Being in the cabin with her father, after experiencing what she had felt like being locked in a room with a murderer. There was no proof and she wanted to believe the best in her father. She watched him as he watched TV, his face blank of any emotions.  Then again, what had he ever done to recommend him? He'd never really cared about her had he? Sure, he'd done his duty and taken care of her until she was old enough to wo...

She walked towards the living room and paused next to the healer witch who'd helped them. The woman was watching Klaus and who she assumed was Damien as they visited with Natasha. The little girl was staring up at Damien adoringly. It was clear she loved him. Perhaps they were related.  "So, what's your name?" she murmured to the woman. The lady smiled at her.  "Amara. I provide healing to the locals around here since the...

She leaned against the doorframe and watched her father's truck disappear down the dirt road, throwing up dust behind it. Where was it he went all the time? She'd worked up the courage to ask him just yesterday and he'd told her he had a job with a local lumber company.  Even though she had no reason to disbelieve him, she couldn't help but feel he was lying to her. Perhaps it had been something off in his expression or t...

Over the years I got preoccupied with work.  Especially after my divorce. I worked all the time to preoccupy my thoughts so I wouldn’t become too bitter.  It helped for some time, but all I felt was emptiness.  A sense of longing was what I was looking for. Companionship?  Relationship?  Time away from my troubles? Yes! Yes! Yes! I needed all of that and more.  My self-imposed exile would be ending.  I decided to finally...

Ink your memory on canvas Daydream of your blush melanin skin I could drink from your lips Night owl at your poinsettia Never to forsaken;   Could one be so besieged by the first Desire a second And still be wholesome?   Could one be proportional devoted To the butterfly And the bee?   Among the rubbles of treasures Envied was among Gold; Tanzanite Within the wilderness Lullaby you became Never to forsaken;   ©  Christena...

With an open mouth, I breathed you inside,  Fearlessly, you nested in my ribcage, Hanging bobbles, you settled in for the ride My heartbeat bare, center stage    You slept soundlessly on my lungs, Spend your days observing the muscles of my heart The way it pulsed, it spoke in tongues How did you enjoy this new start?   Days passed as you poked and prodded, Through every inch of flesh, Through all the blood that clotted U...

"Are you there, my dear Eloise?" she called out to the shadows. She waited in still silence, hanging on hope. Her pulse grew as the wind picked up, rattling the windows. She spun around, searching for a figure in the darkness. Wood creaked underneath her as she stepped closer. "I still think of you, my dear Eloise. The way your hair tangles in the wind, the way you squint when you're upset, the softness of your lips..." s...

16th of February – Season 1 Rosemary Lekota was not a big racing fan. But she knew that she hadn’t been invited to this pay-per-view to watch the motorsport. She hadn’t been invited to be entertained by these sports entertainers. No… she had been hired to be the entertainment. She was a singer. As one of the newest exports from Lesotho, she was eager to make her mark all over South Africa. Despite being one of the hottest...

❣HAMDA❣ "Hey Mum, I am leaving for my interview and will see you in an hour. And don't forget that I love you!" Hamda said. She walked out the door on a bright and sunny Wednesday morning. Today felt like a good day, and she knew that something good would happen.   ~*~ "Welcome to Black Bels Advertising, how may I help you?" A blonde woman sitting behind the desk asked me. "Good morning, my name is Hamda Cale, and I am he...

"Dad. how did you ask my mother for a first date?” I looked across the small self-laid patio at my daughter, Linda, sitting on the camping chair, regarding me with her mother’s deep brown eyes. At fourteen-years-old pushing fifteen, she was budding to emulate the beautiful bloom that was her mother. I was not surprised by the nature of her question. Nor the timing. Her mother was away shopping while her two elder brothers...

Listening In The Rain I'm a good listener; always have been. Especially here inside the cemetery—just sitting in my truck, listening to the rain, hearing it tell the story, and waiting for Holly. We don’t have nice winter weather around here, just cold and rainy. The only thing it’s good for is hunting, especially for deer. But I don't hunt—not anymore. Winter became my favorite season after meeting Holly. I’d been drivin...

She was perplexed and in pain she had spent a great deal of time writing a love story to her man and he had said nothing about it   She was waiting on the terrace in her pretty white frilly lace dress sure to please him when he arrived home from work that day   Her heart was filled with fire deep desire and passion and he seemed oblivious to that but she hoped things would change   She heard the door and she jumped it was...

Mrs. Bucannon appeared to be a sensible person. She wore a simple gown and tasteful jewelry. If she wore makeup, I couldn't tell. She was a blond version of Grace, and her icy blue eyes were looking at me strangely.   A pair of screaming females met Grace at the entrance to the parlor and whisked her off for girl talk. I breathed a sigh of relief as they left the room. Contrary to popular belief, being in a room full of w...

You told me that I had to learnand learn boundariesand learn patiencebut my heart didn't want toWe had been away for awhilebut we found each other againthe old memoriesmaking way for new onesthe past forgiven and put asidefor a fresh new beginninga time to grow and learn againto find each other's hearts desiresbut my heart wanted to do more my blood pumped in my veins threatening to burst from the the well of deep desire...

Two reside within these walls but not the walls you expect within me there are twin egos fighting to be one again   one is playful and sassy too one is quite straight laced but when the two combine as one the fun really starts to begin   now one we will call leather and the other one lace but together they are wild and most of the time hard to resist   born as one but split late in life when things were out of control whe...