Chaos Inside A Pen

  “Ugh. What a wasted beauty. She got some good racks isn’t Paulo?” “Affirmative sir. Too bad she’s not warm anymore…” “Bah! Just take some pictures and just do the usual in the comfort room!” The police officers who are the first to arrive in the room of Cheska laugh with their dirty jokes as they a photo of the now lifeless body of Cheska. With her pajamas removed, nearly torn shirt, and a gaping mouth with volumes of drippings on it, it's easy to jump to a conclusion that the one who enters her apartment was aiming for her and not for her belongings. The apartment is perpetually untouched without even a hint of intrusion save by the open doors which also shows no signs of any forceful entrance. “Hey Paulo, once you’ve done with those photos, make some copy of it. I know some who is working on a new porn site who has some fetish with dead bodies. I hope the lady won’t mind her photo being sold around the globe.” Paulo chuckles while listening to her senior. Of course, the dead wo...

“You look awful,  apo. Didn’t you get a  good sleep?” Nightmares are typical to Denzel. Ever since he was still a child, most of the dreams that visit him in ungodly hours range from bizarre to something that will leave him clutching his heart as if he was about to have a heart attack upon waking up. When he starts to have a growth spurt, he manages to learn a kind of dreaming technique taught by her Lolo Virtudazo to pacify the demons of her slumber. Yet from time to time, some fragments of the diabolic dreams still manage to slip past through his mental defense. And whenever that happens, he knows it's another omen that he must take careful notice of; something awful is about to happen, and whether he likes it or not he will get involved in it. After all, that is his job as a freelance occult investigator. “As usual, another bad dream Lo…so bad I want to puk--” And without even finishing his sentence, he started to throw up on his bed due to the astronomical disgust that sti...

Cans of red horse beer littered all over the floor of Cheska’s bedroom. Some are empty while others wait for their turn when her throat becomes dry again. Tonight was Friday which means she can stay up until 4 AM without getting bothered by any calls from her clients if she already finished her overdue graphic designs. They can wait for sure but her hormones don’t. That is why to set the mood, she turns off the lights and wears nothing on top of her bed but her oversize shirt, underwear, pink socks, and her thick-rimmed eyed glasses so she can watch clearly the erotic scene unfold right before her hungry eyes Her laptop, despite the 10% battery warning, continues to play a particular scene that she intentionally kept on loop on her video player. The scene where the young maiden will be stripped from head to toe. Once naked, her body that bears that shape of hourglass will be deflowered not by thick calloused hands of man but of tentacles; green, slimy tendrils that wrapped around her w...