Crazy Ava': A Short Story

“There was a lot of blood,” an EMT told reporters on the scene. “He must have hit her artery just right.” “She’s very lucky,” the ER nurse on duty confirmed. “She’s got a good chance of surviving,but we’re being really careful. Especially since so many people want to talk to

Goodwill Ambulance arrived on scene. Feeney choose to have the ambulance transport her to the hospital.

Ava’s body shrank into itself as she backed away from the girls. Double, double trouble you, bubble in a witches' brew.

Her Kawaii shaped viridian eyes that have stared at me simultaneously, in intimacy and distance. Cupid's bow lips that I'm well acquainted with but yet, never shared an innocent kiss of hello or goodbye. Triangular cheekbones, and an upturned nose, that would give prominence in light and shadow shown on a black and white photograph; perky alert tits, firm tight buttocks, a vagina that opens like a rhododendron flower; skin so pale almost seemed prosthetic; jet black hair darker than a raven's feather, and an anus quaint and clean like a fossilized Tetracoralla on a Petoskey stone: Ultimately, all these amenities did not provide her with the perfection of angelic beauty but more the imperfection in sex appeal, as she stretched languorously, naked on black velvet covers, bored out of her silly little skull and yet, comfortable in salacious surroundings. Amber Summers was an experienced porn mannequin at 21 years of age (One could compare her to having as much experience as a dollar bill or a pound coin when came to the amount of handling she has undergone), and a winner of a Golden Clit award. Also known to have zealous panache when performing debauchery: which in contrast to her current state fetch quite the dualism: this happens to be my fault.

It is a cold grey afternoon with a dull sky and ragged clouds. The last leaf on the tree was finally blown off by the wind, the leaves crunched beneath your feet as you walk on it. The awful smell of dried leaves filled the air and out in the distance, the leafless tree’s branches wobbled around as the wind pushed and blow them around. The dark clouds look furious but me and my younger brother, Allie are happy as hell. We just got a new baseball ball gifted from my older brother, D.B.

‘Call the ambulance’ I said to myself. The red car disappeared from the view as I looked for help. As I tried unlocking the seat belt, I realized I was bleeding and my head was hurting really badly. Helplessly, I bent forward and checked Trevor’s pulse. My immobile left hand lay dead on the side as I reached for my phone, Speed dialling the number as I called the ambulance to the location.

Henry and Colleen arrive to the address of Ava Badeaux , it was a little shop off Bourbon Street in the city. The outside was a old red brick two story building with bars around the long rectangular windows . They opened the dark green door walking in. The smell inside was of mold and a smokey fruit scent . Voodoo dolls hung from the ceiling , jars of spices and potions on the stained wood shelves covered in spider webs. A altar to there right by the entrance with a sign saying “ do not touch or you shall receive bad luck.” The altar was full of change , dolls and other gifts placed by strangers in hopes of no bad luck in there life. Every step they took , a creak noise appeared step by step . “ May I help you?” They jumped from a female voice

“She had full, rouged lips and wide-spaced eyes, heavily made up. Her fingernails were red. Her hair hung in little rolled clusters, like sausages. She wore a cotton house dress

Eyes closed, hands clasped, feet placed together, she looks almost peaceful... But there is nothing peaceful about her death. The angry red lacerations that decorate her neck, highlight her struggle. As I continue to gaze upon the victim, I can’t help shake this familiar feeling.

A teenage girl named alex leaves her aunt Hannah and goes hiking into the waucamaw forest to escape chemotherapy and the life she no longer wanted to keep. she had a “monster” of a tumor in her head which no medication could helper. to the tumor she had lost her sense of smell and taste. 4 days later alex was camping in the forest when a man named Jack and her granddaughter Ellie and her dog Mina. EMP ( electromagnetic pulse) Bomb Dropped. Jack Dropped dead due to his heart passer and Alex fell to the Ground. after the wave alex found out the her sense of taste and smell was returned and enhanced. At the time alex didn't know what happened and told ellie to leave Jack’s Body and go to the ranger's house where they could get help. Ellie refused

Six... seven... eight. “You’re going to have to push harder than that! What’s her oxygen reading? Alright, let’s give her another dose of Epi.” Sweat was dripping down my face and adrenaline was rushing through my system. I was out of breath, but I pressed harder like the doctor asked. Twenty-eight... twenty-nine... thirty. “Okay, she’s tired, have someone switch off with her. Let’s keep going. I’ll go update the husband.” It had been forty minutes since the patient coded. Everyone had been exhausted from taking turns doing CPR. The patient’s face was pale and hands were ice cold. I wiped my sweat off and took a quick look at the patient’s face as I stepped down for the next person to do CPR. She looked like every other person that I probably could have met on the street, at the mall, or at a random restaurant. She was young. I watched silently as the EMT performed the compressions. The patient’s arms were hanging off the gurney, bobbing up and down

When the EMT and police arrived, they put him in the back of the police car and took him away. In my very unrealistic and hopeful mind they would take him to a treatment center, but I am sure that wasn’t the case and he would be back at it the next day.

It had been a long winter night when I sighed and rang the door bell. I knew her husband would be working late,and I was always accepted in open arms before. Standing there in a pair of tights and a T-shirt eight sizes to big I had the time while I awaited to her to answer,that I probably look thrown away.When she had open the door I was nearly scooped up. In heels she felt at least two foot above me,witch was correct. Though she wasn't blood related she was the woman I idolized and referred to as my aunt,as far as my hazed corrupted mind was concerned,she was just that. Demonia sighed scolding me about not wearing anything to shield me from the chill of the weather.My cheeks were flushed,and chilled to the touch,along with my hands and feet.

‘I would shed all my pedagogic restraint, dismiss all our quarrels, forgot all my masculine pride-and literally crawl on my knees to your chair, my Lolita! You would give me a one look- a gray furry question mark of a look: “Oh no, not again” (incredulity, exasperation); for you never deigned to believe that I could, without any specific designs, ever crave to bury my face in your plaid skirt, my darling! … kiss your chinesed eyes, and-“Pulease, leave me alone, will you,” you would say, “for christ’s sake leave me alone.” … But never mind, never mind, I am only a brute, never mind, let us go on with my miserable story’ (218)

Seasoned and reputable masters were flogging their willing submissives and famous Mistresses were playing with their boy-toys or female boi-toys. It was an enjoyable, dreadful on some levels and emotionally erotic atmosphere throughout. You either got turned on, turned off or otherwise visually stimulated by the echoing, feral sounds of pain and pleasure and the powerful dynamics. Sexy, sweat dripping, almost nude bodies and flexed muscles of all the experienced dominants in action painted the dreary warehouse in a vibrant, colorful sexuality. One might describe their take of this exclusive event as a delightful, diversified, human buffet of powerful pleasures and sweet satisfaction.