Sai Marie Johnson
A multi-genre author, poet, creative&creator. Resident of Oregon; where the flora, fauna, action & adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit inspire, "Tantalizing, titillating and temptingly twisted" tales.
Pronouns: she/her or they/them.
The Selkie Revelation
The fire burned a bright orange reminiscent of fading sunlight leaving a twilight sky. I stared silently into it. My mind far off into the distance as I recollected what had just happened a few hours before. My weekend adventure with my mother had ended in a tragedy, and there was nothing I could do about it. Kieran was dead, and Grandma Adelaide had taken to her room for hours. Completely unexpected, and out of nowhere we had been ambushed by poachers. Mom suspected that they had followed us to the house, and probably waited for the chance to clarify that I was the next princess in line to merge our two clans. I shuddered suddenly. The realization of what had happened was more than I could bear, but I would never forget it. Not as long as I lived.
The Traitorous Twin
Deviaun strode through the hallway of the Order in her hand she held a simple leather-bound book with Latin words illegibly written across the top. The Sanguine Queen had a look of sure devious delight playing upon her features. What had she just done? Would the spell be her very undoing? With every step she took down the darkened corridor the echo of her boot-heels reverberated off the damp walls. A flicker of torchlight was all the illumination within the hall. Finally with a pause she twisted her head to the left, and lifting the book quickly she slammed it hard upon the bricks. The resounding smack brought a decadent smile to her lips. They twisted upward like a knife splitting meat to capture the apples of her cheeks. Such a wicked grin only gave more sinister meaning to what she had done, and finally the utterance of the witch’s voice fled free of her decadent pout,
Nothing New Beneath the Sun
The sun blazed overhead so much that the sand itself seemed to radiate a steamy heat that added to the scorching temperature. Marisol Ramirez had awoken early that morning knowing that the day would soon become a blistering inferno. The heat in the desert of Iran was not like the heat of other deserts. In this place it seemed to cook one alive even beneath the shade of canvas meant to protect the inhabitants from the harmful effects of the sunrays. Dressed in khaki shorts, and a white tank top Marisol looked like the average archaeologist working on an average day dig, but something about this day was different. It was as if the very air itself held a mystical quality that spoke of the strange outcome the afternoon would unveil. The crew had been working the dig for two months already, and so far they had come across several different relics, but nothing extremely fascinating.
The Unexpected Goddess
𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 The weight of her tiny bare feet as they motioned over the battlefield of debris that laid outstretched before the grimy-looking wretch who came to stand at the edge of the burning cabin was the only sound. Hours had passed, how many the girl could not say but enough that the fray that had demolished her home and the echoes of her grandmother's screams as she burned within could by now become so seared into Eulalia's memory that she almost thought she could hear it even now. An acrid stench wafted through the air but nothing remained. The bits of steam that now lifted from the earth were the only signs of the inferno that had engulfed the cabin in an instant.
What I've Learned as the Mother of Two Terminally Ill Sons
I had considered not sharing this here but it has dawned on me that some personal stories are meant to be shared. This particular story is very hard for me I won't deny that but I feel that the journey I've been on is important to share for those who may be in similar situations.
Controvery of a Catfish
As I sit to write this it’s a composition I am not quite sure where to start. From the top? From the fruit of my love for someone I met over a decade ago who has since gone on to become the kind of human I can’t help but respect and wish more than anything could be able to love in the way that he deserves? It’s hard to say where I should start and I don’t really want to name anyone in particular while I talk about this so I am going to use initials for each person. For myself I will use ‘S’ and for the REAL person I have had feelings for after so long I will use ‘RJ’ for the CATFISH I will use ‘CJ’
Things that Confuse a Narcissist
It would seem that lately a few keywords and experiences keep arising to remind me about the importance of maintaining my own mental health so that I can continue to achieve the goals I have set in place for myself. Recently, I came across a posting that made me think as I have battled many narcissists in my life, and have even been accused of being one despite actually being a Heyoka empath.
The Five I Wills of Satan
"For you have said in your heart: ' I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will also sit on the mount of the congregation on the farthest sides of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, and I will be like the Most High.' "~Isa 14:13-14 Dorn had asked them what the nightly plan would be, and neither Vitalia nor Kaira had a clue over that early morning cup of brew. Kaira had preferred to take tea as opposed to the fine java both her fiance`, and best friend had chosen to drink. The three of them sat pleasantly for a few moments simply enjoying an early morning chat before Dorn finally had to go do whatever it was the devil did. In his absence Kaira, and Vitalia came up with the perfect scheme they two would dress as exotic dancers, having borrowed outfits from Magdelyn's girls, and with the aid of Heinrich they would form the Troupe Da'Coch and throw Dorn an impromptu surprise bachelor party.
Farahilde Ada von Masoch was the youngest of all the fairer, and more elegant young ladies of Limburg, Austria. Born of a scandalous affair between her mother, and a nobleman. She was born out of wedlock, and therefore unable to claim heir ship to anything he possessed, but to her fortunate fate her grandmother was the Baroness of the city. As it were Farahilde was sort of the orphaned Cinderella who by goodwill only barely skid by on being a pauper rather than somewhat proper. Nevertheless it was this lack of pure right to anything that made Farahilde linger more in the shadows than most girls her age. It wasn't that Farahilde was so young she could not be dated, but more so because of her dislike for some of the words others associated with both her, and her family; a subject of rumors that were the lifeblood of these sorts of people. She was stunning truthfully with ruby red lips, and ringlets of silken chestnut brown. They fell like a cascading waterfall over her shoulders, and framed a heart shaped face. She even possessed the pouting lips of a siren, and somehow all she wanted was to find the proper male to kiss them. Like something out of a fairytale as her prince charming descended the next fine twisting staircase.
The Virgin's Sacrifice
The wedding of Kaira Faire von Masoch and Dorn Bruyere had been the premiere event in Lemberg the Spring that the two were betrothed. While their whirlwind romance came about out of nowhere Dorn and Kaira seemed to be the perfect pair. The family was bustling with life, and happiness and the bride was as beautiful as ever. With a romantic, debonair musician for a husband Kaira had felt her life was utterly perfect in it's completion.
A flash of white lightning filled the sky. In the distance gray clouds began to roll towards the coastline, and a far off thunder reverberated towards the small fishing boat that settled within the turquoise waves of the Destin Harbor. Captain Wesley Wright knew what it meant, and he called out to his first mate to pull up the last net for the day. Left with little time to get back to land he wanted to make the most of the catch before the storm descended upon them. Easton Pryce gave a nod of acknowledgment, and a waving hand signaled the other four deckhands to start wheeling it in,
A Devine Introduction
There were two spaces that had filled her with delightful possibility and those were the things which had prompted the youthful-looking Aleriana Devine toward her newfound task of venturing into the DeVuehn Estate. The existence of monsters was nothing she hadn’t already come to terms with and there was a flare of knowing that she would endure a few in her passage toward the famed manor.