Un-Stuck

Coffee. She needed coffee. There was so much to do. Wash sheets. Put away laundry. What was for dinner? Jared said something about salmon. Did they have salmon? Maybe in the freezer. The mirror in the bathroom was dirty. She’ll have to clean that too. The toothpaste was almost empty. Where was Jared’s toothbrush? She’ll add shopping to the list too. Or maybe Jared could stop on his way home. What else could he get? Milk. Eggs. Chocolate chip cookies. A treat for both of them. Or maybe they could go out. She could make a reservation. Kismet was their favourite. It’s where Jared proposed. They we regulars. Call restaurant - added to the list. Daylight illuminated the white cupboards in the kitchen. It was blinding. Something smelled. Rotten. Looked like the fridge door was left open. How many times did she have to warn Jared? The spring was wonky, he knew. Good thing it was almost empty. Nothing rotten here. Add veggies, cold cuts, and fruit to shopping. Maybe the garbage needed taking ...

The way you kiss her makes me want to cut her lips off and attach them to mine. ---Prompt--- The Unrequited love poem: How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back?

It seems like every couple of months I fall back to this blog like a life preserver, like it's going to save me, convince me (and others) that I am a writer who loves to create worlds out of words, and despite insecurities and lack of faith in my craft, push myself to post and release my babies out into the inter-world. But then I fall off the wagon, let other things take priority and forget for a while because sometimes it's simply too hard, and the increasing degree of failure cramps my fingers up and wipes my brain of all the words, simple and not. So, if you're still here, I am going to try again. I am going to get back on the wagon and continue down this path, hoping that one of these times my silly little experiments and exercises work and the easy flow of writing will come back to me. Let's stick to a schedule of Sunday and Wednesdays. Maybe I can stick to that.

Fall beneath the water, let it take you across the ocean push you into the current, pull your limbs from their sockets. Let it take you away from comfort thrust you into the darkness under each wave Let it drown out the noise, the hate and let it suffocate you because that’s better than drowning on poisonous air.

He couldn’t tell if his eyes were opened or closed. The darkness pressed so hard against his lids that it created a gnawing at the back of his brain. He had no idea where he was. It smelled of dampness mixed with rotting flesh. A sticky warm liquid poured from the corner of his mouth and the only sounds were the drops of blood against the floor. The taste of copper settled deep into his tongue. Phone. He tried to reach for it, but his wrists were bound behind his back, pulling at the skin and burning the flesh. Someone called. She called, he thought. But things weren’t making sense. Bite sized memories flashed through his head, a red lantern, a cat, a pistol colliding with his jaw. They found him. They knew he was sneaking around, and the Russian woman heard his phone and that’s when he met the side of her gun. A new wave of dread flowed over him. There was no doubt that they were going to kill him. No one would be on the way to save him. And since he didn’t get back, those men watchin...

My heart was beating a mile a minute. No woman has ever said anything like that to me and I definitely never thought I'd ever hear it said to me. I've always kept it straight laced, never strayed from the beaten path, and always took only calculated risks if I ever took them at all. This woman, this… incredible, beautiful, uncontrollably sexy woman just struck a cord in me I never knew existed in my entire life span to this point. I had to say something, I had to sack up and find my grit. But the words wouldn't come to me. I was stuck in utter awe at this moment. She began to kiss me so deeply and passionately. I could feel her thighs grip me harder and her soft moans and purrs were sending my heart into flutters. I pulled back and managed to get out a sentence. “By the time I'm done with you, you'll only belong to me.”  She narrowed her eyes at me and cracked a wicked smile. “Good,” she said softly, “I can't have it any other way.” Her smile grew bigger an...

The scrubbing was running her fingers raw, but there was more blood under her fingernails than she initially thought.

As the last column fell, I raced towards the Titan, blades in hand, ready for my birthright.

His fist collided with the wall beside my head. “Listen, bitch. Forget what you saw or next time my fist won’t miss.” His words were low and dangerous. After seeing what he had done to the girl before me, I would have been stupid to think it was an empty threat. It was strange to think that this was someone who had captured the hearts of every seventeen-year-old in our school. I could see the allure. The dark curly hair, light green eyes, a dimpled right cheek and something enticing about the way his lips formed around his words. But what no one mentioned was that when you got up close, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes, a wicked twitch laced into his smirk. He inched his face closer to mine, pushing his lips so close that the slight stubble on his chin pricked my ear. “Got it?” He whispered. He smelled like rain and cigarettes. It overwhelmed my senses, clouding my brain. “Yes,” I whispered back. Instant shame flooded my face. How many girls had he done this to before? How man...

Why would I fight it? She's impossibly beautiful and her presence is incredibly intoxicating. I found myself just walking towards her without question and it felt so good, so right, so perfect.  “That's a good boy” she purred, “Let's sit in the living room and chat about all the wonderful things that might be going on in your mind.”  My mind was racing at that moment. She turned to lead me to the living room and I couldn't help but steal a look at her from behind. An hourglass figure. Tight hips that trailed into a very plump ass and toned, slender thighs. My type by a mile. The Raven hair stretched down here back to the top of her butt, sides shaved with swirling, glyph like designs across them. Sharp facial features work almond shaped eyes. Her feet were narrow and cute and so graceful the way they naturally arched as she stepped one after the other.  She took her seat, or should I say, she flowed into it and tapped the cushion next to her. “Sit with me M...

It was the last one she had taken in a long list of antidotes used to try and escape a realm so unbearably difficult to handle.

The olive oil was the first to spill when grandfather began to change.