The Ruined Summer


” I can’t believe you just said that to me. Go a way. Leave me alone. I never want to see you again.” Rose wept into her hands. Her legs were wobbling and she knew she was about to collapse to the ground. She didn’t want Jason to see her in that position. Crying in front of him was humiliating enough.

Jason ignored her pleas and came over to her and put his arm around her. As his arm touched her shoulder Rose’s body jolted and her hand came up slapping him across the face. ” I said, leave me alone. You are nothing but scum. I trusted you. How could you do this to me?

Oh God, it’s no big deal. People do it all the time. You don’t see any of your other friends acting totally insane like you do you?”

” What? What are you saying? I am not like other people. I am Rose and no one else. I am not trying to win population votes here. I loved you Jason. You said I was the only one and now I find out through gossip that you were with another last night.”

” So, it is no big deal. That other girl means nothing to me. In fact, if you want to know the truth, she sort of forced herself on me. I think she slipped something in my drink last night. You know I would never hurt you intentionally don’t you?”

Once again he walked closer to her and took his arms and placed them around her waist. Rose looked up into his icy-blue eyes. She saw no regrets. Mirrors of laughter reflected back at her. Mocking and laughing at her for being so foolish and the biggest fool.

She gathered up all of her strength and drew her knee up landing him good right in the male  parts. This knocked him down to the ground. He rolled from side to side in pain. Next he came back to his senses and stood up brushing dirt off of his pants.

” No one gets a way with trying to  hurt me. Rose, you will pay for this. You will pay for this good. I will ruin you. I will destroy what little reputation you have. You will regret ever kneeing me. You will see.”

He started to walk a way and he then turned back as he heard her voice.

” No Jason, I will be the one ruining your precious reputation. For if I find out that I am pregnant I will tell everyone what you did to me. I will call the police and have you arrested for  rape. I will tell your parents. If I am pregnant, you will pay dearly for the rest of your life. No, it will me that destroys you. Don’t you ever forget it.”

He turned around and walked a way, shaking his head at her rude comments. Who did she think she was threatening him like this. He was the Captain of the Basketball team. He was on the honor roll. His parents owned two businesses in town. She was such a loser.

Rose walked a way never looking back in his direction. She couldn’t believe she had bought that crap that he loved her. She had been saving herself for the right person. He had told her everything she had ever want to hear. They had spent the entire school year together every minute. To know that he was screwing around on her behind her back was the worst thing that had ever happened to her.

She went through the front door and up the stairs to her bedroom. She threw her clothes off and started the shower. Getting in the hottest water her body could handle she scrubbed until her skin was bright red.

She wanted nothing more than to start her life all over. To wash any memories of where he had touched her. As she stood in the steamy shower she hoped and prayed this didn’t lead to anything worse than the fight they had just had.lily

Love, What Once Was


I saw him coming towards me. Looking straight a head his eyes never meet mine. His soul being left behind from years gone by. Memories he lived with, a cold heart remains still.

There was once upon a time when our eyes would meet and the heat between us would fire up as if someone had stoked our coals. We would reach out for one another, hands touching, hearts beating to the rhythm of love.

We became one again as we lay on the familiar places that hold our most intimate secrets that only the two of us have ever created. In the shadows of the night his touch would fill spots that only he knew in such a personal way.

No fumbling, accurate timing, taking me to limits way above the clouds. But now, only slight memories remain. Digging deep into my past, trying to surface what is left, only to find tears being shed from my eyes. The heart takes a dip and lowers into doom and if I am not careful, I can fall in to the pit of depression.

Today, he walks by me, our arms do not brush and I look out over the horizons wondering my future. Remembering what once was and what could once be again. Wanting to be touched but returning to my cold, empty bed once again.

Lying in the darkness, my cat reaches out to me, purring and cuddling up to me. I reach out knowing exactly his favorite places to touch. Behind his ears, rubbing his belly, he purrs, showing me he is enjoying the special attention. Letting me know he is forever my friend, snuggling up close to me.

Even my pet seems to know that his owner is lonely, and as he tries to do his best, I wait, while two tears fall to the side, hoping and carrying my faith that once again I will know love.

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Picture it & Write, Blind Sight Edition


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The moon was bright as he made his way out into the dark streets. The lamp posts joined with the moon gave enough light to see where he stepped.

Dressed in dark clothing he walked towards one lighted post. Standing under it giving off a soft glow he waited. I peeked out my bedroom window to gaze at the stars. Dressed in my nightgown shivers rippled down my spine as I spotted the night walker.

My eyes fixated on him, drying out from lack of blinking I wondered if he could see me too. I pulled my collar closer around my neck and pulled my vanity chair closer to the window. As if I was sneaking around I sat down trying to be so motionless, less I catch his eyes looking in my direction.

The stranger paced back and forth. His stride taking in the specks of glass on the sidewalk  reflecting from the light. He stopped and turned. Did he see me? He pulled his wide-brimmed hat down towards his chin. Maybe he was getting chilled as I was.

The game of mouse to see who would catch who first. He turned and looked. He was looking in my direction. Oh my God, has he seen me staring at him without permission?  I froze in my seat. I breathed when forced. He quickly looked a way and I breathed slowly out.

He glanced up and down the streets and then moved a way from the light and out of my view. I leaned over to my vanity and took a cigarette out of the gold holder. My hands shook as I tried to light it. I inhaled deeply hoping that the drug would bring a peace over my trembling body.

I put the butt out in the ash tray and started to stand to pull the blinds shut when I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye. My God, he is back. Cemented to my chair I didn’t move. My eyes couldn’t do anything but blink. Fluttering and causing my eyes to water. I squeezed them tight trying to wash a way the fear.

I saw two lovers holding hands on the opposite corner from him. He made no motion to approach them as they stopped to embrace each other. They continued their walk and I saw the black shadow take something out of his shirt pocket. A dim light proved to me that he was a smoker.

What is he doing? I can see him pulling something else out of his coat pocket. Is he going to try to hurt me? Is he angry because I have been spying into his private life?  I lean down a little as to hide my body but unable to take my eyes a way from him. I know my shadow still reflects in his view.

I see him take the item and place it to his ear. He is talking on a cell phone. My God woman, you are losing your mind. You have let the shadows over take your mind. The eerie moon with the deformed shadows have spooked you. .

Just because he reminds you of the story long ago about the headless horseman doesn’t give you permission to flip out now.  I watch him still unable to move. I see another form walking up the street.She is coming his way.

I suck in my breath waiting to see what he will do as the stranger comes closer. She approaches him on the same side of the street. Watch out lady. He is up to no good. Cross the street lady. Get on the other side. Better yet, turn the other way and run for your life.

She comes closer and he is standing still watching her every move. Closer she gets. My breathing has stopped.  I watch my hands glued to the edge of my seat. She is there. She is standing in front of him.

The two bodies are facing each other. The moon gives off a bright glimmer that surrounds the two standing so close. She takes his hat off and drops it to the ground. He wraps his coat around her and her body disappears. In one motion he lifts her body so that her feet are surrounded by air. His coat drops to the ground and he twirls her around three times.

He stands her gently on hard ground and bends into her kissing her lips for what seems to be forever. The two become separate. She gives him his hat and he slips his coat on. They lock hands and the two start walking a way. He turns back as if he has forgotten something. He looks up at my window and waves and then the two continue their journey.

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FWF Free Wrote Friday; Inspired by Waiting Bridges


waiting bridgeThe sun was shining through the trees. Casting shadows that shimmered  through the leaves. The wooden plank delivered two souls in to one.

Standing at the far end, looking, shading eyes not missing any movement. She was waiting for the one who could fulfill every desire bubbling within her.

This is where the two had met at an earlier time. Each walking deep in thought. Looking into each others eyes as they passed. His brown eyes brought a spark to surface. Her blue eyes, were deeper than any blue waters he had ever seen.

Walking past each other, slowing down, stealing a glance back at each other. A pause in step; stillness all around, as their eyes locked on to each other. Neither daring to move, for fear the magic of the moment may disappear.

Slowly turning around, softly stepping towards each other. They come close enough to touch, but the only movement was the heart beats locking on to one another. “Hi, my name is Sean”. “Hi, my name is Autumn”. ” Do you walk this way often”? “Yes, every morning, but today is different. I had things that kept me a way until now”. “This is my lucky day then”.

He is so handsome, she thought. She is more beautiful than any summer day, he thought. Eyes looking into eyes, hands slowly reaching to each others cheek. Fingers caressing lips. The two drew close until they could feel the breath of the other. He tilted her chin up and brushed her red pouty lips. She returned his kiss by slowly opening her mouth.

” I have dreamed of you. You came to me last night. Your lips touched mine as you have just touched my lips. I am a virgin, and I have been waiting for my prince to come swoop me up into his arms and love me for the rest of my life” she softly spoke.

He bent into her ear, softly leading his tongue, outlining the edges. He bit ever so softly on her lobe, sending shivers racing down her spine. He stood back up and locked eyes with hers. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the grasses that wrapped themselves around the bridge.

He laid her down and she watched as he unbuttoned each of his pearly white buttons. She drank in the ripples of his muscles as he unlatched his belt and undid the silver buttons that protected his manhood.

He leaned over her and turned her neck to one side, and with hot breaths he kissed her neck. He knelt down and let his warm hands slide under her petticoat, sliding it down,exposing her garden to him.

He kissed her inner thighs with passion, moving himself closer to the offering he was about to receive. Within moments the two became one. The birds flew above the trees. The sky became bluer. The sun shone brighter.

Explosions of fireworks colored the forest. The flowing waters  beneath the bridge became calm. The breathing slowed. The dream became reality. Now as she stood at the end of the long bridge, shading her eyes, missing no movement, she waited for her prince to come to her rescue once again.

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NaNoWriMo, Chapter 3


Paul sat and thought about Slim when he hung up the phone from her. She was too

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beautiful and could make him do things he was no wanting to do. Most of his clients were men who had routine jobs for him. Checking up on a cheating wife, or dealing with a thug that was trying to collect on a debt. He had never been approached for murder for a price.

He went over to his easy chair and flipped the television on, and surfed through the channels, not seeing anything that would hold his interest. He stood up and walked over to the kitchen rummaging through the refrigerator, and decided to fix himself some fried eggs.

While sitting at his table eating, his mind kept drifting back to the lady with the swinging hips. He also realized that he was bored, didn’t want to really do anything and he had to admit he was lonely. Why not call her and have her come over. They could sit down and discuss some more options. Surely, he could convince her there were other ways to handle her situation besides murder.

He tinkered with this idea, while gulping down the last of his eggs, and washing it down with some cold coffee. No, it wasn’t a good idea to call her, let it be, business only. Damn, this was driving him crazy, just call the dame and let’s get this over. He decided he was going to tell her he was not the man for her job, and to find someone else to do her dirty work.

He put his plate and fork in the sink and went over and dialed her number, and she picked it up on the second ring. He heard that silky voice that sent shivers down his spine. She asked if he had changed his mind and was going to give her his address so she could come over and talk.

He said yes, he was going to give her his address as he did not have that much going on today. He told her the directions and she said she would be there in less than half an hour. The two hung up and Paul walked into his bathroom and scratching his shadow, he decided he may as well be presentable; after all, she was trying to hire him.

He finished shaving and splashed some cologne on his face and went into his bedroom and slipped off his shirt and put a better one on. He put some socks on and then went back out to the living room to wait. He decided to make a fresh pot of coffee, so he went to the kitchen to start the coffee maker, when the doorbell rang.

He went to the door and opening it she blew in throwing her jacket off on his couch, and smoothly turning and throwing herself in his arms, knocking the two of them on to the couch, and then falling off on to the floor. She lying on top of him, flipping her hair out of her face, looking into his eyes, and he, so close to her, could smell her sensuality, he lost all of his senses, and he rolled her over with her lying on her back on the floor. And he yanked at her blouse she had on, popping all buttons, exposing the soft mounds hiding under the wire covering.  He slithered his hand up under her skirt, and with one hand tore her panties off of her, exposing warm flesh to him.

He scooted himself up to her hair and stretched it upward, forcing her neck to rise, and biting her neck, and kissing her ears, brought moans of joy from her lips. While kissing her his other hand was searching unknown territories under her skirt. Her body rose to his giving him permission to explore farther.

He removed his hand and brought it up to her one nipple and he gently squeezed it and then he rolled her over and unhooked her bra, forcing it to fall away from the fleshy mounds, showing perky nipples. His mouth found its way to the tips of them and he nibbled ever so softly on first one and then the other, cupping each one in his hand. She moaned deeper for him, and then he wiggled his body down and began to kiss her navel and eventually found his way down to the secret garden.

When she felt the touch of his lips, her body took over and it rose up and down to each of his touches. This turned him on so much, that his manhood could be felt firmly against her thighs. She started to scream, to take me, and take me now. Make love to me dammit, here and now!

He could not hold himself back anymore and so he went back and forced her mouth open  searching every dark spot inside of her mouth with tongue, and then lowering himself on top of her, he went from a slow and steady pace to becoming faster and harder, and slamming her into the floor deeper and deeper. The more she screamed, the more he thrust himself into her.  After several minutes they both exploded in sheer delight, and then he toppled off of her and lay on the floor beside her, and each one was breathing so heavily, it took a few moments for their breathing to calm down.

He stood up wrapping himself in a blanket from the couch and went and put his clothes back on, going to the kitchen table and lighting up a cigar. She eventually got up and asked him for a shirt of his so she could get dressed, laughing that she could not wear that blouse anymore with the buttons missing.

He pointed towards his bedroom and told her the closet was on the left, help herself to anything hanging on the right side of the closet. She disappeared into his room and soon came out with a long sleeve shirt on showing those sexy legs of hers. It almost made him want to throw her back down and have his way with her again, but he was too tired.

He continued to puff on his cigar, and she sat down at the table smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary. She was sure that with giving him the ultimate gift of her, he would be willing to now do whatever it was that she asked of him.

She came out with the words of have you thought over what I have asked you to do? Have you made a decision yet?  His response was not going to do it. She looked straight in his eyes and said,”What? You are not going to do as I ask?” He said,”Nope, it just isn’t in the cards for me babe.”

Her once baby soft eyes turned to daggers and she ran over to him and started slapping him where ever her hands could reach. He reached out and told her, “Back off kitty cat, put those claws away, you are not going to change my mind. I don’t care how much money you offer, I am not going to jail for anyone.”

With that, she went over to the couch and put her clothes back on, and grabbed her jacket and turning back to him, she flipped him off, and told him to go to hell, and with that she opened the door and slammed it so hard behind her the pictures on his wall shook.  He laughed to himself, as he said, you lose some, and you win some, and that was a nice win for me.