Mind Trip--New Short Story

Hi guys! I have a really trippy story that's inspired by famous paintings and I thought you guys would like them. An unseen character is traveling though a dream sequence of scenarios that are based off portraits that are well know, they are surrealism. Please enjoy, and I hope you like it! Thanks for your support. P.S. There's no happy ending, no sad ending, it's more of a cryptic story...kind of strange and confusing but I was inspired by mind trips (I haven't took any LSD pills, don't worry. LOL!) 

There once was a woman lying on the ground in a treeless, mostly tawny field, looking up at a gray house on the horizon; a barn and various other small outbuildings are adjacent to the house, the image quickly fades as it now introduces of soft melting pocket watches. a figure as the famous seventeenth-century work in which a painter, thought to be a self-portrait of Vermeer, is depicted with his back to the viewer, in distinctive costume. Next; The viewer finds itself in front of an almost photo-realistic table setting with a slice of ham in the center. The scene is made surreal by the presence of an eye staring back at the viewer from the center of the ham. Terrified; the viewer ran off in a startling matter. Then, the viewer saw a geometric monster type creature and connected to a similar monster. The two creatures appear to be two parts of the same creature so that it appears to be wrestling itself. All over the background and on parts of the monster are boiled beans that look like they are melting. The monster stands on trees and a brown wooden box. The background is a blue sky with clouds, that are darker in some parts and lighter in others.

A nude female figure rises from the back of the head; The woman's mouth is near a thinly clad male crotch, a suggestion that fellatio may take place. The male figure seen only from the waist down has bleeding fresh cuts on his knees. Below the central profile head, on its mouth, is a locust. A swarm of gather on the locust's abdomen, as well as on the prone face. In the landscape below, three other figures are arranged, along with an egg and sparse other features. Two of the characters in the landscape are arranged in such a way as to cast a long single shadow, while the other character is seen hurriedly walking into the distance. The viewer hear something ringing calmly, softly and got a closer look to see where bells float high in the sky. The viewer comes across a horrifying scene: a blood-smeared nude woman, is seen lying on a couch. The assassin of the painting's title, a well-dressed man, stands ready to leave, his coat and hat on a chair next to his bag. He is however delayed by the sound of music, and in an unhurriedly relaxed manner, listens to a gramophone. In the meantime, two men armed with club and net wait in the foyer to ensnare him, whilst three more men also watch from over the balcony.

The viewer turned around but themselves in another horror place. A disembodied face hovering against a barren desert landscape. The face is withered like that of a corpse and wears an expression of misery. In its mouth and eye sockets are identical faces. In their mouths and eyes are more identical faces in a process implied to be infinite. Swarming around the large face are biting serpents. In the lower right corner is a hand print that was left by someone's own hand. Once the viewer panted from that horrible face, they come across Narcissus sitting in a pool, gazing down. Not far away there is a decaying stone figure which corresponds closely to him but is perceived quite differently; as a hand holding up a bulb or egg from which a Narcissus is growing. The viewer tried to get his attention but he didn't get up. After walking away; the viewer saw something strange in the distance as they saw of nearly identical men dressed in dark overcoats and bowler hats, who seem to be drops of heavy rain (or to be floating like helium balloons, though there is no actual indication of motion), against a backdrop of buildings and blue sky. The men are spaced in hexagonal grids facing the viewpoint and receding back in grid layers. 


But that's not all; a man in an overcoat and a bowler hat standing in front of a short wall, beyond which is the sea and a cloudy sky. The man's face is largely obscured by a hovering green apple. However, the man's eyes can be seen peeking over the edge of the apple. Another subtle feature is that the man's left arm appears to bend backwards at the elbow.

Clovis (Female Cover of Emblem3's Chloe)

This is a girl version of Emblem3 song's Chloe, I call it Clovis. I love the song Chloe, once again I was bored with same old songs and decide to find some new ones. Enjoy! Warning! Original song is by Keaton, Drew, and Wesley from Emblem3; All rights belong to them. 

Clovis, I know your brother turns everyone on

But you're the one I want

But you're the one I want, yeah, yeah

Front page magazine

Everybody says that he's a king

But that's you to me

And I just want to let you know that

He likes the flashing lights

I love the way that you like candle light

Stay close by my side

I just want a chance to show that

(but you're the one I want)

If only you could believe in yourself in the way I believe in you

I-I do

(but you're the one I want)

If only you could see all of the beautiful things that I see in you

It's true-oo-oo-oo

Clovis, I know your brother turns everyone on

But, oh, baby, I have no doubt you're the one that I want (ooh-ooh-oo)

You think he's got it all but that don't make him better (ooh-ooh)

You got my heart and that's the only thing that matters

Clovis, I know your brother turns everyone on

But you're the one I want

But you're the one I want, yeah

Fast lanes, limousines

Baby, there can be no guarantees

But if, you're with me, you know I can guarantee that

Cause I'm attracted to your passion,

Be yourself, forget the fashion

Just keep that smile on your face

You and I deserve to be forever ever lasting

If only you could believe in yourself in the way I believe in you

I-I do (but you're the one I want)

If only you could see all of the beautiful things that I see in you

It's true-oo-oo-oo

Clovis, I know your brother turns everyone on

But, oh, baby, I have no doubt you're the one that I want (ooh-ooh-oo)

You think he's got it all but that don't make him better

You got my heart and that's the only thing that matters

Clovis, I know your brother turns everyone on

But you're the one I want, yeah

But you're the one I want, yeah

All you Clovis's,

All you Clovis's

They don't show you love enough (hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo)

All you Clovis's

You should know that you're my diamond in the rough

It's true-oo-oo-oo

Clovis, I know your brother turns everyone on

But, oh, baby, I have no doubt you're the one that I want (ooh-ooh-oo)

You think he's got it all but that don't make him better (ooh-ooh)

You got my heart and that's the only thing that matters

Clovis, I know your brother turns everyone on

But you're the one I want

But you're the one I want, yeah

(ooh-ooh-oo)

Bishonen Sonnets

Tells a story, no it's a poem about a character who's in love with bishonen! She was so crazy that she wrote them in her diary as a poetry book. Check out this enchanted poetry book. 

My name is Missy, you might know me as the diarist from "To Ledger". This is sooo embarrassing to write about bishonen sonnets but I am proud to announce that I'm an anime fan. Like many anime fangirls, I gotta thing for bishonens. What is 'bishonen'? It's Japanese for 'pretty boy'; Shonen is also Japanese for 'boy' but I'm sure most fans have heard of that before. If you think about it, the word 'shojo' is Japanese for 'girl'. If I were a boy, I would have a thing for bishojo, that means 'pretty girl' in Japanese. But alas, I am a girl with a thing for 'bishonen'. 

3 Blue Men 

It's like angels came down from heaven, save me from my own living hell. My heart was scarred and they healed me from all the abuse. Pretty boys like them are made out of angel wings, sweet words, and beauty from above. It's so nice to have someone say such honeyed words to make my heart sing. These boys don't try to use women, they like all girls--despite their age--how sweet! I wish I had them to myself, or one of them. 

Even an angel can have clipped wings, Poor Hundred Nights lost the love of his life. Almost fell into madness 

The Pretty Boy Named Oscar


My dear Ozzy, I understand you love your beloved inspector. But fan girls, like myself, have an obsessive love for your curse-beauty. You hate Fujiko Mine with a passion, the loathe you have her seductive charms, but I don't like how you call her 'pig' or 'pig lady'. The word you say makes me both squirm & tingle in a good way, what word is that? "Spittoon", that is. You call her a 'spitting smoker'? Well, she's not just a 'spittoon'--She's a 'mighty, fine spittoon'. When you knock out that femme fatale; it totally scared me. I love the way you recite a poem in a passionate way, I love the way you sound so hot as you pour red wine over Fujiko's naked body, you mused over your addicting infatuation. The way you lick the red wine off the unconscious Fujiko's lips. How you purred, how you look so much like a girl and you did it so that girls would drool, get aroused, go insane for you. You want your revenge so badly? Give it all you got, pretty boy. 

Stay Tuned--New Stuff Coming Soon!

Hey guys; Sorry about my delay. I have school, many projects, and various other stuff to do so I apologize for not blogging a lot! Here's some story projects that are coming, stay tuned--Katherine Donovan

Spittoon (Originally known as Heart Attack Combat) 

Violet Oni Wars 

The Demon Hunter 

The Bodyguard 

J. Walkman Vendetta: The Windflower Chronicles

Butterfly Anemone 

Not sure when they are coming out, but they will soon! 😄

Some Nights (Eds Cover)

In tribute of Ed Edd n Eddy; I did this cover version--improved actually--of Fun's song "Some Nights", hope you guys like this! 

Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck

Some nights I call it a draw

Some nights I wish that my house would be a castle

Some nights I wish it was a palace

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost

Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh

Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?)

Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?)

Most nights I don't know anymore...

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh,

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?

Why don't we break the rules already?

I was never one to believe the hype

Save that for the black and white

I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked,

But here they come again to jack my style

That's alright (that's alright)

I found a quarter in my bed tonight

It soothes my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am

Oh, who am I? Mmm... Mmm...

Well, some nights I wish that this all would end

'Cause I could use some friends for a change.

And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again

Some nights I always win, I always win...

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost

Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh

Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?)

Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?)

Most nights I don't know... (oh, come on)

So this is it. I sold my soul for this?

Washed my feet of that for this?

I miss my mom and dad for this?

(Come on)

No. When I see stars, when I see, when I see stars, that's all they are

When I hear songs, they sound like this one, so come on.

Oh, come on. Oh, come on. Oh, come on!

Well, that is it guys, that is all - five minutes in and I'm bored again

Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands

This one is not for the folks at home;

Sorry to leave, mom, I had to go

Who the heck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?

My heart is breaking for my brother and the abuse that he call "love"

When I look into my friend's eyes...

Man, you wouldn't believe the most amazing things that can come from...

Some terrible nights... ah... 

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh,

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh

The other night you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about this scam 

I called you up but we'd both agree

It's for the best you didn't listen

It's for the best we get our distance... Oh...

It's for the best you didn't listen

It's for the best we get our distance... Oh...

How to Be a Heartbreaker (Trimens Edition)

From Marina and the Diamonds; This cover is a Trimen version and these hottie heartthrobs will teach MEN like you how to be a heartbreaker, but be gentle and have fun! *winks* Hope you guys like it! ^_^ 

[Verse 1]

Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun,

But baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run

Rule number two, just don't get attached to, 

Somebody you could lose

So le-let me tell you

[Chorus]

This is how to be a heartbreaker

Girls they like a little danger

We'll get her falling for a stranger, a player

Singing I lo-lo-love you

How to be a heartbreaker

Girls they like the look of danger

We'll get her falling for a stranger, a player

Singing I lo-lo-love you

At least I think I do!

Cause I lo-lo-lo-love you.

[Verse 2]

Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek

But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat

Rule number four, gotta be looking pure

Kiss her goodbye at the door and leave her wanting more-more

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Boys, we do, whatever it will take

Cause boys don't want, we don't want our hearts to break

In two, so it's better to be fake

Can't risk losing in love again babe.

Cause I lo-lo-lo-love you.

At least I think I do!

Silent Night (Blue Pegasus Version)

Hey there, homies! This is KatDon again, I wrote a Blue Pegasus version of the Christmas carol "Silent Night". I am not here to bring disgrace to this awesome carol; I got creative because I hear that Ren was known as 'Silent Night' and Eve was 'Holy Night' so I decide to write this version, For Blue Pegaus's Trimens! <3 Enjoy! Silent Night (Blue Pegasus) 

Silent Night

Holy Night

Hundred Night

One Night 

Flying blue unicorn 

Named Pegasus 

Bringing gifts from the heavens 

Of three, pretty elites

Sleep in Pegasus's peace

Sleep in Pegasus's peace