The sharp in one clear cut, cuts off the neck of the “master” and it falls to the ground. Before the guards arrive she disappears into the night. Guards look for her but she is nowhere to be found.  The sun announces its arrival by painting the surrounding mountains bright orange, devouring the darkness slowly. She reappears at the top of the mountain, and walks towards the edge with her bloody sword…

She drops to her knees and looks up towards the sky with her face still covered in blood. She sighs. Finally the revenge that her father wanted for so long was done, and the “master” was finally dead. Tears roll down her cheeks and she smiles and breaks into a hysterical laugh. The morning birds begin to sing, and at the distance the canons of the loyal army can be heard from the distance…

She knows they are coming for her and she just stays still for a bit, and then opens her arms towards the sky and closing her eyes images of her playing with her father replay on her mind over and over again. The hunting of the wild rabbits, the fishing on the open ocean and yes she can’t forget the time her father forged her first sword. A small one with her initials on it. B.V., she remembers playing for hours with it.

One day the loyal army came to her small town and took every men that could bear a sword, and they took her father. Her father ordered her to hide on their secret house on top of the mountains, and she obeyed, years passed and she continued on living on her own. They got desperate because she heard no news of her father. When she asked the loyal army, they told her to f. off and as she continued her search…

On her search for answers she discovered that her father had been killed by the “master” because he did not want to do the corrupt missions he ordered. Many people told her how the “master” just played with him by killing him slowly by dragging him with his horse, then kicking him until he did not responded anymore and to finish it off, the “master” left him to bleed an underground cell hanging from his writs.

From that day forward she decided to train to be strong enough to take on the “master” and when she did, she studied day and night how the guards rotated around the palace and when the opportunity opened she attacked and killed the “master” with such delight that it had to be one of her most happy moments on her life. The marching footsteps of the loyal army are coming closer and she can already hear the dogs.

The dogs bark and run towards where she is kneel down. She smiles and the loyal guards call their dogs. One of the guards tell her to drop her sword but she just holds on to it tighter and arrows fly across the blue sky sinking deep into her back. She laughs and laughs and blood make a small lake around her. The wind stays still as she slowly hits the ground. The crows fly off at the distance, and the sky turns grey.

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—

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.

She was awaked by warm touch on her heart spread like fire all over her body. When she opened her large brown eyes she was met by a warm smiling face and with a big pair of blue eyes that were almost as clear as water. A little bit later she discovers that there are some other people around her as well all smiling at her. Her head was dizzy from all this but slowly she recovered her senses.  She could not remember anything that had happened and as the people around her began speaking she could not understand them, but a little bit later she was able to make up what they were saying.  After a while she realized she was naked just the others around her.

The place was green all over as far as her eyes could see and enormous trees provided to the many mystical animals that roamed around.  Some of the creatures had enormous horns and some others floated in the air as they run back and forth to the waterfall nearby.  She was left alone by the people that were around her just a few minutes before and she stood up with her now long black hair that covered her almost all the way to her knees. She grew curious of seeing the creatures returning so happy from the waterfall. As she stepped over the green grass she felt as if she was floating in air.

She finally arrived at the waterfall and before her a big lake appeared a few of the creatures were walking over it while the water was being moved by the fresh breeze.  She managed go down to the shore of the lake and touch the water.  She felt it revitalizing and felt happiness all over her body and quickly she jumped into the lake feeling it fresh and feeling as some sort of power penetrated every inch of her body. It was joy and something indescribable that she felt as she swum deeper into the lake.  Before long she found herself alone on the lake and all the creatures were gone.

As she swam back to shore the Sun was slowly setting down and painting the lake yellowish and then changed to an intense red. From a distance she heard a voice calling her and she turned her head.  She saw nothing and just got out of the lake, and when she turned around she was face to face with someone like her but that girl had almost a transparent body except for the long white hair that outlined her tall figure and curves.  She whispered to her but the wind seemed to carry the words away before she could hear her voice.  The mystical girl took her hand and signaled her to sit down. She obeyed and the mystical girl sat beside her on a nearby rock. She looked at her and the mystical girl signaled her to put her head on her lap and she did.  The mystical girl slowly began to comb her long black hair with her long fingers and whispered as if the wind was speaking to her.  She tried to understand what she was saying but she just got lost on the calmness she felt as the mystical girl continued to comb her hair.

After a bit the sun had gone completely and now the lake reflected the full moon on top of it.  The mystical girl pointed her finger to the middle of the lake and she watched as the nocturnal creatures crawled from the lake and the firebugs creatures illuminated the lake and the top of the tall trees all around. It was a surreal sight as more and more illuminated creatures arrived at the shore of the lake to drink water and some dived in.  When she turned around the mystical girl was gone from her side and soon after a group of girls that looked like her approached her and welcomed her officially to the place.

They told her that the mystical girl she had seen was the daughter of the guardian of the tree of life and that she was the one in charge of welcoming new arrivals as well as the one that grants wishes that are on their hearts. They asked her what she wished for, but she said that nothing.  But they told her that the wish she had in her heart had been granted and took her to the lake shore and as they walked in. She began to feel her head hurt as flash back memories crawled on her head and saw images of her father and mother playing with her when she was learning to walk and as they were leaving her for the first time in kindergarten. Her heart jumps in happiness and tears roll down her cheeks then just as a flash the images are gone. The girls told her that it was the wish she had in her heart and that it will still be there at times when she less expects it. She smiled and went off with the girls to explore the rest of the place. Of course she will never finish exploring that place, even creatures that have been there for millions of years have not covered all since new creatures are born every day and new places are open up.

Now and then the girl comes back to the lake to see if she can recover a few more of her memories, at times she is lucky but at times not.  But she is happy with what she can get and will continue to do so for eternity.

—-To Be continue in the far future—-

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.

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.

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By Sean H.

As I fell out of the twelfth story window the ground rushed at me and I was hit by a force that threw me back up towards the heavens. I panicked for a moment, a moment I had not panicked before, but then, the wind rushing through my hair and my coat slapping and flapping behind me, I realized that, no matter what the reason, I was flying over the city, over and unaware people down below.

The human race evolved on the African plains millennia ago, no predators in the trees, no reason to look up, not worth the processing power. Robots, all of them.  Heads on a pivot. Side to side. Except me… and that one there, she looked up; I could see her mouth the famous line under her breath.

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane.”

I was fucking Superman… and if she was willing she would soon be fucking Superman, but first I would have to figure out how to get down… or maneuver at all for that matter, without finishing what I had planned for earlier. Before.

But before what? What had happened? I mean really. Was I flying? Was I being abducted by aliens? Was I still alive? Was I lying on the pavement back at the bottom of that building, people milling about my crushed and decomposing corpse? Was this real life or was it just fantasy? For all I knew I was still standing in that building, looking out across the city and wondering “what if?” That would be almost worse somehow. Worse than being dead? Worse than being crazy?

I looked back to where the woman stood, still looking at me, and my whole body turned and started moving towards her. She was pretty this one. The kind of pretty you see on the cover of Jane Austen novels. Pale skin, dark, curly hair and this one had light blue eyes to set off her other features.  She smiled when she saw I was coming back and my heart warmed.

I don’t even remember landing that first time, but I remember looking her in the eyes and without a word taking her for a ride over the city. No one looked up, African plains and robots and all. We couldn’t cared less.

By Dave C.

I run my hands through her long and lustrous hair. I kiss her forehead, her cheeks and then her neck. My tongue emerges to lick a roadway from her neck to her tiny earlobes and back again. After I nibble on her lobes for what seems eternity, I follow the straightest path to her beautiful face and those plump ripe red lips. I bite those lips that hold the taste of her and suddenly press forward for a strong deep kiss. The kiss is returned with equal fervor; we mingle our tongues and continue this way for many minutes.

We pull apart and both sets of eyes lock onto the other. We stare at each other and gently tease with the knowledge of what is yet to come. I press her down onto the bed and as I hover my tongue begins its downward journey along her well defined body. Chin, neck and oh those beautiful breasts. They are small but firm and afford me much pleasure. After paying them their rightful homage I resume my roadway of exploration.

In a sudden and unexpected move Cathy manages to flip me onto my back and begins her assault on my body. The suddenness and virtuosity of her onslaught caught me unaware and aroused me to a new intensity. We play at this back and forth power shifting until we are ready to explode. At that point we pull back and recharge ourselves. This game of pleasure/torture goes on for at least an hour until we can no longer wait for the ultimate joining of our bodies. Cathy rolls me onto my back again, mounts and losses herself screaming in wild abandon.

Later as we are relaxing, staring at the ceiling and letting our breath return to normal a loud clanging noise forces me into a sitting position. I turn toward the direction of the noise and looking me squarely in the face is my alarm clock demanding my attention.

Simultaneously through the locked door the dulcet of Cathy, our maid. “Sir, please wake up, remember, it’s your first day as a high school senior.”

At that I glance toward the pillow next to mine to find nothing.

By Arvin W.

Begin with an idea. It doesn’t have to be good, but it’ll seem ingenious at the time. Scramble to y our desk while the idea is still fresh in your mind. Fumble through the mess of papers, whiskey, and Chinese takeout boxes in search of a pen and a clean sheet of paper. Find a pen with its tip exposed. Attempt to write before realizing that the pen is empty. Lick the tip, trying to revive the pen. When that fails, curse and toss the pen at the wall. Search through your room for another pen. Find one in a takeout box.

Begin writing your story. Initially, the words should flow freely; you may even complete a page in a few minutes. Slowly notice the flaws in your writing. Convince yourself to continue, everyone says it is better to revise after. Find a huge flaw in your story. Let it stop you. Contemplate various ways to rework the story. Fail and let your mind wander. Wonder how that stain got on the wall. Look out the window and count the cars passing by. Think about other things you could be doing: the friends you could be annoying, the TV you’re missing, the whiskey you’re not drinking. Take a swig. Take another, and another.

Wake up in a puddle, with paper stuck to your face. Crumple the paper and toss it near the trash bin. Try to remember what you were doing. Head to the bathroom. Vaguely recall your story idea. Adjust your aim. Flush the toilet. Look in the mirror. Ignore the mirror. Flop down in the front of your desk. Recalled a failed idea form the past. Confuse it with the story you’re working on. Shuffle through the papers on your desk, looking for your recent story. Eventually give up and search for a clean sheet. Grab the pen on the side of your desk.

Begin writing your story.

By Annie.

I’m seventeen years old today but I don’t know how sixteen is different from seventeen. And then seventeen turns into eighteen and nineteen and twenty, but I don’t like thinking that far ahead. “What is an age but a number?” My mother says to me. She is combing my waist length hair. Sometimes I feel like my hair is weighing me down when I walk. But today it comforts me; I like the smoothness of it and I can smell the lingering scent of green apple shampoo in my hair. I am old enough to be combing my own hair, but I let my mother do this ritual. It comforts her when she’s holding the comb and smoothing out the tangles.

When she tugs gently at my hair, I look at my reflection in the mirror. I see the scratch on my cheek, a zit blooming on my forehead, the roundness of my face and the shadows under my eyes. I see a mess of imperfections. Today is my birthday and I am seventeen. My mother doesn’t believe in birthdays, only that I am still her baby, her only child that was inside her. She has a hard time letting me go out. I hate it when she grumbles about weekend nights with my best friends. I want to go to the movies and not have that nagging worry in the back of my mind. I always worry about her, because she holds her loneliness too close inside. Ever since my father left two years ago, she’s told me that all we have is each other. That you shouldn’t trust buys, that the outside world is dangerous. She likes me here with her, but I feel like I am crumbling. My father didn’t take much with him, just a suitcase, a few books and his watch. I haven’t talked to him since.

She doesn’t have to worry; I am too shy to talk to boys. I’d rather take pictures with my camera; cracks on the sidewalk and flags for sale that are strung up on a red fence. I am the camera toting,  hair to my waist girl at school.  The shy girl, that hides behind her hair. I sigh.

“A hundred strokes,” my mother says. That means she’s done. My hair is slippery smooth and free of tangles for now.

“Can I go over to Laura’s house?” I ask. Laura is my best friend ever since we were five. “It’s my —“ and I catch myself, realizing is wrong word to mention to her. But it’s too late. Even though I don’t say the word, she hears it. My mother hates birthdays. When I was seven I wanted a party, complete with a petting zoo and pointy party hats. I remember wanting to rip open presents and play with my friends all afternoon. The odd thing is I think she only hates celebrating my birthday parties.

“Why do you have to keep growing up?” she asks.

“Why do you hate my birthday so much, mom?” I say. She shakes her head. I can tell she is shutting away from me. Whatever. I am tired of tiptoeing around her, trying to be the quiet girl. More than ever, I feel that I am trying to jump over the cracks on the sidewalks; I used to love to do that when I walked to school.

“Mom, I am going to Laura’s and we’re having a birthday party for the both of us.” It’s funny how my best friend was born on the same day as I was.  She’s still not speaking to me. I realize am hurting her but she is hurting me too. She is holding me too close and I am growing. I occupy space in so many ways.

It’s cold outside, in my hurry I forget to wear a jacket. It will be summer soon and I think of cutting the tangles from my hair, so I can swim in the ocean and not have my hair come undone. I comb my fingers through the heavy mass. Along the way to Laura’s house, I realize I am going to get a haircut tomorrow.