Fantasy
Angel and Baby Parker
When we finally woke up, we were all a little groggy. Then the stretching, scratching, rolling, and yawning commenced. We made our beds in our foggy, morning-wake-up-routine state of mind, and like a snapping finger, in the midst of this waking up, it hit us all at the same time what waking up this morning meant. We all looked around at each other and seeing Angel and I had not lost our horns or new colorings, Owen started getting really excited and did a back spring flip of excitement.
By Niecee May5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
Is this actually him, though? Is he astral projecting right now? Is he telepathically communicating with me? This is not the first time I have heard Zabian inside of my head speaking with me and the last length of period in which this happened, it near drove me fucking crazy. I once watched a video of Zabian and his wife where-by at the end of the video, Zabian indicated that we shared a telepathic ability. And I should probably note here, that the video also insinuated that the woman sitting next to him was not Zabian’s wife at all, but his brother’s. This was then validated when I was later looking at a photo of him and his wife and my phone began to glitch. Then when the picture returned, his wife was still covered by a glitch and Zabian, was as clear as the original photo. Anyway, his eyes were soft and gentle in the video. It appeared as though he was in a natural altered state of consciousness, similar to the one that which entices within me, a state of vibrational ecstasy. As his wife was talking to the camera, Zabian was whispering to himself. I could not hear what he was saying, but his lips were moving as though he was responding to a voice inside of his head. This video was produced right after I had questioned our ability to accomplish telepathic communication. I was not sure if the message was genuine, for obvious reasons. Don’t get me wrong, when I hear his voice in this way, it is always one of pure unconditional love, encouragement, adoration and of course, the most tempting of amorous seduction. However, without any solid verbal validation from Zabian that this is actually what is taking place between us, I begin to question my sanity every time that it occurs. That horrible feeling of bewilderment floods my system again in this moment as the transpiration of this transmission arises. The original intention behind that of my instigation of self-pleasure quickly flashes through my mind and I sequentially decide, that if Zabian needs to be in my thoughts in this way, then I shall welcome it. In fact, I am going to further this with an invitation. “If this is the way that you want to make love to me Zabian, if this is what your soul needs, then go for it. My vessel is yours to enter.” With the sentiment, I roll over onto my back, to where I spread my legs and welcome penetration. However, as soon as I do, the experience immediately ceases.
By Lauren Davey5 years ago in Fiction
Angel and Baby Parker
When something magical happens and you live to tell the tail sometimes things aren't received as well as could be hoped. After the wonderous magical world was reviled to us and it was finally time to go home for the night, we said our goodbyes and headed home. A part of me felt like we should stay in the woods with all our new friends. Angel insisted we return home and tell Owen, our little brother. He was going to be so jealous.
By Niecee May5 years ago in Fiction
Octavia
“Octavia, Time to get up for school”, my mom called. I groaned into my sheets ugh “5 more minute’s mom!” I yelled in return. I heard her laugh and walk away. I hated mornings they always come to quickly and last to short. I wanted to stay wrapped in my goose down blanket. It was warm and I felt safe. I sighed I knew if I didn’t get up my mom would come back and practically drag me out of bed by my feet with as much enthusiasm as a sloth I got up, “Man, I got to pee” I thought to myself as I made my way across the hall into the bathroom. Our house wasn’t a huge one, it was cozy and cute like a little fairytale cottage. One bathroom two bedroom all so close together the doors almost touched. I didn’t mind living in this house I loved it. Big houses scared me, and you never knew what could be in them. After I did my business I went back to my room, a smile creeped onto my face my mom laid out my cloths for me she is so sweet a little erratic and hairbrained but sweet. I got dressed and sat at my vanity to do my hair and makeup for the day. I stared into my reflection. A girl with jet black hair pale skin and violet eyes started back at me I was different. I had to hide my true eye color I couldn’t risk anyone finding out, I loved my eyes and I hated hiding them, with less enthusiasm as a cow being led to slaughter, I reached for the lens case. Muddy brown ugh it was the only color that hid my eyes I hated them they felt weird and made my eyes itch. I put them in and started working on my hair. Long and shiny likes a ravens wing I decided to just brush it and leave it down I didn’t feel up to messing with it today. I dotted on some come here boys red lip gloss that gave the color of blood red to my lips. I glanced one more time into the mirror before getting up to get dressed. I walked over to my bed and grabbed my hip hugger jeans I smiled these where the ones that made my butt look amazing if I do say so for myself. I put them on along with a lacy black thing and matching bra. The shirt that was on my bed looked new puzzled I grabbed it and walked out of my room I could see my mom bustling about in the kitchen I waled down the tiny hall into it. “Hey mom?”, she turned and looked at me “yes dear?” Hey brown doe like eyes staring at me “Umm I was just wondering is this shirt new?” I held it up Her face flickered I didn’t recognize the look it happened so quickly, but I knew something was up “Oh yes, I got that for you and would love to see you wear it today” she said turning her back on me. She knew if she looked at me, I would be able to sense something was up. “Mom”, “look at me” Her body stiffened I knew she was trying to prepare to block me she never could, slowly she turned around. The look in her eyes almost made me take a step back. Was that fear? I decided to drop it, I walked up to her and gave her a hug. “Thanks mommy I love it.” She relaxed. “You’re welcome, dear now hurry up and finish getting dressed or you will be late.” She said with a smile on her face. “Ok mom” I said and went back to my room. I put the shirt down on the bed and looked at it. It was made of a silky Black material that had little silver beads around the chest area shaped into a butterfly. It was beautiful I had to admit. I was a little scared it wouldn’t fit over my boobs. They weren’t small or huge either but for a 17-year-old they were big. I took the shirt and gasped at how it felt when I out it on. It was so light and silky It kind of felt like I stepped into a cloud, and it wrapped itself around my body. It took me a moment to determine that it was my imagination, it was a shirt for goddess’s sake. I turned to my mirror and was stunned it fit perfectly almost like the shirt knew where to curve to match my body I shivered, and I shook the feeling off and grabbed my shoes. They where my favorite pair. Little ballet flats that sparkle. Once I finished getting dressed, I grabbed my phone form the charger and smiled. My best friend apparently has been blowing up my phone Man does that girl ever sleep. I put the phone in my purse and walked out into the kitchen again. Mom made me a sausage and egg breakfast sandwich. “Hey mom got to run Kayla Is freaking out right now.” My mom chuckled, “when isn’t she?” She asked with amusement in her eyes. I laughed grabbed my sandwich and kissed her on the head. Bye mom Ill see you after school I love you. “I love you too Octavia”, my mom said. I turned to the door and opened it. It was a bight and sunny day I loved the sun, if it hit my hair just right, you could see streaks of dark purple. I made my way down the street towards Kayla’s house. I read her messages while walking. “O, you won’t believe what happened at Tyler’s party last night! It was a shame you weren’t there.” “No, seriously are you mad at me because I went? Text me ASAP!” “OCTAVIA ROSE HALLOWAY YOU ANSWER ME THIS MINUTE!” Uh-oh she used my whole name she must be mad, I texted her back quickly “K calm down I am fine I fell asleep early now get your cute butt outside ill be there in 2” I put the phone back into my purse and focused on my food. I didn’t notice something was following me until it was almost too late. I turned around almost falling. I gasped that was the last thing I remembered.
By Simmer Shari5 years ago in Fiction
Angel and Baby Parker
Have you ever had a dream? A dream that no one else understood? I have a dream, and my sister and I are the only ones who understand. Our town is small and we live a quiet life. One day while out exploring our dream became a reality and forever changed us. This is our story.
By Niecee May5 years ago in Fiction
Shadows
Sara clawed herself backwards towards the trees. The cold water of the lake lapping at the shore in front of her. Her clothes were soaked. Her hair was a tangled mess from the water and the sand when she had finally made it back to shore. She stared blankly out at the water so dark and ominous. Her heart beating loudly in her chest, though, slowly calming down. What had just happened?
By Torey Barrett5 years ago in Fiction
The manifestation of lust.
Desire. It’s a passionate trap that ensnares our senses, and captivates our minds. The simple gesture of another’s touch, the subtle hints through soft, seductive tones, and the display of affection that imprisons our hearts. Binding our souls to another that should not have been, entwining our flesh, attaching ourselves to another in our displays of weakness. To the simple, what looks delicious is enticing. To the foolish, the beauty of another is enough to lead astray. Such folly leads unwitting men into the grave by the deceptive intentions of the promiscuous woman. Into the very pits of hell, where death becomes their shepherd.
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
I awake no longer in my lounge-room, but in my bed. My dog is next to me, licking the outside of my left thigh. “How did he get inside?” Sitting up, I realise that there is blood everywhere. It is all through my bed and all over me. Searching my vessel I notice a deep gash on the outside of my left thigh, right where my dog has been licking. “Yuck!” I grab a flannel from the bathroom and apply pressure to the wound. “What the fuck happened? How did I get into my bed and how did I get this gash?” The blood does not stop pouring from the wound and I know that I am going to have to call an ambulance. “Fuck.” Walking out to the lounge-room area, I observe the scene. It appears as if there has been a struggle. The back door is wide open. There is a broken fruit bowl behind the couch. The area to where I tried to take my life was still as I remember it, though. Popping the dog outside and shutting the door, I call the ambulance and quickly tidy up the area in the lounge-room, hiding all evidence of any attempt on my life. I feel a little groggy, but otherwise I am completely conscious. The tears begin to flow as I realise that my life has been spared. However, they are not tears of joy or gratitude. They are tears of sorrow and pain, knowing that I am expected to continue with this journey as it is.
By Lauren Davey5 years ago in Fiction
