My Story: Haunting of Chrystelle (Part 7)

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[If you haven't read part 5 here is the link http://millzworldrip.blogspot.com/2015/06/my-story-haunting-of-chrystelle-part-5.html]

{If you haven't read part 6 here is the link http://millzworldrip.blogspot.com/2015/06/my-story-haunting-of-chrystelle-part-6.html}

                Ashmiel Looked at her and bite his lip, He watched her slowly undress and whisper "I should've never fucked up." Her body was different now bigger in the right places, She still had a coca cola bottle shape just the sight of her made his mouth water.  He was going to find a way to help her he was sure of it, but then again this ain't Hollywood.  Chrystelle took a deep breathe the last time she saw him naked her was laying there in between the legs of her "Best Friend", But she knew she still loved him,  As he climbed onto the bed his eyes looking right into hers, Her heart pounded but in away that relaxed her She was nervous like a girl who was about to have her first time, But why she was used to this..... right?

     Ashmiel ran his fingers over her skin slowly, Running over her neck down her chest and in between her thighs.  He ran his fingers over her pussy lips sightly just to tease her, Chrystelle shuddered slightly to his touch.  Ashmiel smiled tonight he was going to take his time to remember her that no matter how far she goes. She'll always be his. He softly kissed her lips as their tongues intertwined.  She wanted more of him but she resisted.  He moved to her neck sending his tongue to do tiny flicks against her skin. Chrystelle moaned and pushed her neck to his lips and she loved it He lips let out the softest of moans. 

      Ashmiel moved further down kissing on her chest carefully almost has if was trying not to miss a spot. Has leaned over her Chrystelle opened her legs wider allowing him to rest comfortably in between. He Grabbed each breast in one hand and suckled on each nipple, the sensation alone teasing Chrystelle clit with the memory of his tongue.  Ashmiel moved further down until he was at her belly button.  He licked her belly button as the tip of his fingers teased her clit getting her prepared for what's about to come next as he could feel her juices already seeping from her like the finest of wines and the sweetest of juices.

      He took one look at her sweet face, her innocence drove him insane and her smile pushed him over the edge. why did her ever fuck it up he thought to himself before leaning down in between her legs taking in her aroma.  Her hands automatically went for his hair, But his eyes caught hers and he shook his head no.  She placed her hands behind her head and tried to keep still as his tongue began to swim circles around her clit she forced her hips up to receive each flick.  His chin was already glistening with her juices.  

      Chrystelle let out a sharp scream of ecstasy as she came in his mouth and he swallowed everything she had to give him, before.......

(TO BE CONTINUED.) 

        

My Story: Haunting of Chrystelle (Part 6)

[if you haven't read part one here is the link http://millzworldrip.blogspot.com/2015/06/starting-short-story.html]
{if you haven't read part two here is the link http://millzworldrip.blogspot.com/2015/06/my-story-haunting-of-chrystelle-part-two.html}
(if you haven't read part three here is the link http://millzworldrip.blogspot.com/2015/06/my-story-haunting-of-chrystelle-part.html)
*If you haven't read part four here is the link http://millzworldrip.blogspot.com/2015/06/my-story-hauntng-of-chrystelle-part-4.html*

[If you haven't read part 5 here is the link http://millzworldrip.blogspot.com/2015/06/my-story-haunting-of-chrystelle-part-5.html]

         Chrystelle turned to face the creature only to see Ashmiel standing in front of her, Her jaw dropped, how was that possible, It took seconds for Chrystelle to realize they haven't even entered the tent. "Are you ok Chrys??" he asked her, Genuine concern on his face. She nodded yes still confused just wondering how.  When the finally entered the tent which she hoped t was the finally time it was set up different.  Ashmiel Sat on his beanbag chair on his laptop and started to google, Typical men.  She looked all over the tent, it had its own bed a perfect spot to look up at the stars and moon.  The smoke pit and of course the munchies.

       Ashmiel wouldn't even had been there to help Chrystelle if it wasn't for her i mean she is the one who kept him out of jail wasn't she?  Ashmiel watched her from the top of his laptop, Focusing on her as if she was an experiment in a test tub.  Chrystelle couldn't take it anymore as time literally ticked away before her.  Walking over to him she started him straight into the eyes, "What?" she said slightly blushing. "Have i told you, your beautiful?" She blushed and shook her head No. "Not since the last time i seen you." He responded and said " Well your beautiful." She looked at him a pain in her heart has if he was trying to say goodbye.

        "Ashmiel?" She said trying to catch his eye, What's going on. His accent dug deep into his words as he looked her in the eyes, almost begging her not to make him say it.  He smiled one last time before it faded away to emptiness "Jumbi a come." He said.  The room Shook in with her almost as if to shudder his name.  But how is that possible.. she swore she was a good little girl.  She smiled feeling have crazy did this nigga say JUMBI el cuco?  She felt her world fold against itself have if god took her life by his mighty fist and tore her apart himself.  She was protected wasn't she? At least she thought.

      Ashmel stood up one more time Half naked and glistening while watched her.. "Well since i can't help you past this point might as well help you with what you really came for." He knelt before her and prayed blessing her and her future, He asked god to shine his light on her and to guide her, even if it on her way home.  He smiled at her one last time his eyes hypnotizing her "So you ready for me or you about to go home?" His words came to her from the distance as she relaxed into his bed. "Idk should we?" ... She questioned herself and thoughts, she questioned her vulnerability. Ashmiel continued to smile and whispered i think we should.)

(TO BE CONTINUED. NEXT PART INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.) 

My Story: Haunting of Chrystelle (part 5)

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      Chrystelle let out a scream that made Ashmiel jump back as he stood watching by the door, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"  He sad to her slightly confused.  She looked at where she was, standing in front of his house, Her bag in her hand keys in the other.  Chrystelle was confused but she was already here wasn't she?  "We need to go to the tent NOW" she said pushing him aside.  Ashmiel followed behind her silently. They entered the tent and it all began again, But this time she said she would rather be on the floor in the circle.  Once again he started the fire and threw wood into it to brighten its flame.  Chrystelle was prepared She held on to Ashmiel that way he could protect her, he had no idea from what.
      Has he prepared the session and finished, He stopped to admire her but seen the fear in her eyes. "I'm not going to let you go..... I promise." Chrystelle was sure he was reassuring Himself. The smoke filled the room again.  Chrystelle once again relaxed as the smoke went through her and filled her lungs elevating her.  She felt Ashmiel relax at her side which soothed her, she laid there for a moment relaxed in his arms, The green whipped through the fire towards her as if to grab her which made her awake in reality.  She could feel Ashmiel go limp besides her, She turned to look at him as the figure stood in his, Chrystelle jumped back in terror as the creature lunged at her gripping her hair in a ball around its fist fury and vengeance on it's mind but from what.
    Chrystelle heard Ashmiel scream, She looked around to find his voice but by that time it was to late.  The creature held on to Ashmiel high into the air, Ashmiels beautiful golden green eyes melted into purple.  Ashmiel looked down at Chrystelle, He remembered the first time they meet back in high school, He thinks of their first kiss and their last, As he took one last look at the one who got away he felt the urge to cry and held it back.  It was to late to make up all his mistakes, it was to late to tell her i'm sorry. Chrystelle reached up for him, screaming out her lungs begging for the thing to put him down, as it tormented her with its laugh.
    Ashmiel looked into Chrystelles beautiful eyes one last time, barely managing a smile, He looked at her one last time and realized it was too late to say he loved her...
   Within seconds to purple within Ashmiels eyes illuminated the room, Chrystelle closed her eyes and let out as scream.  She is never going to see Ashmiel she was sure of it. The Figure let out a scream that made Chrystelle cringe.  As the purple light faded away, Chrystelle searched for Ashmiel, Taking a step further into the room she searched. " Ashmiel??" before she could say his name again, She felt the creatures hand on her shoulder.....
(To Be Continued)

My Story: Hauntng of Chrystelle (part 4)

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   Chrystelle laughed as he attempted to pounce on her, she swiftly moved away causing him to land face first into the bed.  Giggling she watched him turn to face her.  "What was that for?"  He smiled back at her.  "Not today i need your help" she responded.  His smile quickly faded as he stared at her. "I'm seeing them again " she said continuing on.  He stopped her and stared into her eyes.  "I know" he said.  She looked at him confused "but how?"  He paused and slowly said "because he came with you".
     Goosebumps rose on her neck, she heard the figure laugh and froze in fear.  Why is he following me how did he get here?  Ashmiel whispered something before getting up.  "Alright let's head to the boom boom room" he smiled nodding at her, as if to reassure her.  They headed to the back off the house exiting into the backyard, The tent was already up as if he was waiting for her.  When they entered, the bright purples and blues made her relax.  She sat on the bed and watched him carefully as he threw wood into the cock pit.  Lighting a couple matches he lit the wood, creating a fire Chrystelle as never seen before.  The Blue fire wiped around with a bright pink tint.  It was as if the fire was searching for something.
     He reached over and dug into her bag for the weed she had brought, throwing that into the fire he pulled out more weed and some sage.  He carefully blessed the room with the sage letting it burn outside of the tent as if the guard the door.  They circled around the fire as the smells Filled the room.  The aroma alone causing Chrystelle to choke as if she was a newbie.  Each choke drifting her further and further into her relaxed state.  "Chrystelle?" Ashmiel whispered to her.  Chrystelle was in the back of her mind already.  Comfort and relaxation took over her as her mind went to places she has never been, Beauty was in every corner and every shadow of this tent as she began to giggle to herself.  "Chrystelle!!!" He shouted snapping her out of it. "We MUST begin."
    She stared at him aggravation still on her face but with full understanding. She nodded her head has he stared back into her eyes.  He quickly set up the rest of the table before returning to look at Chrystelle, worry and concern on his face.  "What?" she said self conscious blushing.  He looked down before returning to meet her gaze before smiling and saying, " Nothing are you sure this is what you want?" She looked at him slightly confused because moments ago he was wishing to push the session faster. "Why what's wrong?" She said.
     Time seem to freeze as she felt the cold hands wrap around her from behind.  Horror flood her face and fear made her panic and struggle. This isn't like the movies she says to herself.  She reached over to Ashmiel Who seemed to concerned about the session, then to what's going on around them.  "Ashmiel!!!" She yells, He is sitting right in front of her but continues to work non stop. "Ashmiel!!!" she screams one more time her voice pleading and begging for him to hear her.  She struggled to reach out and touch him bring his attention to her but it was to late.  Chrystelle felt herself being lifted into the air and tossed like a rag doll across the tent.  Chrystelle let out one last scream before closing her eyes.  Everything was lost but at least she got high one last time..... Right???

(To be continued.)

My Story: Haunting of Chrystelle (Part Three)

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      Chrystelle's heart zoomed in ways that would've labeled her dead.  Her body begged for her to run to move but she held still.  What just happened? Why is this all happening to her?  "Chrystelle... Officer Chrystelle are you ok?"  The embodied voice seemed to get louder as it snapped her back into submission.  "Yes yes i'm fine." She turned and walked out of room moving faster then she hoped too.  Her heart pounding and sweat embedded on her forehead, Nausea forced her to lean over on the side of her cruiser.  God whats going on in that mother fucking house.  She looked up at the pale grey house, the windows seemed to stare right back at her.  She stopped and stared into one window the face of the pale girl staring right back calmed her just as much as it scared her.  Help me the girl mouthed before she disappeared.
       The Girl needed her help but how was she going to help her?  Chrystelle jumped in her cruiser, her box of Newport's on the dashboard, Pulling out one she light it up.  Damn who could help her? Her mind thought of Ashmiel,  The only person in the world who would believe her.  Heading back to the station she quickly filled out her paperwork and walked out.  Heading home she laughed at herself s she really about to do this.  Running into her house she ran upstairs to the hidden latch door.  Comfort surrounded her immediately from the blessings put on the house from her family, She loved it.  Stepping into the attic the smell of marijuana penetrated her nose with an urge of loneliness, Damn it's been that long.  She grabbed as much as she could and closed the attic doors before the smell could linger out any further.
       She ran down the stairs, grabbing her keys off the counter before heading to her car.  Was she really about to do this.  She was in control right?  She knew that the team already had their testing and wouldn't have another in a few months so she reassured herself and headed to a store. Pulling up she ran in and quickly grabbed a pack of new leaf fronto before running back into her car to go see Ashmiel.  She watched the bright lights of Boston get brighter as she left Quincy.  She missed Boston and all the excitement.  Everybody had somewhere to be and everybody was doing something.  Night seemed to fall quickly.  She stared at his house slowly pulling up, This man presence alone drove her insane, but the only way he'll speak to her is if she is matching up. She wandered to his door and knocked anticipation made her legs quake as she reminded herself what she was here for.
    He answered the door His body glistening with sweat as he had only his boxers on, she rolled her eyes and smiled and he smiled back stepping aside to let her through. The house was just as she remembered, the living room cleaned and spotless as if no one was ever in it.  The kitchen stocked with so much goodies they stacked over the counter and the floor. She wandered to the Master bedroom her feet remembering where to go. His body heat attaching on the her luring her back to him as he was only steps behind as she was sure he was watching her ass. When she sat on the bed she looked to the door way as he looked back to her and said "Let's do this"
(To Be Continued)

My Story : Haunting of Chrystelle (part two)

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      Chrystelle stared at the letter, scared to open it.  The world around her frozen just has she was her eyes blank in frustration.  Her fingers trembled upon the edges of the page, as the questions still roam in her head, questions she dare not speak.  Her face turned to horror as she read along with poor girl in what seemed the be her last words on this earth.  Chrystelle's heart went out to her wanting more and more of the answers but having no clue where to get them. 
           
            - I'm going crazy i know it, The images.  These unknown and unwanted feelings They are getting stronger.  I'm hurting on the inside and I don't know why.  I'm scared but no one wants to listen.  They think I'm lying.. Each day in my dream i awake to this thing closer and closer.  What does it want from me???  Why can't it just leave me alone.  If anybody every reads this please help me


                                                                                                               Isabella Gonzalez-



         Chrystelle reread the letter before finally handing it over to forensics to be processed and analyzed.  Fear flood through Chrystelle, goosebumps caused her hair to rise.  Her body told her to run but the pounding in her heart told her to turn around. Chrystelle carefully placed the paper on the sink.  Taking tiny steps as fear and anticipation swelled through her she watched the mirror and stared to the corner of the bathroom.  Chrystelle got angry when she realized the mirror was taped on purpose to block the corners of the room.  Chrystelle rand her finger across the fold and tore it off.  Her eyes narrowed in on the corner of the room again and Chrystelle's heart stopped. 
        The dark figure with a smile that sent chills through her body.  Regret settled when it began to point and laugh at her. Why did she even bother to come in today?  The Creature shifted its body in a disturbing motion, the jerks of its body and joints was unworldly and horrifying.  She watched in the mirror as the dark figure stood behind her and leaned forward, staring deep into her eyes. The figure softly whispered "Because your souls next."  As desperation went through Chrystelles mind the Dark figure screamed at her as she covered her ears. The figure faded away along with her happiness.  She needed help to solve this crime, but how do you tell your team that this girl was murdered by something already dead, With out her Captain calling the BEST team on her. 
       Who is going to help her?
       Who is going to listen?
       And Who will Believe Her?

My Story : Haunting of Chrystelle (Part one)

Hey guys so i know I've been slacking on the blogs lately but things have been quite eventful. a lot has changed in good ways many in bad. but i wanted to hear from my readers how you feel about the blog and about the way i write.. I was thinking about posting a short story but it seems like no one is quite interested.. so as of right now i make this utterly worthless paragraph to Present the My Short story.

(Pictures are just references to what i would like you to be picturing some what)

           Her Imagination runs wild, This can't be happening she thinks to herself.  Time Pushes past her Consuming her, As the ticking fades away into the background almost slowing down to the pounding in her ears from panic.  She Looks up to the Masked Man, His Arms tighten on her neck as he pins her to the bottom of the tub.  Barely submerged she struggled against his strength, She thought to herself what's wrong with this man.  The water began to fill the tub more slightly covering her face.  She reached out her hand and unmasked him in the last few seconds of her life.  Her eyes spread with Horror, Her scream only sending water into her lungs.  Why is this Happening to me? She thought to herself in those final moments.  The last air bubble slips away as she painful slips away.

           Hours pass and the apartment the poor girl roamed, was now surrounded by the police.  The Men and the Woman on the force claim it was suicide But Ms. Chrystelle knew there had to be more.  She walked into the apartment of what seemed to be a happy home.  Walking through her eyes stared into the bathroom, The Ghost of the Girl Staring back into her Eyes. Her hair Black wet and dripping as if she just got out the shower.  Her eyes showing terror and fright.  The Girl looked at her Body the back at Chrystelle before staring into the corner of the bathroom. Her expression alone caused chrystelle to turn around. Only to see a figure in black staring right back at her.  Reaction caused her to wipe out her firearm.  But as she looked the thing was no longer to be found.

         Gasping and jumping back she stared into the face of the girl, icy chills ran up her spine.  something wasn't right.  Confusion settled as the girl pointed straight at her, with out evening moving a muscle Chrystelle heard a scream that could wake the devil.  Goosebumps riddled her body with little to no effort as she realized it came deep from within the girl.  Her eyes pleaded the girl to save her soul but her tears told Chrystelle to run.  But dead people can't kill the living.  Can They?

        The Emt's lift her body from the water, Chyrstelle watches as the girls face is still dripped with pure horror.  Those weren't the eyes of a suicide, The Emt's cover her with a blanket, But allow the people one more look at the dead body.  Chrystelle takes a look into the bathroom, water on the floor suggesting a struggle. Turning to grab gloves, Chrystelle walks up to the bathroom trash bin to see if she found anything new or different that could help the case. Buried Deep into the trash she found the girls letter.




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Who?

who?

Feeling exposed and naked
bright light shinging down that smile
you faked it
they say if you play with fire your gunna get burned

i been burned up, froze up, abandoned and torn up
the pain don't hurt. i'm just reborn through my ashes
like fresh lite matches against
the rough rouged cardboard of my life
ingulfing my soul and happiness into a raging fire
that dims my heart into pitch black emptiness me a single match
put to burn. no more heat comes from this body.
i no longer dance to my hearts drumming rhythm
i've been strung like and old guitar
my music no longer happy but sad.
from the years it has endured.
i onced played music that brought tears to the eyes
of kings and queens. i with history of impurity
and sin
if i am a match that can no longer light, and a guitar
that can no longer strum.
my heart no longer beats to the rhythm of the drums
i am my own ashes i can never be renewed.
my past has tainted my present and sacrificed my future.
i ask who in this world would recreate me from those ashes?
who would light my match?
and who would strum my guitar?

My "Thoughts"

My thoughts

Love is a figmentation
Filled with imagination
Nd discrimination
Filled with Regret
Sensitivity and
Hesitation
Together we can make symphony
Starting with the truth we will have an
Ephypony.
Nd altogether alternative reality.
Running from my heart
I can't take his pain
My soul is falling apart
And its taking my brain
I'm nearly insane..
No nearly deranged
I'm running.
Running faster then the breeze.
You can't see me
Even in still motion.
This is my curse
From drinking the love potion
Relaxed
From the sex and drugs
When I got that I feel non
Of the above...
Ashamed
'Cause I know how to play the game..
Fuck it
Imma do it
Ima tear it up nd shove that knife right through it
I give up on love
I give up on me
I give up on everything that WAS or what WAS going to be.
Sitting chilling now
Just. Doing. Me.

The "Last" Words

Last Words

stupid voice in my head
repeating what ive already said
chest caving in. crushing
whats left withen
i never want to feel this way again
when/where/why won't it end
music only pushing it further.
together they're combining and getting closer.
breathe caught
no air coming in
yet nones escaping
where do i begin?
where do i end?
back to my old tricks again
fuck love
and fuck you
fuck everyone whose
screwde me over too
my life's already fucked uhp
no one said it needs your help...
words scrambling in my brain.
each wanting to be said
each being held back
choking on my words
choking on my thoughts
trying to forget tha past
and noticing my future is lost
i find it kinda funny
i find it kinda sad
tha dreams in which im dying are tha best ive ever had
but do you care? you claim it.
you "try" and show it! yet beat me w. it
no more consideration
no more held back words
at tha point of ultimate destructionyet nothing seems to help
wanting to stop my feelings
yet w, it theres healing
but
i dont know where im heading
i want to run until im out of breathe
and keep running until there
is no memory of boston left.
i want happiness
but negativity is whats present
sticking w. tha good habits
and trying to
push the old
i honestly dont
know what to do anymore
praying to god
a man i dont believe in
to forgive me?
me?!
to help me heal
help me see
help me forget
help me breathe
stop me from giving up on destiny
want to know what he said to me?
absolutely nothing
damn everybody juss got to push my fucking buttons
i've been through worse
ive seen worse
but it still hurts
yea im use to it
but it still hurts
yea i heard it before
but it still hurts
now im sitting outside
of class
making me look more like a dumbass
damn yu controling me that much
bet your happy living life
probably eating lunch
this paper is wasting quick
tha lead is ending to
to think all this bullshit is over yu?!
you broke tha camels back
but it was i who knew
i regret you
you were a mistake
but that aint nothing new
sad part is i still love you

Today's A Better Day

     Today's a better day.  I woke up with a smile on my face.  I was able to say that I was happy.  A few Months ago, I went through what few know but many learned about.  I "Thought" I was going to break, That no one could ever love me like that but My Boyfriend/Best Friend proved me wrong.  He dried every tear and still was able to show me his.  He carried me on his most weakest days even when I threw stones in the dirt "Fucking" up his path with my insecurites and jealousy he still carried me.  I lost someone and within my weakest moments He rescued me.  I'm happy that months later he is still by my side holding my hand in times of struggles.  He is my strength but I am his muscles.  I learned the hard way that we just work better together.  I love getting spoiled, I love being cuddled, I love that I have a man willing to wade on me Hand and foot at any given moment of any day.  But most importantly I love that he loves me for me!  Despite my flaws.

      Today's a better day.  I got to see the sun again.  I got to wake up and hear the birds chirp the busy streets the sound of soft humming and of course a morning spliff.  But I got to look up into eyes that will never look down at me.  Who seems me being short as just an height not a disadvantage.  I was warm in a house that was 45 degrees cause it was to hot to turn on the heat.  And last night when I couldn't sleep i had the softest heartbeat to listen to.  I love my man for being just that a man.  I could've been worse off, living in  a dirty house a man who don't even know how to wipe himself let alone afford his habit. Or stuck running back in forth with people who treat me like shit because someone how they fix it and make me feel better. Or with someone who abuses me mental emotional or physically my point IS! I could do far worse and I believe and know my man is the BEST by far.

         So for those of you who don't know and still haven't got it, Today's a better day. I was reminded of my worth, THAT i never forgot. I was reminded I was beautiful, for having not looked in the mirror in so long. I was reminded I look good Big Fat Skinny Tall Short, BECAUSE someone how society made me forget that. Today's a better day because I was reminded Why BONNIE, needed Clyde. Why Harley Quinn needs Joker why Eve needs Adam. But today's a really good day because I was also reminded why Obama needs Michelle, Why Jay-Z needs Beyonce and why in a game a chess the Queen always Protects the King. The King supports his queen so that she in turn may protect him. That's why today's a better day because to me My king was the one who taught love to me....

P.s (For my bbyboy 12/20/14 I love you)