I have to laugh. Every once in a while, there is someone in my life that his or her existence enables me to write. For poetry, it's one person. For stories, it's another. I just want to tell someone thank you for your encouragement and support, quiet as it is. Anyway, enough soppy sweet junk. Or not. Here's more story!
********Part VII********
“Please do not remove this necklace,” Kristoff looked at Fiona darkly. She looked at him a little scared and nodded quietly. “Darling, I’m very serious. It is the key to much of your invulnerability. It’s still true that a stake to your heart can kill you and you still have the garlic allergy, but outside of that you will be seen by mortals as invincible.” He started crying a little as she held the charm in her hand.
“I know you want to know what it says. All I know is that we call it the Vampire’s Prayer.” Again, it was a comfort knowing they weren’t a faithless bunch. It seemed sad that people thought vampires a completely godless bunch. “Fiona, we’re not all so…good. It may be difficult to tell the difference. Remember our first talk where I told you how important it is to be careful above all? It is true with vampires as well. Keep your eyes open and be observant. Now we need to decide what to do about this evening.”
“Well. You know I don’t want to go home if I don’t have to. Yet my father will be suspicious and more than angry if I don’t.” She looked down at the ground and in wheedling tone said, “You can always hypnotize him Kristoff.” His eyes flashed at her darkly and he took a deep breath.
“Fiona. I’ve told you that is never the answer to everything in your relationship with your father. Will he hit you?” She shook her head slowly. “I understand it’s terrible when he yells. Can I ask you something that I realize may be a little hard to talk about Fiona?” She nodded. It had to be the mother question. “Darling, where is your mother?”
Taking a deep breath, Fiona started to talk quickly, “Mom was a beautiful, wonderful woman. The three of us were very happy. It was easier then. She got sick with leukemia when I was seven years old. Dad was devastated beyond belief. Fortunately for her, but unfortunately for us, she died very quickly. Dad hasn’t been the same ever since. At least he recognized an eight year old shouldn’t be cooking. But I’ve been his slave labor almost ever since. He barely used to yell at me, but now that’s his main form of communication, if you can call it that. I hate it.” She then looked up at Kristoff. “Why can’t I marry you now?”
He sighed sadly. “I know you would like that very much, as would I. But education is important. You failed to go to school today if I am not mistaken. Yes, you had a very exciting day yesterday. I know that. But you should have gone to school my…” She interrupted, “I only had 15 minutes to dress and arrive at school. On a good day, it is 13 minutes away.” Kristoff looked at her. She cowed. “Yes, I slept in and had some wonderful dreams,” she added coyly, fluttering her eyelashes at him. “Go to school darling. All of your experiences in this life are for your own good. You need to develop the tough exterior to match your tough interior.” She nodded grudgingly and put her arms around him.
Then she pressed her lips to his and kissed him tenderly. Slowly she opened his mouth with her tongue and gave him a gentle kiss, teasingly circling his tongue with hers. Gingerly, she brought him down to the ground. She unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of shirt. This was the first time she saw his chest. There wasn’t very much hair, but for some reason, that failed to surprise her. Then she slowly undid her blouse. His breathing grew shaky with desire. She removed it and his eyes grew wide, as did his smile. Then she lay down on top of him and kissed him deeply. The moon shone on their bodies and as each opened his or her mouth, it sparkled on the fangs. She could feel him growing beneath her. She reached her hand down and started massaging it. Fiona could feel him grow harder and harder.
She looked down at Kristoff as she did this. He was moaning heavily at her touch. Slowly Fiona removed herself from him, wondering what would happen next. She knew what she wanted. He brought his hand to his trousers’ zipper and slowly zipped it down. Then he undid the button. She helped him slide them down and saw an absolutely perfect specimen of manhood uncurl and stand up at attention. She took his hands and placed them on her panties. He hungrily pulled them down. Then he gently placed his fingers on her and founds she wasn’t just a little wet. He gestured for her to lie down and so she did. First she knowingly pulled up her skirt. Then he kissed her gently and then started to lick her lightly. It tickled! But then his tongue slid across her clitoris and she moaned. Capitalizing on that, he slowly entered her. She gasped. He kissed her and took things slowly, knowing full well she had never experienced this before. Although it was a slow pace, he maintained a steady momentum. He knew both were about to orgasm and he opened his mouth. The fangs grew out and pierced her flesh. As they sank in, she climaxed and he shot off. He steadily drank in her blood and she moaned and writhed as her orgasm continued. Finally he had his fill. He rolled off of her and looked fondly at Fiona.
She looked at him and brushed his cheek with her hand. “That was…nothing like I expected. Thank you.” She could not locate her panties and buttoned up her blouse. It was horribly grass stained, but she didn’t care. He pulled up his trousers and tucked everything in. She had left her blouse unbuttoned quite low. His eyes caressed her breasts one last time. She could swear she almost felt it. She moaned slightly. Then he threw his coat over her shoulders. They slowly walked back up the hill and reached the sidewalk. He kissed her cheek and walked ahead of her. A bat then flew off towards the western skies. She was left with trying to figure out how to explain everything to her father.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Yay!!!
Yes dear friends, you don't need to be bored. There is yet another part of this masterpiece awaiting your eyes. And other senses. Enjoy! And...thank you.
***************PART VI*************
She opened her eyes to darkness. Fiona started, as she knew there would be trouble waiting for her at home. She felt a light kiss on her cheek, soon followed by "hello my beauty." She started to melt in his arms.
"Oh Kristoff! You returned...". She held him close and started crying. He wiped her eyes with his handkerchief and then spoke.
"Yes, of course I did." He smiled faintly as he spoke. "Fiona, you have been chosen. You are my intended. Mother and I agree that you must finish this school business first before we are to wed. You have what? Two years? One? How long?" He looked at her imploringly.
"Kristoff, I have just over a year left--well closer to two then one I'm sorry to tell you." Fiona hung her head a bit--her lip trembling as she thought she might start crying again. He drew her close once more and drew her head up. Placing his lips on hers, he began running his hands through her dark and curly hair and then kissed her at first gently and then...he used his tongue and parted Fiona's lips. Their tongues circled each other, slowly as if moving in for the kill. One darted over the other and a moan escaped to the sky above. Fiona soon became aware of a bulge that was only getting bigger as they continued to kiss. She pressed closer to Kristoff whose mouth temporarily moved from hers to let out a sweet, sad sigh and to say, "You're so beautiful!" She shyly used a finger to trace near his bulge. He smiled slowly at her and whispered, "No, not now." Kristoff then touched her neck.
Fiona smiled up at Kristoff. "I see your wounds have healed." She nodded and said, "I'm surprised at how they did. They barely even show after a day." Kristoff smiled at her. "Well, yes Fiona. You'll develop this over time too. Of course it's more of a physical change. You heard my heart beat. I still bleed--I suppose the blood has metamorphosed somehow. I really don't know the details."
Smiling she said, "Well it certainly has enhanced my beauty. Thank you." He shook his head slowly. "My dear, you have always been beautiful. Feeling my strong desires for you--and *ahem* seeing them, has helped you see what was there all along. For that, I am happy for you." He drew her face to his. He lightly kissed her on the lips, then parted her lips with his tongue. He spun his tongue around hers, and her world spun in turn. She broke away and he raised an eyebrow. "Kristoff, I'm late. Dad is back to normal and I don't want to face him. If anything, he is worse." "Fiona, am understanding correctly that you don't want to go home?" Naturally she nodded and started to cry. As he wiped away her tears, he continued to speak. "Darling, I cannot clone you. Nor would I want to. Why? You are a unique and beautiful young woman and I want to be the only man who has you."
She took his arm off of her and started to back away, suddenly feeling very unsure for the first time. Suddenly she stopped. And looked up. Kristoff was crying red tears. Slowly they left the corner of his eyes, dribbled down his milk white cheeks, down his chin and plopped onto the ground with a hiss.
In an obviously choked voice he said, "I'm painfully aware of how possessive that must sound. You are a treasure to behold. Please take this..." and with a flourish presented her with a gift wrapped box--silver with a red ribbon "with my sincerest devotions. I-I love you. More than almost any man." She took the box and softly whispered a thank you. She took her time in removing the paper and trim so she could save it. She found an exquisitely carved ebony box. Delicately she opened the silver-hinged box and heard a beautiful tune that was hauntingly familiar. Inside was a necklace. She picked it up by the maroon velvet ribbon and looked at the charm. Kristoff took it from her and placed around her neck. It was true now; she now his...forever.
***************PART VI*************
She opened her eyes to darkness. Fiona started, as she knew there would be trouble waiting for her at home. She felt a light kiss on her cheek, soon followed by "hello my beauty." She started to melt in his arms.
"Oh Kristoff! You returned...". She held him close and started crying. He wiped her eyes with his handkerchief and then spoke.
"Yes, of course I did." He smiled faintly as he spoke. "Fiona, you have been chosen. You are my intended. Mother and I agree that you must finish this school business first before we are to wed. You have what? Two years? One? How long?" He looked at her imploringly.
"Kristoff, I have just over a year left--well closer to two then one I'm sorry to tell you." Fiona hung her head a bit--her lip trembling as she thought she might start crying again. He drew her close once more and drew her head up. Placing his lips on hers, he began running his hands through her dark and curly hair and then kissed her at first gently and then...he used his tongue and parted Fiona's lips. Their tongues circled each other, slowly as if moving in for the kill. One darted over the other and a moan escaped to the sky above. Fiona soon became aware of a bulge that was only getting bigger as they continued to kiss. She pressed closer to Kristoff whose mouth temporarily moved from hers to let out a sweet, sad sigh and to say, "You're so beautiful!" She shyly used a finger to trace near his bulge. He smiled slowly at her and whispered, "No, not now." Kristoff then touched her neck.
Fiona smiled up at Kristoff. "I see your wounds have healed." She nodded and said, "I'm surprised at how they did. They barely even show after a day." Kristoff smiled at her. "Well, yes Fiona. You'll develop this over time too. Of course it's more of a physical change. You heard my heart beat. I still bleed--I suppose the blood has metamorphosed somehow. I really don't know the details."
Smiling she said, "Well it certainly has enhanced my beauty. Thank you." He shook his head slowly. "My dear, you have always been beautiful. Feeling my strong desires for you--and *ahem* seeing them, has helped you see what was there all along. For that, I am happy for you." He drew her face to his. He lightly kissed her on the lips, then parted her lips with his tongue. He spun his tongue around hers, and her world spun in turn. She broke away and he raised an eyebrow. "Kristoff, I'm late. Dad is back to normal and I don't want to face him. If anything, he is worse." "Fiona, am understanding correctly that you don't want to go home?" Naturally she nodded and started to cry. As he wiped away her tears, he continued to speak. "Darling, I cannot clone you. Nor would I want to. Why? You are a unique and beautiful young woman and I want to be the only man who has you."
She took his arm off of her and started to back away, suddenly feeling very unsure for the first time. Suddenly she stopped. And looked up. Kristoff was crying red tears. Slowly they left the corner of his eyes, dribbled down his milk white cheeks, down his chin and plopped onto the ground with a hiss.
In an obviously choked voice he said, "I'm painfully aware of how possessive that must sound. You are a treasure to behold. Please take this..." and with a flourish presented her with a gift wrapped box--silver with a red ribbon "with my sincerest devotions. I-I love you. More than almost any man." She took the box and softly whispered a thank you. She took her time in removing the paper and trim so she could save it. She found an exquisitely carved ebony box. Delicately she opened the silver-hinged box and heard a beautiful tune that was hauntingly familiar. Inside was a necklace. She picked it up by the maroon velvet ribbon and looked at the charm. Kristoff took it from her and placed around her neck. It was true now; she now his...forever.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Ok. I'm Back.
I had a good time on vacation. My nephews drove me crazy, but I love them because they are sweet. I got my hairs cut and I think the new length surprised some people, but I haven't had any disparaging remarks really. I do have good news oh ye faithful followers. I did get annoyed enough that I had time in my room to start AND finish part 5. I've started part 6 as well. That may be a little strained and take some time. We'll see. Anyway, thanks for reading and full speed ahead buckaroos!!!!
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"FI-O-NA!!!"
Her dad was feeling normal again obviously. Back to his bellowing bull ways. She put on a robe and went to the top of the stars. Clutching it closely to her, she shivered and let out a quavery, "Yes Dad?"
He came to the bottom of the stairs and glared at her until she thought his eyes would pop out of his head. She started descending the stairs slowly...all the while thinking whether it was the smart thing to do. "Would you like breakfast Dad?" He nodded shortly and pointed towards the kitchen. Making sure he couldn't see, she rolled her eyes. He knew how to cook; why did he have to holler for her at 5:30 to make him breakfast One of those sweet mysteries n lie that she wouldn't understand ever.
"Dad-what do you want for breakfast today?" She looked through the fridge to make sure she had all the basics available to her. He tromped in and made a demand. How unusual.
"I want an omelet with steak, onions, peppers, mushrooms and cheese--inside and out. Cook up some potatoes too." Dang he was hungry as a horse. Grant you, he worked like one as well. She took everything out that she needed and started chopping. His breakfast turned out well enough. She put the plate together and poured him some orange juice. Then she made him some toast, grudgingly kissed his cheek and said, "Please enjoy and put the dishes in the sink when you're done. Have a good day at work and I will see you when I get home."
"Yes, and you better trot right home after school Missy!" he snapped. She nodded slowly and walked up the stairs and flew into her room, slamming the door and locking it shut. "FI-O-NA!!!" came up the stairs in a warning tone. He was mad at her for some reason even though she did everything as asked.
She took off her robe and threw it on the floor. Then she stood in front of the mirror--a bit hesitantly after the probing Kristoff's mother put her through the previous evening. Some of the least embarrassing measurements were height (5'5") and width--well she had measured her waist (28"). She have a pretty figure she admitted to herself--if not a bit voluptuous. Her breasts were full and perfectly perky and tipped with rosy brown nipples. All of her skin was gorgeously pale. She spun around and pressed up and down to stand tippy-toe to admire her legs and calf muscles. Her bottom wasn't so bad either. Then after he roared away in his car, Fiona bounced a couple of times on the bed, fell down, and went back to sleep.
Soon visions of Kristoff danced in her head. She felt his smooth fingers caressing her naked flesh. Fiona let out a moan and stroked her neck. She felt his kisses...leading to her neck. Rolling her head to one side, his teeth sunk into her neck. He played with her pussy, sliding his fingers n and out, and she moaned again. And again. Kristoff pulled out his fangs and she bucked and arched her back. Fiona shouted "YES!!!" and then woke again. She ran to the mirror, but no fresh wounds appeared, although she was thoroughly wet. She needed to bathe, but...she liked the moistness between her legs. What to do?
She decided to take a shower, disappointed it had all been a dream. The shower had a built in seat and she sat there crying to herself. The waters mixed and they spun down the drain, a crimson red. She failed to notice this though as she was feeling so sad.
She dried off and saw she had about 15 minutes to be dressed and get to school. Why bother? She wasn't that fond of school as it was. The shoe trouble was the least of her woes. She was seen as a bit...odd by most of the staff which meant they picked on her a lot. Only one did not-for she was a little strange herself. This was Miss Kastic. She taught the arts class (naturally). She didn't have arts today, so since there would be no sweet reprieve from the teasing, she thought she would stay home. Fiona settled back in bed and prepared to dream.
Again she dreamed of Kristoff. Fiona had no doubts as to whether or not he loved her. He touched her gently and she would press her head to his chest to listen to his heart and feel his breathing move his chest in and out. He held her softly and tenderly and whisper as he spoke. As she dreamed she curled up in a ball and mewed softly. She then woke up and went downstairs. It was time to clean up the mess from breakfast that her father had thoughtfully left behind and then made her favorite lunch. This was homemade macaroni and cheese. She made sure to clean everything up so her father wouldn't know. Then she decided to put on her (yuck!) school clothes and go by the river again.
She went down there slowly, kicking at stones as she went. Finally she stepped diagonally down the hill, crossed the grass and watched the sun sparkling on the river. Mindlessly she started skipping stones across the clear waters. Next thing she knew, she fell down in tears. Fiona then whispered, "Kristoff, where are you?" and cried some more.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Yes...Another Part
Okay, I'm really sorry folks, but I will be taking a leave of absence from my Utah life. Yes. Vacation. Below you will find the last part--for now. I may write while on vacation, but I will post it later.
Part IV
Fiona slowly went up the porch stairs. There were only three steps and it took ten minutes. She twisted the door knob, unsure of what she would find on the other side. She know if she wanted to know.
Upon opening the door, she found herself standing face to face with her father! She put her hands to her mouth, a defense mechanism she developed as a child. "Yes dad?" She was quaking.
"Did you just get home?" He didn't growl or bellow it.
"No. I got home earlier and then I went for a walk after dinner. You said it would be fine." She glanced hopefully at her father. He sighed a little and ran his left hand through his hair.
"Well, okay. Just not so late the next time honey. And before you do your homework...who ate here with us?" Oh yeah. The plates. And glasses. And silverware.
"That was Kristoff. My friend." She put a hand to his forehead and asked as sincerely as she could, "Are you feeling ok Dad?" He did seem a little warm. Hmmm.
"I really don't think so...ummm...would you mind cleaning up for me Fiona?" He usually never asked; he just expected it. Her father gave her a small smile and then kissed her forehead. He looked at her neck and noticed the small wounds. "Sweetheart, are you developing allergies?"
She smiled (hopefully reassuringly) ad said, "Yeah Dad, you could say that." Afterwards she chuckled and absently placed her hand on her neck. "Now scoot off to bed Dad; I'll take care of everything and then do my homework. I promise." Jokingly she gave him a swift sharp salute which he weakly returned. Then he headed upstairs to bed.
Fiona cleared the table and put the tablecloth in the hamper. The she loaded the dishwasher and set it to start in an hour to allow her father some time to sleep before it turned on. It was a little noisy and he was a light sleeper. The she got her book bag and sat down at the table. She spent about 15 minutes in a mooney daze. Mrs. Kristoff... She couldn't believe she would be getting married so young. He was handsome and wonderful so far. If he was 300...what kind of equivalent would that be to mere mortal years?
Mmm. Homework. Yuck!
Fortunately she only had to read a chapter in some Bram Stoker book and solve a few problems in Algebra II. After that was done, she turned to the computer. No, information was bound to be wrong at best. She walked slowly up the stairs, again her hand absently playing at the wounds.
Fiona went into the bathroom and did her business. Then she stood at the vanity looking at the mirror. This mirror seemed dirty too as she could barely see herself. She then started scratching her head, wondering why all these mirrors were so dirty.
Oh. Yeah.
They weren't dirty.
Maybe her transformation wasn't complete yet. But it was clear she was well on her way to becoming a vampire.
She let out a deep breath and said, "Oh boy. This could get weird."
Part IV
Fiona slowly went up the porch stairs. There were only three steps and it took ten minutes. She twisted the door knob, unsure of what she would find on the other side. She know if she wanted to know.
Upon opening the door, she found herself standing face to face with her father! She put her hands to her mouth, a defense mechanism she developed as a child. "Yes dad?" She was quaking.
"Did you just get home?" He didn't growl or bellow it.
"No. I got home earlier and then I went for a walk after dinner. You said it would be fine." She glanced hopefully at her father. He sighed a little and ran his left hand through his hair.
"Well, okay. Just not so late the next time honey. And before you do your homework...who ate here with us?" Oh yeah. The plates. And glasses. And silverware.
"That was Kristoff. My friend." She put a hand to his forehead and asked as sincerely as she could, "Are you feeling ok Dad?" He did seem a little warm. Hmmm.
"I really don't think so...ummm...would you mind cleaning up for me Fiona?" He usually never asked; he just expected it. Her father gave her a small smile and then kissed her forehead. He looked at her neck and noticed the small wounds. "Sweetheart, are you developing allergies?"
She smiled (hopefully reassuringly) ad said, "Yeah Dad, you could say that." Afterwards she chuckled and absently placed her hand on her neck. "Now scoot off to bed Dad; I'll take care of everything and then do my homework. I promise." Jokingly she gave him a swift sharp salute which he weakly returned. Then he headed upstairs to bed.
Fiona cleared the table and put the tablecloth in the hamper. The she loaded the dishwasher and set it to start in an hour to allow her father some time to sleep before it turned on. It was a little noisy and he was a light sleeper. The she got her book bag and sat down at the table. She spent about 15 minutes in a mooney daze. Mrs. Kristoff... She couldn't believe she would be getting married so young. He was handsome and wonderful so far. If he was 300...what kind of equivalent would that be to mere mortal years?
Mmm. Homework. Yuck!
Fortunately she only had to read a chapter in some Bram Stoker book and solve a few problems in Algebra II. After that was done, she turned to the computer. No, information was bound to be wrong at best. She walked slowly up the stairs, again her hand absently playing at the wounds.
Fiona went into the bathroom and did her business. Then she stood at the vanity looking at the mirror. This mirror seemed dirty too as she could barely see herself. She then started scratching her head, wondering why all these mirrors were so dirty.
Oh. Yeah.
They weren't dirty.
Maybe her transformation wasn't complete yet. But it was clear she was well on her way to becoming a vampire.
She let out a deep breath and said, "Oh boy. This could get weird."
Sometimes...
Work gets slow. Today I finished off the third and fourth parts. This is becoming addictive. Anyway, I'll see you all on the other side.
Part III
Kristoff turned to her and raised an eyebrow as her dad kept shoveling in his dinner. "I will need to talk to you later about something." She nodded and noted his steak was just barely kissed by the heat.
Needless to say there was much sneezing during the meal, but her father did not seem to pay much attention. He was more into his food then paying attention to his daughter and his guest. It did taste good, but her nose was starting to get sore. Kristoff's nose was a little red at the tip as well. Finally, dinner ended.
"Dad, do you mind if we take a walk?" He smiled brightly and shook his head. Hopefully she could learn this hypnosis thing fast; it wold really improve their relationship. She scooted her chair back and got up, pushing it back under the table. Kristoff looked a little weak and she went over to help him.
They went outside where it was now very dark. There was a new moon and the stars were the only light with the exception of the occasional street light. Again, they worked their way down to the river. She was feeling so excited!
They sat down and she turned towards him. "Ah, but first we must talk." She nodded and frowned a bit. "But do not worry my beauty, there is much to anticipate." There she smiled brightly. "As you know we were both sneezing at dinner this evening. We are cursed with an allergy to this beautiful bulb. Your allergy is only slight at this time. But as time passes by, it will grow stronger. This is why we cannot stand garlic. We actually can eat a little and enjoy the flavor; it will not kill us unless there is too much." Naturally she asked how much too much was. He shrugged and sighed. Then he spoke again, "I don't know. That remains to be seen. I believe it varies by individual. Do be careful beauty.
"There are many rumors about us. They say we cannot stand the sight of a crucifix. We turn because we are crying for His pain. Silver bullets have no effect in killing us.Stakes to the heart--well, my sweet, yes this is true. It does not have to have wood from the original cross. Any ordinary wood does the trick I must admit. Even pressboard. Holy water...well, I have no personal experience with this one, but I think it has much the same effect as the crucifix. For now, do not risk it!"
He continued, "Beauty, do not abuse your powers. Yes tonight I had your father under hypnosis to make the evening go smoothly. He was rather gruff when I met him. So I can only imagine what he must be like. I know you"--she started--"would like to have him like he was tonight always. But no. Yes, we can read minds. Again, please do not abuse this. There is the the gift of transformation as well, but this must be developed over time. Be careful. I suppose those words of caution are basically what I'm trying to tell you at this time: above all, BE CAREFUL."
He signed. "I think you will. Otherwise I would not have chosen you."
She rolled over to be closer to him. "I will be careful Kristoff," and swiftly kissed his cheek. He held her face and moved his face to meet hers. They kissed. Their tongues caressed each other and he slipped his hand under her louse. She removed his hand and started to unbutton it instead. He stopped her and placed his hand under her blouse. She removed his hand and started to unbutton it instead. He stopped her and placed his hand underneath once more. First he rubbed her stomach--feeling its smoothness with his hand. He then slowly worked his way towards her left breast. At his touch, she slowly bloomed. It was as though she was waking up; she stretched and turned to face him. He smiled and then licked his lips.
She closed her eyes and at the touch of him on her neck, her back promptly arched. She turned her head to one side and turned her neck. It was such a pleasure...nothing was its equal. He continued to play with her breasts and she moaned as he drank more from her. Then he stopped and held a finger to his lips. There was a noise from something or someone. And then a howl.
Kristoff removed his hand from under his blouse and stopped sucking at her neck. Again he had blood left on his mouth. She got up to lick it away, but he motioned or her to stop. "Please go back to the ground," he whispered. She nodded and laid back down.
The wolf came over and then licked at her neck. She giggled softly. Then the wolf turned into a beautiful woman. She nervously started wondering if this was a friend, mother, daughter, lover.... "Maman...what a joy to see you this fine evening," Kristoff spoke softly. Her mind started to slow down. Just his mother.
"What ARE you doing young man?" She was 600 year old to his mere 300 and if using mortal math, this seems not quite right, vampires are just that. He looked at the older woman and hung his head.
"I'm sorry. She was just so beautiful--but nowhere near as beautiful as you "Maman." With that he looked up at his mother imploringly. "I thought you wanted our family to begin growing. And it has...she has started the transformation already. Open your mouth love."
First she touched her incisors with her tongue. He was right. She turned to his mother and dutifully opened her mouth. "Oh how lovely. What cute little fangs on such a cute little girl." She grew incensed and almost yelled that she was a mature young lady. Quickly she received a message from Kristoff reminding her that it wasn't quite the right thing to do at the time, so she simply closed her mouth. Instead she put out her hand and said it as a pleasure to meet her.
"I would say likewise, but that would be lying!" spat Kristoff's mother. "I did say it was time to add to the family, but you're not exactly what I had in mind!" She looked at his mother oddly. She was 16 years old, beautiful (so Kristoff said), and a virgin. What was wrong with her? She had the perfect coloring...pale, long, brunette hair. She just couldn't understand. So she turned to his mother, first standing next to Kristoff for comfort.
"I"m sorry ma'am. I realize I'm not what you had in mind. But I'm rather puzzled as I'm only 16, a virgin and told I'm beautiful. What don't you like?"
The woman looked deeply into the younger woman's eyes. Then she drew closer. "Fine. You there, come with me!" She then marched off to a thicket of bushes. Kristoff kissed his young love's forehead and nodded that she best go. Quickly she left his side and followed his mother.
"I will get a better look here," said the older woman upon her arrival. "There is such a thing as too young. You are rather polite so that's a plus on your side," she spoke grimacing. "What's your name child?"
"Fiona Carolyn Bowers," she said meekly. She looked up at his mother, but just a little. Suddenly she felt more shy than she ever had in her life.
"Okay. I like Fiona and it does suit you. Well, hmmmph." She gave a cursory look at her. Then she suddenly snapped her fingers and shot out the next order, "Undress child!" Fiona's head shot up and looked at his mother in the eye. She could see the old thing wasn't kidding.
Slowly she took off her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse. Then she undid the zipper of her skirt. She shook off her blouse and pulled don the skirt, leaving her in her bra and panties and nylons and shoes. "Everything!" was roared at her. Fiona couldn't help but cry a little. "Oh would you HUSH???" Fiona stood before the older vampire. Then she received a very close exam. She was measured everywhere in such an uncomfortably intimate way. At last the vampire barked, "Don your clothes! We will go talk to my errant son now."
Fiona ran over to be with Kristoff. He hugged her tightly and whispered, "Are you alright my sweet?" She nodded but he could see the tears streaming silently down her cheeks. He wiped them away and then spoke to his mother, "Maman, what did you do?"
"I simply looked the child over Kristoff; if you are to wed is it not only proper?" She looked at her son coldly. He nodded a yes.
"But Maman, must it still be done? I think you have frightened dear Fiona a bit." He stood his ground firmly as looked at his mother.
"Oh yes. It must. In order to prepare...things," she said offering Fiona her first smile. With that, she disappeared and became a wolf. Then she loped off to the south.
"Must we marry soon?" Fiona gazed up at Kristoff as she spoke. Kristoff shrugged and then spoke.
"I don't know. You are 16, but we've only just met. Plus, you haven't quite completed your transformation just yet. So we should have a few more meetings of this kind and perhaps some in your father's home. I was invited, remember?"
She grinned at him and nodded. Then she asked, "Ummm, how long does the hypnosis last?" She was incredibly nervous.
He looked off at the stars as he answered, "Only for as long as I am there. But now, you must be go back on your own. He will not remember anything. Good luck my sweet." He kissed her once more and then released her.
Fiona trudged home to face the music.
Part III
Kristoff turned to her and raised an eyebrow as her dad kept shoveling in his dinner. "I will need to talk to you later about something." She nodded and noted his steak was just barely kissed by the heat.
Needless to say there was much sneezing during the meal, but her father did not seem to pay much attention. He was more into his food then paying attention to his daughter and his guest. It did taste good, but her nose was starting to get sore. Kristoff's nose was a little red at the tip as well. Finally, dinner ended.
"Dad, do you mind if we take a walk?" He smiled brightly and shook his head. Hopefully she could learn this hypnosis thing fast; it wold really improve their relationship. She scooted her chair back and got up, pushing it back under the table. Kristoff looked a little weak and she went over to help him.
They went outside where it was now very dark. There was a new moon and the stars were the only light with the exception of the occasional street light. Again, they worked their way down to the river. She was feeling so excited!
They sat down and she turned towards him. "Ah, but first we must talk." She nodded and frowned a bit. "But do not worry my beauty, there is much to anticipate." There she smiled brightly. "As you know we were both sneezing at dinner this evening. We are cursed with an allergy to this beautiful bulb. Your allergy is only slight at this time. But as time passes by, it will grow stronger. This is why we cannot stand garlic. We actually can eat a little and enjoy the flavor; it will not kill us unless there is too much." Naturally she asked how much too much was. He shrugged and sighed. Then he spoke again, "I don't know. That remains to be seen. I believe it varies by individual. Do be careful beauty.
"There are many rumors about us. They say we cannot stand the sight of a crucifix. We turn because we are crying for His pain. Silver bullets have no effect in killing us.Stakes to the heart--well, my sweet, yes this is true. It does not have to have wood from the original cross. Any ordinary wood does the trick I must admit. Even pressboard. Holy water...well, I have no personal experience with this one, but I think it has much the same effect as the crucifix. For now, do not risk it!"
He continued, "Beauty, do not abuse your powers. Yes tonight I had your father under hypnosis to make the evening go smoothly. He was rather gruff when I met him. So I can only imagine what he must be like. I know you"--she started--"would like to have him like he was tonight always. But no. Yes, we can read minds. Again, please do not abuse this. There is the the gift of transformation as well, but this must be developed over time. Be careful. I suppose those words of caution are basically what I'm trying to tell you at this time: above all, BE CAREFUL."
He signed. "I think you will. Otherwise I would not have chosen you."
She rolled over to be closer to him. "I will be careful Kristoff," and swiftly kissed his cheek. He held her face and moved his face to meet hers. They kissed. Their tongues caressed each other and he slipped his hand under her louse. She removed his hand and started to unbutton it instead. He stopped her and placed his hand under her blouse. She removed his hand and started to unbutton it instead. He stopped her and placed his hand underneath once more. First he rubbed her stomach--feeling its smoothness with his hand. He then slowly worked his way towards her left breast. At his touch, she slowly bloomed. It was as though she was waking up; she stretched and turned to face him. He smiled and then licked his lips.
She closed her eyes and at the touch of him on her neck, her back promptly arched. She turned her head to one side and turned her neck. It was such a pleasure...nothing was its equal. He continued to play with her breasts and she moaned as he drank more from her. Then he stopped and held a finger to his lips. There was a noise from something or someone. And then a howl.
Kristoff removed his hand from under his blouse and stopped sucking at her neck. Again he had blood left on his mouth. She got up to lick it away, but he motioned or her to stop. "Please go back to the ground," he whispered. She nodded and laid back down.
The wolf came over and then licked at her neck. She giggled softly. Then the wolf turned into a beautiful woman. She nervously started wondering if this was a friend, mother, daughter, lover.... "Maman...what a joy to see you this fine evening," Kristoff spoke softly. Her mind started to slow down. Just his mother.
"What ARE you doing young man?" She was 600 year old to his mere 300 and if using mortal math, this seems not quite right, vampires are just that. He looked at the older woman and hung his head.
"I'm sorry. She was just so beautiful--but nowhere near as beautiful as you "Maman." With that he looked up at his mother imploringly. "I thought you wanted our family to begin growing. And it has...she has started the transformation already. Open your mouth love."
First she touched her incisors with her tongue. He was right. She turned to his mother and dutifully opened her mouth. "Oh how lovely. What cute little fangs on such a cute little girl." She grew incensed and almost yelled that she was a mature young lady. Quickly she received a message from Kristoff reminding her that it wasn't quite the right thing to do at the time, so she simply closed her mouth. Instead she put out her hand and said it as a pleasure to meet her.
"I would say likewise, but that would be lying!" spat Kristoff's mother. "I did say it was time to add to the family, but you're not exactly what I had in mind!" She looked at his mother oddly. She was 16 years old, beautiful (so Kristoff said), and a virgin. What was wrong with her? She had the perfect coloring...pale, long, brunette hair. She just couldn't understand. So she turned to his mother, first standing next to Kristoff for comfort.
"I"m sorry ma'am. I realize I'm not what you had in mind. But I'm rather puzzled as I'm only 16, a virgin and told I'm beautiful. What don't you like?"
The woman looked deeply into the younger woman's eyes. Then she drew closer. "Fine. You there, come with me!" She then marched off to a thicket of bushes. Kristoff kissed his young love's forehead and nodded that she best go. Quickly she left his side and followed his mother.
"I will get a better look here," said the older woman upon her arrival. "There is such a thing as too young. You are rather polite so that's a plus on your side," she spoke grimacing. "What's your name child?"
"Fiona Carolyn Bowers," she said meekly. She looked up at his mother, but just a little. Suddenly she felt more shy than she ever had in her life.
"Okay. I like Fiona and it does suit you. Well, hmmmph." She gave a cursory look at her. Then she suddenly snapped her fingers and shot out the next order, "Undress child!" Fiona's head shot up and looked at his mother in the eye. She could see the old thing wasn't kidding.
Slowly she took off her blazer and unbuttoned her blouse. Then she undid the zipper of her skirt. She shook off her blouse and pulled don the skirt, leaving her in her bra and panties and nylons and shoes. "Everything!" was roared at her. Fiona couldn't help but cry a little. "Oh would you HUSH???" Fiona stood before the older vampire. Then she received a very close exam. She was measured everywhere in such an uncomfortably intimate way. At last the vampire barked, "Don your clothes! We will go talk to my errant son now."
Fiona ran over to be with Kristoff. He hugged her tightly and whispered, "Are you alright my sweet?" She nodded but he could see the tears streaming silently down her cheeks. He wiped them away and then spoke to his mother, "Maman, what did you do?"
"I simply looked the child over Kristoff; if you are to wed is it not only proper?" She looked at her son coldly. He nodded a yes.
"But Maman, must it still be done? I think you have frightened dear Fiona a bit." He stood his ground firmly as looked at his mother.
"Oh yes. It must. In order to prepare...things," she said offering Fiona her first smile. With that, she disappeared and became a wolf. Then she loped off to the south.
"Must we marry soon?" Fiona gazed up at Kristoff as she spoke. Kristoff shrugged and then spoke.
"I don't know. You are 16, but we've only just met. Plus, you haven't quite completed your transformation just yet. So we should have a few more meetings of this kind and perhaps some in your father's home. I was invited, remember?"
She grinned at him and nodded. Then she asked, "Ummm, how long does the hypnosis last?" She was incredibly nervous.
He looked off at the stars as he answered, "Only for as long as I am there. But now, you must be go back on your own. He will not remember anything. Good luck my sweet." He kissed her once more and then released her.
Fiona trudged home to face the music.
Monday, November 3, 2008
If Christmas Can Last All Year...
I decided to continue the story. I hope it works. I decided to write the great American short story. If this continues to develop, oh my. So let me continue to torture you.
She took out her mirror to check the wound out. Holding it near neck, she saw he was certainly a true gentleman of a vampire. He treated her with respect the whole time. Then she noticed something else...it couldn't be...the mirror had to be dirty.
She reached the sidewalk and started to run as fast as she could. First of all she knew trouble may well be waiting when she got home; she wasn't even sure what time it was. While the bite was small, it was still perceivable, especially to her father's eyes. She wore it like a blue ribbon prize, with such pride, BUT that didn't mean she wanted to be yelled at for the rest of the evening. Secondly, it had to be late. He'd yell at her anyway and most likely treat her like she was six years old--send her to bed without any supper. She was hungry! Her father did make a beautiful steak in a rosemary marinade with a buttery baked potato. Oh man. Perhaps if she behaved sweetly, covered the wound...and massaged her shoulders (eww!), she could get that for dinner. Rare of course! Wait a second, she liked her steak well done. Okay, something seemed to be happening.
She reached the house. Took a deep breath. The porch light was on, as were other lights. She took another deep breath and twisted the doorknob. Tentatively she took a step inside the door and in a tone braver than she felt, called, "Dad, I'm home!!" He came down the stairs in a much lighter mood than she expected. Especially since the clock read seven o'clock already and she should have been home at 3:30. He gave her a hug and a kiss (what???)and said, "Welcome home beautiful!" She returned the hug and kiss rather quizzically. "How does steak sound honey?"
"Well, I guess you read my mind Dad." No word about the late hour. Something WAS weird. "Oh, and, umm...make my steak medium rare." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Look in the living room; we have a guest for dinner." They never had guests. He usually threw something together and expected her to be tantalized. Steak was his thing, but it was rare he made it. "Go into the living room and talk with him; he's rather interesting. I met him on the way home."
She slowly walked into the living room. And smiled. It was her handsome stranger. This explained everything. Sitting down next to him, she suck a quick peck on his cheek. He turned and shook his head a little, frowning. So she attempted a little conversation. Now he smiled somewhat.
"So you've met my father?" He nodded. "Well, that's good." Again, a nod. "I know you hypnotized him." A third nod. "So what did you tell him about yourself? I barely know anything..."; he placed a finger to her lips.
"Well, you know the most important thing about me. But not all, that is true. It may be that you know more than your father though." He smiled briefly and continued as good smells wafted from the kitchen. "My name, as I'm sure you've been dying to know, is Kristoff Kulivic. I am originially from Bulgaria, having been born there approximately 350 years ago, give or take a decade." At that she smiled briefly and then covered her mouth as she giggled. He removed her hand and smiled at her. "That is delightul; never hide that." She smiled again.
She turned to face him and ask him another question. "Well when did..." "Dinner's ready!" She started to stand up and he put out his hand to her and helped her up. He was really such a gentleman. Then she showed him the way to the dining room.
Everything looked delicious. The steak smelled divine and the potatoes perfect. Her father indicated which was her and she pierced it with the serving fork. A little blood appeared to run out. She licked her lips. Then she plopped it onto her plate. Grinning she reached for a baked potato. "Dad, this all looks so wonderful." Kristoff agreed, nodding. She took a bite. And promptly sneezed. He did the same, except more violently.
"Oh yes, I used a little garlic this time."
Part II
She started towards home by the light of the full moon. Nothing had prepared her for this feeling; it was so delicious she wished she could experience it again and again. And blood, well her blood, didn't taste half bad either.
She took out her mirror to check the wound out. Holding it near neck, she saw he was certainly a true gentleman of a vampire. He treated her with respect the whole time. Then she noticed something else...it couldn't be...the mirror had to be dirty.
She reached the sidewalk and started to run as fast as she could. First of all she knew trouble may well be waiting when she got home; she wasn't even sure what time it was. While the bite was small, it was still perceivable, especially to her father's eyes. She wore it like a blue ribbon prize, with such pride, BUT that didn't mean she wanted to be yelled at for the rest of the evening. Secondly, it had to be late. He'd yell at her anyway and most likely treat her like she was six years old--send her to bed without any supper. She was hungry! Her father did make a beautiful steak in a rosemary marinade with a buttery baked potato. Oh man. Perhaps if she behaved sweetly, covered the wound...and massaged her shoulders (eww!), she could get that for dinner. Rare of course! Wait a second, she liked her steak well done. Okay, something seemed to be happening.
She reached the house. Took a deep breath. The porch light was on, as were other lights. She took another deep breath and twisted the doorknob. Tentatively she took a step inside the door and in a tone braver than she felt, called, "Dad, I'm home!!" He came down the stairs in a much lighter mood than she expected. Especially since the clock read seven o'clock already and she should have been home at 3:30. He gave her a hug and a kiss (what???)and said, "Welcome home beautiful!" She returned the hug and kiss rather quizzically. "How does steak sound honey?"
"Well, I guess you read my mind Dad." No word about the late hour. Something WAS weird. "Oh, and, umm...make my steak medium rare." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Look in the living room; we have a guest for dinner." They never had guests. He usually threw something together and expected her to be tantalized. Steak was his thing, but it was rare he made it. "Go into the living room and talk with him; he's rather interesting. I met him on the way home."
She slowly walked into the living room. And smiled. It was her handsome stranger. This explained everything. Sitting down next to him, she suck a quick peck on his cheek. He turned and shook his head a little, frowning. So she attempted a little conversation. Now he smiled somewhat.
"So you've met my father?" He nodded. "Well, that's good." Again, a nod. "I know you hypnotized him." A third nod. "So what did you tell him about yourself? I barely know anything..."; he placed a finger to her lips.
"Well, you know the most important thing about me. But not all, that is true. It may be that you know more than your father though." He smiled briefly and continued as good smells wafted from the kitchen. "My name, as I'm sure you've been dying to know, is Kristoff Kulivic. I am originially from Bulgaria, having been born there approximately 350 years ago, give or take a decade." At that she smiled briefly and then covered her mouth as she giggled. He removed her hand and smiled at her. "That is delightul; never hide that." She smiled again.
She turned to face him and ask him another question. "Well when did..." "Dinner's ready!" She started to stand up and he put out his hand to her and helped her up. He was really such a gentleman. Then she showed him the way to the dining room.
Everything looked delicious. The steak smelled divine and the potatoes perfect. Her father indicated which was her and she pierced it with the serving fork. A little blood appeared to run out. She licked her lips. Then she plopped it onto her plate. Grinning she reached for a baked potato. "Dad, this all looks so wonderful." Kristoff agreed, nodding. She took a bite. And promptly sneezed. He did the same, except more violently.
"Oh yes, I used a little garlic this time."
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.
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.
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.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Demon Cowboys, Amongst Other Things
The Strangeness of the Passion (3.2.08)
It was strange.
I called your name out loudand offered a wave in your direction
and you stopped.
Coming over in my direction
and pulled me intoyou,
smiling andsaying that you were so glad
to see me here tonight.
Holding on to a sweet
family that you can have here.
I look at you and I see
my Saviour.
To an Okie (3.3.08)
If there was something
about the moon,
if it was furor the claws as I looked around to find
the true presence of you--it shouldn't matter, but I guess it does
so I'll sink into the vastness of this
nothingness, of this emptiness.
I thinkI hold out my arms to you
in an attempt
to counteract what I lost all
too long ago. I feel so close to home when
I bury my head by your neck
and into your chest
to catch the essence of you.I am no vampire,
preparing to suck your life's
blood or spirit from you.
I only want to wear you as a blanket.
If Only I Dare To Dream About You (3.4.08)
staring into the deep blue eyes
that seem to echo
the sadness that you radiate from your flesh,I tend to cry and seek to find
some sort of sweet
comfort that I can offer you.
i feel as though i drown each time
i disappear into your arms, but breathing is no issue
as i feel the calm of death that fills me with such a peace as i brush
the feathers back and gaze into your face.
drawing closer to you as you enfold me in your soul, no vampire, no leech,
but just as though i found a place where i can
and do belong in that forever.
if i wet your shoulder, would you wear my tears with pride?
dropping one or two upon your tongue to let me linger on in
you forever as they meet with your blood
and cry my name each time they meet your heart.
a slight tear of your own snakes down your cheeck as they pass through.
clutching your chest with one hand
you take my chin in the other and look closely into my lowered eyes.
words of utter pride wash over me and love of
a fillial kind and I watch as a smile slowly
pulls the corners of your mouth heavenward.
i swear that's where you live and you
only come to visit when the Father says it's time to renew my faith in man.
light shines down and creates a tarnished halo over my elder brother
(you share the hair, the eyes, the love) making the music almost holy.
i told you i see a spiritual aspect in what comes
across and through my ears and should feel
the beauty of the thorns in these roses blooming
as you sing of your childhood back when you
eyed the camera with suspicion as it stared you down.
It was strange.
I called your name out loudand offered a wave in your direction
and you stopped.
Coming over in my direction
and pulled me intoyou,
smiling andsaying that you were so glad
to see me here tonight.
Holding on to a sweet
family that you can have here.
I look at you and I see
my Saviour.
To an Okie (3.3.08)
If there was something
about the moon,
if it was furor the claws as I looked around to find
the true presence of you--it shouldn't matter, but I guess it does
so I'll sink into the vastness of this
nothingness, of this emptiness.
I thinkI hold out my arms to you
in an attempt
to counteract what I lost all
too long ago. I feel so close to home when
I bury my head by your neck
and into your chest
to catch the essence of you.I am no vampire,
preparing to suck your life's
blood or spirit from you.
I only want to wear you as a blanket.
If Only I Dare To Dream About You (3.4.08)
staring into the deep blue eyes
that seem to echo
the sadness that you radiate from your flesh,I tend to cry and seek to find
some sort of sweet
comfort that I can offer you.
i feel as though i drown each time
i disappear into your arms, but breathing is no issue
as i feel the calm of death that fills me with such a peace as i brush
the feathers back and gaze into your face.
drawing closer to you as you enfold me in your soul, no vampire, no leech,
but just as though i found a place where i can
and do belong in that forever.
if i wet your shoulder, would you wear my tears with pride?
dropping one or two upon your tongue to let me linger on in
you forever as they meet with your blood
and cry my name each time they meet your heart.
a slight tear of your own snakes down your cheeck as they pass through.
clutching your chest with one hand
you take my chin in the other and look closely into my lowered eyes.
words of utter pride wash over me and love of
a fillial kind and I watch as a smile slowly
pulls the corners of your mouth heavenward.
i swear that's where you live and you
only come to visit when the Father says it's time to renew my faith in man.
light shines down and creates a tarnished halo over my elder brother
(you share the hair, the eyes, the love) making the music almost holy.
i told you i see a spiritual aspect in what comes
across and through my ears and should feel
the beauty of the thorns in these roses blooming
as you sing of your childhood back when you
eyed the camera with suspicion as it stared you down.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
and yes...you look wonderful tonight
I was driving home tonight from a friend's and flipping through stations on the radio (yes, i'm back in the dark ages with no xm, sirius or hd radio and no tv) and the two i generally prefer had non-stop ads. It makes me wonder just how much or how little you pay for the midnight spots. Anyhow, I flipped by the oldies station and thought i heard Tears From Heaven and groaned and wondered just how young the oldies have gotten. I must admit it seems completely unreasonable for 1980 to be 28 years ago. I tried the two alternative (ahem, mainstream) stations again and then flipped back to the oldies station determined to sit through it because at least it was music and not some stupid advert.
I almost cried for the second time tonight.
It was Eric Clapton's song "Wonderful Tonight". It's pretty yes. I know this isn't typically what I like to listen to. But life isn't all about psychobilly, punk, and rockabilly now is it? It's also disco and heavy metal and power ballads (if you ever wondered what good heavy metal was, let me point you in this direction) and, and, and....
The point is I thought about this former boyfriend I had the pleasure of knowing. He loved me. I know that much is true. He wasn't exactly one to speak of how beautiful I was. (I'm not a classic beauty by any stretch of the imagination) But he gave me flowers, a Pooh bear, bought tampons for me.... He told me too, but little things really mean a lot to this girl. Well, one year I received a Valentine's card from him. It was one of those e-mailed cards that try as you might, you can't keep past 30 days. And music doesn't print out.
The background music (in MIDI code, so yes, this was a bit ago) was "Wonderful Tonight". When I did look at it the first time, I did cry.
But can you blame me?
I almost cried for the second time tonight.
It was Eric Clapton's song "Wonderful Tonight". It's pretty yes. I know this isn't typically what I like to listen to. But life isn't all about psychobilly, punk, and rockabilly now is it? It's also disco and heavy metal and power ballads (if you ever wondered what good heavy metal was, let me point you in this direction) and, and, and....
The point is I thought about this former boyfriend I had the pleasure of knowing. He loved me. I know that much is true. He wasn't exactly one to speak of how beautiful I was. (I'm not a classic beauty by any stretch of the imagination) But he gave me flowers, a Pooh bear, bought tampons for me.... He told me too, but little things really mean a lot to this girl. Well, one year I received a Valentine's card from him. It was one of those e-mailed cards that try as you might, you can't keep past 30 days. And music doesn't print out.
The background music (in MIDI code, so yes, this was a bit ago) was "Wonderful Tonight". When I did look at it the first time, I did cry.
But can you blame me?
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Something Else to Avoid That Which I Should Do
I was just thinking about a concert I attended last week. It was one of those landmark concerts...you know, an artist you MUST see before he or she retires, dies, or gets rich tryin'. Ha. Anyhow, it was Sinead O'Connor.
I've been going to concerts off and on for 15 years now. My first was a music festival hosted by my favourite radio station at the time...the infamous HFStival. It used to be you would have to shell out $10 or so which was cheap even then...and see a lot of bands. Now it's bigger bucks for a few bands. Even the radio station I listen to here (on minor occasions) has a festival. $25 for about six bands. Only one I like...SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP it!!!
So I've seen the Indigo Girls a few times, Tori Amos twice, the Cure once...and now Sinead.
She tops them all. Sory C...but Moz didn't come close. This is for a rather peculiar reason I must admit.
I felt such a light and wondrous presence at this concert. Damien Dempsey opened up and he's so positive. He alone would have been awesome. Then Sinead arrived on stage with her band. She is a cute and beautiful person. Wow. I felt the Spirit so strong there. Kind of funny...she's been such a little ball of chaos for the past how many years? But she's so grounded in her beliefs. Granted she's not of the same belief system I am and I'm not going to say she's wrong in some of her beliefs...cos yes...that's what they are...HER BELIEFS. But what she brought was warmth and joy. I started to cry. If I need peace, I will listen to her music...especially Theology. If I need rage...FTW it is with Nick 13.
I've been going to concerts off and on for 15 years now. My first was a music festival hosted by my favourite radio station at the time...the infamous HFStival. It used to be you would have to shell out $10 or so which was cheap even then...and see a lot of bands. Now it's bigger bucks for a few bands. Even the radio station I listen to here (on minor occasions) has a festival. $25 for about six bands. Only one I like...SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP it!!!
So I've seen the Indigo Girls a few times, Tori Amos twice, the Cure once...and now Sinead.
She tops them all. Sory C...but Moz didn't come close. This is for a rather peculiar reason I must admit.
I felt such a light and wondrous presence at this concert. Damien Dempsey opened up and he's so positive. He alone would have been awesome. Then Sinead arrived on stage with her band. She is a cute and beautiful person. Wow. I felt the Spirit so strong there. Kind of funny...she's been such a little ball of chaos for the past how many years? But she's so grounded in her beliefs. Granted she's not of the same belief system I am and I'm not going to say she's wrong in some of her beliefs...cos yes...that's what they are...HER BELIEFS. But what she brought was warmth and joy. I started to cry. If I need peace, I will listen to her music...especially Theology. If I need rage...FTW it is with Nick 13.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
the importance of...(never dealing with BOA and Verizon)
Okay. As whoever has read the whole jolly thing knows, I have had a very BAD, EVIL experience with Bank of America Credit Cards and their collections department. I fulfilled the terms of the settlement plan offered me in May. However, the followthrough on BOA's end was less than spot on. Perhaps you could say the one thing they were spot on about was being incompetent and as unhelpful as possible. I talked to 2 people that were completely nice and genuine. My kudos to Alfred Robinson and Keith. The rest of you.... Mr Robinson swears that I will get a letter confirming I am through with those jokers in 15-20 business days. If this is a lie, I say lawsuit. I'm tempted to file complaints up their collective arse.
Next stop. Verizon. I do third party verifications for the landline customers. Here's what I say to Verizon...and other customer service reps.
1) Always make sure you cover all the bases you possibly can. Let people know when to expect fulfillment of your end of the bargain.
2) Don't blame others. If you cocked it up, own it. Own what the company did. You work for them. Thus it is an extension of YOU. Take some responsibility.
2a) I will note that this can be as simple as an apology. If this is impossible (you're in perfectly scripted job like me), express it in some way.
3) Be proactive. If this means research, do it. If this means getting back to the customer, let them know what you need to do...and DO IT. Take care of the customer that first time...don't diddle around doing nothing to increase the wrath.
4) If the customer asks for something...please do it. If you can't do it and whoever can is not avaliable...take a message.
This isn't just issues with Bank of America and Verizon. Customer service is a sad misnomer. I do what I can. But it's not just up to me and my friends. You need to help too. This is most specifically for dealing with TPV agents.
Don't curse at us. We may sound like machines, but we're not. We have feelings. If we say we can't answer questions, LISTEN. That's the most important thing. LISTEN. If you listened, you wouldn't have the problems that you seem to be having. It's not that I'm not sympathetic...I most like am. But once you tell me "fuck you bitch" or even a simple "fuck you"...you just lost whatever sympathy I felt for you.
Next stop. Verizon. I do third party verifications for the landline customers. Here's what I say to Verizon...and other customer service reps.
1) Always make sure you cover all the bases you possibly can. Let people know when to expect fulfillment of your end of the bargain.
2) Don't blame others. If you cocked it up, own it. Own what the company did. You work for them. Thus it is an extension of YOU. Take some responsibility.
2a) I will note that this can be as simple as an apology. If this is impossible (you're in perfectly scripted job like me), express it in some way.
3) Be proactive. If this means research, do it. If this means getting back to the customer, let them know what you need to do...and DO IT. Take care of the customer that first time...don't diddle around doing nothing to increase the wrath.
4) If the customer asks for something...please do it. If you can't do it and whoever can is not avaliable...take a message.
This isn't just issues with Bank of America and Verizon. Customer service is a sad misnomer. I do what I can. But it's not just up to me and my friends. You need to help too. This is most specifically for dealing with TPV agents.
Don't curse at us. We may sound like machines, but we're not. We have feelings. If we say we can't answer questions, LISTEN. That's the most important thing. LISTEN. If you listened, you wouldn't have the problems that you seem to be having. It's not that I'm not sympathetic...I most like am. But once you tell me "fuck you bitch" or even a simple "fuck you"...you just lost whatever sympathy I felt for you.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
is it possible that i'm reading too much into this?
i have a good friend. the friend happens to be male. i try my darndest not to read too much into the relationship. but as a woman, i must overanalyse all things. it's simply in the job description of someone with mammary glands.
it's not that i don't love this guy. if i wasn't already on the "in line to get married" list (engaged, ok?), and he asked me out...i'd be tempted. he has one of the nicest hearts i've had the pleasure of knowing, he's hot as hell...but not perfect. no guy is. that is prolly the hardest lesson to ever learn...don't be puttin' yer man or woman friends on pedestals.
anyhow, we've known each other about three years. the curiosa festival was the starting point and the cool shoes just helped. let me tell you, these converse all-stars are prolly some of the most obnoxious shoes ever...they are basically black with converse all-star written all over them in light blue, red and pink. let's buck the trend here. it was a funny beginning. but i'm glad for it.
but i'm not here to rehash the friending of one bad jacket and mr guy here. simply put, it's a friendship that i'd rather not lose during our mutual lifetimes. (hmmm, i do like that phrase)
we're buddies. a person the other likes to talk to on occasion. txting and in person. the other night...a night of great rains in my neck of the woods (it was so windy that the rain was almost sideways) that didn't really stop for over 3 hours...i got invited to halloween in july. i always wonder why july, but i guess it's due to an acquaintance's birthday and he likes halloween...why i'll never know (my personal loathing of the holiday is another story) but whatever floats his boat. he also likes to wear flip flops and has incredbily ugly feet. most people who like flip flops do...which is why i try not to look down in this state because many people ... you get the drift and i digress... anyhow, so i asked mr guy if he was doing anything that night cos i was concerned for his safety. a manual drive and water don't mix too well...especially if you're gonna be a bit liquored up. so yeah, he says he hasn't seen me in a while (a week or two) so i should come to the party.
it really bothers me that he should miss me.
yes, i know friends like their friends and are allowed to miss them. i miss a couple of girl friends every now and then.
but this is a guy friend.
this is also a party where people sometimes get a little freaky and start removing items of clothing.
this could be embarrassing. he's hot. i said that already.
i didn't go to the party as i have no real means of dressing up. funny thing was, i could have gone as a punk or some such. and guess what mr guy was?
he was a punk.
it's not that we think alike or anything. never.
but the point of everything is...he likes to hang with me sometimes. it's not like he gets fresh...if anything, not fresh. he'll hug me if i hug him. but i've received a drunk i love you from him. and drink can be a truth serum.
but i'll never be able to confront him about his feelings for me. i just let him say what he wants when he wants. so for now, we're good friends. that's all.
it's not that i don't love this guy. if i wasn't already on the "in line to get married" list (engaged, ok?), and he asked me out...i'd be tempted. he has one of the nicest hearts i've had the pleasure of knowing, he's hot as hell...but not perfect. no guy is. that is prolly the hardest lesson to ever learn...don't be puttin' yer man or woman friends on pedestals.
anyhow, we've known each other about three years. the curiosa festival was the starting point and the cool shoes just helped. let me tell you, these converse all-stars are prolly some of the most obnoxious shoes ever...they are basically black with converse all-star written all over them in light blue, red and pink. let's buck the trend here. it was a funny beginning. but i'm glad for it.
but i'm not here to rehash the friending of one bad jacket and mr guy here. simply put, it's a friendship that i'd rather not lose during our mutual lifetimes. (hmmm, i do like that phrase)
we're buddies. a person the other likes to talk to on occasion. txting and in person. the other night...a night of great rains in my neck of the woods (it was so windy that the rain was almost sideways) that didn't really stop for over 3 hours...i got invited to halloween in july. i always wonder why july, but i guess it's due to an acquaintance's birthday and he likes halloween...why i'll never know (my personal loathing of the holiday is another story) but whatever floats his boat. he also likes to wear flip flops and has incredbily ugly feet. most people who like flip flops do...which is why i try not to look down in this state because many people ... you get the drift and i digress... anyhow, so i asked mr guy if he was doing anything that night cos i was concerned for his safety. a manual drive and water don't mix too well...especially if you're gonna be a bit liquored up. so yeah, he says he hasn't seen me in a while (a week or two) so i should come to the party.
it really bothers me that he should miss me.
yes, i know friends like their friends and are allowed to miss them. i miss a couple of girl friends every now and then.
but this is a guy friend.
this is also a party where people sometimes get a little freaky and start removing items of clothing.
this could be embarrassing. he's hot. i said that already.
i didn't go to the party as i have no real means of dressing up. funny thing was, i could have gone as a punk or some such. and guess what mr guy was?
he was a punk.
it's not that we think alike or anything. never.
but the point of everything is...he likes to hang with me sometimes. it's not like he gets fresh...if anything, not fresh. he'll hug me if i hug him. but i've received a drunk i love you from him. and drink can be a truth serum.
but i'll never be able to confront him about his feelings for me. i just let him say what he wants when he wants. so for now, we're good friends. that's all.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
call me divine
that's a reference to john waters' muse...i'm not saying i'm fabulous and wondrous. in fact people have me feeling just the opposite lately. i know, i know...those who "know" say that you allow people to destroy you becos you are the owner of your feelings.
let's get real here. i'm supposed to sit here and take it when i'm doing what i need to do alleviate myself of a debt (that in the BIG scheme of things isn't huge...like the Nation's pile of money) and i am obviously paying it down now. but no, since i'm in collections, i can be harrassed and harrassed and harrassed.... there is something wrong with that business plan. you and i both know the more you are pushed to do something, the less you want to do it. they want me to set up an automatic payment plan so i don't get harrassed. i've prolly become one of those people they dread when i call. oh no, it's that (MY NAME INSERTED HERE) person. she's got a temper, she's rotten, she's...
this effects you when you're in a bad place already. they break the law. you want to take names and kick butt.
then i work in a place that for some reason they could have a computer doing my job but they prefer humans...even though that's more expensive. but people treat you like that stuff your dog does in the back yard, front yard...anywhere he can. yeah. crap. folks i have a script. i have to stick to the SCRIPT. or if i don't, my pay goes down. i get in trouble. so yes, please abuse me and call me stupid, idiot, and all other names you can pick out of the hat. it makes my everlivin' day. i laugh so hard. some of you are just so stupid and if you looked back at what you did, you would not believe it. your mother would be ashamed of you. would you like it if i went to your job and thoroughly abused the crap out of you? i didn't think so. i am human...and i HAVE FEELINGS!!!
Add those together and with the crap piling on crap...it gets very stinky. and i push away out of my life. i don't want to deal with anyone.
thanks america.
let's get real here. i'm supposed to sit here and take it when i'm doing what i need to do alleviate myself of a debt (that in the BIG scheme of things isn't huge...like the Nation's pile of money) and i am obviously paying it down now. but no, since i'm in collections, i can be harrassed and harrassed and harrassed.... there is something wrong with that business plan. you and i both know the more you are pushed to do something, the less you want to do it. they want me to set up an automatic payment plan so i don't get harrassed. i've prolly become one of those people they dread when i call. oh no, it's that (MY NAME INSERTED HERE) person. she's got a temper, she's rotten, she's...
this effects you when you're in a bad place already. they break the law. you want to take names and kick butt.
then i work in a place that for some reason they could have a computer doing my job but they prefer humans...even though that's more expensive. but people treat you like that stuff your dog does in the back yard, front yard...anywhere he can. yeah. crap. folks i have a script. i have to stick to the SCRIPT. or if i don't, my pay goes down. i get in trouble. so yes, please abuse me and call me stupid, idiot, and all other names you can pick out of the hat. it makes my everlivin' day. i laugh so hard. some of you are just so stupid and if you looked back at what you did, you would not believe it. your mother would be ashamed of you. would you like it if i went to your job and thoroughly abused the crap out of you? i didn't think so. i am human...and i HAVE FEELINGS!!!
Add those together and with the crap piling on crap...it gets very stinky. and i push away out of my life. i don't want to deal with anyone.
thanks america.
Monday, July 9, 2007
disgusting politics
I received an e-mail (needless to say a forward) from someone who I thought was freethinking enough to avoid such utter...crap. It was stating the "facts" about Barack Obama.
Good grief, he has Muslim heritage. Big deal. Let's look at the Articles of Faith of my religion-- I am a proud Latter-Day Saint, aka a Mormon. But call me LDS. Number 2. "We believe that men will be punished for their own sins, and not for Adam's transgression." This is to say we should be punished for what we do as individuals...not for the sins of our fathers. This is not to say that being a Muslim is a sin. It is a religion with some very good beliefs. As with any belief system it has been corrupted over time by certain individuals who end up giving it a bad name.
I haven't sorted out just who I want to vote for yet, but I do know I will do my research. Anyone that places hatred as a way to try and get my vote will be on the heck no list. It disgusts me that we have to stoop to such horrific levels. Remember. Once the Catholics were a reviled religion and for some people they still are. But we got John F. Kennedy in the White House and he did some good. Not as much as he could have, but when your life is cut short...it's a viable excuse. There were worries that the Pope would control JFK's doings.
Now we have the issues of an LDS candidate for the White House. I don't like Mitt Romney's politics so I will not be voting for him. I have my free will...my right to say No to him. Just because someone is my religion does not make him OR her the perfect person.
And then there is Obama. Study for yourself and do not blindly accept a candidate just for the religion he or she believes (or does not believe) in. Do not blindly accept a person because of his or her political affiliation. Learn who best supports what YOU believe in...and sincerely study it out.
If you want to vote for the vampire candidate...go ahead.
Good grief, he has Muslim heritage. Big deal. Let's look at the Articles of Faith of my religion-- I am a proud Latter-Day Saint, aka a Mormon. But call me LDS. Number 2. "We believe that men will be punished for their own sins, and not for Adam's transgression." This is to say we should be punished for what we do as individuals...not for the sins of our fathers. This is not to say that being a Muslim is a sin. It is a religion with some very good beliefs. As with any belief system it has been corrupted over time by certain individuals who end up giving it a bad name.
I haven't sorted out just who I want to vote for yet, but I do know I will do my research. Anyone that places hatred as a way to try and get my vote will be on the heck no list. It disgusts me that we have to stoop to such horrific levels. Remember. Once the Catholics were a reviled religion and for some people they still are. But we got John F. Kennedy in the White House and he did some good. Not as much as he could have, but when your life is cut short...it's a viable excuse. There were worries that the Pope would control JFK's doings.
Now we have the issues of an LDS candidate for the White House. I don't like Mitt Romney's politics so I will not be voting for him. I have my free will...my right to say No to him. Just because someone is my religion does not make him OR her the perfect person.
And then there is Obama. Study for yourself and do not blindly accept a candidate just for the religion he or she believes (or does not believe) in. Do not blindly accept a person because of his or her political affiliation. Learn who best supports what YOU believe in...and sincerely study it out.
If you want to vote for the vampire candidate...go ahead.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
the heat is on...
well, luis approached me with the idea of moving to a true desert...Las Vegas...today. His friend says he can get him a really good job...corporate...oooh la la in that town of no shame. I gave him conditions...good job and i have to have a nice...and i mean NICE place to live. you know, with central air conditioning and a pool. so you see, crapholes like the current place don't make it. i have a swamp cooler. after all my 14 years here in Utah, it makes no sense to this easterner to cool yourself off with the aid of humidity. after all, it was a big factor in making my summers so miserable in maryland.
the next question is would i be happy there? yes, there's more going on...more concerts, more to do...and of course luis would be there with me. he's been in my life almost seven years now...and i'm not happy just cos of him. i have to find that within myself. i have to evaluate what really makes me happy
i guess. (and yes, jack nicholson makes a kick butt joker...heath ledger...i don't know...) i suppose i could give anything the old college try. i know i'm sick and tired of feeling like i have lately. i was given the gift of almost one rather normal year.
but that's another story for another...time.
the next question is would i be happy there? yes, there's more going on...more concerts, more to do...and of course luis would be there with me. he's been in my life almost seven years now...and i'm not happy just cos of him. i have to find that within myself. i have to evaluate what really makes me happy
i guess. (and yes, jack nicholson makes a kick butt joker...heath ledger...i don't know...) i suppose i could give anything the old college try. i know i'm sick and tired of feeling like i have lately. i was given the gift of almost one rather normal year. but that's another story for another...time.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
you've gotta blame it on something...
Oh dear sweet Governator...how I love thee. From the moment I first saw your campaign commercial whilst visiting my fiance's family, I knew you were the absolute bomb.
errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....yeah.
he is now saying that immigrants should turn off the spanish language el BoobTube. (Obviously I'm not soaking much in when my perfectly fluent bilingual fiance is watching it) I think this is grasping at straws. I've watched Japanese language tv...in Japan. And I've watched Telemundo and all the other fun networks here. Now looky here. I am good at learning languages. I've got awesome skillz in German...good retention even though I haven't taken it since I was 19. I'm currently 13 years later...and probably advanced beginner or low intermediate. I lived in Japan for a while...and I've watched the tv as I previously said.
I am no closer to understanding what's being said than I am to being crowned Queen of England.
I can read a bit of Spanish and speak even less. I'm not making a concerted effort I must admit. And I should. I really should. But if I plant myself down in front of the telly for months, years...on end...I will not quickly learn Espanol.
Please note that there are adverts for language learning cd's and dvd's on these Spanish channels...more so than you'll ever see on an English station. One makes it simple and helps people see how they can speak English using the Spanish sounds. Now that's how you say Sometaims[sic]. But the problem with these language tools is they are expensive. Why throw $117 to learn a language when that would go so much further in feeding your family? These people don't earn enough as it is...because they have the low-end jobs flipping meat with America's youth. And they're hard at work taking jobs away from us all.
errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....yeah.
he is now saying that immigrants should turn off the spanish language el BoobTube. (Obviously I'm not soaking much in when my perfectly fluent bilingual fiance is watching it) I think this is grasping at straws. I've watched Japanese language tv...in Japan. And I've watched Telemundo and all the other fun networks here. Now looky here. I am good at learning languages. I've got awesome skillz in German...good retention even though I haven't taken it since I was 19. I'm currently 13 years later...and probably advanced beginner or low intermediate. I lived in Japan for a while...and I've watched the tv as I previously said.
I am no closer to understanding what's being said than I am to being crowned Queen of England.
I can read a bit of Spanish and speak even less. I'm not making a concerted effort I must admit. And I should. I really should. But if I plant myself down in front of the telly for months, years...on end...I will not quickly learn Espanol.
Please note that there are adverts for language learning cd's and dvd's on these Spanish channels...more so than you'll ever see on an English station. One makes it simple and helps people see how they can speak English using the Spanish sounds. Now that's how you say Sometaims[sic]. But the problem with these language tools is they are expensive. Why throw $117 to learn a language when that would go so much further in feeding your family? These people don't earn enough as it is...because they have the low-end jobs flipping meat with America's youth. And they're hard at work taking jobs away from us all.
Monday, June 11, 2007
thank you for scaring the customer
i work as a verifier on behalf of one of the major landline phone companies in this fair country. i do not answer questions about plans; i don't even know what the plans are for this company as i (thankfully) don't live in one of the areas this phone company is...at this time. today was a very hard day for me.
there is the theory that people go crazy at the time of the full moon. i was talking to the quality control person for my team after work and she pointed out today was a new moon. new theory...you can figure it out.
i had so many dumb bunnies that i had the most sincere pleasure to talk to today. one refused to be recorded and wondered why verification had to be done in the first place. legal purposes, so you don't get switched without authorization, blah, blah, blah. i guess i should add here i have certain scripts to read. and if i want good quality i may not deviate from them. i think they should be a little more polite honestly. also, you hear the same thing over and over you don't want to hear it again. i add inflections of apology as i read the said scripts. i really try. but there's only so much you can do.
don't yell at me. don't tell me i'm a horrid person and that you don't want to talk to me. i wonder if you'd give me the time if i could just show you what we do is not compromising you in the least. i have access to a very limited pool of information. the billing name, the phone number, the plan(s), and your birthday (for most places) when you tell me what it is. i don't give a crap about your social security number. that's none of my business. i also don't need to know maiden names and where your mother is buried. the representatives of this company obviously don't know what's really going on as many people i talk to are expecting some kind of long icky process.
also they can't seem to understand that "uh huh" or "mm-hmm" doesn't exactly mean yes. and just because you're the only one in the house doesn't make you authorized to change the account.
i ask these questions i have as eloquently as i can. but yet the customer doesn't listen. it's not like the phone company's reps do either. stupid people....
Sunday, June 10, 2007
the truth about summer
i really hate going outside. you try to stay out of the sunshine so you don't get the negative effects of it (the sun, the burn, the tan, the uv rays) and then the bugs eat you alive.
maybe.
right now i'm at that point where i'm not sure if they're for real. you don't see the pesky little creatures, but you feel them flying on your body and the sting that they are there. but you don't hear the buzzing and you don't see their little probisci sticking where they don't belong--your skin.
so i lay here, scratching an itch that may be the creation of my wondrous imagination.
you know i have had horrible allergies this year as far as my fussy skin is concerned this year. usually i'm not bothered. but this year is more like a SEVEN year itch. at least i can breathe.
maybe.
right now i'm at that point where i'm not sure if they're for real. you don't see the pesky little creatures, but you feel them flying on your body and the sting that they are there. but you don't hear the buzzing and you don't see their little probisci sticking where they don't belong--your skin.
so i lay here, scratching an itch that may be the creation of my wondrous imagination.
you know i have had horrible allergies this year as far as my fussy skin is concerned this year. usually i'm not bothered. but this year is more like a SEVEN year itch. at least i can breathe.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
What Was HE Thinking?
I went out yesterday with a friend I've known for about ten years. Now while I've never completely agreed with him in all this time (I never would call us a match made in heaven,but it's not a match made in hell either...) and his opinions, I never wanted to hurt him either...well, not too badly. But yesterday was the straw that broke the camel's back in one foul (the stench is overwhelming) swoop.
First of all, I am dating an immigrant. Not just any immigrant, but a Latino. He is Bolivian. I grant you he is not Mexican and he was never illegal. Immigration of any kind is a nightmare. If I didn't love him, I wouldn't have stuck it out this long. But he's been back in the USA since going to his home over 15 years ago. He's been here for over a decade. He could only apply for permanent residency when he hit the (immigration) lottery. Jackpot. You're the bigger winner--you get to cut through more bureaucracy! Now the reason, I make this clear is that a friend (?) made a very low scathing remark yesterday.
But I'll get to that.
I never agreed with him that English should be the "official" language of Utah. This means that official paperwork, government website, etc. is all in English. If I was in Germany, before I agreed with anything I would DARN sure want to make sure I understand it 100%!!! I know some German too...you could call me an advanced beginner/low intermediate level.
Then we have yesterday.
Walking out of the music superstore yesterday, we came across a book called Mitt Romney: A Mormon in the Whitehouse. We're both LDS-my friend and I. I'm more moderate in my political beliefs (yes, a fencesitter to anyone who cares)...there are certain moral issues I will not compromise on and there are political issues that I lean more to the liberal side. I'm not ashamed to admit this either. He came out of the closet some time back. I don't remember when even though I'm sure it was a momentous time for him. I suppose I should care and store it in my memory. Ok. So he opines it would not be a good idea to have a Mormon in the white house as he would be too conservative. Obviously this guy doesn't pay much attention to his world. Mitt's state is the only one where a homosexual couple can legally get married. Yes, this is a very conservative thought. My problem with Gov. Romney is not that he's Mormon and would shove his morality down America's throat. He waffles. It boils down to "I want to be everything to everybody." Well sir, you can't please everyone and you'll kill yourself trying. So I told my friend that Romney is a waffler.
We continue out of the store and he drives me home. This is when the crap hit the fan BIG TIME. Friends and opinions...I don't know if they mix too well.
So when where about 6 blocks from my house, we are behind an old person who has handicapped plates. "Handicapped people shouldn't drive...even mentally handicapped people." Ummm. Okay. I just softly said "Thanks a lot." I know I will be one of those old grannies that does not want to give up her driver's license when she reaches...the age that I should rightfully give it up. A car is my freedom. I have a hard time not driving for 3 months when I have to. I'm not completely right in the head and this is a handicap. Yes, I am disabled in some ways.
Then he starts in on the immigration movement. And let me tell you...his ideas are so liberal...yeah right!!!
I think he should be the Gay Poster Boy for the Minutemen. Excuse me if that sounds rude but.... He stated that a flag that read "Arizona--the New Aztlan" is worse than the Swastika. Mind you, that's Hitler's swastika.... What the ... I was burning up. I realize that illegal immigration is illegal. Yes, they are breaking the law. But how is this worse than Nazis who killed so many people? This is a headscratcher.
I think he should be the Gay Poster Boy for the Minutemen. Excuse me if that sounds rude but.... He stated that a flag that read "Arizona--the New Aztlan" is worse than the Swastika. Mind you, that's Hitler's swastika.... What the ... I was burning up. I realize that illegal immigration is illegal. Yes, they are breaking the law. But how is this worse than Nazis who killed so many people? This is a headscratcher. It basically boils down to this. Americans blame someone else for their problems. Yes, there are horrible people that are illegal immigrants. This much is true. But Dahmer, Bundy, Gein....to mention a few...were horrible men who were citizens of this country. Yes boys and girls, you read that right. They were not illegal immigrants. Yet if you look, there's the pity these people who were hurt by illegal immigration. Yes, there is identity theft by these people. But this is also done by legal citizens. Think meth addicts. If we go about stereotyping everyone, we'll get nowhere. I think many of these people simply want a better life for their families. What was proposed were fines to be paid before applying for residency. That's fine. Like I said, yes it is illegal. But why load them all up and dump them in the already very clogged corrections system? Why send them back so they can come again and again and again.... It's time to fix what's broken and a Berlin Wall II (we fought against that because it wasn't a democratic country that put it up) just is not the way to go about it. Stop scapegoating people (omg, did I just say immigrants are people????) and accept responsibility.
After all, why should I feel bad for you when you leave your door unlocked for five minutes and have your stuff stolen. That's like feeling bad for you when you leave your keys in your car and come back to find it gone. It's an opportunity. And it's just stuff. Realize that sometimes life is sometimes inconvenient, but if you want to protect your things, it's just better that way. I'll feel sorry for you when you have your doors locked.
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