the fatal sisters

W.F.- If there ever was a pair of angels that I could wish upon my shoulders, then the buck starts/stops with the drop dead gorgeous Princess-fatale and her sister

half woman, half fish, entirely fatal; the sea sisters who lure men to their deaths with such beautiful grace they’re feared for their ability to be loved. 

                             Our song will tear open your heart, and you will beg for more. It will tease you with your greatest desire till you grow mad. And this desire will eventually burn so fierce that you will drive yourself directly to us.


W.F.- Isn’t life amazing when you bump into LXXT in the middle of a shoot with the drop dead gorgeous Princess-fatale and sister romping in the park wearing awesome latex outfits

Bad Decisions & Breakdowns || Maya & Tori

Another school event at Degrassi. Another chance for the Legacy to make everyone else feel inferior. Maya couldn’t care less about spirit week. What was there to celebrate? The bus crash had caused a variety of injuries to the students involved and the fatality of her older sister. Given that the school had provided grief counselors for anyone who needed to talk, Degrassi planning a spirit week to try to change the subject wasn’t providing the students a great way to cope. If anything, spirit week was bound to cause more problems between the groups at the high school.

Slamming her locket shut, Maya slung her bag over her shoulder. Classes were out for the day and the majority of the student body had already left for the day. Despite the few stragglers, the halls were practically empty. Turning the corner, Maya let a small smile slip from her lips when she came face to face with her best friend. “Hey Tor. Ready to go? I’m totally in the mood to make some poor choices. I’m so over spirit week and it’s only Monday.”

Making her way through the doors of Degrassi, Maya stopped on the steps as she glanced in her bag. “Oh, shoot. I think I left my flash drive in the computer lab. It has all of my assignments on it. It better still be there.” Turning around, Maya made her way back into the computer lab. Opening the door to the vacant room, Maya made her way over to the computer she was using. Seeing the screen light up, she felt her heart drop. 


On December 30th, 2004 Kenneth Allen and his sister Kari fatally stabbed their mother, Sharon Allen, after she refused to help in the plot to murder her parents. On Jan. 3, Allen lured his 75-year-old grandmother, Betty Bradley, to his mother’s apartment and smothered her with a plastic bag. Later that day, Allen entered his grandparents’ Indianapolis home and lay in wait for his grandfather, Leander Bradley, 91, whom he bludgeoned to death with a hammer. Kenneth then used a saw to cut up the bodies of his mother and grandmother. He wrapped the remains in plastic and took them to the Bradleys’ Indianapolis home. There, he and his sister used a rented jackhammer and concrete mixer to dig a 6-foot-square hole in the floor of the basement where all three victims were entombed in concrete. Kenneth avoided the death penalty by pleading guilty in January 2010 to killing his mother and grandparents. He is serving life in prison without parole, plus 130 years. In April 2010, a judge sentenced Kari Allen to 38 years in prison, plus two years in community corrections programs.


I haven’t done a poetry reading in awhile, and I love a lot of the Valkyrie imagery in this piece.

I’m still fairly new to the narration community, so requests and general feedback would be greatly appreciated! I’m always looking to improve my work!