Abraxas Rodewald
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Stories (7/0)
Midnight Moonlit Love
We were set to meet at 6 pm. Time had always presented itself as an issue for me. Some race to meet the deadline of a perfect gentleman standard or tardiness that claimed itself fashionable. Reservations at the finest joint in town, perhaps a claim to an often expected false status. I downed a few cocktails before leaving the house to calm the current of electricity that crashed against my nerves. This would be my first date in two years and four months. My last sexual partner believed it acceptable to remove her glass eye during sex and announce herself cycloptic as if humor pronounced normality. She was a traveling carnie, dedicated explicitly to constructing the thrill ride that disconnected in Boston and left at least a dozen occupants ghosts in response to wailing mothers. This left my emotions sidelined, and only one thing brought feeling back to the empty, the high of asphyxiation. I imagined it some sort of breath of relief from the smells of an animal auction. She wore a mouth like a can opener and a Motley Crue sweater from the 88 tour. It still smelled of a waffle house bathroom. I swear I could just make out some siren song, but only a peg leg would be a fool for those orgasmic hymns, yet somehow I found myself utterly powerless to her lack of charm. I swore to myself that I would never use Christian mingle again, but here I was, a fool to edited photographs, a fool to the truth of robotic romance, a fool to the bitter end.
By Abraxas Rodewald3 years ago in Horror
The rescue who rescued me.
Heroin has a funny way of removing everything that matters in someone’s life. As for me, it started with my dog, Lumin, my french bulldog that I was awarded in the divorce from my alcoholic husband. She was a great dog, excepting for the fact that she had terrible allergies, and soon came the day I was no longer able afford to keep paying the $500 a month for her medication as well as keep up with my growing drug habit. Eventually, it felt like I had no choice but to find her a new home. Thankfully I was able to find her a house with a stay-at-home mother, five children, and a six-figure disposable income who were willing to take on the expenses that came with her. I hope you understand that I was trying to do the right thing. The truth was that at the time, it was the right thing to do because things only got worse for me from there. Shortly after I re-homed Lumin, I lost my job, was evicted from my apartment, arrested for possession, my car impounded, and for about two years, I was homeless and living in vehicles, on someone's couch or in tents along the side of interstate 5 in Seattle. My friends and family no longer spoke to me because they were sick and tired of trying to help someone who didn't want any help. It hurt them to watch me destroy myself. So I left them alone. Lumin would have been miserable, and as much as it hurt me to have to let her go, she did not belong on this suicidal drug binge with me. At that point, I was hoping for a permanent overdose, and I had purposely pushed away any purpose or meaning from my life so that I could die without directly hurting anyone or anything around me. I know it sounds bleak, but that's where I was at the time.
By Abraxas Rodewald3 years ago in Motivation
The Grimoire Of Golb
I was on the bus when I found it. It was the catalyst that changed everything. A year ago I was on the last bus from Renton to Downtown Seattle on the 101, I’d sit in the back of the bus so no one could sit behind me because it's a city, it was dangerous. I didn’t even notice it at first, not until I sat on it, there it was shoved between the seats, a little black moleskin journal. I removed it from between the cushions and ran my fingers over the face of the book and down the spine, appreciating the weight of it in my hands. I had always wanted one of these to write in, envious of all of the famous writers who owned one, jotting down inspirations for their next great novel in such an elegant yet simple book. I never afforded myself such a luxury item, only in my dreams. I took off my headphones allowing them to rest on my shoulders, then I removed the elastic band and opened it to the title page. It read “if found please call 206-555-5555, Reward of $20,000.”
By Abraxas Rodewald3 years ago in Horror