Tracey Lalena
Bio
Ilove writing especially constrained writing and poetry.
Stories (4/0)
The Lady and The Lover
The Lady and the Lover My Dear Sethian, By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire with brilliant color. Inspired, I came back in to write you this letter my love. My feelings for you are palpable and you need to know how genuine my sentiments run through my soul. I am enamored with the way your eyes sparkle when you see me or the way your hair tousles as the wind blows through it. My heart fills with deep desire when I’m near you. I am enthralled by your profound intensity. Why do you want me so? Yes, I am a woman of status, but I have flaws- many flaws. You don’t look at the blemishes of my life but the love in my heart. You complete me. This may sound cliché, but I really feel that you are the better part of myself. Please know that these words are sacred and I do not kiss and tell and kindly afford me this one bit of secrecy. My love for you is not a shameful thing and if that is what you are thinking then I have not been dutiful in my actions nor have I explained my feelings well. Darling Sethian, I will be with you and beside you all the days of our lives. I promise to always love you with all the ferocity of our first intimacy. When I see you, passion is the only emotion I have besides love in its truest form. I feel washed white with the purity of us- a snowflake melding together with another as it falls from the gates of Heaven itself. Come with me as the present meets the future and our story will be told throughout the generations. I want to bear your children- as many as you desire. May they be as intelligent and full of wit and kindness as you are, my love. Take me in your arms and hold me. I need to feel your warmth and growing desire for me. I shan’t not think of the times, all the wonderful times, that we have spent entangled in ecstasy. I blush as I am writing this. You have made me feel things that I have never allowed myself to feel, which scares me but also thrills me. I give all I have and all I’ll ever be to you and you alone. No other will grace my heart in such a way. Tell me you love me, Sethian. For I wilt and die without you. Love me without abandon and tell me that we can finally be together forever. In the evening before last, my brother escorted me to the fair that came into our town. Curiosity overtook me and I paid the fortune teller gypsy a visit. She was a mystical soul with piercing eyes that foretold many a future. I was sure that she would put any worries that I may have had to rest. It didn’t materialize in the manner one would expect. She revealed to me that the love of my life would forsake me and be found in the arms of another. I dashed from that wretched place with tears on my face and malice in my heart. All the time we had spent together was washed away so totally- so completely that I had to do what needed to be done. Sethian- your dishonesty will not be accepted nor forgiven. I have given you all of me and in return I got less than nothing.
By Tracey Lalena 4 years ago in Humans
The Golden Envelope
The Golden Envelope “Lydia, my name is Lydia! Get that right!” She rolled her eyes and huffed. The bank teller apologized and corrected her mistake. The teller had never seen so much money being deposited. Five million. Lydia was in a rush to get that money in her account. She felt that maybe it was a joke, or a trick someone was playing on her. Waiting for the shoelaces to drop, Lydia was guardedly expecting the bank teller to say that it couldn’t be cashed, but that never happened.
By Tracey Lalena 4 years ago in Horror