What it Took to Realize & Voodoo


Well, I finally did it.

Many-a-years in the making and I published What it Took to Realize/ Voodoo in paperback and for kindle thanks to Createspace and Amazon’s wonderful self-publishing programs.

Please check it out, inspired of course by Alexz Johnson and her amazing song Voodoo.


What It Took To Realize
Morgan never really fit in at school. Besides her abnormalities due to the fact that she was half-human half-mermaid, she was the school’s biggest outcast. Her number one tormenter being the head cheerleader and a pixie. Other than being a mermaid who lives with her water-nymph guardian and trying to keep it a secret in a school of mortals and mythical creatures, she lead a pretty uneventful life. That is until Leroy, the school’s hot new quarterback and vampire, asks her out on a date. Suddenly life is becoming more complicated and all the new events in her life raise up old questions like: Who are her parents? Where did she really come from? What’s up with the nightmares? And why is the new girl, Emmaline, being so friendly?

She is immediately drawn to Morgan the moment she sees her reflection in the review mirror of her Volkswagen Beetle. “Voodoo” by Alexz Johnson was playing over her radio, and if not for Ginger’s whining, it would have been a movie-made moment. Emmaline doesn’t think much of it the first time “Voodoo” begins to take control of her stereo, but when she begins to hear the song every time Morgan is around, she knows it’s no mistake. Pretty soon she learns her and Morgan are destined; that she is destined to save Morgan, but how or from what she has no idea. How is she going to save Morgan if she doesn’t know what she’s up against? As she gets closer to Morgan will she be able to control the desires to be with her?



I am here to tell you a story

Of how I became to be

A tale so outrageous

That you may not believe me

But trust me that every word is true

Because I was once a skeptic like you.

Well it started like this

I was born just an average human

And over a series of crazy events

I became a hybrid.

The day was like any other

Just hanging out with my best friends

When they came up with this idea

(The catalyst)

To try a spell

That would change our lives

That would allow us to become


We knew such a spell did not exist

But she persisted

So we gave in.

Under the full moon

In her pool

We chanted the words

Into the night, so cool.

Once we were done

We opened our eyes

And looked down

Without a surprise

Our legs were still legs

No scales or fins

We were just a few foolish girls

Who thought they could become fish.

Well little did I know

That was my first mistake

Not truly believing in the power of magic.

The days went by in a blur

Not noticing the change occur

The subtle desire for salt

Or the bathtub littered with scales.

It hadn’t even been one full moon cycle

When the next even took place

I was at the club

Dancing my worries away.

He came up with a devilish grin

And I let him take my hand

His dark eyes glistened mischievous

His crimson lips, smiling

As he pulled me off the dance floor

And into his arms

My heart racing,

An effect of his mysterious charm.

He kissed my neck

His tongue surveying my flesh

When I felt the lightest pinch

Tremble in my skin.

The strobe lights went black

I could feel myself falling

Not quite sure where I would land.

I awoke to someone calling

Out my name

My head felt heavy

As I awake from my daze

With a hand on my forehead

And my eyes squinted

I saw my friend kneeling

Before me.

She sighed in relief

When I opened my eyes

I still couldn’t remember a thing

So I asked her why.

She replied with a shrug

And gave me her hand

To help me up

We were in an ally

Next to the trash

I rubbed on my neck

Where I felt something resembling a rash.

I figured I could put ointment on it

And that I’d be OK

Little did I know

That was my second mistake.

The rash seemed to spread

Into my veins

Making them pulse red

In the light of the day.

The headaches began

Along with the stomach pains

The change was coming quick

And there was nothing I could do to stop it

I spent most of the following days inside

In the dark

Not daring to leave my room

Not for anyone.

Until my mother asked a favor of me

One I did not refuse

Because I didn’t want to be silly

Here I present to you

Mistake number three

The clincher if you will

To this ridiculous story.

Berry picking I went

With a hooded cape

And wooden basket.

Protected from the light

-Yet not-

I could feel the rays of sun

So hot.

Penetrating the thick fabric

I wore.

Ignoring the pain

I followed the path

Until I reached the right spot.

I bent on my knees

And picked as fast as I could

Anything to get back inside my room

Through the fabric of my hood

I could not hear

The danger a-foot.

They came from nowhere

With a mighty roar

Tearing through my clothes

With teeth like razors.

I screamed and kicked

But they got my skin

Revealing dark red blood that glistened.

At last I tore myself free

And it seemed at first

That they were looking confused at me.

I scooped up my basket

And ran away

Looking back

To see the wolf staring back at me.

I slammed the front door with a thud

Dropped the berries

And continued to run.

I cleaned my wounds

But did not expect

To find nothing but healthy skin

Under the bloody mess.

Now is when I began to see

Something was terribly wrong with me.

What girl is self-healing

And burns in the sun?

Who else craves salt water

So much?

The next full moon was fast approaching

And the change progressed

Everyday I felt different

Everyday I felt human a little bit less.

On that night

My body hurt so bad I couldn’t move

At least,

Not when I wanted to.

The moon overhead

Let off a deceitful glow

And the after-effects began to show.

My body was drenched in sweat

As I tried to transform

But it wasn’t sure what to do

With all the viruses that swarmed

Through my veins

Each turning into something else


Fur grew from my pores

And scales sprouted on my legs.

My teeth elongated into fangs

And I developed a strong desire

For flesh.

And the night carried on like that

In a state of in-between

Between beasts and humanity.

My body trembled uncontrollably

Until the night’s end

When I stayed in bed

Too exhausted to move

Too traumatized

To close my eyes.

From that night on

They symptoms were more intense

More immediate.

It took me a few moon cycles

To control them

The other sides of me

That lied within

Just under the surface

Ready to take over

At any given moment.

The mermaid

The vampire

The werewolf

All trapped inside this body

All apart of me.

So that is my story

Of how I became to be

Of how the magic

And venom

Mixed like toxic inside of me

To create a being

That should not exist

An abomination

A hybrid.

Moon Child


I want to live forever
I want to see the world
But I am just a girl
Poor and alone
With no family of my own
Still I want to live forever
And see the world.

Dear goddess of the moon
Please make my dream come true
I will do what ever you wish
Please help me Miss.

My soul?
I suppose that’s OK
What will I need it for
If I’m going to live for eternity?

My, My, Moon,
You shine so bright.
Your one eye stairs down at me
So full tonight.
Tell me what is this tingly feeling in my skin?
What kind of voodoo are you working with?

My bones feel hollow
As they crack and break
I would call out for help
But I have no one to name
My body feels foreign
In its new shape.

Colors are void
With these new eyes of mine
Miles away I can smell fresh blood
As sweet as wine.
My paws dig into loose dirt
As I travel to a nearby pond
Peaking in I can see the result of my rebirth.

In my reflection I see
A wolf looking back at me.
You take me for a fool?
“If this is what it takes to make my dreams come true
Then so be it!”
I howled to the moon.

This weeks picture it & write inspired this poem as well as a short story ( The Wolf’s Howl)! <—-Check them out ;]

The Wolf’s Howl


The chill night air was still. Not a single sound could be heard except for the howl of a single wolf in the distance. The moon was full. It stared down at me taunting, with its gray glow. I could feel my heart sputter with fear as it lodged itself into my throat. Gripping her cool hand, tight in my own, we ran.

Our feet crunched in the snow beneath our feet.

She stumbled.

I yanked her arm forward. We could not stop. We had to escape the woods. Where one wolf howled, others would follow. Who knew how big their pack was? The mere thought sent a lingering shiver down my spine. The icy air burned my throat and froze my lungs. But I kept moving.

I could see the thinest sliver of light push through thin spaces between the tree trunks. It wouldn’t be much further. I looked back at her, to deliver the good news, when I seen her limping. Had she hurt herself? When? I was tempted to stop, but if we did there wouldn’t be a chance for either of us. Getting out of the woods would be our only hope.

I focused my eyes back to our destination when the feel of her hand in mine began to change. It was softer… Like fur. I stopped then. Slowly, I twisted my neck and looked back at her. Her black hair fell before her face and her shoulders trembled. The hand I held began to shift into something paw like.

I dropped it.

A dark sound escaped her throat. At first I thought it was a sob, but as the sound grew I recognized it for menacing laughter. Her head lifted itself slowly rolling to the side. Her eyes glowed red from behind her bangs as she gleefully laughed to the heavens. I watched in horror as her bones snapped back with a chorus of cracks. I winced at the disfigured being before me, changing.

I could hear the screaming voice inside my head ordering me, begging me to run. But the snow felt like cement encasing my feet inside of it. My heart beat erratically against the walls of my esophagus. I tried to swallow it down. It wouldn’t dislodge.

Before I knew it, she was before me. But not as the girl I thought I knew. But as my enemy. As a wolf. She lifted her snout, covered in white fur as she called to her pack by howling at the moon. I could see her breath curl out of her mouth like blue smoke.

It was over. It was all over.

Another short story inspired by picture it & write. The same picture also inspired my poem Moon Child. Check them out!