Key to the mind

This story has been made to pull from the darkness a truth, one I don't think many can see. Poetry, stories, writes what ever you want to call them are a key in to a persons mind, no I take that back it is more like a bomb strapped to a small frail child. If you know how to detonate it you've made a new place to play in. The only way this is not true is if you're a shell of a human being an it you could say, but worse your pretending to be a writer. None the less this story will be one you will hopefully enjoy. But learn the lesson be careful what you read and who reads what you write.1

Sara age 18 sat in her home nearly sleeping, looking deeply in to her computer. You see Sara is trying to make her living as a writer, and this may be he "Big Break" so to speak. Just one email will tell her whether she can live forever in ink, or flip patties at the greasy fryer. She says to her self in the dark "Why hasn't it come it is 3:00 Am. Oh Damn what if they didn't like the work I sent in. All I can do is wait." Well I guess you can see she has problems very deep problems due to abandonment, lack of self-esteem. She never let it bother her much but at times that could not be done.Thus her current mental state. And so she sat and sat until the computer made a sound saying "you've got mail" She sprung up partly in fright partly in happiness. Her hands scrambled to the mouse and opened the file with amazing speed for one who has been awake for 23 hours. The email read as so....2

Dear, Sara3

We are happy to say that we enjoyed your work and will gladly publish it. But we must get through one formality, we must send a critic so to say, over to your home to read and ask questions about your entire body of work. He will be over the day after you respond to this letter. He is our best man Randal P. Hades. Do be ready for his visit the hole plan for your contract rides in what he thinks. Good day to you maim. 4

East Coast Publishing.5

As you can guess she sent back in seconds telling them that she would be glad to have him her home. Her mind ran with Ideas visions of fame fortune and they were so close she could touch them. In all this something became clear to her, home was a mess. Cans bottles of vodka every where "My god this place is a massive pile of junk."  She scrambled through her home throwing things away like a storm until her home was fit for a king. It was 6:30 Am by that time she was walking as though she was dead. She slept till 5:30 that evening, knowing her company would soon be there she jumped in to action so to say, washing up and putting on some of her best clothing, and of course she pull out her body of work which she held in a large box with the words private stamped on it in large red ink letters. Soon all things in her world will be going up hill to a peak, her hope soared on high. There was a knock on the door so soft as not to bother her. But it come to her ears and she ran to the door, and there was a man in solid black. But more importantly she saw his eyes glowing a blue manna blue that would make a baby cry and grown me step back in fear. "Well hello madam I am Randal Pluto Hades. May I come in." She moved him in to her home and showed him to the table were she kept the box of her work. He sat down looking at the box and then looking Sara in the eye. "Sir do you want anything to drink? Or ....or anything." The looking his eyes made her think of tears and her childhood what a painful memory. "No... No just sit down and we can start." She sat as she watched him look through the box and pick out a few. Ones she knew were very personal. He scanned through them with unblinking eyes and smiled looking her in the face once more. "Hmm interesting poem Sara this one called Nothing is real. Tell me who is this person whom is called the only one who ever cared for you?" Sara was stunned and almost in tears from the question and the look in his eyes, she answer with a quivering voice telling of the pain that one person made her feel. Question after question burning her mind for at least an hour, and he showed no sign of stopping or caring that a tear rolled slowly down her cheek. At 9:00 Pm he left her home she sat in her chair crying like a young girl. All this pain her own work a given her all this pain she felt alone with the exception of to glowing blue orbs. She made a noose that was it death came to her smiling. And in a dark flame Hades stood in front of her body "Silly girl hahahaha!" That sound ran though the night 6

The key killed her a personal key made by her own hands....7

THE END8