The Taurus and the boy
Note: Wrote it one afternoon over Facebook it just a very early draft of a long story I am working on. Wanted to share a bit of it, have fun!
There he laid on his back thinking of the many things he had done in his life and there was nothing much to show off his accomplishments as there were not that many. He sighs. He mind begins to wonder off, to a distant place, and he is no longer in the room he was before. He is surrounded by trees and a dark sky. He is confused... he tries to find an exit but there is none.
After walking around for a bit, he find himself face to face with a mystical creature that almost steps over him. It is a big Taurus or something that looks like a big bull. The creature looks down at him and asks, "What are you doing here?" He just stays quiet and trembles in a shock like state. The creature asks him once again, but he just continues shaking... The creature upset now comes so close to him....
It breathes heavily on his face and he takes all that breath into his body. It stinks like nothing he had smelled before, tears roll down his cheeks as the creature now looks more agitated. He finally, lets out a sound and the creature backs up a bit, but still looking down at him. He tells the creature that he doesn't know how he got there, and that he is lost.
A few seconds of quietness pass by but it feels like an eternity for him as the creature just stares at him tirelessly. The creature makes a sudden move and signals him to get on his back. He does as he is told and the creature gallops then slowly the scenery changes to a bright clear sky and green all around, with mountains on the distance and the cold breeze touching his face as the creature speeds up.
The creature with him on its back, ascend fast up the mountain and they get higher and higher. Finally, they arrive at the top of the mountain where he finds himself right in front of a big castle with big walls and guards on top pointing at him with bows and arrows. The creature stops and signals him to get off, he obeys. And when he looks back, the creature has disappeared. The guards let down the bridge...
And a guard cross the bridge and welcomes him. He asks him that what is his name and he tells him that, his name is his name is “Evan” the guard tells him that humans need to register with the human consul before he is allowed to wonder around the kingdom. He agrees and the guard and Evan walk across the bridge.
When Evan, steps inside the castle he is greeted by a sight of unreal objects and interesting characters. From the creatures we can only dream of, to the craziest stuff one can imagine. The guard keeps a few steps ahead of him, and he tries to take all in, but his mind just goes in a state of euphoria and shock at the same time. Something inside him jumps with joy, and wonders why he is feeling that.
The guard leads him through a labyrinth of alleys and bridges before they arrive to big mansion with two guards guarding the doorway. They open the door for Evan and he steps in, the guard that led him here stayed behind. Evan walks on a corridor of stones that is in the middle of a big garden covered in beautiful green grass and trees full of apples and other fruit.
It is a welcomed change by his nose that still wearing off the deep stinky smells of the Taurus. At the end of the corridor he sees an open door with music coming out of it. He walks fast towards it and he steps into the mansion. There he is greeted by a tall and pale woman wears too small spectacles for her big nose and big brown eyes. She asks him for his name and how he came into this world, Evan quickly gives her a quick account of the events that happened and his name. She takes out a brown book and writes down his name and the description he gave him. She scans him once again from top to bottom as if she had infrared eyes. She takes a key from her desk and hangs it to him along with a change of clothes, which look more like the locals he saw were wearing. She leads him to another room, and tells him that it is going to be his room and that he needs to rest. She parts and Evan is left on a big room with big windows where he can see almost everything that is going outside and the sun in setting down...
---To be continued---
Life Moves on and I stay still
Long time I do not post on this site and oh well don't know why... anyways after all this is my personal site. A few updates is that I have been busy and not that much time to write I miss it a lot. I wish I had all the time in the world just to write but that can't happen. I do write at times but thats mostly for my work and not for just the sake of writing and be creative. I shall get back to writing once again soon, I just need to change things a bit so it allows me time to write and to be productive at work at the same time.
A short story follows just free writing and whatever comes to my mind first. Might as well write something now that I am writing this entry.
---- Refrain from Memory----
At times she remembers when she used to be alive. Tears roll down her face as he looks her reflection on the water and the wind combs the tall green ancient grass. There is no more big brother or parents to watch over her. They have been left on the world of the living. She hated her brother and parents at times, but she would trade her life in paradise just to see them for one minute and thank them for all their love and take all in for one last time.
When she parted the living world it was in the strangest way, or at least from what she remembers. One moment she was walking back from school on her usual routine of going up a steep hill when a car out of control without brakes crashed against an electric pole and the electric cables snapped and killed her instantly. The last thing she heard was the electric cable breaking the wind. And it was all over.
For a bit she fell into nothingness; it was all pitch black around her and all the memories slow began playing backward. Memories slowly began erasing from her mind she tried to held a few of her most precious memories but it made her head hurt so much that it was a pain she had never experienced before. Eventually she passed out.
How to Kill a Spider
How to Kill a Spider
By Chelsa H.
First notice the huge brown spider crawling across the ceiling while you are lying in bed with a good book. At first be too scared to move. Spiders have never really been your thing. Realize that if it falls off the celling, it will land on you and touching a spider gives you the chills.
Scream for your husband and jump off the bed into the safety of the bathroom doorway. Watch as he comes running in thinking you were screaming for an actual emergency and try to explain this is an emergency. Bat your eye lashes while he is telling you that you are worthless and good for nothing. Smile when he slides past you cowering in the doorway and grabs a wad of toilet paper heading for the toilet, gone forever with one flush.
Say “thank you dear” as the man you married mumbles something under his breath as he is walking out of the room, back to whatever he was in the middle of before this spider interrupted you. Curl back up in your bed and think to yourself you are not worthless, you are good at getting rid of spiders.
Paramour
Paramour
By Lindsay F.
Isabel ran her hands through his honeyed curls, arching her back a bit, drowning in a pool of ecstasy. The first moan had been feigned, for her nerves and self consciousness forbade her handing herself entirely over to Jasper’s charms. But the second bottle of Veuve Clicquot, now sweating on the nightstand, had begun to take hold. The next moan was quite legitimate, but interrupted by the chilling sound of the front gate at the end of the driveway. He was home. Several moments passed, Isabel stunned at her own plan. Lost under the sheets and between her thighs, Jasper hadn’t heard the car rolling over the loose gravel just outside the window. Isabel lay still for a moment, cold with fear. She’d planned this, after all- why the sudden shock?
Of course she hadn’t consulted Jasper. As powerful as he was, he’d always been terrified of consequences. It was true, she loved both men. The question as to which would make her happy was silly to her. She could obviously be happy with either Andon or Jasper. The issue was the degree of her happiness- and Jasper’s. And Andon’s, for that matter. What suddenly occurred to her, as if for the first time, was the pain she was about to inflict on her poor husband. Sweet, simple Andon. He’d never have suspected.
The sound of footsteps on the hard wood hallway floor sent Isabel’s heart pounding as though it would burst through her bare chest. It took only an instant after a plan that had taken days to change her fickle mind. In a sudden flurry of sheets and sticky, delicious sweat, she’d pushed Jasper from the bed, and signaled him to him underneath. Used to potential trouble, he did it with great ease, looked to her eyes in a shared second of panic, and was under the enormous bed in an instant. His toned, yet slim body just fit. Andon was right outside the door. In one graceful movement, Isabel stood, panting, and swept her sheer robe around her shoulders. She raced to the door, swallowed hard, and opened it just before Andon’s hand reached the antique knob.
“My love! I am so glad you’re home. You look absolutely famished! You simply must come with me to the kitchen, Gertrude has made the most spectacular dinner.”
Andon smiled at the goddess he was married to. How fortunate a man he was. He kissed her throat, naïve to the scent of another man all over her body. “Why are you so warm, darling?”
“Oh, yes, isn’t it hot? I tried our window but it seems to be jammed. No matter. Come, let’s go to the kitchen. I’m just starving, aren’t you?”
Andon nodded, grinned, tossed his small leather bag onto the bed from the doorway, and put his arms around his wife.