Oneg In The Arctic
Stories from the TRUE NORTH with a side of humour, adventure, good food, and snowy poetic dreams
Behind You Chapter 8
Previous Chapter ~ I couldn't stop falling, couldn't get my bearings. The sky was star filled yet it felt like a light show due to the speed at which I was dropping. It felt endless. And just as I thought that I would die from the fear and speed, I felt a pair of feathered wings engulf me from the bottom, as if shielding me from a fatal impact. Although the plummeting did not stop, I felt a peace come over me as I could feel the warmth of the being protecting me. I tried to look around but all I could see was darkness and the movement of coal-coloured feathers ruffling in the wind. Through the feathers I still felt the rushing air, but my focus had shifted to the whispering voice repeating "I won't let you go; I won't let you go."
Behind You Chapter 7
Previous Chapter ~ Finally, Thursday came around and I already felt lighter and like I had my groove back. A part of me knew that the awaited date played a big part in my quick bounce-back-to-reality, but I tried not too think about it too much. A wise guru/therapist/Erin once told me, "Don't put all your eggs in one basket, you never know how sturdy it is." And while it was super easy to just use Lilah as some sort of muse or cure for my aches, deep down I knew it wasn't right and it wouldn't last. So, that meant a very early phone call to a very grumpy guru.
Behind You Chapter 6
Previous Chapter ~ Some days I wake up and I feel like I can't breathe. It feels like I was beaten in my sleep and my bones were filled with led over night. It's like I've been tied down by cinder blocks and thrown into the ocean and there's no way up.
Behind You Chapter 5
Previous Chapter Sunday was a hangover. Monday morning shift meant spilled cheerios and crying toddlers. To be honest, I totally understood those kids who were crying. You have a totally relaxing and fun weekend and then you have to wake up early and go to work. I would be crying too. But in all seriousness, I feel for the kids, it's not easy separating from your caregivers, even if it's only for a couple of hours. Mondays are tough.
Behind You Chapter 4
Previous Chapter Saturday afternoon came and went and I still hadn't heard anything from Lilah; I started to accept that she probably just couldn't make it. Maybe I had come on a bit strong asking her to join, but she seemed pretty excited so who knows.
Behind You Chapter 3
Previous Chapter For the next few days things seemed to go by like an anxious blur. While I was excited to see Lilah again in the following week and to get to know her more, I was feeling the uneasiness of being watched more intensely. Many times throughout the following work shifts at the daycare, I had Rosie among other staff catch me spaced out. One of them even joked that it's the ghost of my future romance that's spooking me. To that I just walked away rolling my eyes. Obviously, they don't get the whole haunted feeling, but Rosie must have told them about my 'heart eyes' for the new mom.
Behind You Chapter 2
Previous Chapter Here I've been working at Playful Pebbles Early Years Centre for about two years now as a daycare worker and I still love it. Everyone says that within three months you either quit or stop being able to talk like a normal and articulate adult. But its been 24 months and somehow, I'm still me, although a lot more of my clothes are paint and playdough stained. I've found it so rewarding watching these little clueless kids grow and develop personalities as well as basic skills. Who knew that little Joshy being potty trained, or Emma learning to write her name, would involve so much excitement and even make my day. Sometimes it's the little things that make a big difference. Oh, and Joshy being potty trained is definitely a BIG difference.
Behind You Chapter 1
She held me against the wall with her own body as she slowly closed the distance between our lips. I could feel my heart racing in my throat, and a shiver ran through me as I anticipated the much desired contact. I had been waiting for this moment for so long and now that I was finally here I thought I was going to explode. The air was pure electric. Her breath could be felt against my own before her lips finally found home. My brain melted as I did into her. Everything in me ceased to function while I was wired on the intensity. She wasn't rough, rather it was almost a slow and gentle kiss. I couldn't really tell anymore because it made everything even more intense and passionate. I felt myself moan into her as our lips molded into each other. Her hands were planted on my hips acting as my only grounding point; I was floating. My own hands rose to her neck and began entangling with her dark brown silky hair, pulling her closer than possible. Nothing around us existed in this moment. I began to nibble on her bottom lips practically hungry for more. This caused her to let out a groan which encouraged me further. Her hands began to play with the bottom of my shirt, slowly grazing my skin with smoldering touches gradually moving upwards. I felt her cool fingers grazing my bare skin around my back and could feel another moan rising from the depths of my diaphragm. Shivers ran across my body as I felt pure ecstasy from the simplest of touches. Her hands began tracing higher up as my breath felt both endless and limited by the intensity of the situation.
Noa Dryss goes through life constantly trying to reach forward while always keeping in mind what's behind them. While the world seems simple and concrete, the abstract is always lingering. Who will be that abstract that throws Noa's life into the storm so they can emerge to see the rainbow?