Creative Writing: Brian's Obsession With Skin

A BRUSH WITH DEATH… The dripping droplets of sangria left scars of acne blood pockets on the vast hirsute landscape of his right hand’s skin. The fresh plasma fluid oozed out of his pores as if long, gnarly fingernails squeezed the layer of skin coating the yellow pulp from a new

She pulls her scarlet coat closer wintry wind pushes by. Her delicate features scrunch up in discomfort as the bitter air pricks skin. Maria squints her radiant, jade eyes at the multitudinous papers posted on the wall and sees the multiple reports of missing people. As she warily strolls further down, she notices a large chalkboard covered with an innumerable amount of names. There is space beside the name Alma, and Maria furrows her eyebrows in confusion while searching for a writing tool. Her fingers desperately dig into the snow and uncover a small piece of white chalk. She scribbles her name down, and as she turns around her eyes find a doll that looks identical to her resting within the shop. Her emerald-colored eyes widen like saucers as she inspects the doll. The urge to go to the doll burns bright inside her, as if she is a moth to the flame. She looks at the oddly shaped door, her stomach churning in suspicion. The door is jammed and she gives it one final push with her shoulder, turning around in disappointment. The door opens to reveal her look alike, within her reach! Maria darts towards the doll, but not before nearly tripping over a moving object. Her breathing grows ragged as the doll heads over to the door, its entryway shutting. Her eyes slowly move back to the center table, where the doll no longer stands. Maria's green orbs finally rest on the doll. While debating whether

The skins from ten human heads were found preserved, and another skin taken from the upper torso of a woman was rolled up on the floor. There was a belt fashioned from carved-off nipples, a chair upholstered in human skin, the crown of a skull used as a soup-bowl, lampshades covered in flesh, a table propped up by a human shinbones, and a refrigerator full of human organs. The four posts on Gein's bed were topped with skulls and a human head hung on the wall alongside the nine skinned faces of women, and decorative bracelets made out of human skin. The stunned searchers also uncovered a soup bowls fashioned from skulls, a shoebox full of female genitalia, faces stuffed with newspapers and mounted like hunting trophies on the walls, and a "mammary vest" flayed from the torso of a woman. Gein later confessed that he enjoyed dressing himself in this and other human-skin garments and pretending he was his own mother. The scattered remains of an estimated fifteen bodies were found at the farmhouse when Gein was eventually arrested, but he could not remember how many murders he had actually

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1. Witness state

The 1940’s in the United States was a time in history that generations look back on to reminisce on simpler times and new beginnings. 1947 was the year that Jackie Robinson first took the field for the Brooklyn Dodgers as the first African American to play in the MLB, a

As he crept and searched more through the house the sicker he became. In the closet he found a “skin” shirt with the breasts still attached along with women's faces mounted on a wall carefully preserved as if they were human hunting trophies. There was a belt made out of women’s nipples, a drawstring to a curtain that had women’s lips sewn into it. However, despite all this, what really makes me sick is they found a box of noses along with dried up women's

An hour later, Sarah joined Painted Girl in the kitchen. Sarah’s suitcases towered over Painted Girl’s, ready to be loaded into the car.

1c) Unlike Capote, Hersey’s way of writing Hiroshima is more objective; he Near the entrance to the park, an Army doctor was Martinez 2 working, but the only medicine he had was iodine, which he painted over cuts, bruises, slimy burns, everything-and by now everything that he had painted has pus on it…When he had given the wounded the water, he made a second trip. This time, the woman by the bridge was dead.” (Chapter 3)

You could feel the riot before you could see it. There was something else in the crisp early morning New York air, a certain electricity. A certain static that could only have been brought about by the winds of change. Even at three am the city is usually alive, but

She started back to Boston. She walked and walked and walked and she was there. It was a disaster. She saw Ching Chang standing there with glow red eye. “HE IS A DEMON” she screamed. Ching Chang jumped onto her then she fell to the ground and Ching Chang bit a big chunk of skin off her arm. ‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she scream and cry all at once as Ching Chang ran away to cause more destruction.

“What! There’s no reason to be yelling when I’m right behind you. Jane, tell me again why we’re digging through all this garbage. This useless junk can be thrown away, you know that right?” argued Jack as he tries to find a way over all the boxes filled with articles and random items. As he made his way through the boxes, he finds a weird looking object. It was a little doll laying on the floor. The black eyes and black hair made jack feel odd.

I grabbed my plastic knife and prepared to cut a face out. “We need to draw the face before we cut it out son.” my dad told me. He handed me a sharpie and started working on another much larger pumpkin. I doodled the goofiest face I could think up and excitedly showed my dad. “Alright now cut the face out.” He said with a

“Smart girl.” The person replied with a deep, petrifying voice. He grabbed the girl by the shoulders and smiled wide, revealing his jagged teeth - sharpened to a point. The girl let out a timid scream, crying for help; it was no use. The creature’s teeth ripped into her clothes, and tore them to shreds. He tossed the tattered cloth into the fireplace, and dragged the girl to the bedroom. All that was found when investigators arrived was a large pool of blood and bones scattered around the room.

Nakita pulls out a knife from her bag. “ You have been my favorite to choose from , so young and so full of herself.” She places the knife around a skull tattoo on her left leg. “ Your to young for tattoos , and a disgrace for beautiful skin .” “ Did you think about how your skin was gonna feel when you covered it with that filth?” Kristy screams and cries through her gag , moving around. “ I'm gonna take back that filth from your body.” Nakita slices the skull tattoo off , watching the blood drain in her empty gallon bottle . She then places the knife on her back spine , where she has a full Gothic spine tattooed on her . “ Your back too Kristy?” “ Why would you do that to your beautiful skin , is it cause your so dark , you don't believe in God?” “ I guarantee you in just a moment , your gonna be begging God for his forgiveness .” She takes the knife , cutting the tattoo off down her spine , the blood dripping down to her toes and into the empty jug . Nakita places the jug in the dead center underneath her , pulling out a machete , placing it on her throat. “ You have redeemed yourself Kristy , your blood will be in good use and your soul?” “ Well that's up to God now.” She slices her neck with the machete , watching the blood drain down to the jug. She stares at Kristy's blood covered body , smiling with goosebumps , she then hears a crash from outside as she turns around kicking the jug of

Imagine, you are a vibrant fresh – faced sixteen year old girl from the suburbs of Memphis, TN. Everything in your life is going well until one night everything changes. On May 19, 2003 you find yourself home alone when a strange masked man ravages your body without an ounce of sympathy. Once this brutal degradation of your body has surpassed, this masked man leaves you with a threat of death if you go to the police. Now, you have to make the difficult decision to stay silent, or potentially lose your life in the pursuit of justice. This is the nightmare that was Meaghan Ybo’s life (Haas).