The Critical Soul

Posted in Thinkingten posts and comments, www.thinkingten.com on March 27, 2014 by Illyria Taylor

She called him at midnight again, screaming that he had killed her soul, again he hung up. How dare he trash her novel, it was her soul she put into it, and he killed it with the stroke of a pen. Twice she had seriously thought of shooting him from the church bell tower where she sat everynight with her sniper rifle. She thought to use a red lazer scope to give him a moment of panic, to know how she felt when she saw his words, but the more she came to hate him the more she just wanted his life to be over. Tonight she didn’t take the shot, she leaned back, took her finger off of the trigger, and lit up her cigarello. Maybe her nightly 3am call to him would give her some relief, maybe he would agree that he killed her soul, if he would just say he did, she would end the phone calls. Those four words would change her life forever, it would mean that at some point in her fucked up life she did have a soul once, before the hatred and the pain and the disappointment crept in.
She looks at her watch even though the church added a clock to the tower, she could hear every movement of the minute hand, tick tick tick, more moments of life lost to her forever. It is almost a quarter to 3, she leans forward, rifle in hand, a cell phone in the other, and waits for the next call.
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He answers the 3a phone call as he always does, this time she isn’t screaming. “Don’t you see that you killed my soul, does it bother you at all?’ she pleads to him.
“Lady, you killed your own soul along time ago, I can see it in every word you write” he says in hushed tones.
“Thankyou” she says and hangs up the phone. She puts the sniper rifle down, and pulls the handgun from her pocket. He was right, about everything, every word he crucified her with was right. She puts the gun to her head and pulls the trigger.
(2010)

A Breath of Fresh Hell

Posted in www.thinkingten.com on March 27, 2014 by Illyria Taylor

She had thrown the damn letter in the trash twice, yet she would still find it on her porch the next morning. The third time she actually stuffed it into the can and watched the garbage collector dump the contents into his massive truck, with a smile she pulled her can back to the side of her house, the wind blew the lid back and there it was, stuck to the bottom.

She took the hateful thing inside and reread the contents. It was just the obituary in the Nebraska newspaper that her cousins had sent her. Were they really so oblivious to the fact that after all of these years she still hated her mother? Did they really believe that she would attend the funeral? While she had been dreaming of this day for years, she respected her cousins enough not to attend, as her only reason for doing so would be to dance on that bitch’s grave and sing the song “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead” from The Wizard of Oz.

She had the song memorized for over twenty years now, yet today she realized that she no longer even cared. As she set the obituary and the envelope to burn she said “See you in Hell Mother. You’d better find a good hiding place because when I get there the fun starts. For me, anyway.”

The smoke from the paper drifted out the window and disappeared into the twilight, it fluttered through the air of open wounds and debts unsettled, finding it’s way to the place where Vengence is God.

Somewhere in Hell a woman began to scream, a scream that would stretch to eternity.

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(trash, twice) Weds..

Paul You’re a Dead Man

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on March 27, 2014 by Illyria Taylor

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is not a serious piece, just a joke between 2 friends. Don’t bother reading it.

 

 

Thanks to Paul, our Friday’s challenge on our new favorite literary sight was to add a word or a phrase in a foreign language. I bought the plane tickets to Australia that night. When I arrived on his doorstep he was more than surprised, and welcomed me inside. He was grilling shrimp shishkabobs on the barbeque, and when I took a wooden skewer and skewerd his black heart with it all he could shout as his life blood dripped onto the tiles was “Krykee, A’ve gott shramp on the’ barbee”. I stepped over his flailing body and I have to admit, the shrimp was pretty good, I’ll bring some back for CJT.

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Comment by alisa rynay haller on May 1, 2010 at 10:38pm
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ooh you so did…didn’t you?
Comment by Coraline J. Thompson on May 1, 2010 at 2:00pm
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WHAT?! I didn’t tell you to spell it with a K don’t blame that kinda crap on me!
Comment by alisa rynay haller on May 1, 2010 at 1:48pm
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I spelled it right! CJT told me to go with the K. seriously, Barbie like the doll? Oh you guys should be ashamed of yourselves!
Comment by Jessica Lafortune on May 1, 2010 at 5:53am
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Hysterical!
Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 30, 2010 at 8:08pm
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just call me Buffy the australian slayer
Comment by Mark Rosenblum on April 30, 2010 at 6:18pm
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Thinking Ten-A Writer’s Slayground
Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 30, 2010 at 4:37pm
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AHAHHAAHAA!!!
Comment by Coraline J. Thompson on April 30, 2010 at 4:27pm
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I think it might have actually been the sharp end J.H.
Comment by J.H. Barnes on April 30, 2010 at 3:46pm
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HA!! This is great Alisa. Just what I needed today. Love it. Paul got the crap end of the stick in this deal.
Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 30, 2010 at 2:12pm
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you can invite, just don’t make me speak a foreign language.

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Comment by Edward Dean on April 30, 2010 at 1:43pm
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HAAA……Remind me to never invite you to dinner Alisa.

And hey Blake, cancel all my challenge suggestions, will you?

Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 30, 2010 at 11:47am
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you did both.
Comment by Coraline J. Thompson on April 30, 2010 at 11:46am
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Damnit Alisa – Brooklyn got to the shrimp before I did… also, did I laugh when I read this, or Gaffaw??? Either way, all I could think of was Krykee Mate – and Barbee (sorry Paul!)

Posted in Thinkingten posts and comments on December 21, 2012 by Illyria Taylor

Big Ben

There’s a rumour going around that the term “it was a pallbearer-dropping-the-casket start to the day” is an indication

of it’s going to be a bad day. Still in half sleep half dream mode I remember when the Haller clan actually did drop

Uncle Ben on the way out of the church. Irish Catholics can turn anything into a party, so there were many jokes about

“did anybody ever check for a pulse” and “we knew he’d go down fighting” and finally I stuck the missing bottle of

whiskey in Uncle Ben’s casket and that made him happy enough to let us put him in the ground. Gads, how many

years ago was that? Anyway, considering I have nothing but hilarious recollections of that term I can’t seem to

relate to this new phrase. In the distance there is an ever growing annoying beeping sound that finally reaches

crescendo levels and I jerk awake and slap the snooze button on my alarm clock. Big Ben says it’s 5:30a and I have

to go to work soon. Oh, now I get it.

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Comment by Blake N. Cooper on April 14, 2010 at 8:50pm
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Nicely done, Alisa.
Thanks, all, for playing along with my wacky prompt. I thought of it in the elevator the other day. Weird, I know.
Comment by Michael D. Brown on April 14, 2010 at 8:37pm
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Excellent take on the prompt. This phrase is new to me also, but I can see how it describes one of THOSE days to a T. Never would have thought of working it into a dream. Clever writer!
Comment by Coraline J. Thompson on April 14, 2010 at 4:26am
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Hey at least we both got a laugh about the phrase at work today!!!
Comment by Edward Dean on April 13, 2010 at 6:31pm
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Beautiful recollection of a REAL feeling story Alisa! I really don’t care about the facts but I bought the emotional portrayal. Your writing voice is developing into a new reality. I like it.

Posted in Uncategorized on December 21, 2012 by Illyria Taylor

Serial Killer Still At Large..(tin cat series #1)

The daily headlines read the same for weeks on end; Serial Killer Still At Large; no leads.

Living in a less than affluent section of New Orleans the headlines disturbed me along with my neighbors. People

began pairing up for everyday activities. Husbands jogged with their wives in the morning instead of reading the

Sports Section, brothers walked sisters and mothers to schools and grocery stores, my best male friend even took to

escorting me to and fro from my job as a cocktail waitress at the Tin Cat Pub. The Pub was somewhat high end for

sort of club that it was, but my friend Alphonse faithfully waited for me every morning when I got off at 3am.

 

I made very good money at the Cat, and the boss was great for allowing unscheduled smoke breaks. It was during one

of these breaks that I would sprint the four blocks down to the Diamond Dog Saloon where the married men that had just

paid me small fortunes for lap dances went to mellow out before going home to their unsuspecting wives. It was a

simple act of timing that lead them to me as I hid in the shadows of the dark alley where I purred “ready for a freebee

Big Boy?” I don’t believe I’ve ever had a refusal, looking back on the old newspapers it appears I did not. I did give

them a heads up so to speak, I always whispered in their ears at the Tin Cat “here the kitties purr, but beware of dogs

in packs, they’ll rip your throat out” and it just aroused them more.

 

After ripping out “Neil from Spokane”s throat I looked to Alphonse, “You got the disposal covered?”

“I sure do sweet thing,”

“Don’t forget to leave the ring finger and head for the newspapers”

“Do I evah? See ya at the Cat at 3” as he sauntered off to his riverfront alligator farm.

 
 

 

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Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 13, 2010 at 2:01pm
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awe shucks you guys…
Comment by Jeanette Cheezum on April 13, 2010 at 1:04pm
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Great imagination. Very vivid.
Comment by Salvatore Buttaci on April 13, 2010 at 12:59pm
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You are a very very clever writer. Loved this!
Comment by Travis Smith on April 13, 2010 at 12:54pm
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Gruesome with a comedic twist – nicely done
Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 13, 2010 at 11:31am
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hmmm. would have to work in your fantasy spa piece to pull this one off….I’ll think on it
Comment by Edward Dean on April 13, 2010 at 11:09am
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Big HA, pretty lady! If you ever get me to an alligator farm, those critters need to be skinned for a new pair of boots for me. (and matching luggage would be good.)

Psst; This blog would make a GREAT short (or more) story gal. Go for it!

Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 13, 2010 at 10:35am
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I did have Mr. Dean on my mind when I wrote this…I should’ve made him alphonse
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What a sexy way to kill! I LOVED IT!
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Here, kitty, kitty!🙂
Slice of life; gory humor; great twist!
Good write Alisa.
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thanx Rachel, this was so lame I’m embarassed.

Finally, Mercy comments

Posted in Thinkingten posts and comments on December 21, 2012 by Illyria Taylor

For all the 16 years of her devotion and love, all I can say is that in the end, I finally showed her Mercy.

 

 

 

 

 

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Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 13, 2010 at 10:33am
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thanx all. This was hard to write.
Comment by Blake N. Cooper on April 13, 2010 at 10:08am
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Hi Alisa. I just wanted to let you know how moving this piece was for me; you sure have a way with words. Thanks for sharing these rare emotions—not the easiest thing to do, but why we love the art of writing.
Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 13, 2010 at 7:49am
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Thanx CJ, I’ve taken to calling China “Ruffy” suddenly, I hope it is not a portent of things to come. We both need to find sainer jobs.
Comment by Coraline J. Thompson on April 11, 2010 at 10:38am
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I, like you Alisa, dread the day when I will have to put down my own animals after having worked at the shelter where we both euthenize animals day in and day out. I wonder, when that day comes if I will beg for forgiveness because I gave them a life of being kenneled and not spending the much needed time each day with them or if it will be much like putting down any other animal at the shelter. There are moments when I think of an animal at the shelter, and know without a doubt that I care more for that animal than I do for one or two of my own.

The one thing that I hate the most about what it is that you and I do, is play God and decide who lives today and who doesn’t.

Long live Ruffy – may her spirit be filled with joy.

Comment by Edward Dean on April 11, 2010 at 8:29am
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Very touching piece Alisa.
It’s hard for me to relate because I’ve never had pets, although I did have a number of younger siblings my mother let me drag around at the end of a rope!🙂
Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 9, 2010 at 2:08pm
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well then that is much better. (enthusiastic you’re welcome!)
Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 9, 2010 at 1:51pm
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oh paul, you’re welcome, but I wish it was for something better
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thanx,
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Wow – that evokes a range of emotions – nicely done.

Posted in Thinkingten posts and comments on December 21, 2012 by Illyria Taylor

Going Home

  1. Someone from the past had been sending me messages for days, weeks, eons on end. My dead twin brother, I buried him on Halloween four years ago. I finally decided to buy the one way ticket to home, the suicide note I left read simply; Gone Home.

When I arrived in Hell I was greeted by the Lord and Master himself, Lucifer.

“My child, you’ve finally come home” he said to me as he kissed me on the cheek.

“Daddy, you knew I would eventually” I said as I hugged and kissed him back. “Now where is that worthless brother of mine?” and we chuckled as we walked arm in arm through the gates of my Father’s Kingdom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comment by Michael D. Brown on April 11, 2010 at 7:47pm
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Who’s your mother? Are you Rosemary’s Other Baby? You are either one clever hellcat or a beautiful demon.
I enjoyed this immensely.
Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 8, 2010 at 2:30pm
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that’s an idea…thanx
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Interesting twist–would love to see where this goes…
Comment by alisa rynay haller on April 8, 2010 at 2:25pm
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ahaha! although that may have been an insult, are you saying I’m not charming enough to seduce the old guy? hmmm.
Comment by Coraline J. Thompson on April 8, 2010 at 12:58pm
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LMAO! hey I think I know where the brother is!!!!