Love Is Beautiful

nature-_4_Nobody knows how it begins; a lock of eyes, a tenderly touch of the hand, an invitation to lunch.  Love could be at first sight or grow slowly. It is something you can feel but no see.  A warm feeling who run from head to toe.  You feel like walking on the cloud.  Some live for that person and nobody else; that’s real love.  No the love base on lust that make you go from flower to flower pollinating them.  That isn’t love and isn’t worth it.  A person like that you have to cut it off from the roots.

 

I remember my first platonic love.  when I got close to her sweat cover all body and quiver from the emotion of  closeness.  At night, I laid on my bed thinking about what to said to her the next day.  I wrote in my head a long love letter  but when the time come my legs shake like yellow as soon I get close to her.  I know that our love was mutual but I used to hang around with the wrong crowd.  Once I was going to take the bus to go a college and for some reason my heart was jumping of joy.  When we met on the bus I realize what has my heart all excited. We were in the university and still can’t talk to her.  Thinking about it, I am a coward in the matters of the heart.  In all my love relation the women have taken the lead except with the woman I love the most and broke my heart.  I am so sensible that twenty-five years later still recovering.  Don’t get me wrong we love each other very much.  We leave together for four years in Germany.  Yes, she was German and I am a Puerto Rican station in Deutschland.  Some how the love got lost on the way but “such is life.”

What came after that is too sad to share with you.  I was a wrecked of emotion; remember I wrote I am sensitive.  So, between that and the Persian Golf War my mind was lost in a world of guild (PTSD) That all I will write about that.  Lost in the state of mind I make a lot of love mistake along the way.  I wasn’t prepared for a relation and failed in all the attend to have a companion for life.  Now I have waited close to ten years to try again.  I am in a long distant relationship with someone I met in Costa Rica five month ago to see how it goes.

 

There is a problem with love the person that you like doesn’t like you and the one who’s mad in love with you.  It isn’t you type.  Nowadays it’s hard to get a lasting relationship.  There are some lucky one who got the right person for a lifetime but you have to cherish that relation because things can change in a blink of an eye.  Love is a wonderful feeling and would like to have it back.

                                                                    Author; Melito Santos 

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CYBER INDIAN ON THE PROWL

This theme will hurt sensibilities; in special on the decent people from India; so, I apologize in advance.  Some people from that country are committing cyber crime against the common population.  They appeal to the one of the defect we human has avarice.  That’s how the conversation begin with them offering you money that supposedly belong to you.   They try to do that with me but didn’t work.  I don’t know how they got my phone number but I receive a call saying that the federal government own me twenty thousand dollars. Then ask me if I want to receive the money to my bank account or thru Western Union.  He began to ask me all kind of question that I didn’t understand because he had a strong Indian accent.  I know he wasn’t working for the government because he could even speak English at all.  So, I told him to send me the money to the western union and text me the number to pick it up.  He hung the phone and never call back.

Last week one of them call and told me that I order a security package for life from a company I can’t recall the name now. The thing is he said that the company was going to close and they were refunding the money to the subscribers.  ( Before I continue let me tell you something. I am a combat veteran of the USA Army.  I am a mental health patient because of that I take some medicine that interfere with my thinking. Sometime I am alert and other not.) Now, that I have that out-of-the-way let continue. Like I was telling you the were going to refund me $299.00 but before that they needed access to my computer.  Since, I was medicated didn’t have my mine clear and let them access my Laptop.  They put up a paper with my information don’t know how they got it.  In the form they have space for my SSN, Credit Card, and Bank Account information for me to fill it out.  I told them to go a hell. They hijack my computer and told me to send them $200.00 to fix it. My answer was the same to go …. I prefer to buy another computer than to give a money to those %$#@@#*.  The thing is I was writing a book and lost half of it.  Now, I have to start from the middle. Oh I forgot to tell you.  Since, I bought the Laptop in April the warranty still good so they fix it.  My advice to you be careful when you receive a call from a person with an Indian accent.  I am sorry about those good Indian people, but, there are bad apple that our fellow human need to know. Now, I feel so stupid because he said his name was Jame Hunt and I know there is nobody by that name living in Mumbai.  I was medicated for my mental problem so…

                                                                  Author; Melito Santos 

Deep within the woods

imagebase7_11In a foggy night, a full moon could be seen on the horizon; the howling of the wolf can be heard miles away.  A sinister sensation fills the surrounding.  The stench of  Putrefaction irritates the nostril of any person who ventures into that forsaken place.  The swampy area full of crocodiles and other creature of the marsh scared people away.  It was the type of place evildoers go to adored and worship Beelzebub.  A wooden house deep in the woods was used to make their evil sacrifices to his unclean Lord of the Underworld.  They were humans who lost their way thru time.  The descendant of those lost souls continues their wrong belief and ritual.  Every full moon cycle they capture an innocent man from the nearby town for their sacrifice ritual.  The population of the small city was declining, and people start to question their disappearance.

The worshipers draw with the bones of preview sacrifices a five point star.  In the middle of the star was a stone table used for the ritual.  The member of the satanic cult dress in a black rope with the same star on the chest.  Tight down the drugged offering on the table.  During the ceremony, the high priest took a sharp knife, open the victim’s torso and remove the heart.  Once the blood pump was on his hand; a foul odor of sulfur and fire came from a hole in the ground, the king of damnation rose to collect his tribute. One time they couldn’t get a tribute.  He rose for his adoration gift.  He saw there wasn’t one.  He rips the high priest beating heart out and eats it while he watches.  Since them, the new high priest secured a victim for the event.

The priest from the town church has the idea of evildoers were responsible for the disappearance of the city folks.  He gathers ten healthy men from the congregation to search the swamp for proof.  They went into the forest during the day looking for a place where evil might be.  After, few days nothing was found.  The father knew the congregation’s men didn’t have knowledge on the subject at hand.  He began to train them on the evil sign and how to fight the beast.  They arms themselves with consecrated swords, knives, crucifixes, blessed oil, and holy water.  The men patrol the marsh every day, and nothing turn up.  One day closer to the full moon cycle a man from the chapel saw few people dress in black carrying a big bag.  He follows them from afar but keeping eyes in the dark figures until the arrived at a ritual site.  They open the bag, and he saw a city folk drugged inside, or it seems that way.  The man realizes it was the place they have looked for; he ran to the church to let the others know. 

The priest’s men gather the necessary equipment for the battle of good against evil.  The father told them to wait until an hour before midnight.  They sit around planning how to proceed when the fight started; no knowing who was the enemy.  On a table in the church, they sat to eat and pray before going to hunt the men from the marsh.  Still early to kill time a game of poker was played.  At ten o’clock they walked into the swamp slow and conceal with homemade camouflage.  They know the way to the ritual site.  So, they move carefully thru wet terrain; to catch them in the act.  They could see a dim light in the distant and went straight to it.  When the priest and his men got close to the place; they hide nearby to watch what the black rope figures were doing.  They were preparing a ceremony of some sort.   Hiding in the dark they waited to see what happen.

Members of the cult carried the man one of the church goers so earlier unconscious.  Unholy marks were drawn on his body in preparation for sacrifice and on his chest a five point star.  They put him on a table in the center of the star made of humans bones. The group hiding in the bushes looked at them in silent to see the purpose of the ceremony.   Satanic chants can be heard coming from the men dressed in the black cloak.  Grabbing each other hands, they form a circular chain while singing the evil songs and moving from side to side in a trance.  Inside the circle, a man wears a red, black cape in a pointy hat and a dagger in his hand.  When the high priest raises his knife to open the victim; a flying blade hit him in the chest.  He looks at the blood pouring out the hole on his five point star, with wide open eyes, he collapses on the ground.   The rumble began one of the priest man cut of the cult man in half with his sword.  The rest of the cult gets out of their stupor and grab picks fork to fight the intruders.  During the battle, body-less head flew thru the air, guys pierced with the fork and arms less corpses laying on the foul ground.

A hole opens on the fight site the stench of sulfur and putrefaction was unbearable.  Satan rose from the hole.  He has big curve horn, eyes lit up on fire, big claw, and a huge corpulence anatomy.  In a  harsh voice, he claims his tribute.  The demon worshiper felt on their knees and bow to the master.  The devil tries to get one of the priest’s men but they at once threw the holy oil on him.  He screamed in agony when the pure liquid landed on him.  His flesh burned with the oil; instead of a beating heart, he went down to hell in pain.  It didn’t kill him but for sure left a mark on his psychic.  His follower escapes through the swamp into woods and disappear.  The priest along with what was left of his man destroyed the altar and purified the place with holy water.  Then, pick the bodies of his dead people and took them to be buried in sacred ground.  The town inhabitants are always on the lookout in case the worshiper returned along with the unclean.

Author;  Melito Santos

                                            

ONE OF THE DEVIL’S GANG

sunset5The fog covers the valley on a moonless night; in the distant, a howling of a lonely wolf can be heard.  The big owl eyes on the branch of a tree can be seen waiting for a mouse to run looking for food on the ground below.  The scary sound of the night keep the Frightened people of the village away.  A seven feet tall creature walked the swampy terrain in the forest.  It has a curve backbone, hairy body, long claws, and a face like a monkey with a protruded beak.  When the horrible looking thing move thru dirt the only sound you hear was the creature feet and his growl.  In the darkness of the marsh, the animals close their eyes not to be discovered, and only a red inferno eyes could be seeing because everything was on the beast menu.

 

Six foolish men went into the forest to look for the creature which the legend, they had heard.  They brought provision for the night; water, dried meat, beans, hot coffee, and weapons.  You can see they were not expert because bringing flashlights to a place where the creatures have night vision, and you don’t is looking for trouble.  The guys walked in the forest hoping to catch the beast for the purpose to become famous. The people of the town were not in danger unless they venture into the woods in the dark.  The want to be hunters might end off being the prey; the monster saw them from afar.  They separated and form a line eight feet apart to cover more distant not knowing that looking for the creature wasn’t necessary.  The thing slashes the first one from the right shoulder to the left thigh, the cry of pain he made when the long claw penetrated his body and ripped him apart, alert the owls nearby and they flew away in panic.  He pulled his first prey of his hunt by his left leg and pulled him into his lair in the swamp.

 

The rest of them heard the sound their friend made when he has been torn apart and ran in the wrong direction going deeper into the forest.  The horrible thing went looking for them; now they have lost the courage and were desperate looking for a way out.  One of the popped up hunters was crying like a baby because he tries to chew more that he can handle.  The others were to scare to make a sound, but they were quivering like a bird in a cold, wet day.  A tight circle was made for protection, but it didn’t matter the creature was fast, can climb the trees and pick them from above.  They move together thru the forest looking for a way out of the woods.  The second one was grab by the head and disappeared into the dark.  This time he didn’t make a sound, so nobody knew; he was gone.  The creature was saving his food for a later day.  As soon the body was in the storage it returns for another.  The third one while he was taking a pee found himself looking at his beating heart in front of him.  The beast ran his claw thru his back ribs and ripped his body pump out of the body.  He tried to yell in panic, but nothing came out he was already dead.

 

The others called each other’s name and realized they were only three of them left.  Now they started running to the edge of the wooden area, a tall building can be seen in the distant over the trees.  The last one looks back and saw those red inferno eyes watching him close behind and pee on himself.  It didn’t do him any good, he looks again, but this time his body flew in the air and landed in two pieces.  He saw his leg far away from his body trunk before dying.  The other two run faster, but the beast kept following them close; it was not time to take his catch to the liar.  The last two got their courage back and stood their ground to fight the creature, but it was worse less, they were already dead.  The creature moved fast between the two and ripped both heads at the same time only their bodies were left to fight.  Two lifeless bodies standing to defends their life that wasn’t there anymore.  The ugly things belong to the devil’s gang; pick up his game and put them in the swamp pit for later.

                                                                  Author, Melito Santos        

 

 

COUGARS ON THE PROWL

Looking to score goes around for an unaware prey to come her way.  Innocent young ones’ walked about with big muscle to show his vain. Naive as they are easy prey to catch; to made him her sex slave.  Once she is done; dropped him like it hot and keep on going for the next one.

To the gym, they go to make their bodies hard as a rock to attract a victim to her side and turn with lust his life upside down.  Maybe a teenage boy who hasn’t has his first experience with the opposite sex.  Full of desire, and his groin full of juice an easy prey for the lovely beast.

Around, around and about the beauty goes to find his next hot rod.  In the shopping mall dress to kill, she goes showing up her tight body to all.  She waits for a prey to get close and in slow motion bring him down.  The youngster is caught between his faithfulness and lust.

A body to die for; is the bait to get hooked up the beautiful fish.  Pull him out take it home getting hot; before the lesson start.  Since the beauty and not the beast the society called her a cougar.  When is a male is nothing but dirty old men.  They are both the same, but she is the beauty and his the beast.

                                                                        Author, Melito Santos