Meaning of deceive in English

deceive

verb

to persuade someone that something false is the truth, or to keep the truth hidden from someone for your own advantage:

deceptive

/dɪˈsɛptɪv/

adjective

giving an appearance or impression different from the true one; misleading.

'Deceptive' is the adjectival form while 'deceiving' is the verb form.

Appearances are deceptive. People are deceiving.

:)

It has been described as an over-riding joy. So tell me, who was it that rode over Joy and was happy about that?

Seriously though, joy can be defined as something that happenes in the here and now, not the what was when we were younger. Joy can be seen in a mother’s eyes giving birth to her child. Joy can be winning the lottery. Joy can be like having the best sex of your life that no other partner could ever measure up to.

But is that happiness? Yes and no. The baby grows, the mother becomes (along with the father), a teacher, a guide, more so than a parent, the happiness once felt; now, it many respects becomes an obvious duty. Win the lottery? Hooray for whoever, but at what price? Privacy is gone, and relatives you never knew you had, climb out of the muck to ask for a buck (or two-thousand). Best sex ever? But then there’s the thing of maintaining that level of “best ever”. Eventually, it won’t add up to a dozen doughnuts and a good bag of chips.

Here is an enlightenment for you ... happiness is an overall appreciation of one’s life as a whole. Happiness is how you see yourself. Not as other’s do ... just you. I am reminded of the statement, “you are what you eat”.

If you eat cookies and ice-cream this would translate that you are as sweet a person as can be. If you eat foods that don’t set well to your taste ot stomach, you will be irritated, grumpy and more than likely ill. See the point made here?

It’s how you see yourself, not how other’s see you, for really, in the long run, other people see of you only what you choose for them to see.

There are valid claims that there has been a transition over time from emphasis on the happiness of virtue to the virtue of happiness. Happiness may be said to be a relative concept; the source of happiness for one person might not be the source of happiness for another. And to co-join this with the word love, like love, happiness can neither be touched ot tasted, only felt and seen through the eyes of those who become happy.

And not surprisingly, not all cultures seek to maximise happiness, and some cultures are averse to happiness.

What does this tell us? We can’t make everyone like us all the time no more than we can make everyone around us happy all the time, but one thing we can do; find our own nitch, and have the happiness we deserve for ourselves regardless what anyone else thinks.

I have read on Prose so many disheartening pleas of angiush, and within those words, I read hope for a better tomorrow, a better life, and a place of acceptance. What do all these posts lack? Happiness.

Happiness for many it seems isn’t all that much of a used word any longer and it needs to come back into vogue, if for no other reason, than yourself.

This comes from Bob Marley’s - Don’t Worry, Be Happy:

“In every life we have some trouble

But when you worry you make it double,

don’t worry, be happy.”

Find your rising sun, your setting moon and your own place among the stars, and call it your space. That is happiness alone.

I’ve got this case.

It’s got my heart boiling and always on the race,

Up & down the staircase to beat time I race

A case of broken cases

A brief case, short like the bride of my nose

With me the jury and the judge

Tired asses & sad faces on the stand

And the people on the bench who look like a hippie band.

People from all races

Weird expressions from their faces

Weird expression from my face

I seem to have forgotten my briefcase

#Poetry #WordPorn #writing #poem.

Fantasy #1 The Handicapped Stall

Different is bad. That is what Angel had been taught her whole life to believe. But she was lesbian, and lesbian was different, wasn’t it? She was in love with a girl. But not just any girl. Lira, the most popular girl in school. And today, Angel had worked up the courage to ask her out. Lisa, with her perfect brown hair, so much better than Angel’s own blonde hair. Angel headed to school feeling apprehensive. She finished her lunch during the lunch break and headed to the bathroom to vomit it back up. She had to be pretty to get Lira to like her. Angel couldn’t be fat like she is. She headed into the handicapped stall in the girls bathroom and vomited before sitting on the toilet when someone came in. She heard them come up to the handicapped stall and push the door open. Crap! She had forgotten to lock it! To her horror, it was Lira. Angel tried in vain to pull up her pants, but Lira stopped her.

“No, wait.” She said. Angel waited. Lira started walking up towards Angel on the toilet. She pulled Angel’s pants down the rest of the way, along with her own. She slid the handicapped stall lock shut, and as she did so, Angel took off her shirt. Lira took of her own shirt and pushed closer to Angel, unclipping her bra. Lira slid her hands up Angel’s stomach and they came to rest on her boobs. Angel gave a suppressed sigh and kissed Lira, wrapping her hands around her back and pulling off her bra. And then the rest of the clothes came off, laying in a pile around their feet, their skin pressed together and barely suppressed moans came from both girls’ lips - when they weren’t passionately kissing.

“Do you think we’re going too fast?” Lira asked.

“No,” Angel gasped, and then pressed her body back into Lira’s. Her back dug into the toilet handle, but she ignored the pain and kept rocking forwards into Lira. Lira pulled her off and the two rolled onto the floor, with Lira on top.

“Oh yes, yes baby.” Said Lira.

“Wanna- wanna go out?” Asked Angel with a laugh.

“Mmm hmm.” Said Lira, burying her face in Angel’s neck and biting into it, drawing small beads of blood. Angel sighed and moaned, and the two of them were so into it that thy barely heard the lunch bell. But they did, and the sex stopped as abruptly as it began.

“See ya tomorrow,” said Angel.

“Yeah, although I hope I do more than just see you,” said Lira with a sexy wink. The whole rest of the day, Angel couldn’t stop thinking about Lira’s body, the way she had felt. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow, when she could feel it again.

Fantasy #2 Skipping School

Angel was on the bus going to school, her mind in a daze. She was texting Lira, whose number she had only just gotten. Lira who she’d lost her virginity to. She didn’t regret it either. Sex with Lira had felt like a brief moment of paradise. A flower in the winter. When she got to school, Lira was waiting.

“C’mon girl, we’re gonna skip school. Give you a makeover.” Angel was excited. She had never skipped school before. She knew the punishment would be severe if she was caught, but that made her want to do it more.

“Let’s go.” Angel replied.

A few hours later, the two of them were drunk on beers, alone. Lira (before she got drunk) had cut Angel’s long hair short, into a razored bob and dyed her hair black with bright purple streaks. Lira let her borrow one of her shirts - a crop top with a v neck that revealed Angel’s boobs.

“Girl, your boobs are huge! That’s a good thing, ya gotta show ’em off. So she put Angel in a half cup bra, and gave her torn up short shorts that went above her thigh. Then the two of them cuddled, watching sex scenes, getting high, fucking, kissing, touching, telling stories, and cutting deep lines into their legs and arms, the blood tracing down their arms and staining the couch they sat on. The two were giddy, laughing and joking about everything. Then they biked to school in time for lunch and had a great time in the bathroom.

“So babe, I like your new look and all, but a name like Angel doesn’t fit. You should change it.”

“How about... Daemon!” Angel suggested.

“Ooh I like it! Yes.” The two dissolved into hysteric giggles and the newly named Daemon slid her hands into Lira’s pants, loving the way she felt the wetness that stuck to her fingers.

“Hey, come on, do the real stuff, not this fake shit.” Lira said, still giving little laughs from the combination of weed and beer.

“Okay,” Daemon said, and slid Lira’s jeans down her legs. Slowly, Daemon sexually pulled off her shirt, looking like a pro stripper. Lira, impatient, pulled her own clothes off and slid Daemons shorts off.

“Mmm come closer.” Daemon did, and smelled Lira and her smoky breath. Lira leaned in and slid her tongue along Daemon’s boobs. Daemon shivered with anticipation and delight, and moaned softly. The lunch bell rang, signaling the restart of class - just when it was getting good.

“Why should we leave?” asked Lira. “We can stay here, together.” Daemon agreed. She had to have some more of Lira’s perfect sex. That evening, the two girls went to Daemon’s house together. Daemon hadn’t needed to explain her makeover, her parents didn’t ask. Her and Lira headed instantly for the bedroom. Lira crashed on Daemon’s bed.

“Damn girl, your bed is soft. But it would be softer with you,” she said seductively. Daemon didn’t hesitate, she slid into the sheets. The two girls were afraid to do anything more than touch though, for fear of what Daemon’s parents would do. They were comfortable with touching for a while, but eventually, after they had watched about two hours of porn, Daemond got bored.

“Let’s do a little more. Come on, my parents will never know.” So the two began to gently rock back and forth, being careful not to make noise. All of a sudden, Daemon’s older brother peeked in the door. Both girls slid low and tried to look innocent.

“You two really need to work on being secretive. Come on, I’ll show you a place.” Shocked, the two crept behind him into a small room in the basement that her dad used for band practice. “It’s soundproof,” her brother explained. The two were still embarrassed, but Daemon was more afraid than embarrassed. What if her brother told her parents? But Lira distracted her from her thoughts with a sharp kiss. After another hour of sex and getting high, the two girls talked for a few minutes before it was time for Lira to leave. Lira walked her to the door and felt as though her parents were watching her, judging her, every step of the way. She hurriedly wished Lira goodbye before retreating to her room. In her room, she began to cut, thin scars appearing on her wrists as she did. She thought of Lira, how beautiful Lira was, compared to how ugly Daemon was. That night, at dinner, she didn’t eat.

“I’m not hungry.” She said when her parents asked about it. Her brother gave her a look, but said nothing. She hoped her parents couldn’t smell the rancid smoke and alcohol on her breath, but more than anything she couldn’t wait for tomorrow. It made her wet just thinking about it, so wet that the tiniest hint of a stain was present on her shorts. Damn, Lira was hot.

Fantasy #3 The Betrayal

Daemon, for the first time, was looking forward to going to school. She couldn’t wait to talk to Lira. But on the way to school, Lira answered none of her texts. So instead, Daemon began slicing at her wrists to occupy the time, being careful not to cut too deep. When she arrived at school, she was disappointed to find that Lira wasn’t waiting for her. She didn’t see Lira at all until lunch, so she spent the whole day thinking of her body. She had to excuse herself to go use the bathroom to disguise the wet marks from her longing for sex.

At lunch, Daemon rushed over to where Lira was sitting, the table full of her followers.

“Hey Lira.” Daemon said. Lira looked at her with disgust. A boy leaned over and put his arm around Lira.

“Who’s this loser trying to be cool?” He asked snobbishly.

“Dunno, never seen her before.” Lira lied.

“But- but we-“ Daemon was cut off by a different girl up the table.

“Go away you gay fag. No one wants you here, pretending to be cool.” Stunned and humiliated, Daemon sat in the bathroom alone and ate nothing, flushing her lunch down the toilet. And then she remembered something. Daemon still had the black hair dye that Lira had used on her hair - and that gave her an idea. Inspired and hungry for revenge, Daemon pulled it out and scrawled the hateful words across the bathroom stalls.

“Lira is a slut.”

Fantasy #4 Forgiveness

The next day, Lira confronted Daemon.

“How could you do that?” She demanded.

“Do what? Call you out for what you are?” Daemond retorted angrily.

“You can’t blame me for what happened at lunch. It wasn’t my fault, the whole table dared me to do it.” Lira protested.

“If I’m not worth a dare, I don’t think we can continue.” Daemond stated, and stalked off to class. That day at lunch, she headed to the bathroom. The lunchroom had nothing for her anyway. Daemon pushed her way into the handicapped stall to find that Lira already occupied it. She tried in vain to leave but Lira pulled her back in and locked the door. She tried to unlock it but the lock was stuck. As Daemon was about to yell, Lira pulled a hand over my mouth.

“Shh.” She hissed. Daemon was struck with fear at what Lira would do. Her fears were justified when Lira started stripping first herself, then Daemon. Lira moved forward and pinned Daemon to the ground.

“I know you want it.” She whispered in her ear. Daemon had to stifle a moan of pleasure. She did want it. As Lira violently shoved herself into Daemon, Daemon finally let loose a moan of pleasure. Lira smiled.

“I knew it,” and the two began shaking and moaning, the sex becoming more and more violent.

“Forgiveness?” Lira asked.

“Yes baby yes, oh yes.” Was Daemon’s reply. Daemons lunch bag was left forgotten on the bathroom floor as the two girls headed back to class. That night, Daemon went home and got her phone taken away from her for leaving her backpack. But she snuck it up to her room and watched porn for a while before Lira texted her.

“Hey send me a pic of ur body :)” she wrote. Daemon sent her pictures of her posing naked in the mirror and then sent her pictures zoomed in on her boobs and pussy. Lira sent back a lesbian emoji and the word delicious. Daemon fell asleep smiling, knowing that Lira thought she was pretty.

Fantasy #5 Sex Time

“Yo Lyr, I got good news!” Exclaimed Daemon as she met Lira outside the school.

“Don’t leave me hanging. What is it?” She asked with a laugh.

“My parents left with my brother to take him to an out of state sports meet.”

“You know what that means...”

“Sex time?” Daemon asked hopefully.

“Yeah, and you can sit with us at lunch, by the way. I explained enough to them that they will let you.”

“Mmm.” Said Daemon as Lira sat her head on Daemon’s shoulder, and slid her fingers into Daemon’s belt loops. The two walked like that for a while before they had to head to class, saying goodbye with a kiss, Lira sliding her tongue around in Daemon’s mouth before she had to go. That day at lunch, Daemon sat with the people at Lira’s table and noticed that the boy who had put his arm around her was gone.

“He’s my possessive ex,” Lira explained when Daemon asked who it had been.

The group cheered them on outside, yelling “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!” Over and over until a teacher came up. Then everything stopped. Daemon went home feeling giddy from Lira’s kisses. She couldn’t stop licking her lips and tasting Lira’s makeup on them. That night, Lira came over with bags packed for a week.

“I’m staying over with you for the week, kay? To make sure you don’t get lonely in that bed of yours.”

“Uh huh.” Daemon smirked.

The two girls spent the night taking pictures of each others boobs and then pictures of their fingers in the others vagina. They laughed about it and were careful to not leave the broken beer bottles lying around. They spent the rest of the night watching late shows and touching themselves. They fell asleep on the couch, with their naked bodies pressed together under the blanket.

Fantasy #6 Party

The week was going great. The two girls spent a ton of time on social media together, bragging about their relationship and posting their naked photos. By the end of the day, each girl had like 400 followers. That night, both got a message inviting them to come to a party nearby. Daemond was reluctant at first- what if it was a predator?- but Lira wasn’t worried at all.

“Come on, what could go wrong? It’s only a party?” Daemon was forced to agree and dressed up in her sluttiest clothing for the occasion. Lira voiced her approval and put on a sequined red dress that only went down to her thighs. The two were dressed for sex. They showed up at the door and a hot guy showed up, obviously drunk, and led them inside. Inside was a wide variety of people, guys, girls, and the weirdest outfits either girl had ever seen. The hot guy left for a moment and came back with drinks. The girls drank them and immediately began swaying on their feet.

“Whoo, What is in that drink?” Lira asked with a grin at the man. He just smiled and led them to a back room.

“Let’s see that body you showed off,” he told them. He led them into a room where they slid out of their clothes. In nothing but a half cup bra, her underwear around her knees, Daemon let the man explore every part of her body before the three of them settled into a threesome, Daemon in the middle. She had Lira on her back, with the man in front of her alternating between oral sex and thrusting into her vagina. Lira was laughing and Daemon joined her. This cycle went on, with a whole ton of different people. But then a song came on and all the sex was replaced with cheers. A huge video screen came on and a music video appeared to match the song. As the music got more and intense, the cheering got louder and the sex scenes on the video got more intense too. A bunch of men were aroused and stroking themselves. The girls caught on too, and soon Daemon and Lira were wet. Lira was wearing a guys sweatshirt and Daemon was wearing Lira’s shirt with no memory of how she lost her own. The music got intense and some men began thrusting. The whole party formed a circle around them and chanted. Daemon found herself shoved out along with another man. They began having sex violently, the man biting at her boobs and tearing at her clothes. Soon, it was over, and Daemon watched Lira get sent out. Lira got a girl, and the two seemed to dance before the girl started grabbing Lira’s body. The girl came up behind her and had anal sex. Daemon was surprised at the stabs of jealousy that ran through her heart, but they stopped when the two of them were shoved out together. The group stopped chanting and watched in hushed anticipation. Apparently, they were the guests of honor. Lira and Daemon let it loose, crashing to the ground. The music stopped, but they did not. Daemon started putting her fingers into Lira and twisting. Lira gasped and moaned, and finally took it out and licked the finger. Then she licked Daemon’s boobs and neck, weaving manicured hands into her hair. It was Daemon’s turn to moan. The whole party was watching them in fascination. Several of the men were aroused in the background, but no one payed any attention. All eyes were focused on the two girls in the center, which would have made Daemon nervous except for Lira in front of her. Back at the house, the two fell asleep still listening to the sound of loud music.

Fantasy #7 Jealousy

They woke up late for school but still decided to show up. With Lira on the bus with her, no one dared taunt Daemon. So Daemon went to school feeling good for once. She showed up at school and headed to her first class. In the first class, there was a new kid named Olivia. She was tan with straight blonde hair that looked really good on her. Daemon thought she was really hot, so she went up and said hi to the girl.

“Hi,” the girl said shyly. She looked really hot, but also really nervous, which made her look even hotter. Daemon asked her how she was doing.

“Good, I guess, but in a new school - I’m not very good at making friends.” Daemon jumped at her chance.

“I could be your friend,” she said.

“I- I would like that,” said Olivia with a shy smile. She looked 3 times hotter when she smiled. Daemon was sad when the bell rang to signal the start of class, because it meant she had to stop chatting with Olivia. They spent the class passing notes, and found out they had many of the same classes together. At lunch, Daemon saw Olivia looking for a seat and invited her to sit with them, which she did. Lira kept glaring at her, but Olivia pretended not to notice. The two spent a lot of time chatting, almost completely shutting out Lira. Lira walked home with her and talked about it.

“So what’s the deal with this Olivia girl?” She asked.

“She is a new kid who needs a friend.” Was Daemon’s reply.

“You guys were totally shunning me at lunch. You still love me right??”

“Duh? I can have other friends though right?”

“Right,” Said Lira, but she sounded bitter. The two girls spent the night making love, and Lira was more intense then usual. She kept whispering into Daemon’s ear,

“You’re mine you’re mine you’re mine oh baby you’re mine.” Daemon didn’t really pay attention to it but still thought it was weird.

Fantasy #8 Love Triangle

Daemon didn’t like how possessive Lira was when Olivia was around. It was so annoying! Daemon could have other friends, right? Still. And she kept giving Olivia these dirty looks. When Olivia voiced her negative opinions about Lira, Daemon agreed. Lira had actually forgotten Daemon’s real name. Olivia was the only person who was not part of her family that knew it - Angel. So when Olivia was alone with her, Angel called her Liv and Olivia called her Angel. It was the first time since she had met Lira that she felt like herself again. That day, she broke up with Lira. Lira was horrified, but also angry. How could Daemon ditch her like that? The new girl Olivia probably wasn’t even lesbian. Angel and Olivia started dating, to Lira’s anger and Angel’s delight. She gave up on her nickname and switched back to the name Angel. Her and Olivia’s relationship was so much different than it had been with Lira. Her relationship with Lira had been entirely based on sex. But with Olivia, they didn’t really have a physical relationship. The two loved each other with something more than what she had with Lira. Furthermore, that week, not only did her parents come back, but Lira went to a party and got raped. Angel heard her complaining to her friends. Olivia was still a virgin, but didn’t resent Angel for not being one. That was a relief. Their day began with a health seminar, talking about the dangers of sex. Lira, the whole time, was joking with her friends and mock kissing Angel’s replacement. Angel ignored it. She honestly didn’t really care. That night, she went home with Olivia. It was the first time in a week that she hadn’t gone home with Lira. It felt surprisingly good, like a victory march. Olivia’s parents let her stay the night. Neither one planned on doing anything dirty, but sometimes fate was funny like that. Both girls slept in nothing but a

t-shirt. After a while if laying together, Angel brought up the topic of sex. Liv didn’t really want to, but cracked when Angel said it might help save her from her newly diagnosed depression. At first, they started out gentle, not rocking, just smoothly pressing up against each other. Liv rested her lips on Angel’s, and as she did so, they got slightly more intense - but not much. Surprisingly, it felt good. Better than it had been with Lira.

Fantasy #9 Cody

When Angel woke up, she briefly forgot where she was. She remembered and looked around to find Liv. Liv was no longer in bed with her, filling her with a strange emotion. Was she.... worried? About Liv? She poked her head out the door, still wearing no pants, and found herself face to face with Olivia’s brother.

“Uh... hi?” He eyes her bare legs.

“What did you two do last night?”

“Nothing. I was just... hot, that’s all.”

“So your not into girls then?”

“... nope.”

“What about boys?”

“Who else would I be into?” He smiles, and Angel doesn’t like the way he does it. His mouth curls evilly.

“Got a crush?”

“Not really.”

“C’mere.” She follows him, reluctantly, into his bedroom. He has a king sized bed, and Angel can tell that he intends to use it. On her. But still she comes up to him.

“What is it you want to show me?” There is a note of Daemon in her voice, she sounds more than a little seductive.

“My name’s Cody.”

“Hi, Cody.”

“I figured you should know my name before I do this.”

“Do what?” Angel feigns surprise as Cody grabs her ass.

“Do you like that?” He whispers. His voice is rough and raspy, as if the cum from his dick is crawling up his throat.

“Mm Hmm.” Angel murmurs. He pulls his pants down. His dick is huge, and he sees her looking and smiles.

“You want it?” She doesn’t speak, and he takes her silence for a yes, grabbing her bare legs and pulling her under him. He is on top, she is crushed by his body, and she likes it.

She’s never felt anything like she did when he entered her. Her mouth opened and she gasped. It was heaven. He thrusted and she twists underneath him. When she kisses him she can feel the stubble on his chin. She’s 17. He’s 28. And both of them love it. He slides his hands up her shirt and whispers something she can’t hear. She feels the heat so much she wonders if her skin is on fire. He touches her again and she shivers, his hands are cold against her burning skin. He leans his face into her neck and bites, she can feel his teeth sucking at her flesh.

It’s fucking amazing.

Cody hears a sound she doesn’t and tenses, struggling away from her.

“Cody,” she moans his name. He shushes her.

“No one can know about this, okay? No one.” Angel nods. She can feel Daemon in her again, waiting for more like a hungry beast. She is a slut.

And she loves it.

Fantasy #10 Distant

“Are you okay?” Olivia asks, “You’ve been distant since this morning.” The girls have the day of school off, alone together until Olivia has to go somewhere. The Daemon inside her wants Cody, and knows he’ll come for her when Olivia isn’t around.

Angel grabs Olivia’s thigh.

“I’m okay Liv. Just thinking about you.”

“Me?”

“And your perfect body.” Angel kisses Liv and Liv arches her back, pulling Angel closer.

“Mmm... perfect body?”

“Yes.”

“Wanna taste?” Angel pull off her bra.

“When don’t I?” Liv laughs and kisses my ear. Her mouth finds the place Cody bit Angel earlier and bites it, she obviously doesn’t see the red mark her brother made. Angel tries hard not to wince when blood comes from her neck. Olivia licks it away and the blood stops.

Liv has to stop an hour later, but angel’s body is sore from the bite marks. Cody comes to her, though. She knew he would. And Daemon is released.

“Hey, uh, Angel.” She pulls his face in for a strong kiss, mixed with whiskey that they’ve been sharing.

“Call me Daemon.”

“Daemon?” He pulls her close so he can whisper it into her ear. He bites her neck again, and sees the marks that Liv left.

“So you do fuck my sister?” He doesn’t sound angry, just intrigued. “What does her cum taste like?”

“What kind of brother wonders that?” Daemon asks, her lips twisting into a smile, her teeth showing. She lets out a seductive breath.

“Come here, babe,” Cody says. Daemon leans in. Cody grabs her boobs. “I want a little show.” Daemon agrees, and pulls down her pants. Cum drips a little, and Cody licks it away, rolling and pulling her onto the bed. Daemon shrieks and moans in pleasure.

“Shh, Shh baby.” Soon his dick is inside her, and each thrust prompts another moan from Daemon. Daemon bites Cody’s neck and tastes his flesh. She likes it and goes back for more. Cody shakes with laughter and pleasure, and she can feel his cum inside her. He exits her, and she can feel the abscence immediately.

“We don’t have to stop, do we?” She asks. He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Not yet.” And he thrusts his dick into her mouth. The taste of his cum fills her mouth. It’s sweet and bitter and spicy all at the same time. She traces her tongue along it.

“Mm keep going babe,” he whispers. She can’t respond, so she just moans. She can feel his hands cupping her boobs and squeezing. She pulled herself away from his dick so that she can stroke it. It’s his turn to moan. She bites his neck again and grabs at his back. He grabs her ass and she shivers.

“Mmm... yes.” She can feel his nails leaving marks in her thighs. And then she hears a door slam shut downstairs.

Olivia is back.

Fantasy #11 Date Night

Olivia looks like she’s just had a major makeover. Her hair has been curled and styled, and now has cherry red streaks in it. She’s wearing a cute purple crop top that is more like a sports bra, and her jeans are ripped. She looks hot af.

“Liv, if I had known you were going to get a makeover I would have come with!” She laughs.

“Yeah, I know. I figured I should dress up for our date tonight. You have to go home and get ready!” She squealed. “I can’t wait to see how sexy you look!”

Five hours of turmoil later, Angel was ready. Her hair was twisted into a ponytail. Her shirt was studded with silver and was looking like a sports bra as well. Her shorts were basically shredded and exposed way too much thigh, and knee-high boots. She put on a gold ring that looking like a snake, and topped it all off with a black fedora.

“Alright, Liv, I’m ready!” Liv kisses her.

“You look great.”

“You look perfect.” The two giggle and Angel kisses Liv. They walk to the nearest restaurant, and sit down and order their food. Neither girl has any money, which they realize after they’ve ordered.

“Fuck it, it’s time for a dine and dash.” They finish their food and walk casually out. No one stops them, but as soon as they are out the door they start running away. They split off to go to their separate houses, and Angel is panting when she reaches her doorway. She opens it and heads up to her room. She checks her social media and finds an invitation to a party, she hasn’t recieved one of those in months since she broke up with Lira. She decides to go. It’s tonight at midnight, so she still has time to dress up a bit more than she did for Liv. She sprays temporary black dye on her hair and puts on black lipstick on one lip and strawberry red on the other. Her eyeshadow is black as well.

She looks like Daemon.

The party already seems to be in full swing when she arrives. Whores are everywhere, staring at her confident pose and debating whether to take her home tonight. She hopes they do, but one in particular catches her eye. She’s dancing with a super cute teen boy. Daemon goes up to her and taps her on the shoulder.

“We should take this one,” the boy says, looking at Daemon with bright blue eyes. The green eyed ho laughs.

“She’s hot enough, yeah,” she turns to her. “Up for a threesome, girly? We need a third member to complete it.” Daemon breaks into a smile.

“Hell Yeah.” The ho grabs her hand and drags her to a back room. The boy stands between both of them, and she can feel his hand on her butt. His other hand is on the ho.

“What’s y’all names?” He asks.

“I’m Janice,” says the whore.

“I’m Daemon.”

“I’m Red,” says the boy. Daemon looks around the room they are in. The bed is huge, big enough to fit them all easily. Daemon is in the middle, and she finds herself staring into the eyes of the boy while the girl comes from behind. He pulls her close and enters her. She moans. Janice grabs her ass. She moans again.

“Yes, yes, oh yes.” She breathes. She loves this feeling. Especially the boy. The boy is hot. She bites his neck and Janice bites hers. They make a chain. Red grabs her boobs and she gasps in pleasure.

“Oh yeah baby.” Janice, behind them, uncorks a bottle of wine and pours it over their bodies. Daemon can taste its bitterness and feels it flowing into her vagina along with Red’s dick. She kisses Red and can see her lipstick on his face. He smiles at her.

“Remind me to hook up with you one on one later.” She grins.

“No problem.”

“Hey, you look about my age. What school you go to?”

“Denver High.”

“Unbelievable! How did I not see you at school?”

“Probably because I almost never show up.”

“Say hi to me, Kay?”

“I don’t think my girlfriend would like that.”

“Oh.” Daemon kisses him again.

“I’ll be single again soon. Don’t worry.” He smiles.

“So… when you’re single, can we go out?”

“Sure.” She writes her number on his arm in sharpie. Janice eventually leaves to find another toy, leaving Daemon and Red alone. Daemon likes being alone with him. He’s calmer when they’re alone. His sex is gentle.

“See you later. Even if you can’t say hi.” He waves goodbye at the door to her house after he walks her home.

Angel/Daemon falls asleep easily.

Fantasy #12 Real

Her phone rings in the morning, signaling a calm from Olivia.

“Hey Liv,” Angel greets sleepily.

“Don’t hey Liv me. I found your panties in my brothers room.”

“Why would your brother want my panties?”

“How did he get them?” She demands angrily. I don’t answer, not for a long time. “We are over!” Daemon has to hold back a sigh of relief until she hangs up. Now I can date Red. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face. He is perfect.

Daemon walks into school alone, knowing that she won’t be alone when she leaves. When Red spots her alone, he waves. He was standing in front of the doors to the school, as if waiting. Waiting for her. Daemon comes up to him and kisses him. He stumbles in surprise.

“She broke up,” Daemon whispers. Red smiles and hugs her, his hands sliding up her shirt subtly. Daemon laughs. “You’re hot, you know that?” Red kissed her neck in response.

“Thanks. You too.” She smiles.

“Could we skip together?”

“Sure. My parents aren’t home.” He winks.

“Mm. I’ve been wanting to know what the inside of your house looks like. Mainly your bed, but still.” Red laughs.

“You are funny.”

“Thanks.” He loops his arm around Daemond’s and walks her to his house.

“Ladies first,” he says, and opens the door. Daemon raises her eyebrows at him and shoved him inside before following. Laughing, Red grabs her hand and leads her to his room. He pulls down his pants and once again Daemon is breathless with his perfection. His thighs are muscular and tan. His whole body is tan, even his dick. Daemon is embarrassed by her own pale skin but Red doesn’t seem to mind. He slides her shirt off and Daemon shivers. He stops while holding the shirt.

“Are you okay?” Daemon is touched by his concern.

“Yeah.” He lets out a deep breath.

“Okay. Good.” She sits next to him on his bed, shirtless. He’s not wearing any pants so Daemon guides her palm along his legs. Red moves his own hands to cup her breasts. Daemon sighs in pleasure,

“Mmm,” she moans. He pushes her down to the bed and shifts so that he is on top of her. Even though she still has pants on, she can feel his dick inside her.

“I’m wondering if you feel as good in a twosome as in a threesome.”

“Let’s find out,” she whispers, and pulls her shorts down. He yanks his shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. He starts out slow, and gentle, but after a few minutes the bed is creaking and groaning underneath them. After a few minutes, he stops.

“You don’t feel as good as you do in a threesome.” Daemon looks up.

“Oh?” She tried hard not to betray the hurt inside.

“You feel better.” Daemon’s face cracks into a smile.

“You feel better, too.” An hour later they head out together, and Daemon is wearing Red’s sweatshirt. They walk around the park, holding hands. Ever so often they’d reach a park bench and kiss.

They reach one bench and have to skip it, because Lira was there, too. And so was Liv. Together. Kissing. Daemon ignores them, knowing that they’ll never have what her and Red do. She kisses him and he stumbles.

“Do you love me?” He doesn't hesitate.

“Of course I do. What’s not to love?” Daemon ignores his question and kisses him harder. This didn’t feel like Lira, or even Olivia. This felt real.

Fantasy #13

Naturally, Cody had to fuck everything up. He comes to Daemon’s house that night, and invites her out. Daemon refuses, and Cody gets angry. Very angry. He trashes her room and drags her away like a kidnapper.

A few hours later, drugged and sore from rape, Daemon wakes up. Cody is crouched nearby, watching her. She is naked. Where are her clothes? She grabs at her nearby jeans and grabs her cellphone, sending a desperate message to Red. She has time to see him send “I’m coming” before Cody takes the phone and smashes it.

“You belong to me,” he growls. “No one else.” He pins Daemon to the floor and she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stifle a whimper. She’s never been raped before. Not like this.

And the Red arrives, tackling Cody and pulling him off of her. She stands up instantly, pulling up her jeans and grabbing her shirt, throwing it on. Red and her run away, all the way to Red’s house, and he pulls her up to his room.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling her close to him and kissing her.

“Yeah,” Daemon says shakily. She’s not, but she won’t admit it to Red. He runs his hands through her hair.

“Mm, you’re beautiful,” he moans, gently wiping the blood from her bleeding lip away with his mouth. She moans, too, and realized for the first time that she needs him, the way she’s never needed anyone before.

“What’s your real name?” She asks him.

“Benjamin. You can see why I like Red better.”

“I like the name Benjamin.”

“Sure you do. But call me Red anyway, kay?”

“Mm-kay.” He kissed her, and she kissed him back with a burning passion.

“I love you,” he told her. She felt her body tingle at his words.

“Do you mean that?”

“I do.”

“That’s good, because I love you too.” Red presses his lips to her neck.

“God, you’re hot,” he whispers. She laughs, and feels his teeth on her skin and moans.

“Can we…?”

“Absolutely,” he says without letting her finish. Daemon slides down her pants and at the same time Red takes off his shirt. She runs a hand down his chest. He’s muscular. Red puts a hand on her thigh, and she smiles. He uses his other hand to pull off her shirt. Daemon revels in the sight of his naked body, and crawls on top of him.

“Mmm, baby,” Red moans.

“Do you really love me?”

“I do, I love you.”

“Pleas don’t leave me,” Daemon moaned. Red ran a hand through her hair.

“Of course I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” She kisses his neck, and traced her lips down his chest. He shivers.

“You are the best person I’ve ever met,” he murmurs in her ear. She kisses him again, and his lips lock onto hers, his tongue slides into his mouth, he traces a hand down her face, then her chest, then her legs. She pulls down his pants— and gasps.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispers. He has no dick. He’s a girl.

“Uh…”

“Is it okay?” He asks, his hand on her thigh.

“Of course it is.” He looks surprised, then laughed.

“I figured you wouldn’t, you know, want me anymore.”

“I don’t think anything on earth could keep me away from you,” Daemon said.

Fantasy #14

“Hi, kids! I’m your new teacher! My name is Mrs. Felicity and I’m here to teach your ELA class while the other teacher is away!”

Felicity was hot, Daemon decided. She was fresh out of college and had curves as if she was a model. Daemon grinned at Red and then pointed at the teacher.

“I think we might have a new victim.” He laughed.

“God, I love you, Angel.”

“Yup. You too.” He laughed again, and the teacher glared at him.

“What’s so funny?” She asked him.

“Uh… Nothing.”

“Both of you! Meet me after class.” The rest of the class snickered.

After class, she pulled us into the room, looking disheveled. Her hair was a mess.

But the rest of her outfit was what really caught their attention. She had changed out of her strict school outfit that looked like it was straight out of a manga, and was now in an outfit that belonged in a strip club. A short skirt that exposed her underwear, and a crop top with an indecently low v-neck.

“Come in,” says Felicity. She leads us inside and locks the door behind them. As soon as every window is covered, Felicity begins taking off her shirt, and then her skirt, until she’s in nothing but a thong and a half cup bra. She smiles. “Your turn!” She walls up to Red first and he squirms away.

“Lady, you wanna grope me, do it over my clothes,” he muttered. Angel stifled a laugh. She does. She slides hands all over his chest and his back and his ass and especially his dick - all through his clothes.

Then it’s Angel’s turn. She feels Felicity’s hands over her boobs, on her ass, on her stomach, and everywhere. She wants to moan at the sensation, but she doesn’t.

Felicity dismissed them with a smile.

“That was fun,” she says. Angel represses a shudder. Angel goes home with Red, to his bedroom, and tells her mom she’s sleeping over with a friend. Luckily, her parents asked no questions, and she was left alone with Red until five o’clock tomorrow night. He instantly takes off his shirt the instant they get inside his room, and strips down to his underwear. Angel does the same. In a bra and underwear, she curls up in bed with him. They just want to taste the closeness between them. Angel kisses him and he moves on top of her. Crushed beneath him, she kisses him more fiercely, until she can’t breath and she gasps. He slides a hand under her bra, and another under her underwear, and she shivers.

“Mmmm,” she moans. “I love you.” He smiles, his teeth grazing her neck.

“I love you too. Always.”

She had finally found her soulmate.

You have a mental condition, you have to take the drugs the doctor prescribed you...

I put my head to the side and sink into my pillow,

my eyes fall on the nightstand and I stare at the half-empty pill bottle.

I haven’t taken them in three days. I hate that stuff.

You need to take them every day, otherwise your state is going to get worse. Now, we don’t want you to get depressed again and do something stupid, don’t we now?

I turn to the other side of the bed and stare out the window. It’s dark and the wind howls with force. Branches hitting the glass. Bang, bang, bang. I shrug my shoulders, not caring. The darkness didn’t scare me, it was the dark thoughts in my head that prevented me from sleeping. The monsters didn’t hide under the bed. They lingered in my head. Making me do things, act all crazy. That’s why I needed the pills... and yet I stopped. Three days and three nights. My mind was hazy from them and I felt like I was behind a wall, everything was muffed. I couldn’t focus.

The pills have side effects, all drugs do. However, it is essential that you take them, my dear. Do you understand? Nod once if you do... Good girl, do as I tell you.

There is a storm coming, the noises outside increasing, yet in here, it’s perfectly quiet. All I hear is the clock ticking and my slow breath, as I lay on my bed. The sheets are made of satin and they are cool against my heated skin. I think I might be coming down with a fever. I feel badly lately. Maybe I shouldn’t lay off the pills. Maybe, but I needed a clear mind, I needed to know what was going around me.

The feeling of numbness made me slow and weak. People nodded and said I was doing the right thing. That eventually I would be fine. So I nodded too. I agreed. I wanted them to go away. I wanted to be alone in my home so I could do things my way. So they couldn’t see me... when I do everything against their will. I preferred the voices in my head to those, of the ones that gave me fake smiles and empty words of comfort.

I close my eyes and think of the alarm. Did I set it this time? I always did, every night. I check everything. I close the doors. I check the locks. I live peacefully here, in this empty house. Far away from people and those who mean me “well”. I can’t let them be too close, or I will go crazy. I arch my back and laugh hysterically for a moment. Hmm, that was funny. I take a deep breath, still smiling. But maybe they were right and it didn’t take much to take me over the edge.

But I was good here, the silence and the nature outside the window soothed me. The near woods bringing me comfort. Like big arms wrapping themselves around me. Giving me protection.

You shouldn’t fear the dark, it’s all in your head.

Don’t worry, it’s not the darkness that gives me chills.

Want to talk about it?

No, just give me the damn pills.

As you wish, just give me a call when something changes.

I will be sure to keep that in mind...

And I did keep that in mind, I just completely ignored the thought. The numbness taking all of my fears away. At first. But then it wasn’t enough. I felt like suffocating.

Big pressure on my chest. The walls pushing themselves on me. I felt constantly as if I was underwater... and I really needed to breathe.

So I stopped. I made myself throw some of them away in case the nurse came over to check up on me, and she did, every Tuesday at three. Like clockwork. She was a good nurse, very professional. Always with a perfect smile on her face. I hated her. I wanted her out as soon as she passed the threshold. But instead, I smiled and I nodded. I was polite and answered all of her questions.

Are you following the doctor’s orders... are you feeling alright... let me measure your pulse... are you having enough of sleep...? Are you sure?

Yes, yes, yes and yes. Thank you, for your concern. Yes, I am doing fine. Yes, I will be sure to do that... yes, I will see you in a week.

I look out the window and hear the trees moan when they move against the wind. I close my eyes and let my mind wander. I’m so tired but I don’t want to take the pills. They screw with my mind. I take a calming breath and let my body get heavier. I let it drift off. I can feel my limbs weighing down the mattress, I sink into its texture and fall asleep.

There is scratching against the wooden floor. Something crawls up on the bed. I can sense it. It’s dangerous and hungry. The claws are sharp. They reach the bed and sink into my thighs, ripping the skin and sinking into the delicate muscles. The claws slice against the skin until they reach my throat. I scream at the top of my lungs, just before...

I scream again and wake up, the sheets soaked, my body wet. My heart is hammering as I lift the covers and search for the blood, I look at my thighs... there is nothing there. The skin is smooth and perfect. Not even a scratch. I touch my throat. It’s intact. It was just a nightmare. Just a...

I hear a tapping on the glass and almost jump out of the bed. I look at the big window but see nothing. I stare at the moving shadows and notice the branches. I try to breathe normally. Just relax. It’s nothing. All of your nightmares are in your head. The real one has already ended... and then they give you your pills. They made sure you were doing alright. It didn’t work the way they planned but I was doing better now. Even with the voices in my head... but that happened less and less. They said it was the shock, the trauma of it all.

It is very common for the patients suffering from the post-traumatic stress syndrome. You have encountered a huge loss and it will take you time, to get back to the normal life.

Normal? What the fu** is normal? Do you know what I had to go through, do you even have the slightest idea...?!

I shouted and swore a lot before they “fixed” me. Before I got all the medicine to ‘calm down’ and then the ones that would wake me up when my state got too depressed... then they gave me different ones, and made sure I stayed in the ‘steady level’.

I lay back on the bed and try to relax, taking deep calming breaths. Making myself close my eyes again. Trying desperately to fall asleep again. I needed the rest to get better. I couldn’t stay awake all night and fall asleep during the day. My head falling down when I was doing things. I dozed off on the sofa, in the armchair, at the kitchen table... in the bathtub. This could end badly if I didn’t fix my problem.

I turn my head and look at the pill bottle. Maybe just one, what harm would that do? I was supposed to take them anyway. I lift myself to a sitting position and moan, my head throbbing. I get out of the bed and go to the kitchen. I don’t turn the lights on, the light too bright for me. I get a glass out of the cupboard and turn the tap on. The sound of the water soothing. I drink some of it, my throat parched.

I look absentmindedly at the glass surface and notice something, a shadow moving. My heart starts to hammer in my chest. What was that? Did I really see anything?

I lean to have a better look and I hear a branch crack. The noise is deafening in the otherwise silent room.

You live next to a forest, it’s the middle of the night. Nothing unusual, probably just some animal. I turn around quickly and go to the hall. I check the alarm, it’s not working. I try to turn on the lights to see better. They aren’t working either. My breathing quickens. Just relax, it’s probably the fuzes again. This happens at least once a month, with all of the storms and hurricanes happening. Breathe Abigail, breathe.

I go back to my room and sit on the bed. I open the pill bottle and slip one out. My eyebrows furrow. No, that won’t do. I slip another one out and swallow it quickly. I lay on the covers and stare at the ceiling. My breath rushes as the anxieties grow stronger. A heavy groan slips out of my mouth. The pills were supposed to make me feel better, not worse. I look a the bottle and reach for it again. I miss and it falls to the floor. The pills going in all directions. I swear and get up to pick them from the ground. As I bend down I hear a strange noise. As if something was breaking or being pulled out. I look up and see the shadow again. It’s closer this time. More real. And as it gets closer I can make out a man’s silhouette.

I can feel my throat get tighter when I stumble back from my crouch. I fall down, my back against the side of the bed. My long, silk nightgown tickling my legs. I pull my long hair back and stare at the glass door and freeze. He’s coming for me. My vision gets blurry as tears fill my eyes. Not again. I can’t do this again. They said he was gone. That it was all over.

You’re safe now, Abigail. You don’t have to be scared anymore.

But I still see him. I see his face. I see him in my nightmares.

That’s completely natural. Your subconscious is trying to deal with a lot of stress and trauma. It shows you the images that you fear the most. Your mind is at a very fragile state right now.

I can’t sleep. I can’t think straight.

This will pass, the sessions should help and the medication.

I don’t like the pills. They make everything fuzzy. I don’t like to feel that way.

You have to do as I tell you.

Yes, doctor Scott.

I move slowly against the bed, the floor feels cold and sharp against my bare knees. I move to the hall, pass it and head for the kitchen. I crouch against a counter and reach my hand towards the wooden stand. I slip up a butchers knife and put it against my chest. Feeling the smooth metal on my skin. My breasts moving fast. I feel a little comfort from having a weapon but a chill down my spine still lingers. I stand up slowly and stare out the window. There is no one there. I rub my eyes with my left hand and suddenly feel very tired. All of my adrenaline burned out in just one rush.

I keep my eyes shut and feel my heart speeding up again. I took the pills. They were painkillers, they helped with my brain and my unstable emotions... but most of all they helped me sleep. I already felt more tired, my vision getting blurry. I made myself focus. I wasn’t going to let him win. I head to the hall, slide opposite the wall and wait... and watch. My heart races, but the house is silent again.

I slowly move forward until I reach my room. My eyelids are getting heavier. I shake my head. No. Not now. I crouch against the bed. Something crashes against the window and I jump, almost dropping the knife. I look up. Something is smeared on the glass. It slides down and drops with a light thud on the ground, outside. I stand up and with my heart in my throat, I reach it. I lift my hand. The knife reflecting the light from the moon. He wasn’t going to get me this time.

Often the wrong use of the drugs can have additional side effects. If the dosage is wrong or if the time lapse is too big or small it can cause hallucinations.

How can I tell if it’s a hallucination?

You can’t. You have to follow my orders. Always. Do you understand?

Yes, of course.

Good, we may proceed. Lay on the lounge...

I shut my eyes tighter. What if...? I look at the glass and the long smear of blood. I stare at the dead body of the bird. Well, at least it wasn’t the cat. I think of the red alley cat and shiver. I would have missed the little guy. I liked feeding him and scratching his fur. I look past the glass and stare at the woods. The wind stopped howling. It’s so quiet now.

I step closer to the window, I touch the cold surface. I trace the bloody smudge and then I see it. The man from my nightmares. He’s holding a gun. I watch him mesmerized, not being able to even move. I see what he does and it all happens in slow motion, as I don’t even allow myself to blink. I look at him. He lifts his right hand and points it directly at me. I can’t move. I want to, but my legs won’t move.

He stands far away, but I see him in detail as if he’s standing right in front of me. I watch as his finger pushes the trigger. I see the gunpowder as the bullet slips out and heads directly at me. It rushes, and it’s just a blink of an eye, yet for me, time stretches endlessly. The bullet is getting closer. An invisible power lifts my hand and I push it against the glass. And then I blink. My mind firing up, my body jumps and I step back, tumble and fly through the air, my hands desperately moving as if wanting to touch something at the last moment. I hit the floor just as the bullet reaches the glass, sending it into shreds. Tiny pieces exploding and hitting my skin. I smell the gunpowder and inhale the tine shards of the glass. I choke. And I feel the blood in my mouth. It’s everywhere. All of the pointy needle digging into my body.

The bullet, where is the...? I can’t feel it. Did it hit me?

I hear footsteps on the broken glass, heavy boots crushing them even more... I look at his face. I know this man. He’s the one I kept running away all my life. Its dark in the room but I still see his cruel smile. He comes closer and reaches his hand to me. I gasp. Then I scream.

Remember Abigail, the hallucinations can take on many forms, it’s necessary to realize what’s real and what is not.

You said that it’s impossible to tell.

No, I didn’t. I only said that you can’t. But what I mean is that you are too weak to notice the hallucinations, but in time you should be able to notice the signs.

Like what?

When you will feel dizzy, or tired. When your vision will get worse. All those times when you will feel that you are a part of a nightmare. You are a strong woman Abigail that had to go through a lot but still managed not to sink under the water, despite the weight that kept pulling you in.

I don’t know if I can do this...

A bright light sips through my eyelids and I cover them with my hand. I open them slowly. I stare at the beeping machine, and an IV tube sticking out of my arm. I turn my head and look at my hands, they are all covered in bandages. And my back hurts like hell. I stare at the bright room and look at pale blue walls. I notice a glass of water on the little table to my right. I lift my hand and try to reach it but instead, I hiss with pain. I feel my lungs hurt as there is pressure under my ribs.

Wait, I will get that for you.

I turn my head and see a nurse coming my way. She is about middle height and looks around forty. She smiles at me and little wrinkles form at the corners of her green eyes. I smile faintly back, something warm and kind about that woman. Definitely not like my home nurse. I furrow my eyebrows. Why was I hear? My mind sips through my memories and I try to grab on to some details... the bullet... the man. My pulse races as I look at the woman.

Oh, honey, you must be so confused. I will explain everything in a moment. But I will let you drink some water first.

She helps me drink the water and fixes my pillows. She pulls my hair back so it’s not in my face and looks at me expectantly. As if I was the one to start this conversation.

How did I get here? What happened exactly? I can’t remember the details...

Well, that is completely normal. After what happened to you.

What did happen...?

You had an intruder at your house. Apparently, you saw him, took a knife and wanted to defend yourself. He broke the glass and the alarm turned on. That must have scared him off because a police officer that was driving by your house, caught him when he was trying to leave the property.

I stare at her in silence and try to piece two and two together.

And this?

I point to the bandages.

Yes, that. You were in your bedroom when he broke the glass. It was dark so he didn’t see you. Presumably, you got scared when you heard the smashed window, you tripped over the shreds of the glass and fell in a very unfortunate way... you fell on the knife, hun. And it broke right through the ribs and punctured the left lung. Very unfortunate indeed.

I stare at her and let her words break through my clouded mind. It was hard to comprehend the words that I heard.

I had a hallucination...

Yes. You shouldn’t have lied to your nurse and doctor Scott about it.

She sends me a disapproving stare but then smiles warmly. Making the room seem even brighter. I try to relax.

So they caught him?

Yes, they did. You don’t have to worry anymore. Just in the future, try to remember, to follow the doctor’s orders...

I will, I promise.

...after all sweetheart, knives are so sharp.

The End

Sitting out on the porch listening to a whippoorwill somewhere in the distance and the sound of the stream off to my left rushing along.

This time of night, sounds of slight rustling of other smaller animals foraging in a wooded area off to my right are easy to hear. A slight breeze plays along my skin as I sit rocking back and forth slowly.

I don’t get many visitors and I like it that way. When people do come by (think last time was two months ago), they think they have to do things for me.

Living here like I do, I learned how to get around so that now, I don’t have to use my hands to feel my way around. Just count the steps in my head. And every place I go in my house, everything is memorized.

When you’re blind, you make do the best you can. I don’t mess with the Internet and don’t have a television. But I do have my music. Have to have my music. Makes the day and before bedtime, calm. Keeps me relaxed.

Wait.

What was that sound? Now it’s stopped and—no, there it goes again.

Doesn’t sound like an animal. Animals don’t shuffle. Someone is out there.

Reaching for my rifle to my left, I levered it to add a bullet to the chamber. Might be somebody thinking about robbing me.

I can hear heavy breathing of some sort as if whoever is out there had been running.

“Don’t know who you are but take another step and I’ll put a hole in you so big nothing will patch it up! Just go on and find someplace else to play!”

I hear shuffling moving away from me as if running. They must have gotten the hint.

Wait. They aren’t running away, they circled to my right and are closer. Turning in that direction I raise my rifle and fire a warning shot in the air and then levered in another round. I heard a large amount of movement then but no voices.

“Next time I won’t shoot in the air! Last chance. Get off my property or you’ll be on a slab at the county morgue!”

Quiet again.

I called for Willie. Willie’s my hunting dog though we don’t go hunting. He’s ten which means he’s as old as me. So neither of us do much.

“Willie. Willie boy, come here, now. C’mon, boy.”

Next thing I know there’s Willie, snuggling against my legs but what’s this?

Reaching down, it just isn’t Willie. It’s a second dog.

“Willie, was that you out there rummaging around? You almost got yourself killed, you know that? And who might this other one be?”

I could feel Willie rubbing alongside the other dog. Feeling this new one’s ears and body, I could tell it was a Basset Hound, and … I’ll be hanged, and it’s a she from what I’m feeling.

“Willie? Did you find yourself a girlfriend? I’ll be.”

I let up off the rifle and set it back where I had it.

Both Willie and now Mabel, laid down in front of me feet.

Sitting back, I smile thinking we just became a bigger family.

Guess what people say is true. Love can be found in some of the strangest places.

"Chosen one? Last time I ran up the stairs I..."

"You're not a warrior. When mercury aligns, you'll be granted some am"

"But if it's not to fight"

"Anyone can pick up a weapon. You'll bring balance to the universe."

"Balance? No heavy lifti"

"No."

"What powers"

"Food will always be within your reach. Bowels and bladder magically empty and eternal life."

"Live forever?"

"There's a price. You'll never leave that sofa again. You've got a lot of TV to catch up with. Bye now!"

The being vanished with a pop as golden light surrounded the seated figure.

"Oh... fuck!"

You are my weekness 

You are my pain and happiness 

You are my world and the whole universe 

You are all I want, you are all I want to embrace 

You are my weakness and sadness, and you are.. definitely, my happiness. 

You are the blood in my veins and my whole universe. You are- the universe. 

I feel so rusty

And out of touch!

It's just that lately,

Life's been too much

I've written, so sparingly

But rarely read

And kept up with the talent

Of all my friends

I feel some guilt

To have been gone

And denied this part

Of me for so long

I love this place but

It has not shown

The only true solace

I've ever known

So I'm back, Prose

With this steadfast pen

Knowing it's time

To write again