She sits alone looking out towards the Sea On a Cliff covered in black rocks and dirt She knows only abandonment and pain She’s a bitter Dream that was forgotten She remembers being a young girl’s friend This girl and her Dream were never apart For many years, they went on adventures For many years, they planned their own futures As time continued on, they grew apart The Dream’s friend, she grew into a woman And focused her attention on herself She gave up on her Dream for easier life This Dream now lost with no place to belong She sits on her Cliff angry and broken Each day grows darker, each day she’s alone She’s a calloused Dream who has no more tears One day she’s approached by an old stranger An old woman who’s more like a Shadow It is her young friend from so long ago She seeks one more chance to follow her Dream Two bitter old souls coming together They leave the Cliff for one last adventure
You ever see A drag queen without makeup
It’s funny how All those men can become More beautiful than any woman
Even straight men Call them beautiful
I think men Are only attracted to The makeup not the person
You shouldn’t have to Paint your face To get someone’s attention
Maybe if men view themselves as beautiful They’ll think everyone else is beautiful
He begins with a clean shave And washes and dries the skin He covers the whole face with foundation Then applies more foundation For highlights Then more foundation for highlighting And shaping the nose He applies contour makeup To go around the face He sets the highlights with powder Then translucent setting powder For the whole face He sets the highlights again He uses a piece of cut cardboard For the contour powder Then more contour to shape the nose Blending and more blending He brushes off the highlight powder
The eyes require the most attention First, he must cover the eyebrows He uses a pressed powder to shape them He applies gel liner to each eye lid He paints the eyeshadow just below the eyebrow Then more eyeshadow; purples and blues Then liquid eyeliner; then the water line He adds more eyeshadow below the eye With false eye lashes, he looks like a she But she’s not finished She uses an eyebrow pencil then A fine tip liner for the hair in the eyebrow She adds blush when finished with the eyes With a lip pencil, she outlines her future mouth It’s larger than the real one She applies lipstick and lip gloss to finish her face She puts on her dress, her nails, her jewelry, her wig She has transformed into a towering goddess
On our next installment of Free eBook Fridays, we have a short collection of short stories, “Dollar Tales From the Morbid Museum: Flash Fiction.” I self-published this collection on June 30, 2018 as an eBook. Today only, until midnight, the eBook is available for a free download. Once a month I offer one of my eBooks for free in the hopes that those who download it will read it and write a review on either Amazon or Goodreads. Reviews are not mandatory, but an honest review will help promote my works and are greatly appreciated. Get your free copy before the promotion ends. Download Here.
The purpose of the Dollar Tales collection is to build up the anticipation for the full paperback collection The Morbid Museum. I publish a couple of stories as an eBook for a dollar and get feedback on the stories. I also have a few stories published in online magazines which are included in the paperback edition. This process has helped me outline and figure out exactly how I want to present all these stories in one collection. Not simply a collection of stories with a similar theme but a story within a story. That’s why I created the idea of the Morbid Museum.
The Morbid Museum is curated by Siris Grim who holds a fascination with death; the prevailing theme of the Morbid Museum. He acts as a kind of narrator between the exhibits and each exhibit has a number of stories. This is a nice little preview of the overall collection. The full book is available in paperback and kindle. Enjoy your free copy.
Visitors to the Morbid Museum seek the dark and twisted corners of the world. They are both terrified and intrigued by the unknown. Tales of killers, monsters, and madmen are curated by the Master of Death, Mr. Siris Grim. Mr. Grim collects the darkness that everyone attempts to hide and displays it within the corridors of his gruesome gallery. Who will be next to purchase a ticket and walk the halls of the Morbid Museum?