THE TASTE OF KARMA

Her eyes spoke of internal pain the rain dripping down her face as she wept in vain. Although her blood cooled slightly her distress would not be in vain. One to many times she had been so forgiving, totally disregarding the consequences of her weakness. Now she wanted nothing more than vindication only blood could bring.
The laughter dancing inside ears tormenting her in the dark alleyway. Stepping out from beneath the shadows her silhouette kissed by the light a passer by could see her beauty. The very thing covered in the darkness that had engulfed her soul letting everything loving whiter and die.
In this moment anything was possible!

Reckless abandonment brought her here. Outside the bar that housed their reception, his wedding. She had rebuked at the thought his pimple face maturing into a man while her smooth skin rippled with wrinkles.
The day he confessed his love for another she swore she heard the sound of her heart breaking, ripping through her chest and exposing the emptiness inside.

Music filtered out of the open door, her breath clutched inside her lungs as they stepped out of the pub hand in hand. Treasure giggled gayley but to her it sounded like the scrapping of a chalkbroad. Soaking in the rays of his love, the recipient of his attention Teasure basked in his glow. Closing her eyes as their lips almost touched a shard of her shattered heart.

Holding onto the last piece of her sanity she waited for a complete glimpse of the woman who had achieved the impossible. As her body turned and her face came to view something strange happened. Face to face as they near Treasure had a darkness in her eyes as sight she had seen before he tore her heart out.

There was no recollecting of the moment her sparkle died an instantly she knew Teasure would find out sooner or later.Suddenly her pain seem insignificant as she understood she too would meet the same fate.
” Congratulations.” She offered to the newly weds.

“Thanks.”

The look on his face was priceless as hey past hand in hand. Turning back to the darkness she smiled sweetly the taste of karma resting upon her lips. .

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IN LIFE AND DEATH

Ray Lake had never be alone; totally alone. These past few weeks dead silence had been his fear, music blared from the speakers as he attempted to block out the bad memories and cling onto the good ones. Emptying the laundry bag onto the bed he shifted through the clean items folding as he went alone. Before too long two small piles had risen. Folding the last shirt into four he placed it gently upon the teethering pile, a month ago he had been a husband to Naz Lake, today he was a widow. Picking up the pile of school shirts his stepped over the mat that covered the blood stain and moved down the hallway. Klaire, his only child had chosen to stay with her maternal grandmother but grief would claim him like it had her. Opening the dusty wardrobe he placed the compressed pile into the drawer and slammed it shut...
“This doesn’t make it better you know, folding some clothes and finally getting off your arse!“.Closing the wardrobe doors he hurried to the door, shut it tightly behind him and let his heartbeat regulate..“Still a wimp, no balls to face me. Well doors don’t contain me anymore.” She chuckled. “I can go anywhere I please. Wouldnt you love that Ray? True freedom!” She gushed..Counting slowly from one to ten he ignored the vioce inside his head and past the crime scene nervously. The police had ruled her death as an unfortunate accident, a tragedy even; but Ray had called it a blessing in private and ever since her presence haunted his soul relentlessly. Posing at the top of the stairs her beauty she captured a deeper piece if him even in death. Only the image of beauty distorted as her inner demon exposed its teeth and breathed its fire. Wild and free she floated with ease, her smile eerily broad as she pointed her long finger accusingly..“You killed me!”.”It was an accident!”.Turning her ghostly presence she drifted closer.“This gape on my head says otherwise.” Spinning she let her skirt caress his as he shuddered violently..”I said I would do fix the light”.“Like everything esle you promised and never forfilled.” She laughed.“You were joke then and your still a joke now Ray. You know and I know that I would not have waited for you to fix thay light, just admit it!” She screeched..”Leave me alone.”“You will never be free of me, we will be together forever.”.”Your a figament of my imagination.” He retorted trying hard to convince himself. ” Your a corpse!”He spat..“Only out there but in here I’m alive.” She sniggered as she drove her hand through his cranium..Screaming out in pain Ray fell to his knees”Go away, your dead.” He repeated more forcefully with each one..“Not until you come with me.” She whispered as she pushed him off the step...Tumbling down the stairs Ray saw his whole life flash before him. There she was young and unhappy with everything in life. There he was big spirt and a loud infectious laughter. Ten years past before a glimpse of the misery and pain. Then it came to him like sun bursting through the pouring rain, the day she fell from the ladder. The screws he removed from the steps, the joy he felt when she was dead. Suddenly he took a deep breath, the world went black and he swore he was dead..Dusting off his clothes he glare back at the top of the stairs angrily her smile streching from ear to ear as she stared back happily..Opening her arms she gushed “Welcome Dear!”.Looking down at his lifeless body Ray whimpered but no tear fell. Slowly his eyes left his body and his mind found a renew strength.” Stay right there while I killed you again.” He roared..“Come and get me!” Naz giggled…..© W O R D B E R R Y
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AT THE CROSSROADS

H I M: Release me he cried into the wilderness the fables of man lingering upon his tongue. Forbidden paths walked along the way, some things he could not say, but many things left undone. Taking steps towards the future he cradles his past and wonders if peace will last. Beyond the concrete jungle and down a grassy path he attempts a new start.
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ETERNITY

A L W A Y S AND F O R E V E R;:
Before, I became a mother I wanted to be so many things.
I wanted to travel the world and purchase my own diamond ring.
I had dreams of riches and a house so big. .
Then a detour from the yellow brick road
Meant a beautiful seed was sown
The sight that stole my heart
Then everything I ever planned fell apart
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Life became spontaneous as one more arrived another passenger on this crazy ride.
Just be certain I’ll give you everything I got
I’ll will be that solid rock.
I know you both got dreams and life is not at all what it seems
But the one thing you have that I didn’t;
Is me. .
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DORA THE EXPLORER

T H E U N K N O W N: The explorer travels the world in search of new discoveries. Upon his/her journey gathering all the sights he/she can see. Depositing all hopes and dreams. It has been said that the universe listens, carefully although unseen. While he/she trods his/her seed forgotton. Bursting through soil the elements make delicate selections, as they toil from our own projections rewarding those we have invested and those we have manifested.
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FALLING

F A L L I N G
The edge is nearer than I think
Sometimes the way isn’t always clear so I sink
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Constant in my attempt at ascending steps
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Consistently descending one at a time, at best.
Hurriedly thinking of ways to uplift, stay abreast
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Hands up in surrender and reaching for the sky
Intentionally aiming real high
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Still Falling In Flight. .
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EPISODE 1: PLEASURE VS PAIN

Diamond Falcon was a woman of power, a lady with connections to the biggest shakers in the city but nothing could satisfy her insatiable desire. Sat with her legs folded and her bosom exposed she waited patiently for his arrival. Business had come to an end, her husband had absconded and the cat was already in play.

Strikingly astounding was her beauty, a bowl of sweetness stirred with the Asian sea and blended with the african sunset. Her slanted eyes were carried by high cheek bones and her lips the image of cupids’ own. Shoveled into a messy bun, wisps of hair escaped the confines of her bun and framed her face so effortlessly.

Lost was any fear of interpretation or the abandonment she endured at the hands of the men she had willingly let into her garden. Tonight, she would be in control without question. The room had been dressed with precision and care, a domestic den at first glance but a sexual kingdom with deeper inspection. Larissa had certified discretion and an elite catalogue of choice while she desired persistent and consistent orgasms.

A click followed by a lenghtly creak drew her attention to the Adonis approaching her nakedness with an air of confidence she admired.

“I ..”

“No words.” She interjected the folds of flesh between her thighs moisten with lust.

Standing she crossex the floor as if floating, her feet making no sound as she walked twenty feet towards the King size bed. Fabian admired her from a distance his job only to please but her scent lingered behind like the taste of the sweetest honey.

“Stop.” He ordered without force but fear of explosion.

Obeying with urgency she stood still her body glowing in the dim glow in the candle light. The contour of her waist inside the small black dress had appeased his desire but the rufflled bottom and exsposed buttocks had stilled his heart. Rising, he stood six foot tall and seven inches wide. Following her path he meet her back with his width and groan heavily.

“Didn’t I tell you not to speak.” She uttered softly. “There are penalties for pleasure Charlie.” She purred.

“My name…”

“Your name doesnt matter right now Chuck.” She spat.

Gripping her waist he spun her with ease.” I shall not repent, instead you shall flog me without mercy.”

Grazing her lips across his she let her hand fall below his waist to tease the rod the prodded her so eagerly. Leaning back in his embrace her face exposed in the light he gasped.

“Diamond Falcon.”

The words fell from his lips so carelessly her body rigid in his arms.

“If you breathe a word of this to anyone and I mean anyone! You will be burying your entire family do you understand.”

Looking into her pale brown eyes he nodded obiently and carried her to the bed. Gently laying her down he teased the zip of her skirt down before yanking off her skirt so fast she gasped.

“My what other surprises do you have on store.” She giggled excitedly.

“Let me please you.” He said with conviction she believed.

Releasing her inhibitions she let her guard down. Standing behind the double sided mirror Larissa grinned, Fabian was irresitable reaching out she traced his body upon the glass before leaving her spectator alone.

100 WORDS AND MORE: STORY TIME

JADE: She had failed. The purple stain beneath her eye, the ten matching dots around her neck was proof she had failed. It had all happen so fast, her gun in Wesley chest, his fist in her face and the sound of gunshots ripping through the industrial estate he owned. Trembling beneath the shelter of a table she waited for the silence to swallow the ricohieting bullets. Wesleys’ lifeless hand hung from the table his life source dripping from his palm into a puddle before her as she held her breath.
A sharp snap, a loud clank and the silence grew thick, the inside of her mouth drying then the desert as she listening for any signs if movement. Uncertainty stabbed at her chest as she crawled out from beneath her wooden protector standing with caution. “Hands up.” A gruff voice ordered.
“Shit.” She cursed.
“Now!”
As instructed she raised her hands above her head and prayed to a God she had never served. “Now turn, slowly!”
One foot in front of the other she manouvered with her eyes shut tight to scared to stare death in the face. “Just kill me” she spluttered without conviction.
“Now, now darling why would he do that.”
Every muscle in her body relaxed, her eyes fluttering open as she clasped eyes upon her mother. “Get yourself together! We need to be home for dinner otherwise your father will start asking questions.” Shaking her head in disappointment her mother frowned deeply. “Darling you must stop playing with your target’s. It’s bad for business and it’s messy.” She said with a wave.

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STORY TIME

WHEN KISSES AINT ENOUGH: Samuels’ face said it all! The shifty glance, the snarl forming across his lips as I laid my discoveries on the table. There was no turning back, the locks had been broken and a bird had been released.
Pushing the paperwork away with the tip of his fingertips he scoffed. “This means nothing!” He snorted.
I smiled aware that this would not be enough to peel the skin from the onion or draw blood from the stone. “Carla.” I called without a tremble.
The corners of his lips fell to the ground his shifty gaze stuck to the floor. “What does this mean Samuel?” I asked pleasantly brandishing his indiscretion like a loaded weapon.
I waited a moment for his excuse, his valid reasons or even an apology but I knew it would never be enough. “Twenty years of marriage and you throw it all away for a woman younger than your marriage license.” I chuckled instead of crying.
“She meant nothing.”
Suddenly I felt elated, a breeze upon my face as my proverbial wings. He rose heavily his shoulders slumber and his eyes low. “She was a mistake.” He reasoned. “Samuel.” Carla whined her innocent feeling crushed.
Placing my hands upon his shoulders I pulled him close, relaxing his clasped my waist with urgency. “Samuel.” I whispered. ” You are the mistake!”
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BROKEN HEARTS THAT SING….

Lovely, He kissed me under the moonlight

Gently rubbing, asking me for loving

Removing my underwear

He whispered sweet, sweet nothings

Just to show he cared

But all to soon he had what he wanted

And left without a care

Stolen,

Robbed

Broken sobs

Tired of fake loving

Others can’t get enough.

Swollen, heartbroken and all alone

No answer, just silence when I call your phone

Absconded, lost , your not coming home

Where, oh where has all that love gone.

One moment, a lifetime

To remember you by

But lost is true love I will never apply.