Gardener

American Rose

Mighty and beautiful

Alone in the soul-soaked

Rain 

Abandoned and

Neglected

Taught she is worthless

Hallucinating that she found a Protector

colorHarem

Purple 

Embraced 

Red and 

Implored to be His lover

While

Indigo

Nuzzled

Kohl and

Lavender 

Enchanted White 

War Over Souls

Over the clouds

Racing across a purple sky

Cherubim and Seraphim 

Hearing the Earthbounds' pleas

Intercept the 

Devils that humans forgot 

Poppy

Covered in red

Open your petals to Me 

Quiet girl

Unbreaking and

Eternal

Love lives 

Inside that which

Can't be seen and blooms

Only when 

The Maestro commands 

faithfulServant

Decades spent being

What others need. No one thought 

To ask what I need. 

Back in Black

Kassie Jean never wasted time. She always knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Tonight wasn’t going to be any different. She pulled her slick 1967 Impala into Charlie’s driveway. She wasn’t intimidated by how rural his home was. In fact, she grew up a country kid. The heavy concrete jungle of the city made her feel claustrophobic. Out here she could take in as much air as her lungs would allow. It was summertime and well into the evening. The sky had already turned pinks and purples as the sun retreated for the night. The fireflies were flirting with each other, and the frogs provided the soundtrack. She was ready for this adventure.
Kassie Jean was about ready to turn off the rumbling 327 motor when she noticed the porch light kick on and Charlie exit his house. He looked casual in his well-worn jeans and Mel-O-Cream Donuts shirt. His shirt wasn’t quite long enough to hide his catcher’s ass, and Kassie Jean took a good long look as he locked up his front door. So far, Charlie was everything he promised on Tinder.
Charlie half-jogged down the pavers leading to the driveway. He tucked his keys into his front pocket and ran his hand over his dirty blonde crew cut. The door hinge gave its usual groan as he opened the front passenger door and slid in. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. This car is gorgeous.” He reached across the bench seat and extended his hand. “I’m Charlie. It’s good to finally meet you face to face.”
“Thank you, Charlie. I’m Kassie Jean. This meeting has been a long time coming. Glad our schedules finally worked out after months of messaging.”
“Yeah. Jeez. And your pics do you no justice. You’re super pretty.” He rubbed his hands over the thighs of his jeans as if to work out his first date jitters.
Kassie Jean detected a hint of nervousness to his voice as well. She knew how to fix that. “It’s been a long while since you’ve been on a date, yeah?”
“That obvious, huh?” he replied with a nervous smile and another ruffle of his hair.
“Tell ya what. How about we get all the awkward stuff out of the way? Right off the bat.”
Charlie looked at her with narrowed eyes.
“Hop in the backseat.” she said
“Excuse me?” Charlie choked out.
“Trust me. Just hop in the backseat. I promise I’ll stay right here.”
“Ohhhhhh kayyyy…..” he replied.
Charlie took a deep breath and opened the front passenger door. The characteristic metallic squawk of the door hinge made Kassie Jean smile. Once the front door was shut, he opened the back door and slid into the backseat, snapping the door shut behind him.
Kassie Jean turned around and kneeled on the bench front seat. She quickly unfastened the tiny buttons of her fitted button-down shirt. While keeping her head down, she darted her eyes upward for just a second to gauge Charlie’s reaction. His chin was nearly on his chest and his cheeks were flush. Once she shrugged out of her shirt, she popped the hooks on the back of her bra. She tossed both articles of clothing on the front seat beside her and leaned with her elbows on the back of the bench seat. Her tits were perfectly perched on the backrest.
“Now, let’s see about getting past the first date jitters.”
Charlie shifted in the seat and slouched just a bit. There was plenty of room in the back of the ‘67, and his knees didn’t even touch the front seat. He unconsciously rubbed the heel of his hand against the button fly of his jeans. Kassie Jean could tell her inhibition caused a reaction.
“Don’t worry about me. Close your eyes if it makes you more comfortable,” she purred.
Charlie’s eyes rolled a bit as his lids fluttered closed. He let a heavy breath escape his lungs and continued to rub his cock through his jeans. He was incredibly hard within seconds. Kassie Jean’s voice was like honey as she coached him.
“I bet that cock wants out. How about you undo those buttons?”
Charlie didn’t waste any time. The buttons were undone with one pull, and his cock stiffened harder once the night air touched it. He wrapped his hand slowly and deliberately over the head and continued the stroke downward.
“Now, doesn’t that feel better? Show me how you stroke that pretty cock.”
Charlie did exactly what was asked of him. He picked up the pace a bit, making sure his middle finger ran over the divot of his head. The fire it sent through his body was near unbearable.
“That’s a good boy. Faster, Charlie.”
His breathing was ragged. His face was flush. His hand tugged harder and faster. Within minutes he knew he would cum.
Kassie Jean read all the signs perfectly.
“So pretty. Cum for me Charlie.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Charlie’s hips thrust forward as his hand came downward. The crippled cry that escaped his chest emphasized the intensity of his orgasm. The cum drenched his twitching cock and covered his hand. Three more hard thrusts and the last was spent. He slowed his breathing and his stroke and eventually opened his orgasm-drunk eyes.
Kassie Jean hadn’t moved. Her smile was unstoppable. The entire car smelled like sex.
“How’s those nerves?” she teased.
“Gone,” Charlie replied with a sideways smile.
“Good,” she said.
“Give me five minutes to change. I need a different shirt,” he laughed.
“Five minutes. Then I’ll meet you for the first time again.”
Charlie smiled. She was definitely going to be an adventure.

And So Its Watch Begins

There is a lonely island

Hosting a lonely soul 

That manages a lighthouse

Unchanging

Constant 

Making the rounds 

Cleaning the lens

Keeping the fire alive 

Not as a beacon 

But as a warning 

The lonely soul is an

Ugly creature

Far too ugly to see the day

And the lonely island is

Its undying death sentence 

chapterBooks

My mind needs the room

My heart needs the knots

My wrists only wear perfume

Turn the page 

Turn the page

Sleeping Beauty gets no rest

No peace 

When Laurent plays with boys 

Cleave

Bruised from the fall

Able to see the 

Neversummer 

In the shattered sky

Stuck in a world where

Healing arts are lost

Every step drives the broken glass

Deeper into my soul 

 

Doorbell

Death has come to call. 

Ignoring the door will not

Make him go away. 

TwitterShort Challenge 9

 

                Etienne couldn’t believe her ears. Grounded. And for what? Using a can of Raid and a Zippo as a flame thrower to get rid of some wasp nests? Clearly her mother would never understand her genius.

                This could not stand.

                Tonight was the third meeting of the Sage Stick Society. There was no chance she was missing it. She and the founding members were holding initiations tonight. She was expected to be there. No one in the super secret club would ever take her seriously again if she didn’t attend this meeting. 

                Etienne grabbed the broken Bulova pocket watch she picked up at a garage sale for two dollars and the remains of her half eaten chocolate Easter bunny and stuffed them into her backpack. Preparation was important when making a jail break, and rations would be crucial if she made it out. 

                She slowly opened her bedroom door and peered down the hall. She knew her little sister was already fast asleep in the bedroom directly across from hers. Getting to the stairs wouldn’t be a problem.  

                She slipped down the hall in her stocking feet and scampered down the stairs. Her parents were in the family room watching Paula Deen toss something around in an oversized salad bowl. Perfect. They were completely distracted by the TV.

                Etienne scuttled past the family room and into the main foyer. She caught her breath as the marble bust of Benjamin Franklin that rested on the corner of the piano seemed to stare her down all the way to the front door. No matter. Freedom was feet away.

                She ever so slowly turned the knob to the front door and pulled.

                There on the front porch was her little sister. 

                “MOOOOOOOOOOM!” Joni screamed.  “I TOLD YOU SHE WOULD TRY TO ESCAPE!!”

                Etienne gave Joni the death glare. 

                “Oh, Mother. This battle is yours. But the war shall be mine,” she vowed with clenched teeth as Mother grabbed her wrist and hauled her back to bed.

 

Exhaustion

It's not just a fork

In the road

It's the hundred forks before it

It's the blistered feet

And the soleless shoes 

It's the sunburnt skin

And the rain drenched clothes

It's the fear 

That if you stop to breathe 

You'll die

All The Degrees

The cry of a soul

As the sun burns 

And scalpels flay

And scraps are tossed 

To hungry wolves

The crush of a thousand truths

That finding each piece 

Seems impossible

Until

A pin prick of light 

And a whisper of promise

Makes it shift

The cry becomes 

One of joy instead 

The Coming Winter

***Author's note: The following is an original piece submitted for Anna Meade's Midsummer Night's Dream Writing Contest. Be sure to click the link and see what other fantastic stories await!***

                I awoke with a kiss. Strange. I didn’t even remember falling asleep.

                And yet there she was. Gigging like a bubbling brook.

                The fayr stood a handful of steps away from me. Her oversized hands covered much of her face, leaving just the twinkling blue of her eyes exposed. Her rich blonde curls bounced as she laughed. The wrap dress was torn and dirty, but her skin looked like honeyed cream.

                I shook my head to clear the daydreams away. My mane tossed about as I stretched my wings and put hoof to ground. Since I was only a yearling Pegasus, we stood nearly eye to eye, she and me.

                “I found you!” She squealed. “Let’s play! Follow me!” She took off skipping down a foot path that trailed to the lake. The scent of the blue bonnets and lavenders begged me to follow her.

                I shook my tail and set off bounding behind her, determined to return the tag she’d placed on me. We tagged back and forth until we reached the lake. Playing made me thirsty, and the water was clear and inviting. I drank deeply until I felt the violent pain of something piercing my lung and driving into my heart. My last vision was of the peaceful lake, and my ears rung with her childish laughter.

 

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                “You promised me the wings, Atcheton.”

                “That I did, wicked fayr,” the troll said with disdain. He hated making bargains with lesser beings. But the summer had been a hot one, and his crops burned in the unrelenting sun. Winter would be hard if food couldn’t be secured. “Next time bring me a bigger one. The yearling are tender, but there’s barely enough meat for two days.”

                The Fayr smiled innocently and gathered her treasure, eager to attach them to her dirty dress. “That will cost you more than just some wings, Troll.”



 

Afraid

Poor little dove 

Caught in the hunter's net

Wings beat unto exhaustion 

Starved and lonely

Too tired to cry

To watch it die would be a shame

And yet to save it invites it's bite

A choice to be made 

And the countdown starts

Because a split second

May make the difference 

brokenWing

At the end of the world

Is a ledge

To no where

When the crowds behind you surge

Because they do not see or care

And there comes a mighty shove 

Close your eyes and pretend you're flying

And then the dark won't 

Scare you 

Gravity

The crush of

Of your weight 

Lean in a little harder

I can still breathe

My feet are still under me

My vision isn't blurred

Kill me quick 

Or not at all

digitalOceans

Handwritten 

Scrawling script

The confession of a thousand feelings

The circumstantial evidence of a soul

Stuffed into an envelope 

Rolled into a bottle 

Thrown into an ocean

If it finds a home

And connects with one other person

The words were worth it  

The Binding Irons

The corporeal prison hosting 

An internal battle 

My trap

Understanding what I know and 

Fearing what I feel

And the inability to reconcile 

Soul and mind

Leaves me here

On broken rocks

Unable to escape 

The incoming tide

I'm not sure 

I want to move 

Even to save my life

Display

The courage 

To step forward

Praying to be chosen

Allowing them to see you

The slave trader's stage is 

A terrifying place 

Nothing is hidden

Everything exposed

And snap judgements

Decide the course

Of a life 

equalMatch

Is it your soft groan

Is it my flushed cheeks

That turns your eyes into smoke

Is it the things you do to me

Is it the things I do for you

That make you want more

The knots

The bindings

All just for show

When it's really the invisible leash

That connects my soul to yours

The lock and key complete

Only as a set 

flightPath

Time flies

Not smooth and crisp

Like a hawk's journey 

But disjointed and erratic

Like a butterfly

Bouncing here 

Jerking there

Dependent on 

Time spent near you