The Painter

A Halloween Speicial

The Painter

Lena grumbled to herself as she scrubbed the rag against the stones of the porch. There was always something to be done, not a moments break, and for such meager pay, but what was she to do if she wished to sleep and eat? Her fingers were beginning to rub raw from the work as the water dripped around her against the gray cobblestone. Left upon her hands and knees which were growing sore, her back aching hunched over as it was, and her neck starting to strain while she had to keep her head down. The dark tresses of her hair were now hidden away under the cap upon her head to keep them from getting in the way. The sleeves of her dress rolled up to her elbows. She still had her youth and most found her to be attractive but fate had dealt her a cruel hand. She never had dreamed she would find herself so lowly, but then whoever did end up where they wanted to be in life?

 She was startled as a resounding thud came just against the stones in front of where she was working, and a scowl of irritation creased her features. Was the fool blind she thought as slowly her head lifted. Her blue eyes flashed upon the odd creature of a man that stood just in front of her. He was shorter then she standing upright, and had a dignified yet old look to his face which was worn smooth, but made with fine strong features. His hair was kept in neat order and seamed more silver than gray, and his fingers were clasped around the knob of a walking cane made of crooked wood.

  He brought the cane up to rest just under her chin and tilted her head up more, so much to her great agitation as with one fell swoop her cap was knocked from her head and her hair spilled down around her face. “Ah, yes, you will do quite well.” He said as if musing to himself.

 Lena could hold her tongue no longer. “Excuse, but I have a good deal of work to do, and I do not have time for games”

“Oh yes forgive me” The curious elderly man said and gave a remarkably charming smile. “Wherever are my manners? I am Randle in the servitude of the great Master Vadick.” Everyone knew Master Vadek, he was a painter that lived on the hill, though know one ever saw him in town. There was much rumor and gossip about him, but then people always talk, particularly most about things of which they know nothing about it, and is it not the right of the artist to be eccentric? Lena pushed herself up to sit upon her knees as the rag dropped from her hand and fell to the stone while the odd Randal continued. “He is looking for a new model for his latest work, and you are just the type he would like.”

What could Lena say? A lavish life, of lounging in a soft bed, and feasting on fine foods and good wine, when all she had to do for it, was sit still a few hours and let herself be painting, who was she to worry about what the others said. “A carriage will come at sunset to take you to the manor, you will be ready to go when it arrives and you will take nothing with you, the Master, has some particularities, and all you should want or need will be provided when you arrive, though Lena had yet to say anything, the matter seemed to be settled altogether. Randal bowed with surprising elegances and with that he was gone. He moved with curious swiftness as he disappeared down the streets leaving Lena behind upon the stoop.

The days work was done, and the sun began to sink behind the horizon, when Lena would hear the sound of wheels against the ground, accompanied with the sound of horse hooves. Lena looked out the window and saw the dark carriage pull up, though as the day had progressed she had begun to wonder if perhaps she had dreamed it all up, or if it had all just been a joke upon her, but now here it was. She would make her way quickly outside with nothing but the dress she was currently wearing. The coach man was tall, and rail thin with pale features that made him appear almost sickly, as his dark eyes were sunken in, and yet he was dignified in his tailor made suit, with long black tails at the end of his coat. Silently he opened the couch door and gave a hand to Lena to help her and then mounted the carriage to take the rein and she felt the carriage move under her. The seats in side were really quite comfortable, as she had in fact never ridden on such a transport before. She watched out the window the scenery fade away into the night.

The carriage would come to a stop before the great, dark house, and the carriage door would be opened, Lena stepped out to be greeted by Randal whom came moving out, quickly to meet them. “Ah yes, good, good, you came. Come I will bring you inside and go over a few things with you.”

Lena would follow Randle up the cobblestone pathway which led up to the doors, though looking upon the manor; it was almost hard to imagine that anyone actually still lived there. Strange indeed she thought to herself. Inspire of its outer appearance, inside was really quite grand, and warm, with an intricate rug thrown across the floor within the parlor, and a fire burning, there was yet no sign of Master Vadek.

 “Please sit down” Randal gestured to the couch and Lena moved to have a seat on the big comfortable cushions, while a girl not yet quite a woman had approached from where Lena did not know, but a glass of wine was filled and offered to her. She looked to the young girl curiously for a moment, as she took the wine, when the girl slipped away back into whatever shadowy corner she had come from. Lena had to admit the wine was wonderful, like nothing she had ever tasted. Not like the watered down stuff they sold within the taverns.

  “Master Vadek prefers to work by night, it is when he is most inspired, and he sleeps during the day, so during the daylight hours, you will have run of the place. You may help yourself to anything you like and there is a library supposing you know how to read. You just must never disturb the Master while he sleeps, for no reason, and you must not enter his private chambers, which will be kept lock. You are also not to leave the grounds of the property, you see the Master is a man of certain suppressions and precautions, and he would hate to think something has happened to you while he was still in the middle of his work. If you should need anything the servants will gladly assist you, but I myself am a very busy man and prefer not to be disturbed unless absolutely necessary. Do you understand? Lena could do little more but nod while she tool all this in.

 “Very good, well then I will leave you to get ready” Randal said before he turned to make his way out of the room, to disappear somewhere within the house. Leave me to get ready? Lena thought to herself, what was she suppose to do? Her question would seen be answered as if her thoughts were read as the young girl reappeared from her dark corner. “If you would come this way” She said with a small curtsy. Lena was somewhat disappointed about not being able to finish her mind, but she thought best of keeping Master Vadek waiting, and she was overcome with curiosity to see the great Master. She rose from the couch to follow behind the girl. She was lead up a great winding stair case and down the hallway. It was strange how there was no sign of life anywhere within the manor. Her eyes scanned around. There were grand paintings upon the wall and what she thought must have been family portraits. Grave looking figures frozen forever in time. Until the girl came to stop before a grand wooden door. A key was produced and slipped into the lock and turned when there was a clear click the door was pushed open and she made her way inside. Lena followed. The room was surprising immaculate, almost as if they had been expecting her. It was a grand room with an immense bed with a heavy wooden frame.

There was even a hearth within the room, with a fire already going, so it would be warm, in  addition the girl would light a few candles about the room to offer more warm light. “Ivana and Rebecca will be here shortly” she said before slipping out of the room, leaving Lena to have a few moments to explore her new room, before a rap would come at the door and two women would step inside. One of them was a tall young woman, with bright red hair and pale features of thin frame. The other was shorter and a little more lush in figure with midnight hair. They both seemed to take her in with a critical eye. Lena had never suspected that a painter would have so much household help. “Come, come, we do not wish to keep the Master waiting, you must get ready.” Lena had no idea what she was suppose to do, but before she had a chance to inquire or say a word the two women, of whom she would learn, the tall one was Rebecca, and the shorter, Ivana, came forward and began to unlace the strings of her bodice and slip the dress from her body until she was left standing in her bare flesh. “Here!” Ivana said thrusting a robe within Lena’s hands. “Put that on.”

Lena slid the robe on and the soft silk material fell against her skin, it was absolutely luxurious though she would not have much time to savor it. The two women would soon be leading her out of the room and down the hall, and she would be brought into a grand marble wash room.

Once inside the grand washroom Rebecca and Ivana slid the robe from her shoulders, making Lena wonder if it really was necessary to wear the robe at all, as from what she could see the halls were deserted. Lena was led to the bath which already was prepared and she had to admit that the hot water felt fabulous as she sunk down into it. It soothed her muscles that were sore from her work and eased her mind. Such a thing was a rare luxury for her. A soft sigh escaped her lips while the waters wrapped around her. Within the rising steam she caught a sweet sent of flowers. The bath waters were perfumed. It was absolutely heavenly. This is the life Lena thought.

    Rebecca and Ivana would begin to scrub Lena clean while she rested within the waters. The wet cloth would be brought of her body, and scented soap would wash her flesh clean of the dirt, grim and dust of her labors. Her skin would glisten in a way it never had before and smelled so sweetly divine. Lena would have loved nothing more then to stay within these waters a time and just luxuriate within the warmth of it and savor every moment, but her two assigned maids would have none of it. Once she was cleaned, every inch of her, to their satisfaction, she was urged up out of the waters. “Come along, we must get going, he waits to see you.”

 Lena reluctantly stepped out of the waters, and the robe was brought around her form once more, and she would be escorted back to her room again. Led to a sit before the great vanity in her room, Rebecca went to work upon Lena’s hair, running a pearl handled com though the now wet strands and now and then telling Lena to hold still.

 Once her hair was groomed, and dried, and groomed again, until it was to the content of Rebecca she came to stand back, and Lena was shocked to find her dark hair now in magnificent lush curls which fell around her face in a cascade, making her appear even younger then she was. Soon she was drawn up from the stool and the robe slipped off her body. Ivana came forward to dress her. Lena was slipped into the most beautiful dress of red silk that she had ever seen. The material seemed to float around her body and accentuated all of her best assets. She was truly taken aback. She never thought so much would go into being a painter’s model. She could not help but to wonder, where had he gotten all these wonderful clothes, could a man, even an artist truly understands a woman so well? Or was all this the doing of his servants whom he entrusted to know his taste? “You will be summoned shortly” Lena’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Rebecca’s voice and soon enough the two women slipped out of the room before she could say another word.

 A tapping came at the door and Randal would reappear, and even he at first seemed shocked by Lena’s new appearance. He gave a step back and that charming smile of his sprang upon his lips. “That is much the improvement, Master Vadek will be truly pleased, speaking of which, we best be going now.” Lena was escorted down a long hallway until coming to another set of wooden doors. Randal used his cane to tap a knock upon the door before she would push them open and step inside. Lena followed close behind. Her gaze swept around taking in the studio when at last her eyes fell upon the Master himself, and she was taken aback to see just how young he was little more then herself, it was not at all what she had expected from the painter. He was quite breathtaking really. “I will leave you two” Randal said and began to back out of the room.

 Vadek would take Lena in as he stood back just to admire her before his arms swept out in front of him as if to catch her within a frame. “Marvelous! I do not know how the old man does it, but he is without fail.” He began to approach Lena as he placed one of his hands just against her arm to bring her forward. “Come, come, there is so much work to be done.” He said, though not without some gentleness to his exhilarating smooth voice. Lena was lad to a rather comfortable chair in which she lowered herself to sit. Master Vadek would make several adjustments here and there. Tiling her head just so, repositioning her hands, shaping the material of the address around her, so it fell this way or that, until he would at last be satisfied with everything. “There, perfect, now don’t move.” He said as he moved to stand behind the easel with the waiting canvas and his brush would begin to move in smooth long strokes.

 By the end of it Lena was surprised by how much effort it took to sit so still for so long, but it was still better then what she normally had to do, and afterwards she was treated to the most succulent feast of such delicacies she never before would have known. This was the life, and the pay off was certainly better then she ever had before. So the nights and days would pass as such. Each night it was the same, she would be attended to by Rebecca and Ivana, and they would get her ready, always in a new dress and then she would be taken to Master Vadek, and when he was done for the evening, which was unusually just before sunrise she was treated to a great feast and then passed out in her bed to awaken some time the next day.

 One mid-afternoon Lena awoke surprised to see just how late it had grown, and she realized that it seemed she was waking later, and later with each passing day. Why was she so tired all the time? She thought to herself, for what did she do all day? During the daylight hours she spent most her time just wandering the grounds of the manor, or within the library, and at night all she did was sit in pose though it could be tiresome to hold the body still so long, it was not truly strenuous, and yet it seemed no matter how well she slept in the early morning hours, she woke up feeling wears. She was aware she had less energy then she use to, even when she spent her days on her hands and knees scrubbing floors. Lena thought she felt like a woman twice her age, and yet she was completely pampered and had not to lift a hand to do a single thing.

Slowly she pushed herself out of bed as her feet came against the floor and she rose to stand. A sudden strange thought came to her. Did this manor have no mirrors? She did not know why she had not noticed before, but she could not recall having ever seen one. The reason she thought of it now, was because she had the sudden desire to see her reflection for she felt, that surely she must be ill to be feeling the way she did. She walked up to the vanity where she was prepared each night, and it was strange enough that the mirror was absent from it. She began to open various drawers thinking perhaps she might find a small hand held ladies mirror that had been left about, but there was now. “How strange” She said to herself, and how had she not noticed such a thing before? Perhaps she was just too caught up in everything.

  She would make her way out into the hall, not bothering to dress, wearing only her long flowing nightgown, as in all her time here, during the daylight hours, she never encountered a single soul anyway, she thought if she pleased she could wander the halls naked and none would know. She would make her way to the washroom and slipped inside, and to her disappointment discovered there was indeed not a single mirror to be found within, yet somehow she was not surprised by this. “Don’t be silly” She told herself. “You are just not feeling well and all alone, letting your imagination run away from you” She convinced herself that surely there must be a mirror somewhere here, and that she would feel the perfect fool once she found one and discovered she was perhaps just touched with a bit of fever though she did not feel feverish.

Lena’s self-assurance was fading quickly as her search continued, and yet she still found no mirror, whispers of rumors she heard upon the street started to creep into her mind. “Stop it!” She told herself firmly. Had not everyone been marvelous to her? Perhaps Rebecca and Ivana were a bit strange, but she could really speak nothing against them, and Master Vadek had been nothing but a gentleman, he had not in the slightest bit tried to take advantage of her, and she was given all she could possibly ask for. Of course she was told he was a man with oddities and an artist, it could just be one of his eccentricities was a dislike for mirrors. As Lena was trying to reason everything out with herself she would come to stop as she came upon a set of doors of which she had not seen before. It must be Master Vadek’s personal chambers she thought to herself, and yet she felt compelled some reason to enter the room. Her hand reached up and she curled her fingers around the handle and pushed the door, of course it did not budge it was locked.

Suddenly she screamed and all but jumped out of her skin feeling a hand grip against her shoulder. Quickly spinning around relief flooded over her when she saw it was only Randal, and yet she had to wonder, where did he come from? The halls had been deserted when she walked through them.

  “Did I not make myself clear when I told you the Master was not to be disturbed” Randal declared as the hand slid away from her shoulder. Suddenly Lena felt quite silly about the whole thing and she could only imagine what Randal would think when she told him. “I am sorry….I know….I just, well I realized that there were not any mirrors and I came to look for one” A rather peculiar look crossed Randal’s face.

“Mirrors?” He said as if he did not understand what she meant.

“Yes, I would like a mirror” She said though an unease feeling was starting to creep over her now seeing his reaction.

  Randal began to laugh quite suddenly as if what she just said was in fact a great joke. “Mirrors” he repeated again, but this time as if it was indeed the funniest thing he ever heard and he shook his head. “Do not be silly, now come away from there.” Lena stepped away from the door, though before she could say much anything else Randal was already making his way off down the hall. She could not help now to feel that something was very wrong here, and somehow, what lay behind those doors was the key, but how could she get in? There was nothing she could do about it now she knew.

Lena had spent the light hours of descending nightfall, pacing within her room, and trying to decide just what her plan was, and what she was to do when the knock came at the door. She made her way quickly to slip within the bed beneath the covers just before the door could be opened to allow Rebecca and Ivana in the room. “I am very sorry,” Lena began in the most pleading and apologetic voice she could manage. “I do so hate to disappoint Master Vadek but I am not at all feeling will, I just don’t think I can sit for him tonight.” The two women exchanged looks but would not say anything in argument to Lena’s words and would bow their heads, though she thought she depicted something grim about them, perhaps it was just the play of the shadow she told herself.

“Very well” Ivana would state simply before the two filed out of the room leaving her alone, but what was to happen now? She knew there was a chance that Vadek might not leave his chamber if he was not to be working, or what if he came to see her himself? Or if Randal had ratted her out what would happen? Questions began to tumble into her mind each one more drastic then the last, though she tried to tell herself that it was all fool nonsense after all, nothing had happened to her sense she had been here, no one tried to harm her. They were just a little odd is all, but still she could not rid the feeling that something was not right, and she knew no matter what she needed to get into that room, as if something was calling to her.

 For a time Lena just waited, for what she was not certain, perhaps just to give Rebecca and Ivana time to go, well wherever they went when they were not with her, as she could not be seen slipping out of her room after she had just told them she was ill. She waited to see if something might happen, but all remained still and she remained undisturbed. Slowly she began to slip out of bed and made her way to the door. Pulling the door open a crack she peered out into the darkened hallway, she saw nothing as usually and she stepped just out of her room closing the door softly behind her. She stood a moment and watched and waited, still nothing she turned to make her way down the hallway. She looked around her carefully and constantly, as the last thing she needed was Randal, or anyone else, just appearing out of nowhere behind her again, but both in back of her and in front of her the hall appeared lifeless with out a hint of movement or a sound.

At last she made it to the camber door, knowing full well that it could very well still be locked, or she could find Vadek inside, but this was her only chance, and all she had to go on. Her hands gripped the door hand and she pushed, the door opened and she stepped into the darkness of the room, closing the door behind her. It was dark at first and Lena could hear her heart drumming in her ears. Carefully she felt her away around the room, and lit a few candles setting the room aglow in light. At first she could only stand there, feeling paralyzed, as she was shocked at what she saw. It could not be she thought at first. Her eyes roved over, portrait upon portrait all of women, women that were about her age at first, but she noticed, in each portrait, the same woman would appear slightly older then in the last, until her image would appear no more, and a new girl would be presented. What did this mean? She moved closer to the one of the portraits as she studied it with grave curiosity when something caught her eye and gave her pause. In all of the portraits the women were depicted in the most luxurious and fissionable of dresses, much as the own she wore, but she began to notice a trend. The style of the dresses was constantly changing as if with the fashion of a new Era. Her eyes stopped before one particular painting. No one wore anything like that anymore, except in plays. It had to be more then 50 years old, but even if he had started painting and a particularly young age that would be impossible. Slowly she began to back away. None of this made any sense.

“You really should not be in here” A voice spoke smoothly from behind her. Lena screamed and spun around. Her eyes fell upon Vadek, with his impossibly handsome, smooth and incredible young features. Her body was trembling in fear. What would happen to her now? “I want to see a mirror.” She said with surprising strength and conviction. She knew not where it came from.

 Vadek sighed. He had been hoping to avoid this, everything had been going so well, but he knew there was nothing to be done for it now. He turned to Randal whom had come in at his side. “Please, get the woman what she requests” He said in a tried drawn voice that did not match his appearance at all.

 “But sir…” Randal began, but stopped in his tracks seeing his master’s look and he merely bowed and began to back out of the room. “As you wish” he resigned.

 It was only a short time later when Randal would energy with a small silver hand held mirror and he walked up to Lena and handed it to her. With a shaking unsteady hand Lena reached out for the mirror, her fingers gripped around it and she lifted it up. At the sight that met her eyes, she screamed.

She had been here for lest then a month, but she looked already like a woman in the middle ages of her life, past child baring years. Wrinkles formed around her once smooth skin, which now appeared heavy and had lost their former shine and glow. Her hair now was showing in streaks of gray and loosing some of its luster. No wonder she was feeling tired all the time. The mirror dropped from her hand and shattered onto the floor at her feet. “What did you do to me?” She cried, “Who are you? What are you?”  Her body dropped to her knees in despair.

 Vadek watched her with the slightest touch of pity, it was always better when they did not find out. “She can no longer stay here” He said stoically to Randal. “Take her away and find me another.” With that he turned and left the room.

 “I told you, you should never come into this room” Randal said. “The carriage will be waiting for you. You are to leave only with the dress you came here in.” And with that Lena was left alone.

 Slowly she began to pick herself up to her feet. She felt as if she were in a daze, as if none of this were real, yet she knew that it was. There would be no waking up from this nightmare. How had it all happened? She drifted out of the room and made her way back down the hall. All her dreams were now lost forever to her, all her hopes and wishes mattered nothing. She came to her room and would step inside. Though the dress would be tight upon her now and not fit as well as it use to. From all her lavish feasting without the labor to compensate she thought to herself as she stuffed into it as well as she could before she would descend the stairs and was taken away within the carriage.

Lena lived out the rest of her dies, humbly on the outskirts of town, Randal had left her with a small fortune of gold to get by on, but what was that compared to all she had lost? Her youth, her vitality, her beauty, all had been sucked out of her. She was nothing now but a spinster, forgotten and unwanted. She never told a single soul about what happened, who would have believed her anyway? Who was there to tell? No one knew who she was, or cared. She was a cast away.

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What does your writing say about you?

The car is a bad place for me, because whenever I am riding in the car, is when my mind decides to wander and will travel the many caverns and twists and turns that make up my mind, untill envetually it will fall upon a subject that it chooses to ponder over and anylize. Sometimes I think I am part philosopher, though it seems rather trival things which catch my attention and which I decide to delve into, but so not to stray too far from the topic, I have today began to think about writing. Not creative writing but sort of off the cuff informal if you will writing, ultiamately blog writing. The kind of writing which typicaly is unplanned in which a person just sits down and spouts off about something on thier mind, like I do here on a near day to day basis.

The thing I have come to find intresting about this form of writing, is the way in which you can notice how everyone develops thier own signiture writing style, there are certain themes, tones, emotions, etc.. that course through everything they write, sort of like a fingerprint. And I cannot help but to wonder, just what these undercurrnets really say about a person. I think it is bits of a personsl subconcioius comming out, and I think it does reveal about a persons personlaity, just how they write.

For example, I have noticed about my own writing, there is always certain bluntness in the way I write, and there is usually always a saracastic undertone, in which I like to inccoperate a bit of my own brand of humur into the topcis I am disucssing, as well I tend to be very straight forward in how I write, I like to get right to the point at hand. But I also think there is a certain gaurdeness to the way in which I write, I don't really put my soul into what I write, I will give my true thoughts and feelings into it, but there is something I like to keep for myself, that I like to keep private and not lay out there for everyone to see.

There are people who say that they can anylyze a person and tell about a person by the way they dot thier I's and cross thier T's quite litteraly as I am sure most are famillar with the concept of anyalyzing handwriting based on the way the letters are formed, but personally I think you can really tell a lot about a person in the tone in which they right and the common undercurrnts that can be found throughought thier writing.

9:36 AM - 9/12/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Morning Mist

6:37 PM - 8/20/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

The Huntress

Warning

Strong Sexual Content

Grpahtic Langauge

Adult Mattieral

If you are offended by Erotica or under the age of 18 do not read beyond this point. If you choose to ignore this warning, I am not responseable.

The Huntress

Maborn a strapping young lad of seventeen years currently was left hanging by his ankle upside down from a tree as a bit of rope circled around his booted ankle. He cursed himself a fool, as he of all people a rather experienced tracker and skilled hunter for his age had somehow fallen for one of the oldest hunting tricks in the books. His long pale hair hung down as he was left staring at the ground below him. His arrows and bow currently left in a heap below him from where they had been dropped when the trap was sprung. More then once he had tried to pull himself up just enough to cut the rope and free himself but it came to no end. "HELLLLLO! HEEEEEEELP!" He called out, though it seemed at first to no end for it had been a quiet morning and he had gotten off on an early start. He left his village when it was still sleeping and yet dew still coated softly upon the ground, a crisp chillness in the air made him glad for his leathers which kept him warm, but he enjoyed the feeling.

He was all about to give up hope, feeling certain that he would be stuck here until noon when others might like to come out and spot him when he heard a movement. His head quickly jerked to try and see with his light sky blue eyes. He had a rather handsome face of strong wall carved cheek bones. He was instantly aware of feeling a cross between hope and dread. If another hunter would happen to find him, his freedom would come at the cost of great humiliation. "Hello?" he shouted once more. "Please, if anyone is there. Help me!" He begged and instantly flushed when what would emerge nothing more then a woman.

She stood not just on the edge of the brush, and even in his situation he was struck by how stunning she was. There was something about her, something ethereal. Her raven hair seemed to float around her pale and flawless face. Her eyes were dark and beautiful, and it was impossible to guess her age. Just under the gown she wore, he could make out the swelling curve of her high supple breast, but he knew he ought not be looking and quickly tried to avert his gaze. He had not stopped to think just what a woman would be doing out here of all things. She wore just the smallest of smiles as she watched him. Seeming to be taking him in with her eyes.

 A part of him felt his heart sink at the thought of having to be rescued by a woman of all things, but it was surely better then having one of the older men find him and he would swallow his pride. "Please, get me down"

She would make her way over to him and he was aware of the way she seemed to glide across the ground, and caught a moment just a glimpse of flesh of her bare feet. They were so white, and yet so delicately beautiful he thought when a tingle shot through his body, and he was aware that her fingers had curled just around wrist, as her hand grasped his and she pulled him down. Doing so would place his head just at level with her breast and he swallowed slightly, as much as he tried not to look while she had drawn his own knife from his belt to cut him free. To do so she had pulled him forward so her found his face emeshed in the material that covered thinly against the flesh of her bosom and his face was nestled between her cleavage, though the moment lasted all too quick until before he knew it he was falling and hit the ground with an umpf.

  He pushed himself up to sit, and brushed some of the dirt and grass from his arms before leaning over to untie the rest of the rope from around his ankle when his gaze would turn back upon her. "I uhhh"¦. thank you" He murmured before slowly starting to stand up. He stood a good head taller then she.

The woman took a step closer to him as she reached over and slid the knife back into his belt, her fingers then grazed just against his hip, when before he knew it she had leaned into him, pressing her body against his as her lips were hot upon his own. Taking his mouth as her lips softly and yet passionately caressed his own soft warm lips, and her tongue penetrated into the cavern of his mouth and would seek out his own wrapping around his pink muscles.

Maborns eyes widened startled feeling left in a dace. He was aware of this supple body pressed to his hardened frame, and her lips, they tasted sweet and succulent. He was drawn in, lost into the kiss, craving it. He lost all track of his mind, and followed only the wanting actions of his body as his hands came up to circle around her. To pull her closer against him while his lips hungrily pressed back to her own. When all it once it had stopped and he was left staggering as she drew away from him without a word, she turned and began to retreat into the trees deepening into the forest.

 He was helpless and could do nothing but follow, as he turned quickly and began to run after her. Where had she gone? He thought desperately, for she could not have gotten far, he could think of nothing but finding her, of needing her. He plunged further into the trees. Had he fallen asleep and dreamed the whole thing? He began to feel a certain despair fall over him when suddenly a pair of hands grabbed him by the shoulders and he was pulled back. He was too much off balance to stop it and let himself be taken only to find himself facing her once more tucked away in a small clearing surrounded by foliage of the trees.

His heart soared and he could not help himself. He grabbed her pushing her back against the nearest tree as his lips lowered and began to press against the flesh of her neck. His hands reached down and began to pull up her dress, his hands grasping and caressing her flesh feeling her smooth slender legs slide against his rough strong hands, and gripping her rounded firm ass. He pressed his hips against her and she could feel already through his leggings, his hard erection.

She moaned softly as her hands reached down and quickly began to undo and pull away his belt letting it drop to the ground, as her hands started to step off the leathers he wore, leaving his chest bare. He felt her nails graze against his skin. His body was hard muscles against her touch, and the occasional scar slid under her fingers as her hands trailed over his back.

 He brought one hand up and ripped the front of her dress tossing the material aside, leaving her completely exposed before him, and his head would burry between her breasts as he began to kiss over those soft supple mounds and soon his lips latched onto one of his nipples which stood at attention hard and ready as he began to suckle upon it, biting down against the tender flesh. Needing, and wanting, unable to contain himself. While one hand squeezed her other breast firmly his other slide down between her legs, and he could feel her deliciously sopping pussy pushing his fingers into her, prodding her feeling her warmth as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her.

She moaned softly as her head lolled back against the trunk of the tree, her eyes half closed she was lost in the pleasure. Her hands would grasp hold of his leggings and she began to tug them down his legs as her fingers trailed over the flesh that was left bare as she did so. Her nails scratched along the back of his legs leaving streaks of red before they would slide just over his hips and around to grasp his firm ass. Her head leaned forward as her lips began to close around his neck and she bit down sinking her teeth in feeling his warm blood pulse against her lips.

Maborn winced in the sudden pain, but he loved, so lost in pleasure, he slowly would draw his lips from her nipple leaving it red as his hand slid out from between her legs he would take her head and pulled it up. Her eyes looked to him and seemed to shine with the light of the moon, as her lips were pulled away from his neck and soon she would close her lips around his fingers sucked upon them as she sucked the remnants of her own juices that coated over them.

With his pants now pulled down he was quick to kick out of them completely and then reached down cupping his hands around her ass he lifted her up and pulled her forward as his hands slid down along her thighs pulling her legs open so they would encircled his hips he thrust forward and shoved himself deep within her.

Her legs locked around his hips so her feet would rest just against his ass and her arms slipped around him her hands grasping against his back as her nails would dig into his flesh and she cried out as he began to pond her braced against the tree. His hips drawing back and then pushing forward again driving hard and deep inside of her, forcing her each time to take him fully and completely, as he felt the dripping hot tightness engulfed around his hard thick wanting cock. His eyes watched as her breast bounced deliciously with each of his hard thrusts inside of her.

He was only driven harder by her cries of pleasure, feeling his cock starting to throb, before he would release inside of her he drew back pulling out of her and letting her just drop to the ground as he untangled her legs from him. She gave a plaintive cry as she had been so close.

He smiled down to her, and then reached over and grabbed a handful of her hair as he threw her forward causing her to stumble and fall against the ground, before she could move he would be open her forcing her onto her hands and knees he mounted her from behind as one of his arms curled around her middle and yanked her back while he would thrust himself inside of her once more making her take it like a little bitch.

Her head lolled back and she cried out as her fingers gripped against the ground and her ass slapped back against him with each of his thrusts. As he drove himself inside of her, he would yank her back against him forcing him deep and hard inside of her. Pounding that dripping pussy of hers.

He groaned and shuddered as he could not hold back much longer, and his hot seed would explode deep inside of her, his body giving a shudder as he released his was. She moaned out softly feeling his hot cum as it would drip down her thighs and her body tensed clenching around him as her own juices would explode coating over his cock before he would draw out of her slowly.

He would come to slowly stand up as he walked around to stand just in front of her looking down to her. "You better clean up after yourself" He said grabbing her head and pulling her forward forcing his cock into her mouth as he watched for a moment as she sat before him on her knees and took it like the little whore she was. Her lips curled around his cock as she began to suck upon it as her tongue would lap up the mingling of their cum before she would slowly draw her lips back from his cock and tilted her head up to him for a moment.

In the lust and excitement he had failed to notice the change which had slowly been coming over him. But he felt now a strange weakness and his head seem to swoon. He did not understand what was happening. She would push herself up to stand and leaned forward her lips pressed to his kissing him deeply, as her tongue pushed into his mouth, as they would share the cum between them, though when she stepped back form him licking her lips, his body would drop to the ground, white and lifeless. His eyes rolled back in his head, all his potential, all his youth drained away.

The little nymph would laugh with glee before she turned and disappeared into the woods again.

10:05 AM - 8/1/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

The Offering

Warning:

Strong sexual content

Graphic language

Adult Mattieral

If you are offended by Erotica or under the age of 18 then do not read beyond this point. If you ignore this warning it is not my responseablity.

This is my first attempt at writing such a story.

The Offering

Nimora stood before the daunting stone altar. There was no turning back now. She had mad this choice for herself, for the good of the people. Her white robes billowed around her within the gentle breeze catching in the light of the moon, sheer, her flesh just made visible beneath the material. Slowly she slid the robes from her slender shoulders, the veneer material caressing against her skin as it would slowly slide down to pile around her ankles. Standing now bare for all to see she stepped out of the cloth of her robes and approached the altar. Her wealth of red curls fell like a cloud around her, framing her youthful face, and splashing down her shoulders, a few strands just covered over the curve of her high round breasts, of creamy white skin. A few hairs lay across her nipples standing at attention made alert by the chill in the air.

She would mount upon the altar as she placed first one knee against the rock and then the other, climbing across the stones upon her hands and knees, the curve of her round rear left momentarily completely vulnerable and touched by the wind, before she slide down to lay upon her back. Nimora felt the cool smooth, yet hard stone pressed against her body shocking cold at first touch, while the front of her body was offered to the caress of shimmering moonlight, which traced along her every curve and illumed her pale skin. Her hair spread out across the stone behind her, like a great mane.

Bane and Remus would take each one of her wrists pulling her arms, so they stretched above her head, and she felt the restraints of the tether pull against her skin holding her in place. If this was not enough, they then moved downward to the foot of the stone, grasping her ankles, her legs were parted, pulled open, leaving exposed a flash of her soft supple inner thigh, as like her wrists, her ankles would be lashed down, so she was left spread eagle against the flat of the rock. Feeling it push against her rounded rear. The two robed figures then turned and began to drift away leaving her alone.

 She lost the track of time, as she was left at first to the mercy of the wind that seemed to give Nimora pre-inspection. Feeling its wispy tendrils trace against her skin, curving around her sides, and teasing the curly patch of fire between her legs, and licking against her nipples. Stimulating, she waited in anticipation and anxiety, enthralled and frightened by her helplessness, wondering what her fate would be. She would not have much longer to wait.

A thunder clasped in the sky and at first she gave a gasp her heart quickened a beat as she stared up to the star filled sky, when he would energy. She could feel his presence tingle through her body though she could not see him. He appeared in mist and shadow. She was enraptured. For a moment she pulled against the binds but it was too no end, suddenly filled with a deep sense of awe to be in His presence. He would stand at the foot of the altar rock while dark unseen eyes drunk in the body of his vessel. She felt his eyes rove over her awaiting breast and slide down her abdomen, moving inward to her thighs, her long legs, and lingering upon her dampened sex the sweet earthy smells taunting his nostrils.

She still could not make out his features, as she felt his hands slide just over the bindings of her ankles before the proceeded up along her legs. His hands were strong and rough against her smooth silken flesh, and she quavered against the touch, giving a soft whimper, her body fill still against the rock. His hands would circle in against her plush thighs, giving a squeeze before he lowered his head. Breathing in her wanting sent it stirred his growing arousal. His lips covered against her wet pussy and she gave a plaintive cry as the sensation tingled through her body. Kissing reverently and worshipfully tracing his lips through her hairs before his tongue would push from between his lips and dipped inside of her, tasting her as his tongue began to lap against the inside of her, his lips sucked against her pussy lips while his tongue fucked her driving deeper pushing inside of her then sweeping out again, dripping with her nectar that he so craved. Nimora moaned unable to help herself. Her hips thrust upward pressing harder against his hungry mouth and she felt his hands grip her hips pulling her forward to burry himself completely into the fiery patch of pubic hair and sticky sweet juices. It was not long before she was sopping wet dripping. One of his hands slid down along the curve of her ass holding there a moment as the fingers of his other hand began to push inside of her now thrusting his fingers in and out of her, finger fucking her, in just a taste of what was to come.

While his fingers violated her, his lips slid down and curled around her clit tugging it between his teeth and caressing her nub with his tongue until she screamed out of control tormented by the pleasure. She was close to the brink. But the was more in store for her. He drew away slowly. She cried in agony, pleading for more when his fingers pressed against her lips. Her tongue slid out wrapped around his fingers and she began to suck upon them, tasting her own juices as she cleaned his fingers he lowered his head and began to trail kisses along her body. Her lips brushed against her hips, across her abdomen, against her navel. His lips continued to slide up his body slowly, tasting every inch of her. She felt his body start to press against her, between her legs she felt his hard throbbing member just teasing her now rubbing between her slit taunting.

His lips closed around wound of her nipples and began to suckle upon it, his tongue circled around his while his other hand came up grasped her breast squeezing it and pinching the pale pink nipple between his fingers. Nimora panted in pleasure, her hips pushed against him wantingly, her body withered as she tried to pull against the bindings. She begged him in reverent whispers. Still she knew not what he looked like. It was some great spell, some enchantment, but it did not matter her body was awakened and trembled with pleasure, with the need for him to be inside of here to take her deeply.

 He enjoyed her eager readiness. She was so perfect and ripe, and he would draw back from her, know kneeling just before her, he would slide his full thick cock into her waiting wanting pushy feeling her tightness engulf him, closing against him, her trembled and moaned as he would force her to take in all of him pushing to the shaft. She cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, there was much of him and he filled her completely. She was completely at his mercy as he leaned over her now. For a moment just hovered over her, keeping himself shoved deep inside of her before his hips pulled back and it seemed he would out of her completely but then with one powerful motion he thrust forward against her ramming her. Already nicely lubricated with her sweet nectar. He began his assault upon her, in long powerful thrusts he would take her. Her hands slid down grasping her by her tender sweet ass gripping it tightly to pull her hard against her, her pounded here making her body jolt against the rock, while she was bond. Her luscious breast bouncing with his every inward thrust of her. Nimora was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain. She whimpered and closed her eyes, but her body craved more, she was enthralled she craved it. Her body was his.

He felt his cock throb within her but he was not done yet, and once more he would bring her close to her breaking point before drawing back and slipping out of her slowly. She did not know how much of this torment she could take. Though she ached, she would beg for more still. He crawled off of her and would begin to undo her bindings. She was left confused at first of what was happening, as she felt her legs and arms let free. But before she had a change to think or move, he dragged her down from the rock and bent her over it. Her breast pressed against the stone, one of his arms slid around her as he would thrust his hips back against her, pushing in side of her deeply once more as his body pressed hard against hers. Her ass firmly rested against his abdomen. While her curled his fingers into her hair and jerked her head back he proceeded to thrust hard inside of her pounding that sweet dripping pussy. Flash slapped against flash. Nimora gripped against the stone of the rock and cried out.

She would not last much longer as she clenched tightly around his massive throbbing cock and her body tensed by her cum would flood over him, and slide along the inside of her thighs. Her body layered in sweat as her heart beat quick and her breath panted. He shuddered feeling her cum hot against his dick, but he would not stop, he continued to pound her deep and relentless until he began to howl as his wad was shot, and his hot seed was driven deep inside of her wanting body.

Slowly he pulled out of her his dripping cock still standing hard and erect. He would push her to her knees after turning her around her his cock starting at her as he pulled her head forward his fingers still tangled in her lush hair. Her lips would slide over his cock with reverence and her tongue lapped the mingling of their cup cleaning him worshipfully as she began to wrap her lips around his cock and slid her mouth further against him. He would thrust forward driving deep down her throat making him take all over her in. She moaned against him and began to suck his cock as her fingers gripped his hips, and her lips would pull back and forth against his rock while his hand held her head firmly holding her in place. His he gave murmurs of approval feeling her head bob against his head and he felt a fresh load start to build up.

He pushed her head and pulled his head, encouraging her to move faster, harder. She slid her lips down along his cock curling her lips around the head for a moment before she pushed back up to take him hard and deep within the warm moist of her mouth once more, sucking needling upon his cock, she feel him pulsing against her lips. Until his body tensed and in another great howl his cum shot into her mouth. Nimora drank it in swallowing the seed as her lips licked around him cleaning him before slowly she would slide her mouth from his now softening cock, as his hand and released her head and she licked her lips.

With that he was gone, just the way he had come, and Nimora was left slumped in the grass against the rock, her body aching and exhausted, but knowing she now would carry the one whom would be their savior.

1:00 PM - 7/31/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Research Question

Well I know thier are people out there in the medical feild, and perhaps there are a few in the legal feild as well that might be able to help me out with this, anyone who has any knowelge upon how things like this might happen to work please let me know. I am doing reasearch for the sake of a new story idea I am toying around. So here is the scenario.

A man in a mental ward/insitution dies under mysterious circumstances, so it is being investigated by the police. They want a copy of the victims medicals records to try and understand more about why he was there, and his histroy and background and so forth. Becasue it is a crime, and under investigation, can the hospital give them the informaiton, or would the police be able to get a warrant for it, or would they be completely denied access becasue of doctor-patainet confidentialty laws?

5:21 PM - 6/17/2007 - comments {2} - post comment

Contemperay Chokehold

Well I think I have figured out the reason I cannot get published, at least reguarding my poetry, I have not yet tried any major works because they are not ready yet. But I use to for a while send my poetry out now and then to varriys independent publications and also get rejection notices in return, and though there could be many possible reasons, a while ago I though I try to send some of my work out again, and I came acorss this press called Hanging Loose, and they had this thing where you could order like a smaple issue for eleven dollars to get an idea of thier work without having to subscribe or comit to anything, so I said sure why not, to get a feel for them before trying to submit anything, and reading through the poems they published and so I have been reading through it, and well I think the reason I cannot get published is becasue I am too much of a romantic.

I live in a contempary world but completey lack the ablity to write contemporary and apperently that is all anyone wants anymore. Poems that are ultimately empty, filled with mondern words, and monderns references and an overall mondern sentiment of aloofness, distance, and disconection. These poems completely lack feeling and the writers seem to have no conneection with thier words or thier audience, they lack anything deep and soulful. They are hallow and allow throw in the occasional fancy word or abstract metaphor to make it seem creative and unique.

I still live in the world of the classics, the world of passion, emotion, love, hate, anger, feeling, something real, and something breathing, something that is not a painted facade with nothing behind it, but something seeping and internal. My work will never be accepted in this world at least not among those whom dare to call themselves critics of poetry or even poets them self, ghastly as it is. These pompus artless imposters think they can stifle the undercurrent of true talent, well I say let them continue to try, for this Bard will continue to sing to thier disdain I will give them life, I will give them soul and passion and truth. Let them contiunue to spew out thier thoughtless babble and choke upon thier garbage and no I do not say this becasue I am bitter, I have quite a loyal fan base, but I say this becasue I think they truly are working for the descutriton and not the advancement of poetry by giving over to these dead words and turning thier noses up to the life flow and genuine meaning.

2:36 PM - 5/4/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Cult of the Mask

I have not done one of these in a while, it is another one of my timed writing exercisies, this one I am tempted to perhaps continue on and make into something more, something of it speaks to me, but becasue I initialy did write this all just off the top of my head, there is still much of it, and the charactars involved that remain a mystery to me.

Cult of the Mask

          She lowered her mask. A few dark strands of her hair, previously held up by the mask now fell forward into her face. Her lips pursed tightly together while she fixed her icy stare upon me, and held me in place, as if I was paralyzed under her gaze. I knew she was beyond angry. I was in utterly shocked to discover that it was her all along.

What had made her reveal herself? I could not help but to ponder to myself. The room swirled around me, and I was aware of nothing else in the haze of noise, light, colors. It all just meshed together in one blur as she stood there just before him. It felt as if everything and everyone was revolving around us, and we were frozen in time. The only thing I could hear was the thump of my heart within my chest. What could I say?

She would be the first to break this silence between us and jolt me out of this dream like state, back into reality, but if I was grateful for this or not, I could not say at the time. Though she spoke only one word her voice cracked like a whip, and that one word, pierced through my flesh and bone, to my very soul. It was not just what she said, but the way in which she said it. Though her voice held nothing but wrath, her face, was pure anguish. "Fenton!" With my name said like a curse upon her lips I knew I was trapped.

I tried my best to stammer some reply but it would do no good, the words were weak, as if everything had been sucked out of me, and my mind could not think. "Look, It is not what you think. I know how that sounds, but you must trust me, please" I felt a pit sink to the bottom of my stomach, was that the best I could do to defend myself? How could anyone believe me? But it was true, perhaps I am the first and only person to ever speak true when I say it was not how it looked, but how could I tell her the truth? I did not know, and I am not sure it would have mattered then.

She was gone lost within the crowd as soon as I blinked she vanished. I could do nothing at first but stand there gaping as my mind began to race. What was she doing here anyway? How could it have truly been her all along? The words kept tumbling over each other in my mind. I felt so completely lost. I would try to call after her, knowing then it would do no good my voice just fading in the crowd and she was gone. Would she ever speak to me again?

Tears streaked out of Erila’s eyes to stain her soft cheeks, though she would quickly slip the mask back into place to hide before anyone could see or know who she was. How could he of all people do this to her? Why was he even here? She felt faint and needed to escape quickly.

She pressed through the gathered crowed heading for the nearest exit. She could stay here no longer. Erila stumbled outside all but falling over herself into the fresh night air. "What troubles you darling? She froze at the sound of the voice that seemed to come from the very darkness and spun around to see Luca approaching.

8:09 AM - 3/31/2007 - comments {1} - post comment

Soul Stealers

Well I sort of got this idea from reading another's blog, which got my thoughts moving upon the idea of writers as Soul Stlealers, in a way I see that as the gifit of the writer, though it sounds a bit ominous, and in someways I think it really is, I think there does come from it, somewhere deep down a certain almost sadistic power, and a certain primila pleasure born from that. There is more then one way to really apporach ths subject.

For one thing, as a writer, you create these beings, these characters, and you are like a God, for you make them come to life, and they each of thier own definet personalities and indivuilism, thier own lifes, and thoughts, feelings, pain, and joy, and you put them in thier own world to move through, but then invetiably you put them out there for other people to read, and somewhere out there, some person, soemone you do not know, never met before, is going to feel as if you have stripped them, as if you infiltrated thier heart, mind and soul, and did so just so show them, to say, I know you.

For these chracters that you create, they are somehow taken, bits and peices of them from people out there in the world, people you do not know, people you have not ecountered, and yet still you manage to draw something out of them and to make it your own then you throw it back into thier face to say look what I have done.

And well anyone who reads, as I myself know too well having been an avid reader sense just about as long as I knew how to read, have had this experince. Of reading something, and feeling yourself in the words, of seeing your own thoughts and feelings, your own past or preseant pains reflected back at you. And well in some way, there is something to be said, being a writier and sort of having the ability to return it, to do to others the very thing which had been done to you.

2:33 PM - 3/15/2007 - comments {2} - post comment

Writing again

9:45 AM - 2/28/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

In a funk

9:15 AM - 2/26/2007 - comments {1} - post comment

The Charlatan

Well it has been a while sense I posted a new one of these, but here is another of my timed writing sessions

The Charlatan

"Step right up! Step right up! Ladies and Gentlemen!" The charlatan cried from the old wooden stage with his wagon behind. The sound of his cane, which he wore for fashion and a sense of prestige opposed to any physical need, could be heard rap tap rapping on the old wooden planks that creaked under his well shined black boots. The long tails of his coat flapped in the wind behind him, and a top hat was neatly placed on his head.

The crowd would gather round. Young and old alike, man, woman, and child each with their own aliments. Wheelchairs, bald heads, blind eyes, deaf ears, things not seen. "Come one and all" he cried, "I have something for everything." Pills upon pills scoured from all over the world, made from the most exotic ingredients. "What do you say? Don’t be shy! Who is first to give it a try?" As he speaks with great velocity, his cane thrust out pointing to shelves upon shelves of ancient placebo just through the wagon doors which stand open for all to see.

The wagons sides are brightly colored to attract and draw in spectators. Sparking curiosity, it is drawn by two old white mules who say not a thing. "Yes, that is right come around" All heads rise up and shouts and screams begin, hands rise, each wanting that miracle cure. He covers his eyes and points to the crowd with his cane blindly. Then stops to look where it is pointing. "You there!" He says to a woman holding a baby. She looks surprised and is filled with fear, relief, and anticipation.

"Yes you, come right up! Make way! Make way! Let her through!" She advanced forward and the crowd parts like the ocean. All eyes now fixed upon her and a collative breath is held. She begins to draw up the steps.

12:39 PM - 2/10/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

The Becoming

Yes here it is my timed writing segment for this week

The Becoming

Sabrina made her way across the kitchen floor. Her bare feet brushed softly against the tan colored tile. A long white cloth robe was draped over her from and rustled lightly around her legs as she walked. Her dark hair rested against her shoulders, and fell to the mid of her back.

She grasped the handle of the kettle that had been screaming at her and poured the hot water into a waiting mug. A tendril of smoke drifted up to her nostrils and the coffee scent filled her. Sabrina could almost taste it already while her hands curled around the mug and she felt the heat radiate against her skin.

Slowly Sabrina would start to left the mug up to her lips and take a sip when something stopped her. She heard a sound and turned her head to the window. Her eyes grew wide and she gave a small gasp. She would take a couple steps back and the mug slid from her hands and crashed to the floor with the sound of breaking glass. The hot black liquid ran across the floor and touched just the edge of her toes before she backed away from it.

It took her a few minutes to recover before she would pull a few paper towels from the roll and kneeled down. Sabrina began to wipe the coffee dry and the rose to stand again she walked over to the trash can and dropped the towels inside. She would then crouch down once more and began to pick up the larger pieces of glass dropping them one by one into her other hand which she held cupped.

9:06 PM - 1/26/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

The Dectective

This is from another 10 min. writing session I did. I really enjoy these, and I might try to make a habbit of doing one every friday.

The Detective

            Thoughts came fleetingly, they pass through the mind in butterfly kisses. So tantalizing and yet just hovering out of reach. When one makes a grasp their fingers slide away and they are left empty handed.

            Those were the words written in the book sitting on the table. It was opened about half-way through to page 162. What is the significance of that number? I did not know, only I thought it was worth mentioning. It reminded me of a dream I had once. There was a long dark hall way and at the end a door, painted on the door was a number. Was it that very same number? I do not quite think so.

            There was a woman with green eyes; it appeared almost as if she were watching me. She "sat" in a chair just across from the book. I had to wonder, was it her book? But there was no way to know for certain. It seems there can be no answers.

 It almost felt as if her ghost was in the room and my attention was drawn to the window. I could hear the sound of birds just outside as I watched the sunny day beyond this dreary scene, but still as if by some old instinct I could almost taste the rain that was to come.

Somewhere beyond monks prayed for the sound of church bells could be heard ringing outside the window, but here there was nothing left to be done. Witnesses had been questioned and no one saw the gun that delivered the final blow. Somewhere came a sound, and then voices began to surround me and I was brought back out of my thoughts to the present reality.

I found in my hand a cup of coffee, and I knew this was just another day for me, but at times I had to ask myself how much more of this could I take? I felt the pressure weigh me down and it felt for a moment like I couldn’t breath. That is when the smell of death and decay began to get to me and I had to leave.

5:16 PM - 1/19/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Dream Prohecy

This was done as part of a writing exercise in which I sat down for 10 mins and just wrote without stopping or thinking, or pre planning, just whatever came to my mind. Then later I typed it up and did some small edidting to make it read a little better. Added puntuation and things of the like. This might become part of something more in the future, that is yet to be seen.

Dream Prophecy

            It was a blustering winters day. The wind spoke of wrath as it whipped sharply with a cool crisp chill that bit through my clothing and stung my skin like sharp dagger points. Howling its vengeance as if it were a great beast of yore. The leaves danced in bright colors, and appeared almost as flamboyant pixies as they dotted the sky in brief flashes of flaming color before being whisked away and out of sight.

            I stood on the bluff that day. The grass emerald green dancing furiously under my feet. In the air there was a distant melody faintly heard as it was carried across the stormy sea. The waters were in tumult and assaulted the rocks without mercy. In the distance beyond the horizon where the water and sky meld into one there was a darkness. It was starting to roll in. A great storm that would sweep over the land. I could only watch held transfixed, as if caught in some enchantment.

            I felt it was coming. The air quivered like a bow string drawn tight and ready for release, but then what would result? Chaos, I thought as the cold made my skin burn. My hands were shoved deep into my pockets.

            Somewhere behind me in the solid world I heard my name called and at last I was forced to look away. I stepped out of the dream into the clam world of reality.

4:44 PM - 1/12/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Point of No Return (Conclusion)

Alleandra clung to her brother’s arm as she stood just behind him her eyes fixed upon the man before her. Her other hand still held the album securely. "They are humans just like us. You had no right to do that. You will not get away with this. They deserve to be helped, to have shelter, and food, like anyone else. Not to be cast out like animals. What happened to the, it is not their fault." She pleaded with conviction, but Welkin seemed unmoved.

            "You do not understand, we were trying to build a new future, the last thing they needed was to be confronted and reminded of the past, to let that taint in. What we have is beautiful and pure. It was for the greater good." He took an advancing step as he did so Jay backed up with his sister as Welkin came to speak again extending his hand. "Now give me the book, there is nowhere to go, you cannot run, do not make this hard on yourselves, if you just hand it over, we can forget all about this."

            "NO!" Jay shouted suddenly as he pushed his sister farther behind him protectively and took a step up. "You have no right to do this." Welkin was about to signal to the others to advance upon them when suddenly Alleandra began to scream at the top of her lungs. It had caught the others by surprise at first even Welkin looked momentarily stunned before he recovered himself and just laughed. "There is no one there to help you, no one to hear you." He then turned to his men. "Now get them. Do not let them get away, and give me that book."

            The men once more began to advance and surged forward toward Allendra and Jay when before they could even think about turning to run a figure rushed out from the brush, at first it was only a blind blur, and it charged dead ahead plowing directly into the man nearest to Jay and Alleandra and took him to the ground, then they could see it was covered in fur. It was one of the ape-men. Jay and Alleandra exchanged quick looks, as the other men were taken aback and jumped away in disbelief.

            Jay grabbed his sister’s hand and began to charge into the trees tugging her behind, she ran swiftly at his heels. The men behind began to recover themselves, as Welkin could be heard shouting. "Get them! Stop them! Now!" The armed men began to run into the trees after them. The lead man found his way suddenly blocked as another of the creatures stepped just in front of him, causing the man to nearly run right into him, and then others began to appear from the trees barring the way of the men.

            Alleandra and Jay could hear the sounds of shouting, yelling, and gunfire as they started to slow up and just leaned back against a tree huddling down in the foliage while they struggled to control their breath as they listened to the fighting though could see nothing of what was going on. Jay placed a protective arm around his sister and just held her close as she leaned against him and they sat there in silence. It seemed to last forever until the jungle would grow quiet again. Jay waited several movements into the silence when he was certain it was over and looked to his sister and motioned her to stay keeping his voice low as he spoke. "I am going to go see what is going on, you stay here, I will be right back."

            Alleandra was hesitant at first, but she saw the sense in this, and it would do no good for them both to get caught, and she nodded her head at last though a bit begrudgingly. Jay began to move as silently as possible through the trees to arrive back at the scene, and he could not believe what he saw. The soldiers were all slain, a few of the large hairy bodies could be seen lying dead upon the ground, but the ape-men had been victorious in the end. Jay slowly advanced out into the open and looked around. The others looked to him a few giving low grunts but none of them made any ward him. "We want to help" He said but he did not know if they would understand, it seemed they would not hurt him and he would call back. "Alleandra, it is safe, come out"

            She breathed a sigh of relief hearing her brother’s words and she rose to her feet and hurried through the brush to rejoin him, and as she first arrived, she was just as taken as he was. Her eyes swept over everything as she came to stand beside her brother still holding the album in her arms. "We want you to come back with us to the dome. You should not have to live this way. We want to tell everyone the truth of what was done to you."

            The ape-men gathered in a small group and seemed to be discussing something as Alleandra and Jay stood watching and waiting wondering what was going on. Until they broke away and it seemed a decision was made. Alleandra and Jay went back with the ape-men to return to their village and after making preparations and gathering everyone together, they would all begin to make the trek back to the dome together with Alleandra and Jay walking side by side. "Maybe this is all they wanted in the first place, for someone to listen, to understand, for the truth to be known." Alleandra said looking up to her brother, still carrying the album in her arms. Jay looked down to her words and kissed the top of her head, glad it was all over. "Yes, maybe."

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Point of No Retun (Part 2)

He was about to protest, but he saw the logic behind her words, as long as she was within hearing distance at least then it should be fine. There was nothing he could do that she couldnt and so he would come to agree. "Alright, just dont get too far away incase anything happens." He would move a bit farther from the water and found a place to lower himself to sit upon a rock. He eyes had adjusted a bit to the dark so he could see at least fairly decently