Rise of the Machines (7)

Rise of the Machines (1), Rise of the Machines (2), Rise of the Machines (3), Rise of the Machines (4), Rise of the Machines (5), Rise of the Machines (6).

Amanda glanced at the twitching housebot. “Nice shot, you must have hit the motherboard.”

Darnell didn’t have time to ask how such a beautiful woman knew what a motherboard was. Amanda motioned for him to follow. A din floated from the kitchen, clanking, whirring, gurgling. Apparently every gadget in the heavily automated space had come to life.

Amanda looked around the corner, then pressed against the wall, nodding at Darnell. “I thought having a kitchen that could make us breakfast in the morning was the best thing ever, not so much anymore. Cover me, I’ll try to take out the drone.”

As soon as she rounded the corner something shiny and sharp glanced her cheek. Darnell didn’t think twice, jumping in front of her. If he died, this was a good way. The drone was hovering the island, lord of machines. Darnell took one shot, blowing a hole in the cabinets, then another, sending the drone spiraling with smoke and sparks.

The silence was deafening. Darnell turned to Amanda, who was holding her bloody cheek. “We better take care of that,” he said, as if he wasn’t just about to shit his pants.

Amanda smiled. “Let’s.”

Machines 5, humans 2.



Twist, like a mountain road

Sloping into oblivion

The fog is creeping up the edges

And I know, you’re forever too broken

Just curl in misery,

Erode under the dark night’s pall,

And never return.


You had me at ‘hello’
We twined together like all ‘goodbyes’
You were out in the waste,
Just lost.
I was in the sky,
Just floating.
The misery of rejection

So take my fingers
(they’ve felt too little)
Guide them over your geography, barren
I’ll take your mouth
(How many words has it not said?)
And give it expression

Rise of the Machines (6)

Rise of the Machines (1), Rise of the Machines (2), Rise of the Machines (3), Rise of the Machines (4), Rise of the Machines (5). (each story section is exactly 200 words)


Darnell turned. “Amanda?” She’d disappeared. Before he could start to worry, the TV flicked on. Numbers appeared on the screen, as if someone was typing in a channel. The twenty-four hour news station appeared, focusing on the white house. President confirmed dead, death toll rising.


PI Ghost 4: Scared yet?

Darnell jumped as Amanda’s hand rested on his arm.

“Here,” she said, biting her plump bottom lip. “You take out the house bot, I’ll get the drone.” She held out a glock. “You can shoot right?”

Darnell swallowed hard. “Of course. Let me take out the drone.”

Amanda shook her head. “I have lots of practice.” She didn’t wait for him to respond, one hand on the knob, gun pointed at the floor.

Darnell mimicked her, gun pointed downwards, finger sliding over the safety. Amanda suddenly looked like a badass Goddess.

She flung the door open, stepped over Tim’s body, leveled, and fired.

Darnell caught a flash of the drone buzzing into the kitchen. The house bot came silently from his left and he just managed to turn and aim into the large hovering chassis. Sparks flew and the recoil pushed him into the wall.

Machines 5, humans 1.


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Tingling, up and down

You are insanity

Working its way up my skin

Transcending my pores

Absorbing into deep layers

Paralyzing muscles


I open my legs


Eyes wild, locked on the sky

That seems so low, touchable

I might just taste it today

Find out how that mesmerizing blue rests in my stomach


I swear, your insanity

Is finally making me sane

Featured – Art and Music Collaboration

Art and music? Does it get any better! Congrats on the feature Carolina Russo!!! Meno<3


Art And Music together can create magic!

Day #9: Ghoul – Screech

Today I am very happy to share that I was “Featured” on the new website and Blog of indie band Rigna.Folk from Germany!

You can read their Feature Blog Post here: Collaborations with two artists from the US and Macedonia

Last November I have collaborated with the Rigna Folk creating a video displaying a selection of my recent paintings having as soundtrack one of their beautiful songs.
If you follow me maybe you remember my Blog post, if you are new you can read it here:

Art Inspiring Magic – Stillness – (Video)

RiGNA.FOLK is a great Indie band from Germany, I love their music and they love my art!
I think is beautiful that we crossed paths!

I dedicated my art to music many times already and I find it to be very inspiring.

You can find…

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Rise of the Machines (5)

Rise of the Machines (1), Rise of the Machines (2), Rise of the Machines (3), Rise of the Machines (4)


Tim all but rolled on the floor laughing at the idea that Darnell’s drone was trying to kill them. “What’s it gonna do, break the door down? Why didn’t it kill us already?”

Darnell didn’t have to answer, Amber snuggled harder against his chest explaining patiently in a muffled voice. “It’s connected to the wifi and our apps.”

As if to prove her point the shower hissed to life and the blinds shuddered, lowering until the room was dim.

“You have an automated shower?” Darnell asked, staring down at the edge of Amber’s face.

She smiled slightly. “When you’re busy with foreplay you don’t really want to twiddle with shower nobs.”

Tim was unconvinced. “I think you’re just a sly bitch. You’ve been eyeing Darnell from the day he moved in.” Tim threw the door open, striding into the living room.


Amber gave a scream, squeezing the living daylights out of Darnell’s ribs. Darnell reached out, slamming the door shut, but not before getting an eyeful of Tim’s gaping bloody throat. Their flying robot assistant whirred and struggled to detach itself from the carnage, knife tool coming out of Tim’s flesh with a sucking sound.

Machines 5, humans 0.


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