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Mushrooms - Piece 2Ryan had seen five teenagers around his age die. He was once in the same predicament, but now he has found himself alive and living - at least for now.

"Lorena?" he whispered. "Are you okay?" he asked. He always asked, even though most of the time they didn't respond. Many preferred to sit in silence, hating the world, hating him. He could hear her crying. "Lorena, everything will be okay," he lied.

There were two large cages in the room, if they were aquariums, you'd be able to fit one large shark in each. Ryan used to sleep in one and Lorena slept in the other. Ryan had earned the right to stay outside. For all he knew, he was the only on

Mushrooms - Piece 3Mushrooms are feed shit and kept in the dark. Ryan was one of these mushrooms. He returned after a couple of hours with Uncle John. He walked to the back of the basement and Uncle John took a deep look at his artwork. He was very pleased. He left with a couple of paintings in tow.

He later returned with a gift - a flashlight. Ryan was more than happy to receive any kind of gift, but a flashlight would really help him with his artwork. "This better improve your work," Uncle John said as he walked out of the basement. Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!

Ryan smiled as he walked to the back of the basement. "What are you? Like his pet?" Samantha asked with hatred spewing from every word.

He finally had seen her face. She was beautiful, but so were the others. "Idiot, I'm talking to you," she said.

He had a strange urge to draw her face, it grabbed him around his skull. He stared at her as he thought about how he could translate her features t

Mushrooms - Piece 7Ryan's eye was swollen. His leg hurt and it made it hard for him to stand. He decided to sleep instead. Many of his paintings and drawings were missing and scattered on the floor, which was typical. Uncle John always took his best pieces and left the rest, like a pig that only ate caviar. He thought it was strange that the nude he had painted was destroyed and left on the makeshift easel. He had seen Uncle John punch hole in it with his fist. The delicate stretched canvas was torn like the ends of a popped balloon.

"Sorry," she said repeatedly.

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

He didn't know Uncle John would do that to him. He placed his hands on the ba

Mushrooms - Piece 5Samantha's anger had lasted for only a couple of minutes since Uncle John was quick to correct the that kind of behavior.
Fear. Fear was something Uncle John was good at invoking. He never had to open the cage to induce fear. He just needed a little prodding, sometimes with an actual cattle prod. The sparks flew as he tapped the metal bars of the cage. His eyes lit up and spit began to fall down the side of his mouth as he stunned her repeatedly. She tried to reach for it - she wasn't agile or fast enough - but only ended up zapping herself in her hand.
Her eyes even seemed to sweat, Ryan had thought to himself as the blues of the arcing light danced.
She became tired which had made it easy to handcuffed her. He carried her like an old finished up tag doll no one played with and took her upstairs. Ryan had finally finished his mural during

Mushrooms - Piece 4It never took long for the new captive to hate and distrust Ryan. Samantha stayed rolled up on her cot for two days with nothing to say. She even refused to eat any food that was brought for her.
"You need to eat," was the first thing Ryan said to Samantha.
"Why?" she sobbed.
"There are worse things that . . ." Ryan was interrupted.
"Worse things than him!" she screamed.
"No, I meant . . . there are worse things he could do to you," he said which made Samantha recoil back to her bed. Her exterior was already broken and she was now more afraid.
Ryan continued his work on his mural. He was about done. All that was left was a little dirt mound in the corner. "You're actually pretty good," Samantha said.
Ryan simply replied, "Thanks."
"You know, if you help me, I think we can get out of here," she said.
Ryan smiled. They all pretty much followed the same routine but they all had different paces. What Ryan realized that they went trough four different stages. There was the scared phase, the

Mushrooms - Piece 8"Amazing."
"Quite remarkable."
"I've never seen a little girl more frightened," the man who wore a Louie Vuiton fedora said.
The art gallery was not a typical one. The walls were dark and dirty. It was part of the atmosphere at The Dirty Alley Art Gallery.
"It's almost as if these scenes actually happened. You don't torture your models do you?" the man laughed as he admired the girls form. "Amazing. How much?" he asked staring at a drawing of Lorena.
Uncle John stood in the alleyway between the art gallery and a small sandwich shop talking to the owner of the gallery. Two men helped protect the pieces that weren't sold - which weren't many - and placed them into the moving van to be taken back to Uncle John's home.
The owner was a skinny man who always dressed in black like a full-time mime without the makeup. He even held a thin mustache between his upper lip and his nose and balanced it like a pencil. "Another great exhibit. I don't know why you are holding back on p

Mushrooms - Piece 6"Wow, that is beautiful," Uncle John said.
Like he knows what beautiful is? Ryan thought to himself.
Uncle John stood with his arms crossed. "You know, Ryan. I can't let you go," Uncle John said.
Ryan admired his work, almost in love with it and said, "I know."
Uncle John patted him on the back and Ryan liked it. He felt accomplished, earning Uncle John's approval was difficult.
Samantha waited for Uncle John to leave before she began to talk to Ryan. She was clean. Uncle John had bathed her after he was done with her in his bedroom hours before. "Psst," she said as she began to strip off her clothes. "Paint me," she said.
He couldn't say no, her naked body stood draped in the poor dark lighting. She was beautiful and beauty of this magnitude, must be captured he thought to himself. He caught himself saying the word captured to himself and began to wonder what the difference was between painting her body and what Uncle John was

Mushrooms - Piece 10Ryan sat alone in the dark wondering where Sam was and why she hadn't returned.

His imagination ran wild. Was she dead? Impossible. Was she released? Maybe. Dead? No, that couldn't happen yet.

The door opened and Sam returned. Uncle John placed her in her cage and after a long quite activity of climbing a ladder and changing the light, he let her out. Ryan was devasted.

Uncle John left the basement and Ryan watched as the girl grabbed a gallon of white paint and started to cover the mural.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

She turned around and smiled. "I'm getting out of here."

"No you're not."

Sam just smiled and began to fill

Mushrooms - Piece 11Life in a basement is horrible. With the lack of light and the already apparent dark, evil - shit, its just plain shit - energy, it left your body frail and pale. Uncle John did feed his captives, but they were lucky to get two meals a day. Usually a single meal consisted of cheap burgers and a handful of fries he had picked up picked up for himself but didn't finish. Ryan had already grown weak and his body began to hurt in places he never imagined would hurt. It was if his organs wanted to give it, wanted him to die. He bleed from two different wounds, both from the day before but he was alive.

Sam smiled while

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The floor was firm and cold, the feeling had reminded them of a hospital examination table. Thoughts of pain, needles and death filled their minds. Then the smell swirled into their nostrils - urine and blood; it was if someone had emptied their diseased bladder here.

Jack was the first to awaken, lifting himself with both hands, turning and then, as he got on his knees, he stood among the bodies. He counted. "One, Two, Three . . ." his voice trailed off and when he turned around there was lovely tanned girl staring at him.

It had scared him; perhaps anything at the moment would have jolted him. "Hmph," he sucked in lots of air and his arms

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I've been feeling a bit strange. Is it because I'm in love? Well, so be it.

I am in love with Vanessa Geller.

I'll write more tomorrow. Angela is spending the night.

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It's early and I found time to write. There's something about crude pencil and paper that helps bring out the predator in me. The hunger is back. I don't fully understand what happens to me if I don't kill any green eyed monsters, I'm afraid I'll lose co

Mushrooms - The Final PieceRyan had seen death enter through a person's eye. He had captured it many times in his paintings. There was George who was punched repeatedly until he died. There was a girl named Yasmine or could have been Jasmine. She died only after three days. Uncle John grew tired of her screaming and didn't want to waste capturing it on canvas, so he taped her up and cut her open from the bottom of her stomach up to the center of her breast while he raped her.

The closet held the shattered kids faces immortalized on a stretched linen that was first coated on gesso.

Ryan ran as fast as his trembling feet could take him. He held th

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"Okay, Guys," Angela yelled. "Here's the guest of honor."

Todd stared into the mirror in front of him, watching the door.

The camera was brought to the floor as Angela climbed the the steps and, after a quick moment, returned.

The silhouette was not Angela's. The bound woman was very familiar to Todd.

"Say hello," Angela said. The camera caught the feet of the stranger. There were tight rope around her ankles and, as she was pushed hard over the stairs, she landed hard on the floor. The camera stayed locked on the back of her head.

Todd screamed, "Vanessa!"

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For being a basement, it finally started to feel like home, Ryan thought to himself. He had spent the last two years of his life becoming an artist, while he was kept in the darkness in the bowels of his captor's house.

He wasn't alone. Lorena was about his age, sixteen, but she was still far from trying to make the best of the situation. Ryan didn't blame her.

There were a few positives to living like this and Ryan tried to take advantage with what he had. The basement he was kept in was much bigger than his old room and, more importantly, he was surrounded by all the art supplies he needed. He was currently painting the farthest wall from the stairs into a beautiful blue sky when Lorena returned with Uncle John. It was his best piece of work - his masterpiece.

The locks clicked one by one - there were a total of seven. One light lit the room - it hung, and it swayed. Ryan always became blinded when the door opened, but through that blinding light he could see Lorena's return. She was escorted in and brought to her cage. Uncle John kept all his captives in cages. He only trusted Ryan. Ryan was the only child that had more privileges.

Ryan continued to paint as Uncle John made his way to the wall. "Wow . . . Ryan you have outdone yourself again," Uncle John said as he stared at the wall. "Did you need anymore supplies?" he asked.

"Sir, I am fine. Thank you," Ryan spoke sullenly to his captor.

"Well . . . good work," Uncle John said. Uncle John stared at it for at least a whole minute before he walked back up the steps and out the door. Seven clicks followed.

Lorena moved to her cot and wrapped herself in her blanket. She didn't know that she would probably be dead soon.

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So, I've been busy. I'm writing two novels and "The Horror Suicide Show" is being published by Trestle Press. So expect it to be on Amazon and Kindle in the following months.

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I've just finished the whole thing... Wow. Very powerful. I love this.

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~Shyanne-Kai Jun 6, 2012

This is fantastic. The atmosphere is tense and uneasy, yet I want to know more about their lives here.

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