Available stories

I am hoping that I will have a press release set out for the short stories....and the mini collection. Yes, finally I got them accomplished...and it did take... almost pulling Tim's teeth out in help with editing, but he finally did....and well I was able to publish.  He wanted to do it the hard way by reviewing a PDF and then adding his notes...I told him to go instead...

Click on a picture and go buy a copy.....available on Amazon Kindle.  You can also download the app for your Android, PC, I-Phone or MAC.....

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 And now available the mini-collection of Dementia....or Tales of Dementia Vol. 1

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 Thank you so much and I appreciate your patronage.....and I will try to get more stories out.....this year...

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Dark Goddess

Stare at my ashen dead skin

Observe my hands smoldering your soul

Killing joy through lustful yearning

Make your bed and die in it

The woman to stare you in the eye

Violating your sensitive essence

Breaking apart your inner workings

Bringing you nearer to your Goddess

Consumed with dominating hatred

Assisting you to become some one else

Ripping your essence apart from within

Bringing you closer to your Goddess

Bringing you to your knees, you worship

Lifeless pale skin wanting to touch

Enjoying every moment of my presence

Feeding your consuming hatred

Call my name when you're happy

Bringing misery, torment and pain

Shouting for deliverance from life

Bringing you closer to the pain you seek

Releasing your pain in to the night

Bringing malice to those that deserve

Killing those Gods of your past

Breaking the hearts of loved ones

Fueling hatred to every living thing

Begging for relief from your torment

Selling your soul to your dark mistress

Ashen sinister Goddess of desolation

Releasing you from your confusion

Bringing you closer to your dark Goddess

You can find this poem and others in:

Illuminations of the Soul/

Obscurities of the Heart

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz writer~

Finding your voice

I was going to do a reverse engineer, but as it daunted on me.  There has been many conversations with different stages of writers that all have one thing in common....DOUBT!!
We all have heroes that we look up.  Either it be Stephen King, Clive Barker, or any other multitude of  authors, directors, Batman or what ever is your hero of choice. Yet some people try to be stupid little candle of what they are.  It doesn't matter how much you ask them a question....it's always the same.
I admire this person and I like this and that.  Yet it isn't who they are.  If you force something out of you.  It's not your voice.  You are trying to hard to be something that you are not.
Take it from me.
When I fell from what I call my own grace...from what I thought was this surreal version of what my life should have been.  I had my voice.  Till it was taken away.  For a long while, I tried to find my own voice by trying to mimic others.
Yet that isn't who I was.  It did take a special person to help me, even though I fought him.. Thinking he didn't know me well enough, but the problem wasn't him, but me.  I didn't believe in my own voice as a person and as a writer.
We as a writer don't need others to help find our voices.  We need to find it ourselves.  The first step in becoming the writer, director, producer, super villain, hero or what ever we want to become....we need to find our voice.
So how do we find it?? Search your soul.  If you can't write gore...it's because you probably you are not meant to.  Don't fight it.  I know my voice and it's a pretty scary one.  I can write with own voice, it took years to find it. 
The first step in becoming that unstoppable artist that lies within you is to find your own voice.  Yes, you can people you look up to, but remember that they are nothing but inspiration.  Don't be like them.  You can't be them.  WHY??? Because you are you!!  Not them.  You're voice is unique...and maybe someone will compare you to someone, but don't strive to be anyone but you.
Sit
Soul search
Write some pieces till you find what you would sound like.
Be yourself

Find your voice is not as easy as it may sound until you stop being other people and start being you.



Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Clowny Terror

I know embracing my demented humor and dislike for clowns has to be worked for something.  So I created this demented, but funny short-short script that will be filmed based on a joking conversation with Chris Warner.  I know one night during our long conversations that made me wish for a clown to come up and scare the crap out of him but in a way that would also make people laugh.
Yes, I'm fucked in the head for even thinking such shit.  Yet again...Chris would really need some sort of Clown to come up and scare the shit out of him.  It could happen with a little cinematic magic.  But I'm pleased with the little short-short and hell It would be nice as a short in a DVD in the start of the movie of in a section. Besides there is tons of film fests that allow for short-shorts....

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Loving Words

I woke up with the sun in my face

A laughter embedded in my heart

Thinking of your sweet tender words

Echoing through out my entire being

Loving words that are whispered

Master artist creating his masterpiece

Sweet romantic words of love

Pour forth on to your canvas of affection

Simple delicate words that are created

Forming ever so loving in to sentences

Being released from your tender lips

Falling gracefully unto dainty ears

A smile forms on my precious face

With thoughts of you in my head

Loving words you express so freely

Holding tenderly my frail heart

Speaking in a language that love can hear

Spoken words through the heart are told

Opening your soul to let the light shine

Engulfing me in your loving words

Delicate tears fall from my beautiful eyes

Showered with your love and affection

Flowing through a poets’ poem to my heart

Hearing them fly through on butterfly wings

You can find this poem and others:

Illuminations of the Soul/

Obscurities of the Heart

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Missing Piece

I miss the feel of your tender lips

Feel of your heart against my soul

The essence of happiness you gave

I miss having you in my life, darling

This tiny little poem, is something most people feel when they are truly missing someone.

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Puppet Master

Carved out your life before you knew

Pulled your strings to make you move

Laughed when you were crying

Enraged when you were happy

Pulling your strings and dance for me

Your hated puppet master

Swing joyfully as I warp your strings

Breathing life in to your every move

Your hated puppet master

Dance your soul away for me

Little remorse for what I have

Get me bored and I'll cut you short

Could I be death or your redemption?

Your hated puppet master

Snipping your life threads down to none

Casting your limp carcass aside

Many more to have fun with

So easy to cast you aside

Your hated puppet master

Has come to play with you..........

This image is not my own.
You can find this poem and others:

Illuminations of the Soul/

Obscurities of the Heart

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Devil Cat: Author's Note

Devil cat is based on this hilarious story told to me by my aunt. Granted they have no idea in why the cat lost her mind to attack their friend, but in a story that is a fucking twisted tale...I transformed the cat into a Siamese cat.  I had a Siamese cat and man, was that little fucker mean.  Granted kitty was nice to me, but to everyone else...it was an evil fucker.
Granted, like the rest of my stories...it is fucked up.  Yet, this twisted tale does have a happy ending and you can say that I was thinking of Gerry as I wrote the ending.  Yes, to those that know-Gerry, my first serious relationship was the worst thing that could ever happen to me...and yet taught me a lot about myself.  I guess using him as a majority of my male deaths is really therapeutic.
Granted that is all I am going to say on this author's note...lol.  And yes, I'm disturbed and demented



Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Dementia: Twisted Tales

I know in the last few years of my life-I have been writing here and there.  For a while it was almost a stand still and found myself struggling to write something.  It didn't help that my relationships were screwed up...like Eric throwing something at my head and hitting my monitor.  My entire life seemed like a fucking twisted tale.  So...I kept trying to bit piece shit.  Yet, I kept remembering one thing...and it was true...writing made me happy.  I was able to put all my hurt, fears into paper.
I know I am great with words, but I was horrible in describing my real feelings to people.  For a long while-I realized that...no matter how well I could tell a story...the one thing I was shitty about...was my own life.  So...I guess it is easier to write...than to tell someone how you really feel...the panic attacks get in the way...the thoughts of what they would really think about you...get in the way...and the best to be silent and let them go..or fuck up your own words and say "Fuck it"
Well..my long awaited...collection of short stories...that I have wanted to do since 2006...called Dementia: Twisted Tales is a collection of fucked up nightmares to actual events that I have turned into a surrealistic nightmare.

Dementia: Twisted Tales

• The Devil's Hand
• Revenge of the Spider
• Hidden Caller
• Askew Ball
• The End
• Bug Bites
• Infected
• Road Trip
• Devil Cat
• The Price
• Roommates
• Where's my Beets?
• Expedition

Each story will have two blogs...one about the story and the Author's notes. I happy to say they are nearly completed.


Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

King of Darkness

Demon born from blood and lust entwined

Stare in my eyes and feel the hypnotic urge

Cave in to my charms and sweet melody

Open your blood to my carnal devilish delights

There is none before that will ever be the first

None before will equal to my power and control

Destined to be the greatest, most powerful being

Stare into the darkness of my eternal damnation

Take my hand to the land of death and suffering

Follow the path of despairing screams of the tortured

Enter the realm of the forgotten and unwanted

There you will find me waiting for you

Demon of carnal pleasures to ensnare your mind

Hypnotic beast calling your lustful desires to life

Feel me deep within your eternal damned soul

Source of all evils beyond your wildest dreams

Embrace the darkness as you explore forbidden regions

Allow my black pleasures to touch your fragile mind

Opening your eyes to my demonic hypnotic charms

Hear the melody of the cryptic abyss singing painfully

None shall reign in my region of untold pleasures

Lord of demons beyond the caverns of the abyss

So much to tell of the delights my darkness provides

Cleave your black soul upon the King of Darkness

You can find this poem and others:

Illuminations of the Soul/

Obscurities of the Heart

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Revenge of the Zombie

Shallow pain harbors deep in my chest

Hollow feelings that no longer exist

Memories that seem to be fading away

Primal urges surfacing through out

Fill the void of my eternal being

Keep the silent walls from falling

Want to live with out being erased

Hated by the living for being dead

Desiring the need to feed to stop growing

Hunger driving force over come my senses

Icy fingers clawing your at your warm flesh

Sweet aroma fills my decaying nasal cavity

Warm taste of ripped flesh upon my tongue

Hearing your tormenting screams for help

Not ready to die is the last thoughts you have

So wrong yet it feels incredibly appetizing

This isn't the life I was expecting for myself

To feed on the flesh of those that are living

Soothing blood calming to dead senses

Flowing down once dehydrated throat

Utter sense of loneliness fills this empty vessel

Longing for human companionship once deserved

Finding a mournful path of eternal existence

Though the appetite is surging through out

Dark pleasures are found in taking your life

Seeing you go down before my feet

Life leaving your lips as you join the dead

You will know my eternal pain of damnation

You can find this poem and others:

  Illuminations of the Soul

Obscurities of the Heart

Irenia Guajardo

~Hellz Writer~

Revenge of the Spider: Author's Note

This fucking, sick twisted tale was based on a dream that I had, while working on a script.  I fell asleep at my laptop while my daughter was taking her nap.  I had stayed up for 48-hours straight and was exhausted.  But I somewhere in trying to keep my schedule, I didn't even remember falling asleep.
Of course it was based on actual people that I was renting from.  Which really startled the hell out of me, because it seemed so fucking real and yet it was a dream.  I remember my roommates looking at me with this crazy look as I was just watching them from the couch that I was sitting at.  Finally they asked if I was okay.  Of course I told them, hell no, because that was some realistic dream....except for the Spider having it's revenge.
But I have heard worse shit from friends. Spiders do in fact have taken revenge on people.  So this was a perfect thing.  When I explained my dream to my roommates, they explained about the weird video they took of this spider they killed on video.
Yet, before my dream...I had no knowledge of it.  It was in my dream.  Granted even myself was a bit freaked out by it.  We all went on a spider war path...by buying bug killer and spraying the entire house.  I know I have a fucked up, demented brain...but knowing something that happened in my dream...was strange.  I guess it could be based on an actual event...them killing a big spider on video.
Yet it really does make a nice twisted tale...to share with the world....

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Hidden Caller: Bit Bytes

Here is a little tiny nibble of Hidden Caller, yes, I am very serious about not divulging tooo much information because I want I know there is that Amazon Exclusive...that for 90-days and at least I want people to know about the story, but not the entire thing. it's sort of an appeteaser....
I want you to know wet your palette a little.  Also to let those know that I'm writing.  I'm doing what I love...I'm doing what makes me happy.  Even if that means twisting events that happened into my life into fucked up twisted tales. I think my life has enough horror in it that it really doesn't need monsters or demons, but hell...I think I like the fact reading about monsters and demons are easier to handle than looking into the darkness where the eye can't reach...and seeing that sometimes your own personal hell is worse than anything that you can ever read about.
Granted this is from the second draft.  I am a perfectionist when it comes to my stories...so there will be a lot more detail in it....and it is also a short story..so....

Hidden Caller:

It had been hours since the candles in Debra Myers room had gone out from her three dragon scones that hung neatly over her bed.  Debra’s eyes fluttered as she awoken from her slumber.  She never liked her room being dark.  Especially with having the backdoor in her bedroom, the layout to her room seemed a bit strange compared to the average apartment. 

It was the law that every apartment needed to have two entrance/exists to every apartment.  The only perk to the apartment was the beautiful view of the lake.  Despite her better judgment, she took the apartment.  It was the only place that didn’t offer a credit check and with her trying to restart her broken life, she took the place. 

Debra sat up in bed trying to adjust to the darkness.  She reached over to her nightstand and reached for the bottle of pills that was prescribed to her doctor.  They were suppose to help her sleep through the night, but they were not working.  She took a deep breath as her hands fumbled the bottle of pills.  The questions of “what if” ran through her head.

Again this is all you get....for now....

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Succubus

I am the woman that haunts your dreams

Ready and willing to steal your soul

Looking at me in my beautiful form

Casting aside what you have beside you

Let me in your mind and your dreams

Allow me the opportune moment to strike

You know you want to cave in to the feeling

Temptation is in your sight to witness

A lovely form as gorgeous as can be

Your lustful intentions are beginning to show

The will to fight the urge has fled your body

Temptation has finally set into your blood

My hour to strike is near at hand

You should have stayed with your love

A cheating heart has just one price to pay

Death at the hands of a Succubus

You can find this poem and others:

 Illuminations of the Soul

Obscurities of the Heart

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Hidden Caller: Author's Note

My short story Hidden Caller  was based on some strange events that happened in my strange little apartment.  It was a weird night and after a long, hard day at work...I got a strange series of Restricted/Hidden Caller calls.  It wasn't your normal prank caller, because they had some eerie shit going on in the background.  Joanne was my neighbor and like in my story...we were able to walk over to each other's apartment.
Of course I was suffering severe depression and the doctor I was seeing...was just prescribing me shit that had severe reactions to my system.  So Joanne would make sure...the damn quack didn't kill me. I walked over there and told her about the strange phone calls, she told me to turn off my phone and let it be.  Granted...my mind was already whirring from the shit on the phone mixed with the fucking medication.  I never went back to my bedroom but slept in the living room.
In the story of course it is best to tweak it.  Take a strange event from a bad point in my life and make it fucked up with no happy ending.  Granted, I'm very grateful for every fucked moment that I can turn and twist into a fucked up Twisted Tale that I can share with the world. 

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Revenge of the Spider: Bit Bytes

Working on short stories and here is a little bit byte, even though these stories will be posted in a book together.  But they will be sold separately as well. 

This is a 2nd draft of the story, I felt it would be nice to let those a chance to read a snipit:

 Revenge of the Spider

The light shone through the window above the shower illuminating the small-shared bathroom.  The door on the left opened as Tavo walks in half asleep.  Tavo scratches the back of his head as he lets out a big yawn.  He looks over and notices the connecting bedroom door is open. 

Releasing another yawn, Tavo stretches his arms out giving it a slight push to close the door.  The door doesn’t close all the way.  Tavo walks over to the mauve colored toilet lifting up the toilet seat to urinate

“Damn” Tavo lets a sigh of relief.

 Tavo walks over to his bathroom door. As he puts his hand on the doorknob, the sound of rustling paper comes out of the adjacent room.

“Carlos?”

Yet Tavo hears no response from the room.  He shrugs his shoulders and opens the door walking out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. The adjacent door in the bathroom slowly opens. Long brownish-red spiny legs push the bathroom door wide open.

Another set of long brownish-red spiny feel the entrance to the bathroom.  The face of the spiders enters the bathroom. It’s entire body fits in the bathroom.  Accidentally closing the other door with its leg.  Trapped, the spider tries to get out of the bathroom. 

Tavo hears the banging on the bathroom door.  Rosa rolls over and pushes Tavo.  He slowly rolls over rubbing his eyes.  Rosa sits up moving the blankets around her. 

“Man, just knock.” Tavo laughs “don’t have to bust through the door.”

Tavo looks over at Rosa, who is playing on her phone.

Yes, I know I will be adding more to it, but for now...this is it.... for now. 

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Yellow Fluid....

For those that follow the blogs...you would know for some time, I'm having some weird ass dreams. Yet, the weird dreams seem to add to the already over-load of writing ideas that I already, especially this one with this yellow liquid.  Of course I am not going to give it all away but I can tell you that all my friends were in this dream....My sister...Tonya was in this dream and some how betrayed me, but it wasn't her fault...she was under the control of this yellow liquid shit.
Of course like any dream...I worked in this top secret research facility with Tonya.  It was an intense dream, but I won't give everything away because I will write about it.  But this yellow substance was created in the lab from an object and of course it must also be attuned to the number of survival horror video games I have played.  Because of course this had a lot of qualities of the survival horror video games I have played in my lifetime. 
Man, I know people acted different and it also showed that not everyone truly cared if you was different or not, but it will be added to my list of what to write...so stay tuned on that

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

My Sister

I look at you and see so many memories of our youth

Late night slinky races on the steps during school nights

Objects with little or no meaning to others are special

With the right distance, my slinky is faster than yours

A life time of memories are wrapped in our hearts

Even at our worst of times, you were always there

We have seen each other go through out trials

At times just being the friendly ear we needed

You have been the voice of reason in my storm

Voice of goofy but silliest ideas making us laugh

Wanting to laugh when you turn so tomato mad

Silly songs in my head that don’t go away

Looking at the memories of today and yesterday

Knowing that we started fresh and clean once more

A sisterly bond that is truly magical and special

Tender laugh to bring my mood back to happiness

Sitting together sharing memories as we got older

Teasing each other about our silliest moments

Laughing at wild geese holding grudges after all

Crazy dreams of what we wanted to with our life

I hold you dear to my chest because you are special

Admiring how you have grown as a woman today

Smiling at the happiness you have truly deserved

A phoenix rising from her ashes of her former self

A beautiful book in the form of my baby sister

Knowing there is more to tell of your adventures

So many more beautiful memories to write down

My favorite is finding our way back to each other

 Author's Note:

I wrote this based on my relationship with my sister...January 26th 2012.....

Irenia Guajardo

~Hellz Writer~

Angry Bitch

You say my words are abrasive 

You say my walls are heartless

You say my defenses are insensitivity

But that is all you'll ever see me as

Not once have you gone past that image

Dared not question the reason for such

Hiding behind my false mirage

Wrapping it around you like it is real

Though an angry bitch, I appear

Not once do you see the pain in my eyes

The hurt, I've ran across and buried within

Invisible scars etched on my immortal soul

Though a million reasons to be truly angry

All I'm looking for is true love and happiness

In this journey finding stupid fake ass people

Though this wall is up, do you see me?

Hiding painful tears from the world around

Curling into a little ball of heart break misery

Pretending to be stronger for my sanity

Longing to be wrapped in compassionate words

An angry bitch, I appear to your eyes

Making it easier to spread pathetic lies

Though you do not see the true me

Gentle woman crying underneath it all

The words I speak are truly abrasive 

Hiding behind a wall of heartless-ness

Guarding my defenses with insensitivity

All in guise of protecting me

My heart longs to find one day

That truly special man out there

One that will see past the angry bitch

Knowing a woman worth loving

Author's Note:
This poem was inspired by several female Facebook Buddies upon reading their posts.  They often refer to themselves as bitches, cunts and so forth but what I see is a woman who has a wall so far up that they need protection and yet a couple of them have found a man to love them past their anger....their rage...and are melting those walls down.  Of course I did add a little of my own heart.  Because of course...I have to been labeled a bitch...often a heartless one...or angry bitch.

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

The Devil's Hand: Bit byte

Alrighty then, here is a sample....to wet your lips in hoping to wanting to buy the e~book.  Every sale goes to helping support my daughter.  Here it is...my little sample for those to read and wanting to get your lips wet for wanting more.

THE DEVIL'S HAND:

I had no memory how I got here, surrounded by darkness.  Slowly starting to take a few steps in front of me, the sixth sense imbedded in us, that there was some sort of wall that I could not see.  I could feel it.  I did what any normal human being would do and started to walk forward.  Eyes straining to adjust to the darkness, hoping to find some sort of light to guide my way, yet I found the feeling of hopeless misery that started to drag at my every essence. 

Continuing down the long dark corridor, I wanted to place my hands against the wall that I could feel was there lurking in the darkness, but fear struck me.  I didn’t want to touch it.  I had no concept of time on how long I was actually walking.  Though I had no idea, it felt as if I was walking for a very long time. 

Finally I could see some sort of light shining from a distance.  My pace quickened.  Finally light.  I wanted to reach this light and out of this seemingly eternal darkness.  The closer I got, I started to see a shape.

It was a silhouette of a door.

My human curiosity started to get the best of me.  I forgot that I was walking down a long dark corridor for what seemed like eternity.  I wanted to know where that door led.  As I approached it, a feeling of dread swept over me.  The hairs on the back of my neck started to stand up and I could feel every ounce of myself wanting to run the other direction. 

I didn’t listen to that inner voice that screamed at me to run.  Instead I wanted to find out, my dying urge to see what was behind that door. Hand slowly reaching out to grab the doorknob, but then the door starts to open slowly as if it knew the desires of my heart.  A soft warm light touched my face; at first it felt fantastic after all the darkness.

Light.

The door opened more and the light got hotter, till it felt as if my very flesh was on fire.  I started backing away from the door. I could hear sounds of people screaming in agony and despair. 

Closing my eyes, the sounds of their wailing filled my ears and it began to get louder.  I back away from this once welcoming light. From the corner of my eye, I saw it. At first, I thought I was imagining it. 

A figment of my imagination created out of fear.

I looked.  It wasn’t created out of fear or my mind playing tricks on me.  Along the now brightly lit wall were bodies of people.  Crying. Horrific screams of agony.  I couldn’t believe it, a wall created of living human flesh. I backed away even more down the dark hall.  I could see black tendrils coming from behind ripping at their flesh.  My eyes bewildered at this sight. 

That is all you get....sorry....now follow these links and get yourself an e-copy.  Thank you

http://offthebookshelf.com/authors/1841-irenia-guajardo#996
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114042




Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~