Salina Brilla
Bio
I am a Writer, Artist, Tarot Reader, Music Booker and Promoter. I write poetry and paint when I have something inside of me that needs to come out. I write about bands, Tarot, concepts and idea's I feel the necessity to share with others.
Stories (15/0)
She & Him
She showered, shaved, lotioned, painted her nails, did her makeup and hair. She put on a sexy black slip with lace trim on the breast. She wore only a long overcoat atop it. Black high heels in her hands... She hates heels, so she wore slip on's to leave the house.
By Salina Brilla3 years ago in Filthy
Smerlina
Every bar has it's ghost story. Makes sense when you think of it, they are full of spirits. Haha, get it, you know, booze, spirits. There are some people who don't drink at all out of fear of being filled with a spirit. There are practitioner's who refuse to practice magic while intoxicated because the barrier between the living and the dead becomes so thin. There are others who offer liquor on their alters to appease the spirits of the dead. I'm going to tell you a story that may make you think the next time you are in a bar drinking and the music is playing. It's the story of a body borrower. You may hear some people in those polite circles of love and light refer to a similar experience as "channeling." If it's ok for us to accept Abraham Hicks and Sylvia Browne's Francine, see how you feel about accepting Smerlina.
By Salina Brilla4 years ago in Horror
Daikaiju,There Will Be Fire
A Band Review From A Bookers Point Of View My name is Salina Brilla. I book shows in Huntsville Alabama. I have a podcast with Spice Radio Huntsville called Red Magic Imports. I make a YouTube Channel called DIYLive Huntsville with a friend of mine where we record and interview bands. I work with underground to midlevel bands local and world wide. I write about shows I see and bands I know.
By Salina Brilla4 years ago in Beat
Forsaken Profits
A Band Review from a bookers point of view My name is Salina Brilla. I book shows in Huntsville Alabama. I have a podcast with Spice Radio Huntsville called Red Magic Imports. I make a YouTube Channel called DIYLive Huntsville with a friend of mine where we record and interview bands. I work with underground to midlevel bands local and world wide. I write about shows I see and bands I know.
By Salina Brilla4 years ago in Beat
Mathew the Terror Tiger
BY: Salina Brilla Mathew the Tiger lived all alone in the jungle. That's very strange for a tiger not to have any family. His days were lonesome and long, with no one to lick clean or hunt; he became sad. Mathew did not only become sad, he became mean and bad. He would tease, capture, and eat other animals for fun. He liked the taste of antelopes and zebras. He liked to spring out in the middle of a herd, and laugh as they all ran away. He took joy in the terror he put in the hearts of the jungle animals. Every day, the animals were on the lookout for "Mathew the Terror Tiger." He would jump on the backs of the hippos, and scratch at their hides to let the sun in and burn the flesh underneath. He would jump on the trees above the crocs, so the branches would fall and knock on their heads. He was vicious, all because he was lonely. He was getting the attention of the other animals, and with it, he didn't feel so lonely. Sometimes, he would find a place in the field where the zebras chatted with each other, and hide low in the grass and listen to stories of his captures and conquests, and ultimately, dinner. "His teeth are stained red from so many victims," one zebra said as Mathew licked his teeth and wondered if it was true. "He smells awful from the dead flesh beneath his nails," said another zebra, and Mathew sniffed his paws and shook his head in agreement. "He must be stopped." He heard the zebras agree, and Mathew laughed silently knowing there was no one who could defeat him. "There's an ape who says we can stand together and defeat Mathew." Mathew became mad, and perched himself to haunch in the grass. "The ape's name is Kaden." And with that information Mathew sprung from his hiding place with a loud roar that excited the hooves of all the zebras gossiping, and they ran off.
By Salina Brilla4 years ago in Geeks
