Friday, October 31, 2008

i guess it's halloween or something

Anyway, I wrote an extremely short story yesterday at work. I shared it with a friend who felt it wasn't quite long enough. This may not be any better. So here you go...something just a bit risque...because that was how I was feeling:



She walked along the river banks, skipping a stone every 100 yards or so. She was never in a hurry to get home from school. She knew she’d been told not to down here after school—especially at this time of year; it grew dark too quickly.

She lived alone with her father. He was overprotective as could be. He always made sure to work the early shift so that he could he be there to make sure she got home in one piece. She knew he would be staring at her as soon as she walked in the door. It was so pretty outside though. The sunset sparkled on the water, which echoed the oranges and pinks that lit the sky. She started to rub her pale legs; they hurt so much. Sighing, she collapsed into the plush grass.

She looked at her school uniform with disgust. She wasn’t sure if she hated it or the idea of it more. The coat was black and maroon. However the plaid of the skirt had greys, reds, maroons, and black. Good colors. Also she knew she could think of about a million different things to do with the button shirt. But it was requisite to wear nylons and she loathed these. Even more than the stupid uniform! When it came to shoes, she was stuck. She always got in trouble over the shoe issue. They wanted plain black shoes. There was one pair she had…nice simple, short wedge heels. They pulled her over, handed her a detention slip and delivered a swift rap to her knuckles. Then she tried this beautiful pair of 20’s/30’s style heels that were two inches at the max. Yet they still, pulled her over, handed her the slip, and whapped her til it stung. Obviously Matron hadn’t tried to go shopping lately…her shoes were even more ancient than her!! Old crab!

She lay down on the grass and watched as the sun sank lower in the sky. The colors intensified and even added purple to the oranges and pinks. It was simply stunning. She took off her jacket and folded it up, and put her head down again. She knew she was courting trouble, but the rest was a must.

About a half hour later, she slowly opened her eyes, and stretched. Her shirt gapped open across her breasts, and with the chill in the air her nipples slowly rose. The stars were twinkling in the night sky. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and whispered a wish to the first star she saw. Then she grudgingly got up, brushed off her skirt, and started to head for home. As she was she was leaving the river bank, she thought she heard a rustling. Looking to her left and her right, she started to walk home. It must have been nothing. Right?

Her pace quickened involuntarily. Usually she wasn’t any scaredycat; she was rather proud of not being all squirmy at the toads and spiders boys used to frighten the OTHER girls. But there it was again, that darn rustling in bushes! She glanced over her shoulder and thought she saw something.

Again, she stepped faster.

Then…someone pulled her by the hand and she just stopped cold. As she did her heart skipped a beat or two…once it continued it was going double time. “Hello…”. She shut her eyes tightly and turned slowly. Opening first one eye than the other, she saw a man standing before her. He had to be possibly one of the most gorgeous creatures she had ever seen. Dark brown hair, pale skin, beautiful eyes the colour of…what was that stone again? Her mind seemed to be draining slowly…but he was nothing like she’d ever seen on earth or in her dreams.

Her eyes could not leave his face. It glowed in the moonlight. It was a full harvest moon. She shivered almost imperceptibly as there was a slight chill in the air. He gently dropped her hand and removed his coat and placed his coat around her shoulders. He spoke once again, in low tones just above a whisper, “there my sweet…” It was impossible not to look at him.

He came around to look at her in the eye. He raised his hands to her neck and traced the veins in a most erotic manner. Softly, gently…she felt her insides start to melt. She stretched her neck with her eyes closed and her black hair fell loosely around her shoulders. He tenderly brought her to the ground. Her breaths came and went…shaking in anticipating shivers. He placed his hand over her right breast and a slight moan escaped her lips. He smiled slowly at her as he traced her nipple…and once more she stretched her neck and closed her eyes. Silently she smiled knowingly. Once more, just briefly, she looked into his eyes. Then she slowly closed them. He closed her eyes.

Tenderly he knelt beside her and drew her to his lips. She felt his soft lips caress hers. Gently he penetrated her mouth with his tongue. It was almost as if a butterfly was dancing inside her mouth. Another moan escaped her lips as he brushed her hair from her neck. He removed his lips from her mouth and slowly kissed her supple skin from her lips down to her neck. The tension within her was building faster.

He kissed her neck and traced a circle with his moist tongue. “Ohhhhhhhh.” Her neck arched and he opened his mouth wide. Briefly her eyes opened and saw the glimmer of something sharp in the moonlight. Her eyes closed once more and slowly he sank into her neck. “Oh…my…ohhhhhhhhhhhh.” She felt a dampness slowly spreading. All of a sudden he forcefully plunged in and sucked in her life force. He would pause at times to whisper sweet things in her ear and then went back to drink her in. Then he stopped and let out a groan of his own.

She slowly rose and touched her neck and smiled up at the moon. Looking down at the man, she ran her fingers through his hair. Then she saw there was some of her blood near his lips. She bent over and flicked her tongue around his mouth. She licked it up…and smiled as the moon shone in her eyes. Removing his jacket, she grabbed her school blazer and bag and started off towards home.

There was bound to be trouble. Her father warned her repeatedly about the dangers of walking the river path after school. She hoped the wound was not gaping enough to attract his notice. Granted he did have to go to bed early, but he was a light sleeper.

What an experience. It was every bit as she had imagined! So sensual…so erotic…oh, she did hope she would run into that mysterious man again. She smiled up at the moon, not noticing the fangs that were slowly starting to develop.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Por Fin Nuestra Casa

So I'm sitting here on my duff, watching last night's Colbert Report. He brings up PFNC Global Communities (www.pfnc.net) and how they are enabling people to own their own homes. Well, sure...if you want to pay $8000 for 320 SQUARE FEET. Then you too can finally have a home of your own.

It states you can can sleep 2-6 people in one of these. I wouldn't want to sleep anymore than 3-4 people in my 890 square foot apartment! There is a wee kitchen, with the dining area stuffed in there, a shower and toilet (I think). I hate this idea. It seems inhumane to stuff a bunch of people into a shipping container. Yes, a shipping container. Yes, this is better than cardboard or the dump. But why not be wonderful and build homes, actual homes for people? Why should we stuff them all in boxes? Granted most studio apartments come out to be boxes, but they are homes. For people. Not boxes.