C. R. Lenard

 "You can't be here," A voice said as she stood in a doorway. The path before her was long and dark, the path behind her blocked. Unsure of how she got here or why she came. "Where am I?" she asked, a look of unrest and shock in her eyes. "This is the path to eternity," the voice spoke again. "Eternity?" she asked confused, "but I'm not..." "but you are." She let her thoughts wander trying to remember if she had actually died. She looked down to see she was dressed in her favorite jeans and a blouse her grandmother gave her for her birthday a few days ago. Nothing unusual or out of place as far as she could tell, except she was here, this place. She took a step forward and felt something close in behind her. She turned to see nothing and took another step, again she felt it. "Keep going," the strange voice said. Another step and she turned again feeling the same. This time she noticed that the wall was still ...

 Happy Halloween "It's so dark in here," I said trying to shift my weight before realizing I couldn't move. "Anyone there, hello?" I heard no response. I felt cold and... pressure? "What's going on?" My hand came free and I felt around me. The grit of something in my hands, it felt like dirt. I don't understand why there would be dirt in my bed. I don't understand why there is so much darkness. Light usually crept through the narrow openings and crevices of my door, but I see none. I feel like there is a ton of weight on my chest, almost like something heavy is on me. I wonder what it could be, maybe from the storm last night? I remember the storm, it was something terrible. lightening flashed in streaks across the sky and thunder roared from every direction. The electricity must have been knocked out and that would explain the total darkness. I'll just wait and listen for a moment. I hear vehicles in the distance but still see noth...

 I rejoin you tonight with a simple message, I am alive and well. Ian zigged and zagged then zagged and zigged enough that it wasn't so bad in my area, though our hearts and minds are with those who did not fare as well. I will be back on my journey of writing for your entertainment this week. I think I need to sit down and compile a schedule first to keep up with everything I need to do. It seems that either I am getting more things that need fitting into my day or I am getting too old to keep up with it all - most likely Both! What are some topics you might want a story to be about? (leave a comment, and I'll see what I can do for you.) That's it for now, thank you for taking the moment to read this.

 C. R. Lenard, a name of great respect and honor in my family though the original has long been gone. I continue to use the name to show respect to my great grandfather. The name is Calvin Ross Lenard, though the last name is now spelled Leonard instead of the original spelling of Lenard. Calvin Ross kept the original spelling until the day he died despite family arguments. I like to be creative in an unusual way. I like writing fiction and fantasy. Dark stories seem to grab the emotion of fear and captivate people, though I can and sometimes do write more brighter and soothing pieces. I have no real fame or fortune and doubt I will ever achieve fame, the fortune part I'm working on 12 hours a day at a regular full-time job. This makes writing difficult to say the least as aside from work I have other things to do like taking care of household chores, mowing the lawn, taking my wife out to dinner...you know, the usual "life stuff" that happens no matter how tired you are....

 Shivering violently and bleeding from head to toe. My bones ached and my ears rang. I managed to get to my knees just in time for my face to meet the bullies shoe. My head swung back and darkness took over. I found myself standing in nothingness, but I could feel my body move like never before. The speed and strength at which it tumbled was astonishing. I blinked and then the haze of sun caught in my eye, I could see the bully wobbling and about to fall. The look of surprise on his face when I felt my face smile at him. I didn’t know what had happened, but then I remembered the warning, “Don’t let the demon inside out.” The bully almost fell but my hand grabbed him, was it my hand? The claws were black and long and sharp, swiping at the other mans neck viscously. Blood splattered the ground and the hand let go of the bully, he fell to his fate.

 That bitter taste again. This guy is a pedophile of the worst kind praying upon the smallest children. My insides turn and moan like a bear growling. I’m watching him as he readies himself to make his move. I live for the hunt and being the creature of hell I am, I prey on filth like him. This will be the last child he sees before he meets the darkness and torture awaiting him. The unknowing mother steps away leaving the filth with her child. A small lad of about three, maybe four years. The bastard's hand reaches for the boy and he jerks it back quickly turning to the door. Words are exchanged between him and the woman as she passes the door. He reaches out again. My hunger to torture is overblown, my need to feed on prey outrageous, I cannot take it any longer. The bastard will not have this child. I flashed through the wall and into the room grabbed the soul of the man and wisped it with me as I left the place in only a split second. I stopped and turned to make the soul face t...