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DIY Sea Shell Candles🕯🌊 made from recycled birthday candles

I’m sure there are plenty of posts like this one, but I’m just proud that I made some myself! So here’s my process!

What I used:

~ Old birthday candles
~ Shells (Mine were mussel shells)
~ Essential Oils of your choice(I used chamomile & peppermint)
~ A peeler, knife or scissors
~ Something to melt the wax in(I was lucky enough to have metal measuring cups)
~ A clothes pin to keep the wick up

Here’s how to do it!

Originally I was just trying to get the white design off the candles, so I could have homemade looking colored candles for spells. I ended up breaking a few of them while trying to peel the design off so I just used the left over candle and reused the wick for my sea shell candles!

🕯First I scraped the design off(carefully), and kept them in piles of the color. You’ll have to break one of the candles for the wick. One wick will work for two sea shells unless your shells are larger.

🕯Second I put the scraps of wax into the metal measuring cup and placed that on a pan on the stove to heat it and melt. Once melted, I tossed a few drops of my essential oils into the wax to make it smell good. I used chamomile(for calming, success, & easing anxiety) & peppermint(for healing, love, cleansing, and that extra little boost I need sometimes!) But feel free to add whatever you like!

🕯Third I poured the wax into the shells carefully. You may want to make sure the shells are evenly placed, maybe put something on one side to balance it so the wax doesn’t spill out. Then, while the wax is still hot I used a clothes pin to put the wick in and left it to dry. Once dry, your shell doesn’t have to be level(unless you filled it to the top - then your wax will shift when lighted!)

That’s it! It was super simple and easy and quick. Now I also have some great, mini and homemade looking spell candles as well as some aromatherapeutic sea shell candles for my desk while I work & read. Enjoy your sea shell candles my fellow witches! 🌙

Blessed be🥀


Happy Mabon, everyone! 🍂  🍎

I’ll be writing down the things I used, and in bold will be replacements you can use! I hope this inspires others, and gives people some new idea for future sabbats! 

I know I said I’d post this on my account, @lovely-amethyst-witch, but this account has such a bigger following it would be easier to share on here to spread faster! 

I think I’ll just show this on snapchat the next time around to show the process live. ( Let us know, if you’d like to see that)

Things I used: 🍂 🍎

  • Soy Wax  ( 464 )  -Any Fall Colored and Scented Candle to remelt-
  • Nutmeg, Cinnamon sticks,Star Anise, and Cloves  -These are Optional- 
  • Autumn Scent for candle, I used Cinnamon and Vanilla ( and a splash of pumpkin spice)  
  • A Container to put the candle in. -Any Jar will do-
  • Orange, Red and Brown Color Blocks 
  • Thermometer 
  • Pouring Pitcher ( for the candle wax)
  • Wooden Spoon ( one you won’t miss, you can’t use it for food again)
  • Knife to cut colored blocks ( one you won’t miss ) 
  • An old pot ( you can’t use it for food again)
  • Wicks and Wick Stickers  -Needed for remelting candle-

First and foremost, all utensils used for candle making can not be used for food again. Don’t risk it, be safe and avoid any problems by mixing them.

Now here is my Mabon Candle and flower tribute, it is my interpretation of it and I love my candle.  🕯️

Here are the steps I used: 🍂 🕯️

  1. Prepare Candle Containers, place wicks using wick stickers in the center. Use a pencil ( or a wick holder) to keep the wick from moving as it cools.
  2. Melt the wax on a double boiler, until it reached 170-180 degrees (Fahrenheit) 
  3. Cut colored blocks, use little chunks and mix into wax. Be sure the color blocks is completely melted, if not, then there will be chunks of color in your candle. ( it will still function perfectly fine, but it’s not as pretty.)
  4. Take Wax off double boiler to cool it down to 135 degrees (Fahrenheit) 
  5. Turn off Stove, be safe! 
  6. Add Scent and stir, never use more than one ounce of scent per one pound of wax. Anything over will be too overpowering.
  7. Carefully pour wax into containers, it’s okay if your wick holder moves, you can adjust it any time while the wax is still in liquid form. 
  8. Wait for it to firm up and add your fall scents! I choose Cinnamon, Star Anise, Nutmeg, and whole cloves!
  9. Enjoy!

Simplified Version: 🍎 🕯️

  1. Melt Candle of your choice on a double boiler, be very very careful not to burn yourself. Use oven mits to be safe.
  2. Prepare new jar, place wick and wick sticker inside 
  3. Pour melted candle wax into new jar, be careful not to spill hot wax on your skin. 
  4. Allow Candle to solidify a little before adding any decor, if you don’t wait long enough it will sink into the candle itself; or will dent the candle wax. 
  5. Add the optional spices, decorate to your hearts content.
  6. Enjoy!

- Kinara


i accept her eclipse, her bedroom sightings, confine myself to her—floats over amour sea, cerulean nightgown; the breaker of desire, wakes my deepest self with her nectar, what lives and what dies? in circular transience; narcissus blossoms, i remain in flames, ardor wears off, she materialises with thunderclap; foam, ritual vermilion, coats her, scars on my knees, we stand on the precipice to look down; mist in the morning, there is dew on her satin skin—i begin my ritual.

Don’t Burn Down Your House: Safety Tips for Witches

It’s easy (and fun, I know!) to go charging head-first into spellwork and the Craft, but I feel like I’ve scorched enough carpets and spilled wax on enough altar cloths that I should warn you (fair heed!) about a couple ways to maximize your craft while minimizing damage.

1. Be careful with open flames - Things can catch on fire, even if the flame isn’t touching them! Putting candles in holders, fireproof buckets, cauldrons, and mugs are all good ways to keep your candles burning safely indoors without having to babysit them.

2. Wax comes off when you freeze it (so don’t try to re-melt it by applying heat, or you’ll just make a big mess). Try popping your wax-stained stuff in the freezer.

3. Cork tops can catch fire, so be careful when sealing cork-topped spell bottles with a candle. Always put it out before it can set the cork alight (and if you’re trying to scorch the top, babysit the candle so you know to blow it out when i’t’s done).

4. Treat every spell you do like it’s going to work. As a basic witchy precaution, always plan and assume any spell you’re going to cast will work as intended. Don’t cast any spells you don’t want the outcome of, and consider very carefully whether the spell’s results are your own desired results. Consider a spell’s ramifications, and always keep a way to reverse “permanent” spells on-hand (aka, don’t chuck away a binding bottle, since you might want to un-bind the subject one day).

5. Ground and center, eat and drink - After hefty spellwork or ritual, it’s good to eat or drink something nourishing to replenish your energy (physically and mentally). It can be tempting to stay in that lightheaded, witchy place, but you will (I can assure you) start to get a headache, or a psychic migraine, or any other label you want to put on “magical brain drain”. Take care of yourself!

6. Essential oils and herbs aren’t all “safe”. Do your research before using any oils or herbs on yourself - especially if you’re ingesting them! For example, many old recipes for Flying Ointment require ingredients that are actual poison, even when simply rubbed on the body. DEFINITELY don’t use oils or herbs on pets or animals (there are a few plants that are the exception - parsley, catnip or catmint for cats, for instance. Again, thorough research is the key!)

7. Write down what you did. If you’re trying out a new spell, ritual, craft, or other device, keeping a record of what you’ve done is essential to managing your Craft! You’ll learn from your work, and be able to keep track of which spells you’ve cast and its effects.

The Wall of Thorns - A Spell of Protection

Then round that place there grew a hedge of thorns thicker every year, until at last the whole castle was hidden from view, and nothing of it could be seen but the vane on the roof. […] From time to time many Kings’ sons came and tried to force their way through the hedge; but it was impossible for them to do so, for the thorns held fast together like strong hands, and the young men were caught by them, and not being able to get free, there died a lamentable death.

- The Sleeping Beauty

Intent: To protect one’s home and property.

Ideal Timing: Full Moon, but can be made anytime.


  • Glass Jar with Lid
  • Black Taper Candle
  • Planter Pot & Soil
  • Super Glue
  • Pins & Thorns
  • Duct Tape
  • Herbs: Dill, Basil, Salt, Vinegar, Lemon or Pickle Juice

Load the bottle with the pins, herbs, and just enough of your chosen liquid to fill it about ¾ full. It should be noted that some witches prefer to use urine for their home protection bottles, both for traditional and territorial reasons. This is certainly a viable choice if you are comfortable with it, but if not, then the options listed above will be quite effective.

Seal the top and secure with a strip of duct tape or electrical tape to prevent leaks. Once it is sealed well, begin to attach the flat ends of the thorns to the outside of the bottle using the superglue so that the points face outward. Be very careful not to stick yourself while handling the bottle!

Once all the thorns are in place, light the black candle and drip the wax over the top of the bottle. As the wax falls, hold the image of a thorny protective barrier in your mind and continue to turn the bottle, letting the wax spill down the sides to help hold the thorns in place. Keep dripping the wax until the cap is completely covered and all the thorns have been secured.

Pour some dirt into the planter pot, place the bottle inside, and pour in more dirt until the bottle is covered. Keep the pot somewhere on your property. You can even grow flowers in it, if you like, but it is not recommended that you use it for anything edible.

If you move to a new home, be sure to take the pot with you, or dig up the bottle and take it along; to remove the ward, break the wax seal and empty the contents of the bottle somewhere safe.

-From The Sisters Grimmoire: Spells & Charms For Your Happily Ever After

He comes to visit every night
And in my dreams,
We’re glued back together
Laughing with love
Loving with joy
Together in peace
Instead of apart in pieces

I had prepared myself many times
To face a future without him in it
I just held on to silly hope
That the day would never come

Waking has never been more painful

Ordovician seabed, Zdeněk Burian

You weirdos, you miscreations, you cystoids—named so-unfortunately-yet-so-appropriately—anchored in sand and detritus, mouth on the top and anus on the side, waving too few arms over bodies of deformed geometries—bodies like globs of wax spilled down a candleside, like the embryos of forgotten Platonic solids, like half-planted Lovecraftian rhizomes and bulbs, like toddler doodles looped and scribbled and abandoned on the playroom floor—how is it your breed lasted 100 million years?

Cheap Perfume

Requested by @elliewatermelonlemonheart

Based on Pacify Her by Melanie Martinez

Dedicated to the always lovely @angel-fire

The world comes to an end on Tuesday.

Because its a thawing, blossoming Tuesday in spring when Draco Malfoy pulls a ring from his pocket, bends down on one knee, proposes to the youngest Greengrass sister; and the spectators watch with avid eyes and proscetto slick lips the Malfoy boy in the Malfoy garden with the Malfoy heirloom. They watch and they don’t quite remember that just a year ago he’d been a causality of war.

But Draco Malfoy proposes. Recites a speech about pinks of cheeks and diamond bright eyes, souls meant to be stitched together and something like happiness budding in the sorer parts of his soul.

He proposes, and she says yes, and he can’t quite keep his eyes off the girl entangled in one of the rose bushes; watching the scene with sorrowful eyes and a flat line mouth.

The world ends on a Tuesday.

But it doesn’t quite stop spinning.


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More eggs!

Dipper and Mabel’s turned out…OK. I was struggling with what to do with the center stripe, and I’m not crazy about that part, but I like each half of the egg.

Cave!Bill egg had a lot of unfortunate wax spills, and it was hard to see what I was doing at some points, but it was fun!

And then colorful!Bill was fun and relatively quick…and then I was almost done taking the wax off of it and dropped it. -_- at least I can make it again without loosing too much time.

"Get your shit together" curse

I have a coworker that keeps trying to throw me under the bus for their mistakes and I’m sick of it. So I wrote this.

What you’ll need:
• piece of paper
• a pen, black or red ink preferably
• black candle
• knife
• graveyard dirt
• wire or twine

Use the knife to carve your targets name onto the candle. On the piece of paper, write:

For your mistakes,
You’ll blame me not,
Or your repute
Will start to rot.

Place the candle on top of the words you’ve just written. Sprinkle graveyard dirt around the candle in a circle. Let the candle burn down, allowing wax to spill onto the paper. When the flame is out, angrily fold and crumple the paper up, keeping the candle wax and dirt inside. Wrap the paper in wire or twine and tie it tight. Bury it or throw it away.

Wizarding Chanukah Headcanons

From a collection of posts about Jewish wizarding headcanons (let me know if you want yours taken down or redacted differently).

Wizard menorahs never spill dripped wax and stay lit much longer than muggle/NoMaj menorahs.  Wizard Dreidels send up blue sparks when you spin a gimmel. When kids are still young enough to get a present every night, many Wizarding Jewish parents make the presents appear on the window sill next to the menorah as the candles are being lit. There are several Hanukkah songs that are unique to the Jewish Wizarding tradition, such as “Light of the Dreidel,” which is about a wizard betting for a kiss. - @moghraidhjamie

Wizards light the menorahs using magic, of course:  Incendio to light the shamash, and Wingardium Leviosa to lift it out of its holder and light the other candles.  Sufganiot can be made in midair.  When wizards make latkes, they enchant the potatos to rinse themselves, the vegetable peeler to peel them, and the cheese grater to grate them.  - @starlightomatic

Magical menorahs that light themselves. - @ilandere 

Charmed dreidels that let you win every time. - @weirdest-al

A small magical child, playing with the hanukkah candles before they are lit, can make it so they stayed alight for eight days. and the rest of december.  her parents will eventually have to flush them down the toilet because they won’t go out. - @rhiannonmcgavin

Presents that wrap themselves, dreidels that complain if you don’t spin them well enough, candles that never drip. - @kayla-bird

Enchanted chanukiot that always stay lit. - @transprongs

To light the menorah, wizards draw their wands and float the candles into the it. With the hushed whisper of a spell and a prayer, they light up each candle.  Wizards play dreidel with both gelt and chocolate frogs  - @jewish-hermione

Rather than burning in a menorah, the candles levitate above the dinner table. They don’t get too low or drip wax. The middle candle hangs higher then the rest. The shamash. The jelly inside the sufganiot is enchanted so that it doesn’t burn your lip when you bite in. There are lovely golden dreidels that spins themselves across the floor. - @racheltheclumsy

Feel free to add!

Self love Canna-spell

CAUSE YOU’RE AMAZING! *ahem* On to the spell.

Originally posted by novice-heartbreaker


- Cannabis of choice (I’d recommend a sativa for this, but whatever you enjoy or have will work)
- Smoking tool of choice (As always you can sub out for any type of cannabis usage, whatever makes you more comfortable.)
- 3 photos of yourself printed out; a silly one, a laughing/smiling one, and a neutral face one.
- white prayer candle (the tall pillar ones in glass jars, they sell them at the dollar store)
- white ribbon
- your altar space or where ever you prefer to do spell work


- Place all three photos of you on your altar with the white candle behind them
- Set up your smoking piece (pack a bowl or roll your blunt/joint)
- Light the candle
- Begin your smoking session, with each puff you say things you notice in your photos that are nice, that you love, that makes you special. The sparkle in your eye when you’re laughing, how silly you can be, how your hair falls a certain way, how beautiful and amazing you are. Time to boost yourself. 
- Once you’re done smoking blow out the candle and let it cool (so not to spill wax everywhere)
- Wrap the three photos of yourself around the candle and tie on with the white ribbon.
- Keep on your altar space, this is now your self love candle. When you’re feeling down or less than self confident you can light the candle and remember all the nice things you said. 

Remember, you are not the sum of your mistakes, you are not the terrible things you or others say about your, you deserve happiness, you are enough, and you are an amazing person. Please take time to practice self care and self love, it’s very important. Puff puff pass my fellow canna-users.

Brightest blessings

-Your friendly Canna-witch-

anonymous asked:

Do you know about working with fire? Candle magic?? I want to get into candle magic because I feel pulled towards it but I don't really know how to do it or what it entails. I have candles, and potions to anoint them with :3

I do work with candles (even though I’m not suppose to >-> shhhh) all the time! I love them. So the first thing you should know about working with candles is that you need to practice proper fire safety. Fire is dangerous, even if it is from a small candle, I have heard of many witches harming themselves due to accidental neglect.

  • Always tie back your hair if it is longer than your jaw, you don’t want to catch it on fire
  • Keep a bowl of salt or sand near you at all times. Water can work when its just a candle but if you anoint a candle with oils and that catches on fire you DO NOT want to throw water on that. I always keep a bowl of salt near me to throw onto any out of control fire
  • Practice with a window open, if the candle flares or burns something it will help get the smoke out much faster and prevent the fire alarms from going off
  • If you are going to burn something via the candle, place it in a fire safe container to burn, don’t hold it!
  • always burn candles in candle holders, wax is a bitch to clean up 
    • if you do ever spill wax on your clothing or carpet put newspaper over it and use an iron or hair dryer to slowly bring it up out of the carpet/fabric and into the newspaper. it can take a while though sometimes
  • Never leave candles burning when you are not home or in the room. 
  • When anointing candles never anoint the top near the fuse, this can lead to oil fires or flares

Some witch tips for using fire/candle:

  • use color correspondences that go with your intent (you can find plenty on my blog)
  • using scented candles work great when the scents go with your intent!
  • Carve sigils, words or images into candles to let them melt away to activate them
  • You can buy candles cheap at the dollar store or at craft stores like Michael’s in the clarence section
  • tea lights work great for spells too and are very affordable
  • You can make your own candles to customize your spells by matching herbs, scents, oils and colors when making them
  • You can use seashells, acorn caps and other things for fun custom candle holders and to help with your intent
  • Use old candle wax in spells and color magick
  • Use the smoke from an blown out candle for enchanting, cleansing and charming objects
  • White candles are the universal replacement candle. It can be used in place of any scented or colored candles in a pinch
  • charge candles in the sun or moon for added effects
  • Place crystals around a candle to charge it with the crystals’ correspondences to help you with your intent
  • use candles to burn sigils or words on paper to release your intent into the world (do it safely please)

If you want to know anything more specific about candles feel free to send me another ask dear ^-^


How to Render Beeswax

- cover your counters and floors around where you will be working to ensure a quick and easy clean up in case of any wax spill.

- create a double boiler by filling a pot with water and nestling a second pot inside the first. heat the water to a calm boil.

- empty your ‘dirty’ honeycomb from your honey harvest into the second pot and allow it to melt completely, keeping an eye that the wax itself does not begin to boil.

- when the wax is completely melted, remove it from the heat and pour it through a cheesecloth into a cardboard milk carton that you have cut the top off of.

- allow the wax to harden, then rip the carton away from the wax.

- honey will have settled around the wax. save some for your tea and rinse the rest off with cool water in the sink.

- your wax is now clean and ready to be used however you desire! time to make some balms or candles!

Christmas is a time to spend with loved ones but a tweet will have to suffice - Phan One Shot

Summary: Dan and Phil go home to their respective families for Christmas but they suddenly become very active on Twitter, tweeting about random things. Only Dan and Phil are able to read between the lines within every tweet.

Word count: 7.7k

Genre: Holiday fluff

Warnings: Mention of family not accepting you, missing your loved one.

Throughout the story are attached real tweets by Dan and Phil. 

Christmas 2016

When you’re used to be together almost every moment of every day it feels odd to be apart for extended periods of time. Dan and Phil had completely intertwined their lives together, both on a professional and personal level. They never went a day without talking and both of them would feel an odd ache by just being apart from a few hours.

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@frilly-frack (short story prompt with lost reception, an inanimate lover and a glass eye)

Once you’ve seen one hotel, you’ve seen them all. Or so I had thought.

Life as a travelling salesman for a computer software company is lonely, hard work with very little reward. The money’s not great and the price of two failed marriages amounts to more than I was ever willing to pay for my career. But pay it I did. Leaving me a childless, womanless man with not much more than a business card to his name. But I’m good at my job. It’s easy and habits are hard to break in a world where the economy is rapidly plummeting.

Twelve years living the same routine of never having a home that lasts more than a few months, of never waking up in a familiar bed prepares you for a lot of things. It prepares you for a flat tire, a delayed flight, a reservation issue. All these things I had had only to suffer through once. Once being enough for me to learn my lesson. But you know what they say, we never really stop learning.

Phone issues were something I was the master of. My battery was always charged, contract always paid, money kept in the glove compartment of my car in case I was forced to use a payphone. Like any modern man, my life was on my phone and I made sure I was in control of every aspect of both. But just like I can’t control how every year I get older, I couldn’t control the mobile towers cutting out on the night of November 10th. A city wide black out robbed buildings of light and left me effectively stranded on the side of the road a fair few miles out.

I had been on my way to the airport but knew there would be no flights taking off that night. Briefly I considered driving back to the city but without the glow of lights on the horizon I was too disorientated to make the attempt. I thought about sleeping in my car until the sun rose and then formulate some sort of plan but the threat of possible looters taking advantage of the blind night quickly banished that idea. In the end I decided to search for nearby hotels or even motels but the loss of reception had also knocked out my data connection.

I was stranded.

I blew out a frustrated breath and threw myself back into my car seat as I tried to consider my rapidly depleting options. Nothing came to mind and I was just about to risk the night in my backseat when a discoloured shape on the horizon caught my eye. The longer I stared the more I was able to make out the shape to be a darkened building. Large enough to be a hotel but even if it wasn’t I thought I could maybe convince them to give me shelter for the night.

When I finally pulled up into the parking lot of the place I saw it was in fact a non description hotel. Just like any I had ever stayed in before but currently it was my favourite considering my circumstances. Thanking whatever power had decided to give me a break, I got out of my car and walked over to the hotel’s entrance. It surprised me that the doors were closed and made of wood. Most modern hotels either have glass doors or constantly leave them open to give off a welcoming atmosphere.

Shaking off the shiver that ran through me at the sight of the solid object I placed my palm flat and pushed. The door didn’t open. I tried again. I was met with nothing but resistance. With a puzzled frown I rapped on the door with my knuckles, wondering if anyone would even be able to hear me through the thick wood. Someone did for a few moments later a short, bald man with a glass eye opened the door.

“Evenin,’” I tried to greet him as politely as I could but my voice just seemed to twist his age lined face more. I focused my gaze on his non artifical eye so I wouldn’t appear rude. “Do you have any vacancies?”

“No but we have rooms,” he informed me, his voice deep and slow.

“Oh,” I let out, a little confused by what that meant. “Are you taking people in?” I tried again. “You see, I’m kind of stranded and was wondering if it would be possible to pay for a room for the night?”

“New people are always welcome,” the man said but the tone of his voice didn’t match his words.He stepped back and pulled the door open further. “Come in.”

“Thank you?” I said, my appreciation rising into a question at the bizarre situation.

Regardless of my unease I stepped inside and was greeted by nothing but darkness. I could tell the lobby was vast by the way my steps echoed but I couldn’t see anything without any light.

“This way,” the man’s voice beckoned me from a way’s off and I tried to follow it as best I could.

“I’m sorry, excuse me,” I apologised when I collided with someone walking past me, my arm just brushing their skin where I couldn’t see. They said nothing but must have continued to walk past me as I stumbled on, my own footsteps too heavy to hear theirs.

I felt as if I was making no progress and was about to call out to the man when the woosh of a match stick being lit caught my attention. I turned my head just in time to see the man’s pointed face being illuminated as he lit a candle. The small flame danced inside his glass eye, the simple sight making his whole appearance seem artifical.

“Prepared for a black out, I see,” I smiled at him when I approached.

“What black out?” he returned.

“The one…never mind.” I waved it off and waited for an uncomfortably long moment before the man spoke again.

“The room is on the first floor.”

Without giving me time to respond the man shuffled towards what I assumed were stairs, not slowing down to give me time to get my bearings. I nearly fell behind a few times and was only able to keep up by throwing away dignity to use both my hands and feet to feel out the stairs. The man stopped at the first door at the top of the stairs, not retrieving a key but merely pushing it open.

“Do you leave empty rooms open?” I asked.

He turned to me. “Don’t lock any of the doors. Why? You got something to hide?”

“Um, no,” I answered unconvincingly even though it was true but the man seemed satisfied enough as he walked into the room.

Again I couldn’t see much until the man went around and used his candle to light the sconces attached to the walls. With each light a new piece of the room was revealed, slotting together like a familiar jigsaw. There was a wardrobe, TV set upon a dresser, another door that led to a small bathroom, a queen sized bed and…a woman stood in the corner. It took a few moments for me to realise the woman wasn’t moving.

I wasn’t sure how to address the issue but the man caught me staring. “Ah, don’t mind her. She ain’t going to bother you.”

“Is she…a sculpture or something?”

“Or something.” He shrugged as he went about fluffing the thin bed pillows. “The owner of the place thinks himself something of an artist and he uses the rooms to store his projects.”

“Right.” At least it explained what he meant by not having vacancies but I was a little too disturbed by how realistic the woman looked to find the joke funny. I had to admit, the sculpture or whatever it was truly was a work of art.

The figure of the woman was slim but ample in a red summer dress that left both her slender arms and legs bare. Her long black hair was too glossy to be real but it tumbled beautifully down her back, nearly to her hips. Full red lips were slightly parted to reveal a glimpse of straight white teeth. Her eyes were deep blue, large and more inviting than the human being who was currently my host. More real than even his glass eye.

I couldn’t stop staring at her. Unease melting into admiration. She was possibly the prettiest thing I had ever seen and I am ashamed to say the most attractive. I shook my head and returned my attention to the man. It had been sometime since I had been with a woman but I refused to be turned on by an inanimate object.

“No touching,” he said.

I blanched. “I wasn’t-”

“No touching,” he cut me off.

“Okay,” I nodded, suddenly just wanting to shower and fall into bed. “What are the breakfast options?”

“Don’t worry about that,” he told me, walking over to the door and shutting it behind him without another word.

The whole night was beginning to feel very surreal and I just decided the quicker I could forget and move on the next day the better. The first step in doing that was washing away the hours of travelling from the day before. Surprisingly the shower worked pleasantly and it wasn’t long before I was washed, striped to my underwear and tucked between the thin sheet and hard mattress of the hotel bed.

Since I was a child I have never been able to sleep in complete darkness meaning I left one of the sconces lit. However the light turned out to be more of a distraction than a comfort as it was the one placed on the wall behind the sculpture of the woman. Mostly because I had still been a little too freaked out to approach her.

Sleep wouldn’t come and I found myself lying on my side, watching how the flame flickered across the sculpture’s waxen skin. I could feel myself become more restless and sleep deprivation caused me to give in to my urge to just touch her. Even knowing I shouldn’t I just wanted to see if her skin would feel as soft as it looked it should even if I knew it couldn’t.

Upon shaky legs I approached the sculpture as if it could flee. When we were inches apart I let the back of my hand trail across the cold and unyielding cheek, the simple contact sending a shiver through my body. My hand continued down the long throat to the neckline of the dress, pausing briefly on one of the breasts before finally landing to rest on her hip. Desire suddenly caused through me and I ignored the rational part of my mind that told me I shouldn’t press my body against the sculpture. My other hand clutched her waist as my lips hovered over hers. It was wrong and unnatural. I knew it was but I was alone and no one would know. Just a kiss. One kiss would help me sleep.

A moan slipped from me as I connected our lips, my grip tightening as humiliating arousal pumped through me. I let my tongue lightly flicker over her lips but was startled into freezing when I heard a whimper that was not my own. My eyes opened and were met with the shaking blue irises of the sculpture.

I yelped and stumbled back but her whimpers turned into muffled wails as her eyes continued to tremble. Horror replaced arousal and I bolted from the room, tumbling down the stairs until I practically fell to my knees on the hard marble floor of the lobby.

Light suddenly blinded me as power flooded back into the building, the shapes of the room blurring together until I was able to focus. My eyes landed on a multitude of unmoving people. All frozen in various mockeries of life. Men, woman, children all filling the large space. All their eyes moving to me with a pleading desperation.

Before I could even save myself a sharp scratch pieced my neck and I fell the rest of the way to the floor, only just managing to turn and land on my back. My limbs wouldn’t obey instruction and I was struck with the sickening realisation that I was paralysed.

The man stood above me with an empty syringe in his hand and a twisted grin on his face. His glass eye reflecting my pathetic position. Seeming to swirl with the life he was about to rob me of.

“Leaving so soon?” he asked me but I couldn’t move my lips. Could only groan in panic like those around me. All the previous visitors to this hotel who never left. “Oh trust me. After tonight you just won’t be able to.”

With my life as a loner no one came looking for me when I disappeared. I’m not sure what the company thought but they must have soon replaced me. There was no one to miss me and no one to find me. I’d spent my whole life on the move. Constantly travelling just waiting for that day when I could finally stop. Well, now I have. I’ve found the one place I’ll never be able to be apart from. Watching time pass and more unfortunate bodies join our hotel California.

~ from the mind of my alter-ego Sophia Sparks