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I didn't set out to be a serial killer...
Written by sandflea68 in portal Fiction

Equal Rights

I honestly didn’t set out to be a serial killer. It was all Mara’s fault because she kept taking serial lovers. And I loved her so much that I was unable to bear the thought that she was not mine. Every time I got the nerve to ask her to go out with me, she replied that she already had a boyfriend. Well, I’d fix that!

The first time, I watched the movement in the backseat of Mara’s car in disbelief. I crept even closer to make sure they were doing what I thought they were. I knew Don was taking advantage of her so I pulled up my mask, opened the door and yanked him out, shooting him in the head. Mara cowered in fear for at least an hour before she called the police while I watched from behind the old oak tree.

As soon as she got over Don, she took another lover, Dave. I watched as they lay on the beach in the moonlight, moaning and groaning and tossing and turning. Soon, I saw Dave sit up and go to his car to get birth control before he finished. But I finished him with a knife to the belly as I held my hand over his mouth. Mara didn’t hear a peep until she walked naked to the car to see what was taking him so long. I was already walking away when I heard her terrified screams.

Mara waited a while for the next beau. Since we were employed at the same place, I saw that flirtatious little minx sneak into the closet with her boss and knew what was going on. This time, I waited until Mr. Simon walked back to his office, tucking his shirt into his pants and slicking back his hair. I walked into his office telling him I needed to show him the latest financials, strangling him with my tie, until he was blue in the face. What a shame he had a heart attack, everyone said.

Well, I just knew that Mara would go out with me now because she wouldn’t care if I got murdered in the throes of passion with her!

“I wouldn’t go out with you if you were the last man on earth,” she said. “Didn’t I make myself clear the first time you asked?”

Well, what could I do? I took my razor knife and slit her throat. Never let it be said that I didn’t believe in equal rights!

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I didn't set out to be a serial killer...
Written by sandflea68 in portal Fiction
Equal Rights
I honestly didn’t set out to be a serial killer. It was all Mara’s fault because she kept taking serial lovers. And I loved her so much that I was unable to bear the thought that she was not mine. Every time I got the nerve to ask her to go out with me, she replied that she already had a boyfriend. Well, I’d fix that!

The first time, I watched the movement in the backseat of Mara’s car in disbelief. I crept even closer to make sure they were doing what I thought they were. I knew Don was taking advantage of her so I pulled up my mask, opened the door and yanked him out, shooting him in the head. Mara cowered in fear for at least an hour before she called the police while I watched from behind the old oak tree.

As soon as she got over Don, she took another lover, Dave. I watched as they lay on the beach in the moonlight, moaning and groaning and tossing and turning. Soon, I saw Dave sit up and go to his car to get birth control before he finished. But I finished him with a knife to the belly as I held my hand over his mouth. Mara didn’t hear a peep until she walked naked to the car to see what was taking him so long. I was already walking away when I heard her terrified screams.

Mara waited a while for the next beau. Since we were employed at the same place, I saw that flirtatious little minx sneak into the closet with her boss and knew what was going on. This time, I waited until Mr. Simon walked back to his office, tucking his shirt into his pants and slicking back his hair. I walked into his office telling him I needed to show him the latest financials, strangling him with my tie, until he was blue in the face. What a shame he had a heart attack, everyone said.

Well, I just knew that Mara would go out with me now because she wouldn’t care if I got murdered in the throes of passion with her!

“I wouldn’t go out with you if you were the last man on earth,” she said. “Didn’t I make myself clear the first time you asked?”

Well, what could I do? I took my razor knife and slit her throat. Never let it be said that I didn’t believe in equal rights!

#challenge  #IDidntSetOutToBecomeASerialKiller  #TwistedEnding  #EqualRights 
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Defined
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Night Sky

Defined by the mystery of blackness,

she can’t fill the holes emptied by others.

She wears open wounds as badges,

chewed by countless sharpened teeth.

She folds her body into broken segments,

her thoughts dissipating through marrow,

a passing shadow leaving no traces.

She strolls hand in hand with inner voice

telling her she wasn’t designed or defined

to borrow the wind or charge the air

of someone who she can never be.

Shaped by her past, she must forge

her own passage, seeking new joy

in reunion with unfolding sky of night.

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Defined
Written by sandflea68
Night Sky
Defined by the mystery of blackness,
she can’t fill the holes emptied by others.
She wears open wounds as badges,
chewed by countless sharpened teeth.
She folds her body into broken segments,
her thoughts dissipating through marrow,
a passing shadow leaving no traces.
She strolls hand in hand with inner voice
telling her she wasn’t designed or defined
to borrow the wind or charge the air
of someone who she can never be.
Shaped by her past, she must forge
her own passage, seeking new joy
in reunion with unfolding sky of night.

#challenge  #Defined  #BrokenSegments 
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Water
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Water Fingers

I am water,

tap dancing on souls

with ethereal feet,

flowing through veins,

moody and reckless.

Permeating layers

of skinned stone,

plunging membranes

of crystal water.

Moving like silk

through rumpled sheets.

Slow and sweltry tenacity

increasing to throbbing,

fingers of water

urgently touching

dry, fiery river bed.

My flooding waters

can create or destroy,

every drop of me

is your life,

shimmering spirit

of hope.

Turbulence,

racing blindly

in thirsty gulps,

splashes of fine mist

swimming onward,

puddling on skins.

Vagabond drops

of water meandering

boldly to the sea.

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Water
Written by sandflea68
Water Fingers
I am water,
tap dancing on souls
with ethereal feet,
flowing through veins,
moody and reckless.
Permeating layers
of skinned stone,
plunging membranes
of crystal water.
Moving like silk
through rumpled sheets.
Slow and sweltry tenacity
increasing to throbbing,
fingers of water
urgently touching
dry, fiery river bed.
My flooding waters
can create or destroy,
every drop of me
is your life,
shimmering spirit
of hope.
Turbulence,
racing blindly
in thirsty gulps,
splashes of fine mist
swimming onward,
puddling on skins.
Vagabond drops
of water meandering
boldly to the sea.

#challenge  #fwater  #TapDancingOnSouls 
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Write anything that has the phrase "You deserve better" somewhere in it.
Written by sandflea68 in portal Fiction

Sacred Place

You deserve better

     I wield my pen

     polish your beauty

     mirror your soul

     coddle it on paper

You deserve better

     I inscribe your scars

     with angel’s breath

     wrap you in loving words

     meant to embrace

You deserve better

     I understand your pain

     bedeck in gauzy words

     draw the butterscotch moon

     to radiate on your face

You deserve better

     My words breathe for you

     to give you respite

     erasing the smudges

     that tarnish your life

You deserve better

     I autograph a tranquil mind

     expose you to a gossamer life

     draw the inner art of you

     let you find your sacred place.

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Write anything that has the phrase "You deserve better" somewhere in it.
Written by sandflea68 in portal Fiction
Sacred Place
You deserve better
     I wield my pen
     polish your beauty
     mirror your soul
     coddle it on paper

You deserve better
     I inscribe your scars
     with angel’s breath
     wrap you in loving words
     meant to embrace

You deserve better
     I understand your pain
     bedeck in gauzy words
     draw the butterscotch moon
     to radiate on your face

You deserve better
     My words breathe for you
     to give you respite
     erasing the smudges
     that tarnish your life

You deserve better
     I autograph a tranquil mind
     expose you to a gossamer life
     draw the inner art of you
     let you find your sacred place.

#challenge  #youdeservebetter 
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Name
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Whisper My Name

You run your words along my spine

when you whisper my name.

Husky voice of passionate embrace

bringing me to heights of want,

surfing your waves of need,

yielding to wafted passion

cushioned deeply in my ear.

You tenderly wrap my name

in gossamer tissues of love

opening to my name

chiseled in granite

for all eternity,

murmured flames

of my identity.

Name resonates

through floating echoes

and is absorbed

through my skin.

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Name
Written by sandflea68
Whisper My Name
You run your words along my spine
when you whisper my name.
Husky voice of passionate embrace
bringing me to heights of want,
surfing your waves of need,
yielding to wafted passion
cushioned deeply in my ear.
You tenderly wrap my name
in gossamer tissues of love
opening to my name
chiseled in granite
for all eternity,
murmured flames
of my identity.
Name resonates
through floating echoes
and is absorbed
through my skin.

#challenge  #name  #repost 
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Written by sandflea68 in portal Haiku

Never the Twain Shall Meet

Amber moon shifts west

shadows steal silently east

no meeting of minds

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Written by sandflea68 in portal Haiku
Never the Twain Shall Meet
Amber moon shifts west

shadows steal silently east

no meeting of minds


#haiku  #opposites 
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Make up a character! Give me all the details you can about them make them so detailed that they could be standing next to you.
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Untamed

Her eyes were the sea – you know, that mingled color between cerulean and aqua that changed and flowed and metamorphosed with the currents; sometimes turbulent and other times calm but with a flash of spirit, promising the abundance of her riches. Her ebony hair catapulted with the breezes, flashing touches of auburn and flecks of white. But ahhh – the skin – it was the silk of which dreams are born - tawny and rich, moist and golden. The lushness of her body lulled me into a false sense of security but when I plunged her depths, I encountered what true sensuality and eroticism could be. Long crimson nails drew blood in little trails down my back but left me begging for more. Her lush lips gathered me in fantasies and ecstasies that I never had encountered. Long tan legs went on forever until they reached her promised land, encompassing all that I ever was. My wild island woman lifted me to heights I never thought possible until she blew away, without a backward glance, caught in the tropical wind toward other islands in the sun, seeking the opulence of other treasures. But I knew that I would hear her siren call forever, way off in the distance, echoing in my mind, “Come to me, come to me!”

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Make up a character! Give me all the details you can about them make them so detailed that they could be standing next to you.
Written by sandflea68
Untamed
Her eyes were the sea – you know, that mingled color between cerulean and aqua that changed and flowed and metamorphosed with the currents; sometimes turbulent and other times calm but with a flash of spirit, promising the abundance of her riches. Her ebony hair catapulted with the breezes, flashing touches of auburn and flecks of white. But ahhh – the skin – it was the silk of which dreams are born - tawny and rich, moist and golden. The lushness of her body lulled me into a false sense of security but when I plunged her depths, I encountered what true sensuality and eroticism could be. Long crimson nails drew blood in little trails down my back but left me begging for more. Her lush lips gathered me in fantasies and ecstasies that I never had encountered. Long tan legs went on forever until they reached her promised land, encompassing all that I ever was. My wild island woman lifted me to heights I never thought possible until she blew away, without a backward glance, caught in the tropical wind toward other islands in the sun, seeking the opulence of other treasures. But I knew that I would hear her siren call forever, way off in the distance, echoing in my mind, “Come to me, come to me!”
#challenge  #character  #eroticism 
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Write about something you could not live without.
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Caffeine Touch

Morning drifts in coffee memories

isolated from our pillowed worlds

a steamy uprising of warm bones

vapors of coffee stirring languidly

two bodies reflected in shadow of sheets

musky smell kissing rim of early dawn

steamy silk skin soaking up sunshine

coffee cup cradled in sleepy hands

moments of shared time bobbing up

as we savor aftertaste of coffee on lips

world stops as intricate patterns

glow in java mist of coffee grounds.

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Write about something you could not live without.
Written by sandflea68
Caffeine Touch
Morning drifts in coffee memories
isolated from our pillowed worlds
a steamy uprising of warm bones
vapors of coffee stirring languidly
two bodies reflected in shadow of sheets
musky smell kissing rim of early dawn
steamy silk skin soaking up sunshine
coffee cup cradled in sleepy hands
moments of shared time bobbing up
as we savor aftertaste of coffee on lips
world stops as intricate patterns
glow in java mist of coffee grounds.

#challenge  #intimacy  #CantLiveWithout  #java 
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new vs. old
Written by sandflea68 in portal Fiction

Amber Whiskey

‘New’ murmurs to me,

leave the damp fog

of all you every knew.

Sip the amber whisky,

ride on golden steed.

Allow tired memories

to sink below horizon.

The future lures you

with crooked fingers,

wagging promises

over the vista.

Sojourn with me,

taste cutting edge,

seal the ancient

into zippered pocket.

Fall over my cliff

but you cannot,

not ever,

walk backwards!

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new vs. old
Written by sandflea68 in portal Fiction
Amber Whiskey
‘New’ murmurs to me,
leave the damp fog
of all you every knew.
Sip the amber whisky,
ride on golden steed.
Allow tired memories
to sink below horizon.
The future lures you
with crooked fingers,
wagging promises
over the vista.
Sojourn with me,
taste cutting edge,
seal the ancient
into zippered pocket.
Fall over my cliff
but you cannot,
not ever,
walk backwards!

#challenge  #NewVsOld 
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Eenie meenie miney moe
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Never Admit It!

Eenie, Meeny Miney Moe,

Esmeralda is a hoe.

She likes to holler,

let her go,

Give her money,

let her hide.

Don’t ever let her

come inside -

common sense

true and tried .

Open your door,

kick her outside.

Don’t tell your wife,

she won’t abide -

say it’s not true

everyone lied,

if you want to

keep your bride!

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Eenie meenie miney moe
Written by sandflea68
Never Admit It!
Eenie, Meeny Miney Moe,
Esmeralda is a hoe.
She likes to holler,
let her go,
Give her money,
let her hide.
Don’t ever let her
come inside -
common sense
true and tried .
Open your door,
kick her outside.
Don’t tell your wife,
she won’t abide -
say it’s not true
everyone lied,
if you want to
keep your bride!

#challenge  #eenieMeenieMineyMoe 
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