Love Sucks
I managed to beat the wrap via “reason of insanity.” I suppose it did seem insane to those folks in the court. I escaped after the trial, for I couldn't be confined to a loony bin because I have work to do. It started when I met an absolute bombshell of a woman! She was my lover but no more.
Sarah Fillion and I met beneath the canopy of a bus stop while trying to avoid the pelting deluge from above. She had sensual, curvaceous hips, a very full bosom, hair like blackened smoke. Her eyes were dark and seemed to radiate shyness. Between the shy eyes and thin sexy lips was a regal nose that could have been at home a sculpture of a Caesar. She seemed almost too good to be true and that was perhaps the first sign that she was!
While it rained the proverbial cats and dogs we struck up a conversation; it was better than standing in awkward silence. We discovered we had much in common and that chance meeting was the first of many. What impressed me most was her trove of historical trivia. I'm a history buff and she talked vividly about some events and battles and political intrigues as though she'd been there. She was almost…. hypnotic.
Ours was not a whirlwind romance, it was closer to a full blown hurricane. Before either of us knew it we were hitched and let me tell you the wedding night was absolutely blissful.
Now that we were together we had to make some adjustments. I worked days at the local middle school. She worked the night shift at a 24 hour retail store. Still we found time for each other and for love making. As I said before it was too good to be true.
I ignored the first warning sign. One night I was really under the weather and couldn't get in a lick of sleep. I heard water running in the bathroom and hurried to investigate. My wife was standing over the sink and I saw a significant amount of blood. She told me it was a nosebleed. I had no reason not to trust her so I went back to bed and once I felt her icy feet beside me I fell asleep.
The blood. I should have been concerned especially with the numerous reports I'd seen in the local news about people who'd been attacked and killed in the night, having their necks ripped open. At last one day I stumbled onto the terrible truth about my near perfect lover & that was by accident. She normally slept during the day. It quietly walked into the bedroom and decided to peek outside. The sun beamed in and I heard a sizzling sound followed by an ungodly scream.
My wife sat up in bed. I saw a burn on her leg. Her eyes changed colors and as she breathed heavy breaths I saw fangs. “Wait this means you're a…”
“Yes lover. I'm a vampire and there is one last formality for us to deal with. I must turn you so we can spend centuries together!”
I was in a panic. The woman I'd laid with and wedded was a blood drinking she-fiend. Desperate, I flung open the curtain and the sun hit her full center. So I watched either in shock or stoicism as she burned to a crisp screaming.
That's the part they would not believe. They thought in a fit of insanity I set her on fire. It's OK I escaped. Now I'm a fugitive but I can't stop until I've done my holy work. There's more of her kind out there and I must slay them.
Sugar Coated Spectre
There is a ghost that occasionally haunts my mind and it has done so today. It's barley one thread among my tapestry nay my crazy quilt of memories. It does not visit me often but it's done so today and still is even now. The phantom in question just refuses to be excorcised.
This memory though small and briefe can still be painful. So one minute I'm minding my business and the next I remember it, the birthday cake.
It was large and rectangular and dang delicious. My sister had painstakingly frosted the top of that celebratory pastry as was tradition in those sweet juvenile days when I'd have themed birthdays!
All of this has come to my mind all day long. I also remember my birthday that year was the only time I got to eat it.
The cake was massive and there were plenty of leftovers. Unfortunately this all occurred when my mom went on some half crazed health kick that even drove a wedge between her and my father( over pizza). I still carry those ghosts in my mind's graveyard they pop out to haunt me now and again as they are today, right now!
My mom tossed out those left over slices of cake. Never again did I feast on them. She asked me first and I told her what I knew she wanted to hear. No I wasn't actually fine with it. IT MY BIRTHDAY CAKE!
I don't normally condemn people to the Abyss but if I had too it would be all those television doctors my mom watched I blame them for setting this in motion.
That's how a birthday cake can leave a scar burned into the psyche. That's how a scar festers and the mind becomes a haunt for a ghost of the past. The memory will pass but for now I must bare it!
Death Throes
The sun is blotted out.
The flames rise.
The harlots moan and writhe,
But not in pleasure.
Judgement is here.
The die has been cast.
The carrion come to feed.
Flames burning hot.
The porn the child abuse.
The whordom
And putrid iniquity.
It's over.
Every investment and power play,
Means nothing in the end!
The Creator has turned His back,
To his creation.
The Father shuns his children.
With destruction prayers are answered.
But not water no.
There in the smoke choked sky,
Promise still hangs.
To an ancient man who bulit a boat.
This time it's with flames.
Fire from heaven above.
Fire from hell below.
Everything burns.
We begged for penance.
God like the raven,
answers "nevermore."
Not even I who pen these bleak words will escape the end.
Mind’s Eye Blind
I knew not what the old man had done to me but there was something familiar about him and his eyes pierced my being. Now I stood in the blinding white void! "Show us then!" What did that mean? For some reason I felt it had something to do with my new blessing or was it a curse? I'd created the promenade & now set about weaving the tapestry of my new reality. I thought "Let there be light,"and there was light and it was good.
The coarse, ruff sand I replaced with grass. I populated this new world with people and animals and spectacular colors. I had crafted from my mind an untainted world, the kind of which that I had screamed to God most high about in the lowest depths of my melancholy states suchlike the one I'd been in prior to gaining this new power.
I walked through my domain for what seemed like centuries ridding myself of the void. But something was wrong when enough time passed my creations would fight, war steal, and become debased. How many times did I wipe them out and start over?
There was no Ark no prism of light hung as promise in the sky just destruction and creation over and over. Then one of the worlds I had created erased its ownself and I stood in the void again. I saw the man from the beach he had two legs now and was clad in a glowing white robe. He approached me. "Who are you?" I demanded.
"You already know that I am and that is enough. I challenged you to show me you could create a better less depressing world. You can't, for you too are imperfect.
"I am perfect and my Creation was ment to reflect that just as your creations reflected your imperfections. It was the Adversary and the choices of my first two mortals that made it not so.
"Go now and be grateful for the world around you. If you want it to change be the change and walk justly, doing right by your fellow man. Remember Charity covers a multitude of sins."
Then He pushed me without touching me and I blinked and was back on the beach. Listening to the waves crash and the gulls cry out.
Echoes
Life like music contains ostinatos, repeated patterns. These patterns are habits, cycles or even our day-to-day routines that melt into a monotonous sludge. Some patterns -- such as the water cycle--have echoed throughout the ages.
Her name was Sonia. She wandered the wastes that had marked the culmination of savagery and decadence carefully concealed in the shadows of neon delights and television screens.
The woman woke up and sat on a large rock protruding from the sands. Groggily she ran a gloved hand through her mess of fire colored locks. Said hair was cutshort and swept over to one side of her face. It was always unkempt.
The sun kissed the parts of her body left bare by the sleevless leather top she wore. It exposed her arms lower torso and back. In truth the thing was more some leather version of a sports bra than a shirt. Completing her look of a lone survivor was a leather arm gaurd over her left appendage that ended in a metal gauntlet, a glove and shoulder pad on her otherwise bare right arm and tattered pants. Over the right knee was hole that revealed old scars. Over the other knee a spiked knee pad, its mate lost somewhere among the ruins of everything.
Sonia whose face had been made older than her 32 years adjusted the straps of her leather boots and swigged down a beer from a glass bottle. In a world with polluted water such things were a luxury with the questionable marketing ploys of a certain brand having ceased to be relevant long ago if it ever was in the first place! She looked down at her traveling companion, the cybernetic dog curled up in hibernation mode at her feet. "Up & at 'em boy!" She said.
The dog sat up immediately among a clicking of gyros and pistons. Sonia strapped her long-sword with the ornately forged hookended blade to her back and the apocalyptic duo to took up their journey once again to a destination somewhere on the horizon, an ebony tower barley discernable in the distance.
Daily she could feel it or someone therein calling to her. "You've walked these roads before in ages lost. Numerous yous have made the same never-ending journey."
"Numerous mes? What are you talking about; who are you!"
"Come hither if you'd have that answer, Daughter of Man."
And she saw the image of that stygian citadel bathed in a mystical aurora. For weeks she'd trekked toward it, knowing the way by some wierd instinct. Along the way she'd faced many hazards and many men had fallen to her weapon. She was quite proficient with that blade and though her female body may not have had the physical advantages of most of her opponents she never tried to out fight what she couldn't out think. This had brought her victory and survival.
And many hundreds of years ago a much different Sonia clad in chainmail and hide leathers and helmet, brandishing an axe walked through a desolate forest with her wolfdog toward a mysterious cycle of death and rebirth that would echo throughout untold ages.
Weekend’s Warm Embrace
The work week came and went though it was a stubborn cuss and dragged on for eternity. At last the weekend rolled into town and that Friday night the man collapsed into bed.
He woke up on Saturday and Saturday was uneventful. No company dropped by, no apocalyptic events occurred and he was grateful. He basked in that nothingness like a sunbathing lizard! He took a walk and listened to birds and felt the chilling teeth of a North Dakota breeze. It was the same breeze and bird calls he'd experienced on dozens of other walks but he didn't care.
After a long week of working 8-3:30 with poorly disciplined school children and wondering if they had any sort of future he was grateful for a day-- even if 'twas but one day -- of nothing, nothing at all!
Wandering Hearts
Through the woods shrouded in the stygian darkness of night the young woman ran, her slender, petite frame racing for dear life. Her ginger hair which was riddled with natural curls was tossed to and fro by her panicked movements.
Out of breath she stopped and inhaled deeply. Sweat dribbled down her back which, along with her arms, legs, and cleavage her brown fur dress left exposed. She grasped her wooden staff in her hands.
The staff was made of a sturdy wood and it curved at the top similar to a shepherd's crook but with a less dramatic arc. From that shor curve hung to bright blue feathers.
Daidra was a former druid running from her past. She'd left her order after they went mad. She'd seen too many innocents destroyed upon alters in sacred groves to satiate the dark appetites of unseen things!
Her bond with nature and the spiritual plane she carried with her like that staff. This love of nature would never be far from her, for she was of elvish blood though distantly. This was mostly seen not only by her 4 foot seven inch stature but also by her ears with tapered to the slightest point!
The woman caught her breath at last and continued running through the forest. She tripped and cursed the infernal fiends that her order served. The tried to rise but her pursuer caught up to her a figure made of shadow blacker than even the night time woodland around her.
The being grew closer, its red eyes staring into Daidra's soul! "You'll never be able to run far enough." it said.
Daidra had closed her eyes and when she opened them she was laying beneath a beautiful tree with the sunny beaming down upon her freckled face. She lifted herself to a sitting position and cleared the cobwebs from her mind. The dream again.
She stood up and brushed leaves from her curly hair and dress, gathered her walking stick and continued her journey through the woods. Where was she headed? To a destiny she was not aware of.
Three hours had passed since she had resumed her journey. She stopped to pick some berries and claimed onto a large slab of rock to eat. Daidra
remained perched on the ancient boulder for quite awhile lost in troubled introspection.
The sound of footsteps coupled with gleeful humming reached her ears. A man approached. She tensed. He looked up at her she looked down at him. He was talker than her but not by much. He was routund but not obese. He was bald with hair on the sides and back of his head but none on top. This and his height were the result of poor genetics. The back of his hair was grown out and unkempt. His face was framed by a beard.
As to his wardrobe he wore a sleeved shirt and a gambeson, dark pants and metal knee guards. His feet were adorned with boots that cuffed at the top of the ankle. A sword, lethal and well used hung on his hip. This was all that he needed. He was no frontline soldier; he was a wandering woodsman and occasionally a mercenary.
The man's green eyes almos the same shade of green as the quilted armor on his chest, stayed fixed on the fur clad redhead sitting on the rocks.
"Who are you?" the woman asked.
"My name is Joss. I am merely a wanderer making my way through these woods. I live here practically though I'm elsewhere bound."
"My name is Daidra. I would describe myself in much the same manner, Sir Joss!"
The man smiled. "Well it's been a long time since anybody called me Sir. I'm no knight at least not anymore. I was a paladin once but I left that behind long ago."
This revelation piqued the curiosity within the stray druid. "What are you now?"
"Now my blade is for hire."
"You are a sell-sword!"
"Yes."
"I'm a druid or at least I was. I abandoned the order and here I sit."
"What makes a druid leave order?"
"That's a long & lurid tale."
"Daidra, if you'll journey with me I'd be glad to lend an ear to your plight."
She thought that over. "A sword might be good have close at hand."
With that she jumped down from the rock and the two trekked side by side.
She aired her laundry to him about her flight from the order and the horrendous sacrifices she'd witness to malevolent entities that stalked the ancient woodlands. Joss secretly vowed to eradicate those particular druids if he ever got the chance.
Daidra learned her companion was not just a fighter, but a philosopher and outdoorsman as well. He was a most... interesting person. Something swelled up inside her.
It was dusk when they finally stopped for the day. They rested under a tree and ate lightly. Joss told Daidra a story he'd made up for entertainment. It was amazingly descriptive and engaging. All the while he stared with alert eyes at the woods around them. He was watching for bandits, wolves, and other dangers.
"You know Daidra, I travel a lot. It's mostly because I don't like getting close to folks too long. I've had some bad experience with that."
It was a sudden thought, a very candid thought that made her realize they were both to people who'd been alone for a long time. It was that spark that set the fire within both of them ablaze!
"Stand up, Joss." She ordered softly.
Bemused the rugged merc complied. She wrapped him in her arms still clutching her staff. She kissed him for what seemed like an eternity! The staff dropped and she shoved Joss against the tree. She unfastened the buckles of his gambeson & cast it off! Next she removed his shirt and felt his copius body hair. He was a man of the forest indeed.
Her hands felt pleasant against his skin and he began to sweat and he felt his manhood beginning to swell. He slid his hands up both her arms and lifted her fur dress' neck loop over her head. This caused her garment to drop down partially exposing her breasts and torso.
Joss pressed her body to his and kissed her and felt her exposed skin. She dropped her garment around her ankles and began tearing at his beautiful to remove his pants. Now they tumbled to the grass full nude and also fully engorged.
Boots were the last thing to be removed. Joss cupped Daidra's breasts with his hands and he realized it had been a while since he clutched anything in his hands that wasn't a survival tool or a blood stained sword handle. He tell she had elf in her and this gave her an exotic quality that caused his erection to pulse with pleasure. She felt of it with those soft hands and he grunted in pleasure.
At last she opened herself up to him and placed his erect manhood within her. She loved the sensation of her body moving back and forth with the the thrust of her lovers hips.
After what seemed like an eternity she put her arms on her lover's back and her fingers dug in. She through her head back and moaned. Joss gave one final thrust and felt his seed pass from his organ into her body.
They laid naked for awhile and eventually fell asleep. Birds chirped happily the next day. Daidra rose up and stretched. She stood still with a smile on her face as she let the sun touch her naked skin. Being part elf however small a part it was she enjoyed on occasion frolicking in the nude through the forest.
She turned finally to the task of donning her clothes. The former druid was just tying her medicine pouch to her waist with her rope that served as a belt when Joss finally decided put his clothes back on too. Once finished he embraced her and rubbed her exposed back gently.
"Enough," she said giving him a soft shove. "We better start our journey again before we start having more sex."
So they set forth. They were to hearts brought together in wandering. Neither seemed alone anymore. This liason they'd had wasn't a cheap fling. No they were one now having opened themselves up to each other and mated before the eyes of the Chief Divine.
A few days later they splashed and played with each other as they bathed naked in a river. Just as they were about to begin a hot session in the water a giant carnivorous reptile leaped from the crystal waters. The love birds scrambled to the shore both scooped up their weapons and faced the giant alligator like beast before them.
Daidra having a strong connection with nature bopper the deadly brute on the nose with her staff. Then standing her ground the muttered something in a language Joss didn't know! She must be trying to pacify the beast through some mystical means.
It didn't take and the predator lunged and Joss with a fierce cry ran the reptile through the tip of his blade going through the skull.
Daidra stared at the slain beast. A light recognition blazed in her sapphire eyes. "I know this creature," she said. "Its meat is good to eat."
"I'll harvest us some." replied Joss.
"First, said Daidra with an impish grin there is something else to take care of."
She walked over and tackled him to the ground then she mounted his crotch. Her body moved up and down in a sensual rhythm and he placed his hands on her still wet hips. Her breasts bounced slightly with her motion and her hair was still wet and clung to her head. He began breathing harder and she bounced harder until the closed her eyes and threw her head back and moaned in the throes of her orgasm. She lifted herself of and rolled over on her back beside her mate. "Twice now we've carried out copulation and I know you've planted your seed in my garden Joss. We've known each other before the Chief Divine. At the next town we come to we must make our bond official."
"It shall be done, my love! Let us make this premarital intercourse right before our diety."
And so it was that upon entering the next town the lovers sealed their bond and consummated their feelings a third time. Joss found work as an armed escort for a wealthy merchant. week later! "I shall return Daidra."
"And I shall wait here for you for how the life blood be pumped through me when I have only half my heart!"
Alone
Normal he'd reveal in being alone on the 14th of February but not today. This time he was neck deep in a funk he couldn't shake. He'd been ill maybe that was it. Could it be he had a TRUE desire to NOT be alone and that it was getting harder to deny it?
He was alone. Noone to be his Valentine. Too broke to even spend it with an Onlyfans model. He didn't want Cupid's arrows of love he wanted the other set of arrows not many people knew he carried, the arrows that started wars.