Sunday, September 11, 2011

When I Look Into Your Eyes

When I look into your eyes, I see fire. A fire meant for me. I see the fire of your passion, the fire of your anger and pain. All burning together in one flame. Just for me.

When I look into your eyes, I see us. The us that existed before him. The him I wish would burn up in your fire. And leave you. Just for me.

When I look into your eyes, I see sadness. The sadness that has frozen my heart within my breast. The sadness you have left just for me.

Inspired by Carry On Tuesday.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Seaside Misery

The water droplets spread across his chest and arms radiated a sensuality I just couldn't ignore. I plunged into the sea next to him, pushing above the surface inches away from his steady form. He waded there, in front of me, simply watching. His eyes, the most beautiful brown I have ever seen, warm and spicy like cinnamon or nutmeg, drenched my body in the most delicious heat. I held it there to my chest, never wanting to let it go. But I must let it go as his next words reminded me.

"I suppose you will be getting married tomorrow, then."

"I suppose."

William and I swam to shore and rested our naked bodies on the white sand, wrapped in front of his beach house like the Great Wall. If only it could keep me from the world forever.

"I suppose," I said again.

He rolled me half onto his chest and I buried my face in his skin. Oh, how I wished I could be immune to his scent, his taste, his sound! But no, I was doomed to feel his presence as strongly as I ever have now and forever.

We could never find stolen moments like these when I was married. It could never be. Never again could I hear his deep voice or feel his skin like this, so close to mine. With that ring came a house and that house was a whole country away.

This could never be again.

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Daughter of Triton

I fought against the urge to breathe. It made my lungs burn but I had to resist. The water maiden pulled me lower and lower. Deeper and deeper. Until there was nothing. No light to kalaidescope around me like dozens of stars in the sea. No distant sounds, muffled by the water's weight. Nothing. Except her. I could see her still in this darkness. Her ebony hair and fishscale eyes. Her beauty frightened me and yet I could not look away.

Her lips met mine and I could breathe again. I sighed relief and twisted my body into a swim next to hers. She led me deeper into her home, the world growing brighter with each spastic kick of my legs. I tried to move my legs, both together, in the graceful way hers moved but I failed. How did she move so? She was no fish, no dolphin or shark. So how?

She placed a red cap on my head and smiled. I didn't smile back. I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to! But I didn't. We were alone in this sea, at this moment, and I did not want to smile at her in this way.

Soon, we came upon a palace, built into the reef. The water swirled around it, white foam riding the walls and dipping into the doors and windows as a lover would delve his tongue into a woman. The sensuality disturbed me and I let go of the maiden's hand. She gurgled something at me, eyes wide and confused. I ignored her and moved ahead but with my ineptitude she quickly passed me and was in the lead again.

Before I could enter the splendor of this underwater paradise, a man overtook us. A bone-like crown circled his temples like a laurel leaf and his eyes, deep obsidian, bore into my soul. I opened my mouth to speak but alas my English tongue could not translate to his ocean tongue. His bronzed hand, huge and barbaric, leapt out at my face. I turned to cover my eyes but he only ripped the red cap from my head. He gripped it at his hip, a crumpled and pathetic piece of cloth, and stared at me. His eyes flipped from the water maiden to my person and suddenly I realized. This man was her father. His arm around her shoulder, hugging her to his chest, confirmed it.

Without the protection of the red cap the air left my lungs and I couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes, clutched at my throat, but to no avail. I tried to flee but found my legs too heavy. When I opened my eyes I saw the maiden break from her father's hold. She clutched my wrist in her slippery fingers and began to swim frantically to the surface. We rode the currents but it was too much. My eyes began to close, the world faded, and I sucked the seawater into my hungry lungs.

Inspired by Sunday Scribblings.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Captivating Light

The stranger glided closer. Winds circled around to push Rose forward, whipping golden hair into her eyes. The strands were shining, blinding. Rose clamped her eyes shut but couldn't resist another peek at the man's purple-grey eyes. They beckoned her soul to rising. It slid up into her heart but Rose fought back. She wrenched herself free from the winds, pulling into the shadows where the man's light could not reach. But it could reach her there. She found out when his moonlight danced under the cover of darkness, illuminating her sanctuary with its obscene glow. That glow was there in his eyes, too. Obscene and leering. Smiling. He knew he would win. She knew it too. She didn't want to but she did. The man stepped into the shadows and chased the rest away like fire and rats. Scurrying away. Her shadows. He tipped her face up with a finger under her chin. Rose looked into those purple-grey eyes and forgot everything. The world. The danger. Her own life. All forgotten. The man tightened his grip and pulled her face up higher. He smiled and a breeze carried the rest of her soul out from her throat, loosened by the look in his eyes. Her soul slid up, up, up and out past trembling lips, falling into the void.

Inspired by Sunday Scribblings.

Friday, July 15, 2011

The Outsider

Hey guys,

Whenever I look at this picture I keep thinking of a brilliant short story. So instead of doing a writing response I'm going to do a reading response. The story is "The Outsider" by H.P. Lovecraft and I suggest all you writers (and readers) out there check it out. It is brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!


Saturday, June 25, 2011

Christmas Joy

Emily tore through the presents under the tree, her claws ripping into gift wrap and tissue paper and tossing it all aside like a rag doll. She did get a doll actually. From her Aunt Ruth. Too bad she was too old for dolls.

The porcelain doll hit the floor with a thud, her little face cracking down the middle. When Emily had finished opening cameras, clothes, and jewellery, she turned on her parents like a wolf.

"Is that all there is?"

Her mom blinked away tears and her dad glared at her.

"You've been given over twenty gifts, even one from Santa--"

"You mean you."

Her dad frowned.

"Isn't that enough?"

Inspired by Carry on Tuesday and Sunday Scribblings.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Maffick Monday has begun

Hey all,

The first Maffick Monday prompt is now up. Yes, it is up early but I'm going to be camping so for this post it is Maffick Friday.

So come post and have fun.