At dawn, tides sweep the pier, me dizzy with love as the lanterns sway in the ocean breeze. Past couples had carved their hearts into the wooden rails; this tradition was a hook for those suffering with first love. Old boats with steam engines prepare to strip their tarps for paying customers looking for nostalgia. I find you waiting, your eyes a shock of blue. My heart begins to swell with joy, and my voice wants to stick in my throat as I fidget with the chain around my neck. Standing before me, I put my arms around your waist.
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Law Breaker
Hiding in the overgrown thicket, catching my breath after the police chase, I could imagine how a criminal back in the days of complete and utter lawlessness got away with everything under the blistering sun in the sky. They could sink to new lows every day—besting them with yet another, more despicable deviant act.
A bomb went off, my body jerked, and I knew I would need to rinse my undergarments. My foster parents wouldn’t be proud. But I couldn’t continue to fake being part of this lifestyle. The lies were killing me.
Still, I did lead an interesting life.
Family Conflicts
My neck was stiff from stress. It wrenched out of place overnight, making it feel tight down the right side. This would require me to treat it with ice and alternate with heat, too, like I had the time for it. But first, I needed some tea made from dried thistles and raspberries to calm me. Sipping it and listening to the chirping of the wee birds in the garden actually did.
I had to stick to the story my uncle said in a fit of rage. His horns were showing in that moment, and I was blushing with guilt.
Blowing Up Heaven
In the spirit of full disclosure, rage was vibrating outward among all who saw the despair unfold before them, the air tragedy of Flight 923. All were pulsating with anger. “Why on earth did this need to happen?” Anyone with a heart made their presence known with angry shouts. They spoke specifically about the greed contributing to the inferno in the sky. Loosening safety directives and CEOs pulling strings where they ought not; this was the cause of this recent aviation disaster.
I should have tried to calm the crowd, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I turned to walk away.
Evil Lives Here
There was a faint echo from the chiming of the grandfather clock announcing the new hour; my footsteps kept time with the peals. Before I could proceed, I needed to let go of the paranoia rooted deep in my body. I gaze at the slips of affirmations to gain control before the anxiety rises and begins to stir me up. The clock chimes again, the hour loop has gone by so fast. I look up suspiciously to verify that it was true. How many years had it been since I’d ventured into this haunted house that creaks with such fury?
The Sisters Of The True Faith
“The injustice of it all! You do remember the cruelty we endured?” asked Paul. “The nuns claiming their faith made them pure, their crazy ideas, all rubbish! Sure wished we had more strength back then to resist what they forced down our throats.”
The group of men looked around at each other, silently agreeing with Paul. Thankfully, they made their escape to a better life, though the nun’s words still echoed through their minds. Like the plague, they couldn’t shake off their past, but their experience created a bond—a unity that stood the test of time.
Well, until Peter’s arrest.
Transgression
It seems like the breeze was getting stronger—the atmosphere’s ferocity matching this bloody scene we were investigating. One man with a broken back, and the other victim, a large crane strangled in its nest. Guess the news people had no life and felt the need to fill their 24-hour cycle. Rumors were floating about a ghost and people into magic in the area. Everyone had a different story to tell and was eager to share it. There was no need to drag anything out of anyone. This apparent crime scene was the highlight of their evening, maybe their entire life.
Come To Grips
It was time for practice. Groan! I wanted to treasure this contact with my bed, feeling infinite gratitude for the eight hours I just got. With my mind and its constant exhausted state, you would think it was always solid sleep all night through, but no. My state sure does blow a hole in that theory. I want to control my sleep better. Perhaps with some medicinal intervention?
It’s practice time now. While I’m on the floor, let’s hope for a surprise shoot while I serve up extraordinary moves that will generate stories for years. It triggers some much-needed adrenaline.
Tempted By A Demon
That slight touch, his hand sensually draped in the small of my back, the tips of his fingers grazing the top of my curves, incapacitated me. I’d forgotten how intoxicating his filmy stroke on my velvet flesh felt. I heard myself roar the word MORE in my head while strips of clothing fell away to the floor as if the smooth jazz music encircling us, making us sway deliberately, demanded it. We were back in the moment, fully immersed in a time where hearts don’t heed warnings. How long would it be before the ugly truth would reveal itself again?
Odd Circumstances
The flutter overhead was of birds heading south. With my impatience, my fidgeting grew stronger as I waited for the bell to sound, hoping to be dismissed from class soon. Finally, I could emerge from the classroom to deal with the anxiety and still crash if I needed to. My attention drifted towards the sparrows outside the window, and flashed memories that seemed to stretch from my youth all the way to my high school years. Something ominous was preparing for battle.
I could see the puma slinking in the background as the birds continued to migrate towards warmer branches.
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