The Red Shirt

She walked into the store, and if I could have waved my arms in the air I would have. I watched as she wandered around, touching some things, just glancing at others. She strolled in my direction, and I held my breath as her eyes lit upon me. She smiled softly, and then ran her fingers down my sleeve. Within minutes she had purchased me, and I was on my way home. I wondered who he was, her husband, her boyfriend, just a friend… all I knew for certain was that I now belonged to him. When we arrived home, she tucked me under something else, hiding me from his eyes until she was ready. She handed me to him, and he smiled, then tried me right on. I was a perfect fit. I knew I was where I belonged.

As time passed, I watched as their girls grew up, the boy they took in and made their son wasn’t around as much but I saw the changes in him as well. My lady, and my gentleman had many changes in their lives, and I was so grateful to still be around. My edges frayed, but instead of tearing me into rags, or throwing me out, I spent most of my time in the closet. At least when the youngest daughter wasn’t stealing me to wear… I admit I liked getting out into the light again.

She stopped stealing me from her Dad, and after my seam tore he stopped wearing me as well. No more working in the yard, or the garage. But still they kept me. I watched as he grew older, then got sick. I watched as she worried, and cried. I watched as things got to the point where he wasn’t coming into the room at all anymore, though I could hear his voice if I listened. They no longer slept in the room I could see, though she would come in and get him clothes regularly. If I could have offered my warmth to him I would have, though I was no longer as warm as I once was.

It happened one morning. I heard the sounds of others in the house, and knew he was off to the healing place again. She didn’t come home, not all day, not all night. Others came into the house. They didn’t speak much though, and then they left again. She came home the next morning, with the son, the youngest daughter, and the ex-husband. She was crying. I heard her explaining on the phone. He wouldn’t be coming home again.

It was time. She’d been looking at us all off and on, and it hurt her to see us. I no longer caused her sweet smile, now I was a reason for tears. She and the youngest began pulling us all out of the closet. I was added to a pile to throw into the bin. The youngest run her fingers down my arm, then pulled me, and another one out of the pile putting us to the side. I watched as the eldest, and her youngest, joined my lady as well going through the clothes in the closet, picking what they wanted to keep. The youngest pulled the blue away from me, and handed it to her sister. I saw tears, and a look wanting confirmation that she was getting to keep blue. The youngest held me up, and said “I’ve got the red”, and suddenly I knew. I wasn’t being thrown out, I wasn’t being torn into rags, the youngest was keeping a memory. I was going to a new home.

My left arm has a tear down the lower seam, my wrists are frayed, there’s paint on me in several places, and I’m not nearly as warm as I once was. My lady, and my gentleman have no need of me any longer, but the youngest finds comfort in my arms. So I am home, again.


When the lights go out, and the darkness reigns. I can feel you.

Your touch, your breath hot against my neck,

your cock pressing hard against my ass…


Then morning.

I hear you in the kitchen, until I round the corner.

I hear you run the shower but the tub is dry.

The sounds of you are everywhere

and you’re nowhere to be found.


Evening comes, and I get home from work.

I walk through the door and smell dinner on the go,

I put the takeout on the table.

I watch a movie and the scent of popcorn lingers in the air

I haven’t had popcorn since…

I head to my bed, our bed, and your cologne swirls around me,

taunting me, teasing me, killing me.


Time to turn out the lights.

I miss you.

Miss you

Siara Tyr


The Orphan Killer 2 Bound x Blood Currently in Production
The Orphan Killer 2
Bound x Blood
Currently in Production

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And he waits

A collaboration And he waits

He glides silently through the trees, not a sound to be heard. No footprints left behind to mar the path. He comes up to the house,opens a door that no longer remains, and goes inside.

It’s dark, and she’s late.

She said she’d be here, made him promise he would wait. And so he would. He’d never let her down before,he would not start now.

He stands in the room waiting. She said she’d be there at duskShe couldn’t handle being apart anymore. She needed him.

He’s nervous. He doesn’t know how it will go. Her father hates him, but he loves her, and he will wait.

Photo by Jason Sinner

Photo by Jason Sinner

As he sits in the dark, he reminisces. Remembering the day he met her. They met at church. She came out from services. He was mowing the lawn

He’d never seen anyone so beautiful. And he almost ran over one of the large rocks that lined the flower bed because he couldn’t stop staring at her

She was an angel without wings and she stole his heart before her eyes met his. Within 6 hours he was courting her. Within six weeks he had bought a ring

He was so nervous it took him three tries before he could even get the words out. And when she said yes, her love shining like diamonds in her eyes he knew he’d never be happier.

And then came morning. As he stood on her father’s doorstep, his love screaming and crying in the background. Her father gave him back the ring

“My daughter will not marry beneath her station” he said, slamming the door in his face

It was nearly a month before he saw her again, exiting the church, her hand grasped firmly by her father as he dragged her to the car, her eyes silently pleading for him to rescue her, to save her

He waited until 3 am, and quietly tapped one knuckle lightly on her window. He saw her shadow as she slipped out of bed, the moonlight causing her white cotton nightgown to softly glow. She tiptoed to the window, parted the sheer curtains, pressing her hand against the glass and mouthed

“I’m locked in”

He breathed heavily on the glass, and trailing his fingertip through the fog. Wrote PACK and she smiled and nodded, and mouthed “when.” He breathed again, and wrote 3 AM TOMORROW and melted away, blowing a kiss as he became yet another shadow

The day lasted forever, the minutes ticked like hours. And he waited

Photo by Jason Sinner

Photo by Jason Sinner

When he arrived, expectant and excited. She wasn’t there. But her father was, sitting in a chair from the dining room

His shotgun across his lap

He was devastated when her father told him she was gone, he’d never see her again. The next few months passed in a daze, unknown, unremembered, lost in the memories of her eyes and her smile

Reality came with an unexpected boon. A letter from HER and his heart began to beat again and he could breath.. She begged him to meet her at the old rundown shack on the back quarter of her grandmother’s land.

He drove his dusty pickup along the overgrown trail, turning off his headlights so as not to arouse suspicion. He cringed, his heart pounding as nails dragged across the roof, only to become a branch in the rear-view mirror.

He parked behind the old place, out of view of the house and the road, in his eagerness he was early, and so he grabbed his guitar. Like a talisman against the dark and went inside.

As the sun dips beneath the horizon, the sky ablaze with colour, his anticipation grew. He strained his ear for any sound, his eyes peering out into the shadows. But it is silent, no movement to be seen, not even the songs of the nightbirds to keep him company.

And still he waited.

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Photo by Jason Sinner

He awoke with a start, the sound of footsteps just outside the entry. Dashing to the doorway, a smile on his lips, his heart bursting with joy as he stepped out into the darkness.

It wasn’t her.

Her father stood in the trees, her cousins and uncles at his side and not a one was unarmed. He stopped short, his heels slipping slightly in the dewy leaves. Against his throat, the double barrels of the shotgun rested “I told you she was too good for you, but you just don’t listen.”

He opened his mouth, and it was suddenly filled with the taste of metal and guessed it wasn’t his turn to speak. “I don’t think I can buy you off or convince you to leave. but she’ll think you did.” He tried to step back and collided with a wall of bodies.

He was surrounded. The barrels were removed from his mouth and he abruptly flew as the butt of the weapon smashed against his cheek. He heard a wolf’s cry in the distance, and trembled, fear overtaking him at last. He knew this would not end well.

He glanced up, seeing a shadow cross his vision. The moonlight blocked as the men begin to pummel him. Unable to do more than whisper her name.The lone wolf’s voice the only accompaniment to the grunts of the men surrounding him.

At dawn’s light, the farmhands came upon his body, the last of his life’s blood dying the leaves and ground beneath him, and the last few struggling breaths in his lungs escaping through his lips; Barely a sigh, and her face his final thought. They buried him in the old cellar

A few nights later, inside the rundown shack, a gentle strumming was heard, nearby wolf song providing the melody.

If you looked closely enough you could almost see him walking through the trees to the shack. A shadow darts through the trees, a flash of white, a glimpse of a bare foot, her breath coming in short gasps,as though she’s been running and crying for hours.

She glides to the doorway, her hand resting on the splintered wood. She sees his guitar laying forgotten in the corner and rushes to pick it up, holding it close as though it were him, and weeps. From inside, a rattle, and she turns it over, feeling her ring tumble into her hand

Smiling, she places the ring upon her finger, and wipes the tears from her cheeks. She steps outside into the darkness, walks like a ghost to the drivers side of his pickup and finds the key still in the ignition. She can almost imagine it retains the heat from his hand. She places the guitar beside her on the seat, and turns the key. The engine roaring as the truck drives towards where her family awaits their destiny

The paper the next day told tale of a horrible accident. One of the more prominent families in town nearly wiped out. The only surviving member, a three week old girl.


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Mad Love to our Mad King

What follows are true life tributes to a man that we all adore, for he is special to each and every one of us.  Matt, Happy Birthday Brother.  Enjoy ❤

Matt Farnsworth  Cruel Creator of The Orphan Killer photo by C & C Photography

Matt Farnsworth
Cruel Creator of The Orphan Killer
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 Musing on Madness

A little over a year ago, I met this man. I thought he was eye bursting beautiful, and I still do. He’s mad, off his nut, and his mind is one of the darkest I’ve encountered. While it should frighten me, and does on occasion, I find him fascinating. I could stare all day and just watch the beast behind his eyes work. Now if this seems like a love letter, there is good reason for that. It is.

Get your minds out of the gutter, it’s not like that. Yes, he is handsome, but photographs don’t tell the real story. His eyes are that blue and no camera in existence could do them justice. Nor can it portray the down to earth, and personable guy that he really is. He’s just like everyone else, except he isn’t

I admire Matt Farnsworth, truly.  His spark of madness is more a raging fire, and it bothers me, in a good way. I’m laughing out loud in the dark writing this, because in Dallas when I first had the opportunity to meet Matt and Diane Foster at Twisted Tails, he glared at me, and I deserved it, and it really did scare me. It was wonderful. I sense the smirk…..

Meeting Matt was like, to be all squishy, ew, coming home. To the family I’d known existed all along, and now knew. Okay stop laughing, I mean it! He loves his TOK Family one and all, and it shows with every post, tweet, share and retweet. His madness is immense. And I give thanks.

Creative minds are everywhere. Everyone has a spark, a creature within themselves that will devour if given the chance to escape its confines. Matt’s broke free, his madness ran amok and out of this he created a creature I happen to like. Marcus Miller, The Orphan Killer. This, my friends, is no ordinary psycho, no common HellSpawn. No, this one is mean and brutal and will make you cringe with every swing of his axe. Yeah okay I have a crush on Matt’s Monster. But I’m his Minion, so it’s allowed.

Today is a special day for the man I like to call my Dark King, and my Brother. Brother at heart, Brother in Blood, and I’d happily spill bloodsauce if it brought a smile to those cruel lips

Happy birthday Matt. From me and mine to you, I wish you a wonderfully brutal day.

Mel xo



Dark Wishes from Tortured Soul

Within the dark the light shines. It gives the power to unlock the best of the mind.   On this day the world was given a child, who would become a Dark King,  and from mind of this King, a star was born.
Hail to the King!  Long will he reign down his slashes of pure horror and gore!  May this day bring you the light and happiness from all that stand with you.
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Birthday Wishes for Matt Farnsworth

Another year has passed by

And I hope that you can see

That you’re one year closer

To your fulfilled destiny

That added to your other gifts

Of beauty, talent and charm

Creates an aura of envy to those

Who would give their right arm

To live their lives like you

Babes throw themselves at your feet

Or at other parts of your body

Hoping like hell to share your heat

I need shades just to look at you

Your light is blindingly bright

Your passion burns hot and deep

With a power to set the world alight

And you will with this next movie

When it’s all been said and done

Because we, your fans, know TOK

Is killer in more ways than one

So if you ever need more talent

As an actress I’m a slouch

But this promise I could make you

I’d rock your casting couch 😉


Happy Birthday Matt with much love and respect from Cat Hennebury


Who would have known that Social Media would impact my life in such a way? Not me. About 10 months ago I logged onto Twitter and there they were, the most beautiful set of eyes I had ever seen. Piercing blue pools that captured my heart. Now thanks to them I have the most wonderful family, yes family, and it all started with those eyes….

Eyes as blue as the ocean

A smile that will melt your heart

A genuine caring soul

I was hooked from the start

Sometimes covered in blood

Usually wearing no clothes

Just exactly how he found me

Is something only he knows

See that’s how this all started

On that cold dreary day

A flame was sparked

When I was invited to the slay

Slowly I become addicted

To the madness inside

My love for him grows

Into a beast I can not hide

Some may call him Brother

But I will tell you something

This kind and wonderful man

Will always be my Dark King

Happy Birthday my King, may there many more. To you I am eternally grateful. You have given so much to me, I will never be able to repay. I hope your day is filled with the love you so richly deserve! Happiest of birthdays Matt, forever and always, Diana, aka Madness Addict


An Artist Stands..A Birthday Letter To My King

He stands…Tall..Proud, his essence flows around him. The world sees him. Mesmerizing blue eyes. The kind you do get lost in. Handsome face, no wait, I take that back,  devastatingly handsome face. Wicked smile, the kind you know loves mischief and is all about that every day. The madness, oh yes the madness,  it circles him, engulfs him, cascades all around him like a turbulent waterfall.
This man stands. Women adore him, love him, dream and write stories about being with him. Men adore him, love him and yes want to be with him also.  I see this yes but I also see something else in every picture of those beautiful baby blues. I see a man whose talent, intellect, and heart drove him to be where he is today.

He has a poet’s heart, moving, caring, understanding and the way he treats his fans proves this 100%.  He has a painters eye, one can only look at his artwork and see the depth of his talent and the passion of his mind. His artwork stirs something inside. Gaze upon his creations and you are swept away by beauty and heart.
When I first laid eyes on him, which will be a year this coming Sept. 16, I thought I saw an angel for the first time.  When I followed him and in seconds he followed me back and said Hello…well, I was lost… I was his…That. Is. All. *giggles*. Okay I was wrong about the angel part!!!

Then as the months past and I could see how he treated me and his fans with love , caring and respect. I was in awe, no other celebrity shows that much attention to his fans. Then I watched TOK for the first time. The sheer pleasure I got from watching this I can never put into words. The fear I felt for Marcus, the love I felt for Audrey was something I couldn’t understand at the time. I understand now, I was in Horror Lust and the sheet talent and madness of this man showed through onto celluloid like a raging bull in a China shop.

So yes….I’m lost in those baby blues, I’m in awe of his talent and mind, and yes I love my Brother. My heart fills with love, respect and gratitude when I think of Matt Farnsworth and Diane Foster and the whole TOK Family. My family accepts me, loves me, understands me. You have given my weird heart a home where I can be me and never be told to stop being weird.

Matt,  I just want to say thank you for accepting me, for all the love you show me and us fans. For taking time out of your busy day to talk to us. I want you to know you are amazing and as a fan I will always be there to support and give you as much love and encouragement that my heart can hold.


My love always


My dearest, most BRUTAL brother,

   It has been nearly a year to the day, August 31st, since you followed me on twitter. The moment I saw you, I was forever lost in those baby blue pools of MADNESS of yours. I have been stuck there since, and “prey” to never be found. You came to me during one of the lowest points in my life, lifted me up, gave me a family that I can truly, cruelly, count on. You gave me peace, and hope. Through the madness you possess, and convey, you have shown me the person I am meant to be, and have led me to the love I was meant to have, the family I deserve. The love, loyalty, attention, respect, and affection that you, and our Queen, show to your fans is like no other. Like nothing I ever expected. I thank you, my Dark One, for every moment that your follow on twitter, (only my sixth lol), has given me. All the love, support, encouragement, MADNESS, and BLOODY BRUTALITY you have brought into my life. You, Diane, David, Officer Hunt, Audrey, Marcus, Esper, Donna, Nicky. You have each impacted and changed my life, my world, in the cruelest, most brutiful ways.

Happy Brutal Birthday my forever Dark King, my Best, most BADASS Brother. All my cruelest love and bloodiest kisses to you always!! ❤❤



1 year ago this month I was introduced to the greatness that is our #DarkKing. First thing for me was those piercing eyes. They take hold & don’t let go….draw you in. Then you realize what a creative genius he really is. Absolutely brilliant. That’s what keeps you hooked.  Here’s wishing you the cruelest & most brutal of birthdays my #DarkKing!! Much love!! Amber (@peacham21)


It was a very dark time for me. I was fighting many battles and felt as if I was drowning in an endless sea of despair. Abandoned by some I had come to trust…I felt alone and lost when one night I opened up my computer and there he was, staring at me with eyes of blue infinity that pierced through my soul. A bewitching smile that barely contained the madness I could sense behind it and in time I embraced fully. A heart so large and full of love for all those that follow him. How could I resist this? He saved me that night and many times since…I know he has done the same for many others. His amazing warmth & friendship breathed new life into me…I found a new sense of purpose and a new family to call Mine. It has been a year since that fateful night and my life has been forever changed. What the future holds I cannot say but I do know this… I will always be his Princess and he my Dark King. Happy birthday Matt and let there be many many more to come ❤ ❤

Caro xo  ❤the_twisted_path_group_matt_farnsworth

Celebrating Madness


I’ve been trying to find the right words for the last few days. You know which ones I mean. The words that tell my Dark King, my friend, my brother, just what he means to me and how happy I am to have him in my life. The words to tell him Happy Birthday without having it seem, I don’t know, trite. There will be many people sending him wishes for a happy day, telling him they love him, and how happy they are to know him. And while all of that is valid and I do wish him the happiest of days, and I am blessed to have him in my life, and I do love him more than he knows…. It all seems lacking somehow.

So, how do I tell him that when he puts up his “madness” pictures that I would be ever so willing to go help him in his mischief? Or that when he gives us a photo where he looks annoyed, stern, or even a little pissed that I want to either hide or beat up whoever it is that put that look on his face. Mostly though it’s those smirks and smiles that I can’t explain properly. You see, even when I’m hurting, or sad I can look at one of them and it’s like I can feel him hugging or teasing me. Somehow everything seems to just settle down, and even if he can’t feel me hugging him back, in my mind I am.

So how do I tell him all that he means to me? How thankful I am to his parents for bringing him into this world, and raising him to be the man he is? How much I appreciate everything he does, and for allowing me into his world? I just can’t find the words to say it all. So I guess I’ll simply say;

Happy Birthday my Brother

I love you, I miss you, and thank you

from the bottom of my black little heart.

 Siara ❤



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The Orphan Killer 2 Bound x Blood Currently in Production

The Orphan Killer 2
Bound x Blood
Currently in Production