This is Love, This is Murder: Day 9

Tonight’s theme is Secrets Under the Bed, and to explore this theme I have decided to write an  Alliterisen poem where x=13. Also, catch up on Ellen’s latest posts here.

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There was something strange about him; oddly wonderful
Tyron could not put his finger on it as he sat right there
Staring at the man he went home with that dark night
It was never that easy for him; he was shy, quiet
“Your place is nice,” he said; the man kissed him quick
He wasted no time; his lips dancing on Tyron’s neck
Dizziness… Tyron pulled away; “What was in that drink?”

Alliterisen: a seven-lined poem with a specific syllable pattern and two alliterations per line. Syllable structure is x, x+2, x-1, (x+2)-1, x-2, (x+2)-2, x. Where x= 8,9,10,11,12, or 13.

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This is Love, This is Madness: Day 8

Today’s theme is Lost in You. I have written a short story for today’s post. I hope you all enjoy! Please like and comment! Also, catch up on Ellen’s latest posts here.

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His dark eyes always had a way of reading me. He could look at me and know exactly what I was feeling. I always thought it was funny how he looked at me and knew what I was thinking about something or someone. He said he loved every expression my face made when I talked or told him a story about my day.

That’s why I didn’t look in his eyes the last time I saw him, or he would have known that the end was near. It was hard pretending like nothing was wrong. I didn’t want to hurt him. I did not want him crying over me. I failed at that. But at least now he has someone else to blame.

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This is Love, This is Murder: Day 6

For the theme of Shame I have written a flash fiction story. It is very short and I might possibly expand on it some day if I ever feel inspired. I hope you all enjoy. Please take a look at my friend, Ellen’s blog here.

ekne678ktey-tomas-sobekHis beautiful brown skin glistened in the sunlight as sweat dripped down his magnificent body. The way he fought, how he moved, his entire figure was an amazing performance to watch. As he swung his sword up and down, left and right, it looked as if he was a painter and the battle field was his canvas. He was born to be a soldier.

Cacius Vorenus was a true and natural warrior; fighting was in his blood. His father was a general in the Greek Army and his mother was a beautiful and dangerous Egyptian Warrior. Cacius was the greatest warrior in his village of Amasia and he was only seventeen years old. For the last eight months Cacius had been fighting in Peydon alongside his Amasian brothers trying to defeat the greedy warlord Tarkos. Tarkos had been terrorizing Amasia for the last seven years; it was at his hands that Esmerani, Cacius’s mother was killed trying to protect him and his sister, Natari. This was Cacius’s chance to get revenge.

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This is Love, This is Murder: Day 5

Today’s theme is Love will tear us apart. I have written a poetic tale of 16 lines, with  syllables per line. I hope you all enjoy this one! 🙂 Also, check out my friend, Ellen’s post here.

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Hexed by You

She was the most beautiful girl
in the land. Thick, golden brown hair
Brown eyes that could see through your soul
Full lips and brown skin. She was strong

Her heart belonged to only one
She was the most beautiful girl
And her love was the most handsome
Her soon to be husband, Prince Yaotl

She was a princess, chosen to
guide her people to true greatness
She was the most beautiful girl
Her power stretched across the world

Her destiny was clear to her
Her sacrifice was understood
For a girl in those times, no choice
She was the most beautiful girl

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This is Love, This is Murder: Day 4

For today’s theme of Lust for Love I have written a flash fiction story. I hope you enjoy. Please check out Ellen’s post here.zbz5kp7d9z8-patrick-tomasso

Her golden brown skin was beautiful and soft to the touch. The man couldn’t resist caressing her bare back as she lay on top of him. The gorgeous young woman smiled as he touched her and leaned in to kiss him. Her lips were soft and wild as they pressed hard against his. He quickly flipped her on her back.  The man admired the woman’s beautifully curvy body before he began licking. He licked every part of her chest and then his tongue found its way to her belly button where he spent a good five minutes before the young woman flipped him onto his back and ripped off his pants, then she slowly took off her skirt and bent over to kiss his lips. She moved down to his neck, then his chest where she circled his nipples with her tongue before moving to his belly button. The man moaned breathlessly as she kissed and licked then he finally flipped the young woman onto her back then got on top of her and pressed his moist lips against her soft lips. The woman could feel the man’s hardness as she lay underneath him; she wrapped her arms around him and opened her legs. They were still in their underwear.

“You are so beautiful,” The man whispered into her ear.

“Yeah I know,” She smiled as the man began kissing her neck.

“I bet she never touches you like this?” the man grinned.

“Don’t say that,” the woman said, pulling away from the man.

“Come on baby don’t be like that.” The man pleaded continuing to kiss her.

“I’m not your baby so get the fuck off me!” The woman exclaimed angrily.

“Just relax.” The man said, holding the woman down on the bed.

She kicked him in the groin and pushed him off of her.

“You peace of shit,” she said, gathering her clothes and heading to the door.

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Diana slowly crept into the house. All the lights were out and the entire house was completely silent. She took off her heels and slowly stepped up the stairs. She didn’t want to wake anyone up. When she reached her bedroom she slipped out of her dress and quietly climbed into bed next to her lover Grace who did not wake. Diana did it again. She made it back before anyone even knew she was gone. She was a pro.

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This is Love, This is Murder: Day 3

Love Lost in a Hail of Gunfire

Helena took a big deep breath
Kicked the tall double doors open
And strut into the crowded room
A Glock 17 in each hand
She did not hesitate to kill

Two men near the door, kneecaps gone
Man with the bazooka, head-shot
She ducked and dodged every bullet
Shooting legs, arms, chests, head, and hearts

She wasted a dozen henchmen
And was face to face with the boss
If she wasn’t gonna get love
Because of Juan and his damn crew
Juan would not get love cause of her

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This is Love, This is Murder: Day 2

Today’s prompt is Dark Bedroom Fantasy. For my birthday, my best friend, Ellen (Click to see her blog), sent me a book with 300 writing prompts (she knows me so well). I decided to the prompt book as a gateway for my fiction where I respond to the prompts through the eyes of different characters. And as I struggled to come up with a post for day 2 I came across a prompt that inspired one of my characters to respond. The prompt was: What was the last puzzle you worked?

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“I thought you were impossible until now. You sparked so much wonder and excitement into my spirit that I thought for sure you were some otherworldly being sent to me as a gift for years of grueling work undying devotion, for the dirty infernal labor that most women would have detested and condemned.I toted the company line, slicing and dicing my own little work ethic. I kept my head down and satisfied the iniquitous requirements of my mission. I never overindulged or overestimated my role on this earth. I did what they told me and I never made a fuss. I was a loyal minion and now I have been blessed with the most amazing gift,”  said Lyana, a grin stretched across her face as she hovered above the bulky, brown skinned man strapped to the table in front of her.

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Clouds: Poetry

To check out the drawing by my friend Chris that inspired this story click HERE.

A Tale of Storms and Shadows

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Tei’Mele rushed past the thick trees, trying to get free
He did not look back, fearing it would be there
His brown skin covered in goosebumps, he could not see
The thick branch hanging ahead, knocking him square
He fell to the dirt, a loud howl, out of control
The monster, the beast that was searching for his soul

The beast growled in the darkness fear starting to form
Tei’Mele sat straight up, the wind knocked out of his lungs
Tei’Mele’s heart racing; his mind was in a storm
He struggled to ready himself, his courage flung
The monster with sharp teeth and pointy claws jumped out
Tei’Mele was so terrified, he let out a shout

The monster was ready to bite, hungry and mean
Tei’Mele could feel it’s deadly breath, evil and hot
It was the most frightening thing that he had seen
Escaping the monster filled Tei’Mele’s every thought
Tei’Mele waved his hands and the beast froze in the air
His eyes glazed purple and gray clouds began to flare

The monster roared, then disappeared
The gray clouds swarming far and near
Tei’Mele found power he never knew he had

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