordinaire, Monae Fante. I had asked Monae to come up with a horror themed look based on a character I had come up with. I wanted to play around with the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde story but instead of a scientist, I wanted a drag queen that transforms into the darker, evil, homicidal maniac side of herself when she puts her makeup on.

I love how this turned out.

Although I rarely use makeup myself, I love the artistry of it and how it can be used to transform a person’s appearance, almost like a mask does.

Everyone check out more of Monae’s makeup art on Instagram at @monae_fante

And please enjoy the first installment of a story called “Something You Can’t Forget”

With Screams and Axes.




The night before, in the back room of the chocolate shop, he had asked Melissa to strip herself naked, saying “I won’t hurt you.” She had struggled with the buttons of her blouse and trembled under his eyes as she tossed her shirt aside, worried for a moment that it’d land tag side up and he’d see the size XXL marked on it. He had waited as she acclimated herself to the chill of the refrigerated room and the starkness of her skin, unsteady as she bared herself before him saying “You won’t hurt me.” She knew that one day he would, that one day he would betray her and leave her exposed and empty. But that wasn’t today, wasn’t this moment. He had pursued her yesterday and had boldly asked her into the stock room today, and she was willing to take that on good faith until she couldn’t anymore. She would give him the benefit of the doubt until there was no doubt left.

He had taken her breasts in both of his hands. She had watched his fingers travel over the delicate expanse of pink skin, reaching out to him and loosening his belt and unzipping his pants. She became ashamed at the way her stomach puffed out, the stretch marks across her thighs like cracks in a mirror, of how his arms seemed to have to stretch so that they could reach to fondle her behind. She had shut her eyes and tried not think about her body, about its heft or what it looked like. She looked at him breathing heavy and erect, at his strangely intriguing male body that gave her a dull sensation of disgust but that was overcome with the urge to touch. She wanted to fuck him against the cold cement wall of the stock room, even though she knew that’s not what ladies are supposed to do in stock rooms after work. She wanted this, wanted something deeply, desperately.  She had a feeling that this wasn’t something he was able to give her, but she would try to be sure. Maybe this time, something would change.