Thursday, June 25, 2015

My First Zombie Story

Hey, Lovelies.
So I wrote a story about Zombies for a friend, and I thought I would share it with you. I don't have a title for it, so if you have any suggestions, let me know. :)
This is my very first story about Zombies, so be sure to tell me how I did. ;)

Alison walked this route every day. Two lefts from Mike's and straight past the old greenhouse.
Then, there was the old Matheson house. Everyone knew the story about that place. James Matheson was the one who had killed the three blondes. They found the bodies 2 years later in his basement. Or...what was left of them. Which wasn't much. The cops said it looked like James had pulled them apart with his bare hands - only one of the girls survived.
Alison shuddered at the memory. That had been one year ago.
She didn't tell many people this, but she had been one of the victims. The scars across the back of her neck itched whenever she thought about it.
Alison shook away the thoughts and continued on her way.
Reaching her porch, Alison looked to both sides as she climbed to the door. She bit her lip once more, anxiously, and walked into her house.
"Mom, I'm home!"
"Okay, baby." She walked into the room with Alison, wiping her hands on a towel. "Honey, Sam forgot his keys, and since you have that thing tonight, no one will be home. Could you drop his keys off, please?" She tossed a bundle of keys to Alison who caught it expertly with one hand.
"Sure, mom. Have a good night at work. I'll see you tomorrow."

Alison walked back out the door, once again checking both sides.
She exited the front porch and made her way to the Lumber Yard where she knew her brother was working these days.
When she got there, she was shocked to see Mr. Matheson hauling wood with Sam.
Alison yanked Sam aside by the arm.
"What is Mr. Matheson doing here?" She whispered,
"Working, Al. What does it look like he's doing?"
"Why is he here, though?"
Sam scoffed. "Bill can hire whoever he wants, Al."
She rolled her eyes, and shoved the keys into his hand.
"Mom has work, tonight, and I have that thing at school in an hour, so you'll have to let yourself in."
She waved and jogged away from the work site, hoping that no one would see her.
No such luck.
"Alison, hi!"
She sighed. "Hi...Mr. Matheson... What are you doing here?"
"I'm workin. Bill over there was kind enough to hire me."
"Oh. Well...I have to get going. I'll...see you later."
Mr. Matheson smiled. "I sure hope so, dear."
Pursing her lips, Alison made her way to the sidewalk once again. She rushed past the  powerplant, and toward her house again.

Sitting in her house alone, Alison opened her science book and read the title of today's chapter.
“The brain”
She lay down on her stomach, kicking her feet back and forth on the bed.
Alison jumped when she heard a thump at her window. She stared continuously at her darkened window for five minutes before she saw a tree branch knocking into the window pane. She laughed at herself and checked the clock.
Time to get ready.
Fifteen minutes later, she was on her way.
As she passed Mrs. Rosewood sitting in her rocking chair, Alison waved good naturedly.
"Careful, dear."
"Careful of what, Mrs. Rosewood?"
Mrs. Rosewood frowned and wrapped her arms around herself. "There's something in the wind tonight. I don't like it."
Smiling kindly, Alison waved again. "I'll be careful."
When Alison had gotten as far as the field by the school, a bitter wind rushed in to wrap around her.
She shivered and walked a little faster hoping that the heat would be on at school.
She rubbed her arms as she walked trying to keep warm.
Her dress caught on something in the dark, and when she reached down to untangle it, she found herself falling into the ditch.
The last thing she heard before she blacked out was, "I found it. I...found...braiiinnnnsssss.."
Alison screamed, but a leather-gloved hand clapped over her mouth, digging into her skin around her lips.
And Alison fainted.

When she woke up, she could feel her hands being held above her by a chain. The all-too-familiar pain at the base of her skull roared up and down her spine.
Hot tears dripped down her face as she tried to open her eyes. Nothing. She whimpered, and it was greeted by a slap across her face.
She wailed into the gag she felt in her mouth. It was happening again.


Sam got home, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and plopped himself down on the couch. With a deep, satisfied sigh, he turned the TV on.
When the phone rang, he groaned and went to pick it up.
"Hello, Sam speaking."
"Hi, Sam. This is Miss Tans. Is Alison home?"
Sam frowned slightly. "Uh, no. She went to a school party tonight. She was going to make a speech, why?"
"She never showed up..."
Sam didn't hear what the lady said next, he was already hanging up to dial 911.
"Hello, 911, what is your emergency?"
"My sister! Alison, she was the victim of a serial killer- James Matheson. She is missing. She was supposed to be at school, but she's not!"
The man was obviously uninterested.
"Listen, son, we can't do anything unless she's been gone for a couple days. Have you tried her...BFF's house? Maybe they're having a little girl-on-girl time."
"Give the phone to officer Max Lucas."
"I can't-"
"Just give him the phone!!"
There was a sigh on the other line. "Hold on."
"Hello, this is Max."
"Max, Al's missing."
"I'll be there in ten."


"Please..." Alison pleaded, weakly. "James...stop..." He plunged another needle into her neck, etching new designs into her skull. She blacked out again.
When she rose from the darkness again, she found she could open her eyes. James stood in front of her, kicking things over, and throwing others across the room.
"It doesn't taste right! Tastes like steel!!!"
Alison's panicked mind reminded her about the implant she had. James had damaged her brain, and she had to get an implant to shock her brain sometimes.
James's outburst pulled her from her thoughts.
They were in a dark building. There were wooden boxes everywhere. James threw one at her, and it broke against her, driving splinters and a nail into her arms. Alison screamed with pain through the gag. An idea struck her. She bent her hand over, painfully grabbing the end of the nail. She began shoving it into the lock on the chains, hoping against hope that she would somehow shift something in the lock to unlock it.
When she heard other voices nearby, she screamed at the top of her lungs. James turned to her, took a syringe, and began slashing at her skin with it.
Screams and wails ripped themselves from her throat like the nail in her skin.

Sam and Max had 20 men out looking for Alison. They had been searching for hours with nothing to show.
A couple men had been asking to go home seeing as this was all volunteer work-it was after hours.
"Come on, Al. Hang in there. We're coming. I promise. We're coming."
One of the officers yelled in their direction, "Something's been dragged over here. It's not much, but it's the only lead we have."
Sam's gut twisted. He had to find Alison. His mother wouldn't be able to take another loss like their father's.
All the men crowded to the path, shining their lights at the ground. They walked for a half hour before they came to an old factory.
"Surround the building. Sam and I will proceed slowly."
Max took Sam's hand and placed a pistol in it. "Safety's off, Sammy."
A scream echoed through the air.
"ALISON!" Sam darted toward the building
"Sam! Wait!"
Sam kept running.


Alison shrieked when she felt the syringe pound over and over again.
Finally, Sam charged through a door in the wall. Sam. Sam.
A shot rang out. Two. Four. James didn't stop. He ran at Sam, and smashed him into a wall, ready to kill when Sam pulled out the foot-long knife he had gotten for his birthday, and he chopped James's head off.
Sam ran over, grabbed a key from James's coat pocket and released Alison. She toppled into his arms.
Before she passed out once again, she heard Sam say, "It's okay, Al. I've got you. It's okay. I've got you." And then to the open air, "Thank you, God."
Alison rested her eyes knowing she was safe in her brother's arms.

Sam carried his sister outside where Max took in the scene and called an ambulance.
A few blocks away, Mrs. Rosewood shook her head, clicking her tongue.

“I told her to be careful.”

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed! The laptop I am using right now is acting up, so if there is formatting issues with the post today, I apologize.
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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Sunburn and Skinned Knees

Hey, everyone. I know, radio silence for awhile. Sorry! I am working on Sniper again. Hopefully I'll get some more up soon. :)

So today was freaky busy. I woke up, and two hours later went to the beach to watch kids in the water for some moms fr church. Right when I was done there, I showered, and went straight to a friend's to walk with some people we both know. On the way, I skinned my knees, and at the beach, I got sunburned. When I burn, I burn bad. And the walk we took did not help. So, I was laying in the shower trying not to hurt myself-yes, laying. I was in so much pain, I didn't want to stand-and I started composing this poem. Now, it sounded completely amazing while I was laying there, and then when I was done getting dressed, and tried to write it down, I forgot all the really good parts like I always do. Haha so, here's the poem I wrote. I hope you like it. I worked hard to remember it. ;)

Sunburn and Skinned Knees

The light dapples in
Throwing odd shadows
On the plastic surrounding me.
Like a strange sunset put there
To taunt my eyes

Each droplet of water
Is another arrow
Shooting new spikes of pain
Through my body

Millions of drops
Per second
Splash onto my skin.

I could have avoided the pain
I could have stopped this
Not going to the beach
Not going on that walk

But oh, I would not take it back.

Not one second.
Minute was another 

To add to my collection
And even
As I lay here
Rivulets of water
Washing down my red skin
I am making another.

You tease me
Like some cruel trickster
Dripping down my back

Turned to cruel
Running up my spine like a knife.

Oh, blissful pain
Would that I could feel
You to your full relevance

Instead, you trip over me
Leaving pain in your wake.

Like a torture machine.

This feels so bad
But so good.
Once the water is freed
From the contraption shooting it
Like a pistol in my heart
Onto my skin
It rebels against its maker
And trickles delightfully across me, sending delightful shivers
Into me
Only to betray me again.

Oh, sweet treasure
Would that your painful side were invisible
Could sleep

I hope you all enjoyed. Take some time to like this below, and subscribe. Check out my HP account at My name is Marisa Lu Makil, and the picture should be a girl trying to fly away, but she is being held down by a ball and chain.
You'd can find hundreds of my poems on there. Thanks so much for looking at this, I totally appreciate it.
Goodnight, Gems.



Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Poem On A Sunny Day

Hello, Gems. Some of you may have heard about my phone problems, but praise God they are all resolved.

I wrote this poem a little bit ago, and thought I would share it with you. God has been good to me, lately. I have been having a rough time of it, but He always comes through. He finds little ways to make my day, and He takes my mind off of things that upset me. :)


I love
My God
Because when I am upset
And depressed
And angry
And a swirling
Swirling tornado
Of emotions

And I say to Him,
"God, save me, I'm drowning"
He saves me.

And when life is so dim that I can't
A foot in front of me
And I am falling fast
Through the dark
I can feel
Feel His arms
Bearing me up
Wrapping me up
In the most comforting
Hug imaginable.

So there you are. I hope you enjoyed. Sort about all the random underlining. The app is a little weird. Have a blessed week. Shoot me an email or something. Love you, guys!

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Brightening My Day - Even Though it's Night

Hey, everyone.
One of my best friends just said they love me, and it put me in a good mood. ^-^

It doesn't brighten my day
When someone tells me I'm sexy. I don't wake up and hope someone will tell me I should become a bikini model; I wake up thinking
"It's a beautiful day. My God loves me, and hey, I'm hot even if no one says so."

I wake up hoping that today will be better than yesterday, and maybe that I'll spread his word a little further today

What really brightens my day
Is when God takes the time
To say to my friends
"Hey, she needs you. Tell her you love her."

Not like in the romantic way. Just as a casual "Hey, I just wanted you to know that you mean a lot to me.
Thanks for loving on me,
I love you back."

That's what means the world to me. I'm getting more if that recently, and I just wanted you guys to know that no matter what gender you are, or how awkward or seems, I love hearing that I an valued. I have always had problems with self-esteem, and just hearing those three words brightens my day so much.
So thank you. Thanks so much to those of you who tell me on a daily basis. It means so much to me, so shout out to you.
You know who you are.
Yeah, this post is kind of short. Sorry. I was going to make this a poem, but it got too long, so that plan failed. Blog post was next on the list. :P
So, what's up with you guys? I would love to hear. I always love hearing from you guys.
Tell me how your day went, or what your are doing tomorrow, or what book you are currently reading, anything.
Thanks so much for reading.
As always, like this post, subscribe. And share with all of your friends so they can read, too. :)
I love you guys.
Stay awesome.
Have a blessed weekend. <3

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

"Put Your Arms Around Me"

Hey, everyone. :)

Here's a little something I cooked up over the last 20 minutes based on this picture.

 I hope you like it :)

Mercedes giggled as she was led over and through obstacles she couldn’t see.
“Where are we going, Luke?”
“You’ll see. Don’t take off the blindfold.”
“Come on!” she groaned good-naturedly, “I dressed for dinner! Where are you taking me?”
“You look great for what we are doing. Just a couple more seconds...and…” Mercedes felt him stop, and nearly stumbled into him. “Okay. Take it off.”
When her green eyes adjusted to the dark lighting, she laughed. “The Maxonn Theater? What are we doing here?”
“You know…” Luke said, drawing her up onto the old stage, “They used to hold balls here. They would hang chandeliers right there,” he pointed directly above them into the dark of the ceiling, “And roses there,” pointing to various places on the stage, “And everyone would stand right...about here.” He drew her to the middle of the stage.
“Stay there for just a second.” Mercedes laughed at the obvious excitement on his face.
He disappeared for a few minutes into the blackness around them, and then she saw him because suddenly it wasn’t dark anymore. In fact, a spotlight made her vision dance when she glanced up. She looked to see Luke pulling a bundle of roses in a pot to the side of the stage, and he moved a tripod camera so that it was facing her.
She laughed and smiled. Luke pushed a button on a laptop, and music echoed from unknown speakers around the room. When she looked back at him, he was holding a hand out,
“May I have this dance?”
She walked, doing her best to look dignified and took his hand. Her long white dress trailed in the dust, leaving a trail behind her.
When their fingers touched, he spun her around, and around, causing her dress to dance up in the air just high enough for her to look like a child.
As the music echoed around her, Mercedes sang along in her head. You can’t learn to fly on the way down.
Luke released her hand momentarily and she spun around, arms out like a bird. When she stopped to look back at him, he was on his knee, holding his hand out once again. Only this time, he was already holding something.
“Every year, on the anniversary of our meeting, I do something special, and I hope that every year, I surprise you more and more. This year I chose a solo dance. Dancing means everything to me-you know that. Dancing is a signature of love and passion mixed with every emotion that could ever be felt. You are...everything to me, Merc. Laughter, sadness, blessings, curses, you frustrate me, and make me the happiest person on the planet. You are the embodiment of dance. So…” He tugged at the collar of his white shirt. “Dance with me forever, Merc?”
She flung her arms out again, and danced over to him where she put her arms around his neck and laughed gently as he took her into his arms. Leaning her head near his ear, she whispered, “Yes.”
He swung her up into his arms, and she fell even farther in love with her Fiancé.

Have a wonderful week :)