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The Blessed Lands
There weren't always dragons in the valley, little did I know I would become one... For a moment everything stopped moving and it was so quiet. I could hear my breathing; I watched my chest rise, up and down. My vision was cloudy while sweat trickled down my forehead. What was happening to me? I fell...
By PrettySavagePublishings2 years ago in Fiction
To Krista With Love
Today was supposed to be a celebratory day, I worked so hard over the last 6 months to get to this point. The adrenaline rushed through my body and blood pumped in my ears. Tiny beads of sweat started to form on my upper lip and under the rim of my black beanie. My fingers flexed alongside the trigger of the .338 LM XS1 as my hand gripped the pistol grip. I lay flush against the floor, in the dark. The only light the night offered was the moon filtering through the shades. I checked the chamber to make sure I was loaded. That was a nervous habit I had always had a bad memory of. My target would not be arriving for another hour, I was practicing. Tonight had to go as planned, so much was riding on me pulling this off. Some people may be nervous to do something like this but I have become an addict. I think it’s the unknown, the mystery for me. To be completely honest I got bored! I know what you're thinking, how does someone get bored and end up holding a high powered rifle in the middle of the night dressed in all black waiting for a target. It’s not really a long story at all, I kind of laugh when I go over the details in my head. I placed the rifle in a safe spot in the room, a spot only I could get to. Tonight was my graduation, what I was graduating to I had no idea but I knew that the beginning had changed my life and I wanted more. Looking around this hotel room everything looks normal, nothing out of place absolutely pristine. That used to be my life, and it is still very much a part of my life but oh how things have changed. Let me take you back to my first mission. It was a regular day just like any other day. The kids were off to school and I was off to do grocery shopping while dad rushed off to work. I had one child in middle school and two in high school. Between school, after school and the weekends we were always on the go. When I pulled up to the grocery store I sat idle for a while. Sometimes this was the only time I got to myself to think without all the noise. I recognized all the familiar faces, smiling and waving at those that I knew. That day I was especially tired of all the noise. I wanted to find something just for me that I could focus on and enjoy. I got out of the car and made my way into the grocery store. About an hour later I was headed back out cart filled to the rim. Three growing boys in one house, they went through food as if it never existed. After getting the groceries in the trunk I went around to the front of the car and just before getting in noticed a little black book tucked under my windshield. It looked like one of those religious pamphlets that people usually leave when they don’t find you in your car to harass you. I plucked it out from under the windshield, chucked into one of the grocery bags in the back and made my way home listening to some smooth jazz. Once I got back home I put the food away and in the last bag was the little black book. I picked it up, put the bag away and headed to the sofa to relax before the boys got home. I poured myself some wine, and took a long sip. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere. I sat down and propped my feet up on the chaise. I flipped through a couple of pages and they were empty, strange. It wasn’t until I got to the 10th page there was a Safe deposit box number with the name of a bank written beneath. My only thought is that maybe someone thought they were putting something else under the windshield and placed this by accident. I didn’t even know who to return it to. I checked all the pages and nothing. It wasn’t until I got to the back of the book that I felt a harder covering protecting the inside of the book. I had to use the tip of my nail to get in to come up. Once I did there was print on the back of the inside cover. In cursive writing it said to Krista Stephens, with love the unknown. I dropped the book, you see I was Krista Stephens and I had no clue who this unknown was. I started to pace the floor. The kids wouldn’t be home for another 3 hours so maybe I could check the bank out. I grabbed my chrome book and went to google. The bank's name was Lamedia bank and it wasn’t located too far from me. It seemed to be a pretty small bank. I started to pace the floor again. After a moment I stopped and made the decision to go. I grabbed my keys, my purse and the little black book. I was sweating bullets, by the time I got to the bank I was drenched. I parked in the furthest parking spot from the door and tried to get myself together. I really had no idea what this was, for all I knew Jay could be planning a surprise he did things like this. If I didn’t check it out I would never know. I got out of the car, swung my purse on my shoulder, brushed my loc's back out of my face, straightened my dress and headed toward the entrance. Once inside the cool air from the ceiling fans help to dry some of my moisture. I pulled the little black book from my purse and made my way to a teller. It was pretty empty inside, only one other person was online so I stepped to the second teller. I said good morning and simply asked if I could get into my Safe deposit box. She asked for my ID and the safe deposit box number. In just a couple of key strokes we were on our way to the back. Once in the safe deposit room she pulled the box and said she would give me some privacy. I was a little nervous about opening it, I paced in front of it for about 5 minutes before I took the key and opened it. One I pulled the lid back and my mouth dropped. Inside was 20,000 dollars, A fake ID to the local water company, a credit card and two syringes filled with a clear liquid inside of them. Beneath all of that was a sheet of paper. I pulled it out and began to read, At the very top it stated Mission 1. To make a long story short at this juncture because time is tight lets just say I followed the instructions. We can get into why later, with my therapist. I followed in this order and did everything exactly as explained:
By PrettySavagePublishings3 years ago in Criminal
Sometimes love comes in the form of friendship
We only get one life and in that life we some times come across people that we never would have saw coming. For a couple of years now I have been in an abusive relationship. So many times I thought I would have the courage to leave and it just never happened. There was always an excuse I came up with, financial excuses, the children excuses and actually caring about what happened to the person abusing me. I even ended up with a broken finger and still I stayed. Until one day I went to visit a friend and she changed my outlook on what I was going through. I had been putting off going to visit this friend, I had so much to do and just didn't want to make the drive. Another reason is it was hard visiting friends because my boyfriend really didn't want me leaving the house. I texted her one afternoon and told her I would be there the next day. The next day came, I ran some errands and then headed to her apartment. Once I got to her apartment I felt so much more peaceful. She had lit candles and the vibe was of a healing nature. While sitting there listening to different meditation mantras she asked me about what was going on at home and the first thing I said was "I picked the wrong cancer!". That was an inside joke about astrology and compatible signs. I told her about the fighting, the broken finger, the cuts and bruises and she asked me why I hadn't left yet. I did what I always do, gave her all the excuses I had committed to memory over the last couple of years. I told her I just needed to wait until this and that happened and all she said to me was don't worry about any of that "God got you". I told her I would leave as soon as possible and she said "Why not right now?", I said "okay" and she got dressed while making me a gift bag of crystals, candles and fresh lavender. We ended up going to the the court house that evening and I obtained a restraining order. The whole time she just kept telling me that I would be okay and that this was a new a beginning instead of an ending. She rubbed my back while the judge gave me a dose of tough love and just like that I had started on a new path. The generosity she displayed that night helped me to leave a situation I would most likely still be siting in and making excuses for. Sometimes love and support come from the most unexpected places and we should forever be grateful when it does.
By PrettySavagePublishings3 years ago in Humans