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H O L D  M E  D O W N…….
Nessa shrugged, “Whose laughing.”


Bling Carter lowered his gaze and sighed. In his entire reign he had never employed a woman to do a mans job, but his choices were limited. The loyal ones had dispersed and the flakes had abandoned ship. Everything around him was crumbling except the pretty thing standing before him. There was something about her eyes that bore into his soul like she had seen him before and it made him nervous.

Since Ashely had taken her under her wing a tiny seed of curiosity grew everytime he was in her presence. In a million years he would never intend to cheat on Ashley, only  Nessa was an intention he could not resist.
Pulling up his pants he sat back on the desk and folded his hands across his lap.

“You really trying to do this now!”


Nessa smirked before turning on her heels towards the door.

“Where you going?”

Nessa contained her laughter before retracting her steps.

“You know I don’t play games Bling. Let’s stop pretending.”

“Thats not the point, if Ashley finds out about this she will kill me!”

“What Ashely don’t know wont kill her, besides you know and I know I only work for the best” Nessa purred. “Weasle desrves it, he took out your bonafide and tried to kill you and for what?”

Blings body tensed and Nessa knew she hit a nerve. Everything she had done was leading up to this moment.

Dropping the stack of notes on the table Bling relented. Even in his doubt, Killer had vouched for her reliability and Ashley stood by her loyalty.

“When you do this you got to disappear, Weasles guys will be coming for everybody.”

Taking the pile with ease Nessa smiled.

“No problem Man.”

Slipping her concealed weapon from her sleeve she aimed and fired. Slumping forward Bling bled out onto the oak pine floor. Shaking her head Nessa wiped the tiny speckled of blood splatter off her face and grinned wickedly.

“There was a lesson here Bling too bad you didn’t stay in school.”

Tucking the notes carefully into her bag Nessa stepped out of the office and halted at the sight of the devil.

“I can explain.” She mumbled as the laser beam danced accurately across her forehead.

“You don’t think I would figure it out, huh, all them times man was fucking you the whole time you had your own plans.”

Swallowing the bile in her throat Nessa thought careful before she spoke.

“Saint, I speared you for a reason.”

Shaking his head Saint took a step closer.

“You didn’t so shit for me.” His hand shook as he yelled angrily. ” I’m the last man standing that puts a target on my back and you know it too.”

“I told you to come with me.” Nessa replied. “Your loyalty to Bling could have had to killed a long time ago but I choose to save you. We can make it together you dont need this.”

Nessa smiled at the memory of their time together and sighed. The vow to never reveal her identity was about to be broken and the love they had may be lost forever.

Saint tutted “Mans from the hood what the fuck can I do on a farm. This right here is my life and you wont steal it from me.” Steadying his hand he closed his eyes.

“Sinner.”

The whisper of her brothers name brought gasp from Saints lips as his eyes sprung open and his face drained of blood. Clutching the shaking gun Saint tried to block out the thunderous heart beat in his cranium. Sinner was dead. Ten years ago he had lost his best friend, a man he would never forget. The mere mention of his name made his blood run cold. Scowling he maintained focus on the target.

“What did you say.” He spat

Her voice barely a whisper Nessa uttered a mantra he had buried deep in his chest.

“The Sinner can only be saved by the Saint.”

Saint shook his head. “Who told you that?” He scolded.

Nessa curled her lips slightly as she saw her brother standing beside Saint as if he was still alive.

“You did when I was seven years old saying goodbye to by brother.”

Saints arm fell, his stomach content whirling wildly as he stared at the woman he knew internally. They had shared a bed, he had explored her in ways a man could only explore a woman.

“Your lying! Someone told you that story and your trying to confuse me!” Saint replied.

“Saint, I never lied to you not even when I said I love you!”

“Fuck love this is about survival and I’m a survivor.”


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SUMMER LOVIN’

The summer had came and settled in preparation for the passing Autumn breeze. Yet, here they were still stuck in the heat of their love. Four whole weeks of discovery gathering pieces of each other and storing them inside memories. That time had come to an end and the reality of life lost in fairy tale adventures and stolen kisses had come to an end. Who had thought she would find a gem in the small coastal village.

The bench had grown warm beneath them as they huddled together beneath the shelter.

“Will I ever see you again?” He asked.
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There was no easy way to say goodbye so she intended to do it fast. Shaking her head she wiped away the wisps of hair that clung to her face and gazed into his eyes. “I don’t think so!”
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Clutching her hands in his he frowned. ” What about us.”

Shaking her hands free of his she lowered her gaze from his intensity. “I mean we had fun but….””

We can write, I can call, maybe I could even come for a visit.” He pleaded.
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An image of her father crossed her mind and she shuddered. “I don’t think my father would approve but I could write I suppose.” She shrugged.
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“Good.” He gushed. “I will write first thing.”


It was that simple, his way into her future. A letter arrived two days later with all intentions of love and a romantic reunion. Notting down a few words she returned her page with a second class stamp and forgot about her summer love only he hadn’t forgotten her. The snow fell from the sky and landed upon the earth leaving a white carpet behind. Footsteps led up to the doorstep his hand upon the bell. The summer that was only meant to last a season, the holiday love she had forgotten spilled into her winter turning white snow rosy red. .
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THE HAZE

As she walked through the valley of the unknown she danced with slight apprehendsion of what is yet to come.
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The extraordinary sights not yet in her  mentions or even love from the man whom would be the one
Fluttering through the haze she sees the path to follow.
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Taking flight she revells in the risks of living
intending to live a life that keeps on giving.


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THE TRUTH: PART ONE

She had waited long enough, pulling her phone from her pocket she dailled once more. Cursing as the connection dropped she redailled with urgency.

“Kale.” Sighing as an automated service played in her ears she took a deep breath and waited for the beep.

“Kale, I tried to tell you in person. I owed you that much! But as usual I reside on the back burner and the streets come first. Well..I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you but after years of living in the shadows I had a moment of weakness I can explain. Dont be mad at Da…” her words fell into the silence as the automated service kicked in once more.

“To re-record your message press 1.”

It had been a long time since Kale had promised her his undecided attention but the more she waited the less magical his attention became. Between the folds of the streets and beneath the armpit of his non – biological blood brother she was a distant third. Holding onto the suitcase she surveyed the room she had tried to make a boudoir of love and pleasure with a pinch of regret.

Everybody had warned her about the bonded brothers and the failed relationships that had befallen Kale, that was no deterent. Six foot tall and the prefect shade of darkness she had dreamt of his chiselled body before its conquer. Dreams had been built in here, the heart of their home but just as Kale would never truly be hers the house wouldn’t either. A choice had to made and she knew Kale would never be strong enough to make it. That’s why she was making the hard desicion for him. Sliding the wheels along the wooden flooring her feet dragging as she descended upon the door. It was as easy as reaching out and pulling the handle but her body wouldn’t allow her.

“I made my choice!” She exclaimed to no one in particular.Streching out her hand, the cold metal in her palm she pulled down and closed her eyes as metal buckled beneath the power of mechanisms. The sunlight greeted her with a warm smile as she stepped onto the pavement and inhaled deeply. Distracted by her thoughts of freedom, revelling in her truth she bore no witness to the death that held her within it’s sights.

A rhythm racing through her body with every step further away from her proverbial prison she felt her chains breaking. Pausing for thought at the florist on the corner she wondered if the flowers could feel the eurphoria pulsing through her veins as she fingered the gentle petals.

“Going somewhere.”

Rising from her crouching position she stood rigid gazing down at the flowers withering in the presence of death.

“Are you following me?”

“Do I need to?” Daze whispered.

“I’m grown.”

“Your also carrying precious cargo that could belong to me so I see no issue in ensuring your doing right by my baby.”

A churning in a stomach drove the nausea to the back of her throat as her disgust consumed her.

“I’m sure my brother would be interested to know his wifey is nothing but a careless gyal “

Facing him with venom mustered from her hate she choked upon her words as Kale strolled across the road towards their confrontation. Stepping into his arms she inhale his cologne as he hugex her softly, kissing her lovingly he stepped back and observed the suitcase with confusion.

Pointing the object of confusion he quizzed “Whats going on here? You leaving me?”

Daze chuckled ” Same thing I said brudda.”

Gripping Kales’ hand with her free one Karla squeezed it lightly. “I’m not going anywhere babe trust me, the devil is a liar. “

“Seen babe I thought something happened.”

“Something did but we can talk about it later.”

“Well… since everything is all good I will get with you later. Me and Daze got business to deal with.”

Sighing heavily she watched as they skipped across the road in unison her mind heavy with the truth. Erasing the voicemail had been an instant reaction to her admittance of guilt but she wasn’t guilty of no crime. Staring at the car as it drove by she grimaced as Dale winked her way his sickly sweet smile a poisonous bite to a fragile victim.

There was no more running even if it killed her Kale needed to know the truth.

WILDFLOWER..PART 3

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The success of dinner had eased the nagging sense of dread everytime he thought of Lilly , yet he still could not comprehend the fact that she had hiddwn his child from him for so long. Milly had been with child on their wedding day and event that would never had happened if Lilly had annouced her own. Even now he could remember his mothers disgust at his poor taste in women.
“Those people have no class Jasper, they inherited that property from The Rulers. They are of no blue blood. I will not condone this at all.” She said.
He could remember it like yesterday, the way Lilly had shrunk in size, tears falling from her face as she stood in the doorway while he said nothing.
That was the last time he laid eyes on her and last time he revealed in his wealth.
“Seriously Jasper.” Milly snapped, interupting his thoughts. ” You are so dostracted lately.”
Pulling her upon his lap he kissed her cheeks until she giggled. “Now thats more like it.” She sighed. “Jasper I was wondering if we should invite Jazz over to keep Milly company she is so lonely since the move here and school doesn’t start for another three weeks.” She tutted. ” Why she has to go to public school I have to idea.”
“We can’t just choose her friends for her and the idea of my children growing up pompous and self entitled is not pleasing. How will they know what is expected of them if its already done for them.”
Milly frowned. ” if i didn’t know better I think you were a poor man.”
Jasper laughed as she and rose from his lap. “Seriously Jasper, Jazz seems like a nice girl, we’re in the middle of nowhere for christsake.”
Jasper winced at her whining tone. “Ok Milly as you please but if it all goes sour you only have yourself to blame.”
Milly clapped gleefully rushing to tell her daughter the news. Looking out the huge bay window he could see the house in the distance, below he spotted a head of hair running across the field and his chest tightened. Life could have been so different. .
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WILDFLOWER….PART 2

It had been weeks since he had seen Lily but tonight he might have to face the inevitable. Milly had decided that a social gathering of the neighbours was the best way to introduce themselves back into his old neighbourhood reguardless if he knew half the block, she did not.
The table had been set and the food laid out in a beautiful array of silver trays ranging in sizes. Milly had gone to great lenghts to impress the families of the nieghbouring houses and here he was suited and booted with a smile to greet his guest, yet inside he was tormented. After all these years the sight of Lilly had evoked childhood memories, ignited a flame that hadn’t died and he felt the burn deep in his chest. “Jasper.” Waving frantically Milly shook her head. ” I do apologise my husband is not usually away with the fairies. What did you say your name was again?”
“Frank Jones.” Jasper offered
Frank smile broadly a low rumbling laugh shaking his beer gut protuding before him before extending a hand. “One and only.”
“Welcome to my home.”
Bella guided Frank to his seat while the hosts remained in position. Looking over the head of the fifth guest he sighed deeply.
Grabbing her husbands hand Milly pulled him close. “Not to long now, first we christen this house with good company and the finest food then, we can christen the bedroom.” .
Nodding he smiled warmly before returning his gaze to the door but the door was no longer in his vision standing before him in a ruby red gown and her hair flowing down her back he could have swore Lilly’s eyes twinkled.
“Hunny this is Lilly she lives right next door.”
His palms sweated and his heart pounded
Stepping forward Lilly shook his limp hand and said “Nice to meet you Jasper, this is my daughter Jazz!”
There she was again the vision of his nightmare, a being he had created without his knowledge.
Turning on his heels he called for Bella. “Time to eat.”
“So sorry, I do not know what has gotten into my husband lately. It must be the move.”
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WILDFLOWER…..PART 1

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The house stood behind the shrubbery completely shaded from the world, but she knew it was there. The tall pillars and large verenda had decayed over the years and strips of paint had begun peeling on her last visit. Strolling down the beaten path her palm grazed the blades of grass leaving them dancing behind her. It had been a long time since she had walked this way and she intended to drink every bit of the scenery for future thirst.
Her heart lived her on this land and even though Jasper had long gone only his memories exsisted in the fields; their first kiss, there first fumble and the day she would never forget. Moving through the shubberry she stepped into a time warp. Gone was the peeling paint and the vision of decay. Bees buzzed from flower to flower and birds chirpped lively. The grass had been mowed and men moved furniture from a loaded van.
Her heart sunk at the thought of her memories being replaced by others. Little did she know that the truth would free her from the heavy burderns of the past.
Jasper junior spotted the lady before she saw him, strolling towards her his hand outstreched from a handshake he greeted her warmly. “Hello, can I help you?” Taking his hand she shook her head. “Sorry I grew up here, I was just taking a walk down…..” “Memory Lane.” Jasper Senior interjected ” Madeline Rose, how good it is to see you.” There he was dark and handsome with a speckle of grey in his crown.
“Junior go and help your mother with the furniture.” Never taking his eyes off her he stepped forward confidently. ” It’s been a long time!” There were words she wanted to say but she couldn’t remember them under his glare. A rustling sound drew there attention as a young girl burst through the shrubbery her hair wild and unkempt.. “Mum why do we always have……” stopping mid sentence Jazz stared at the stranger beside her mother. “Dad.” Jazz squealed
Jasper looked down and frowned. “You must be mistaken!” He responded mortified.
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MEMORIES IN THE WIND

B R E E Z E
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We met through destiny
At a time that was meant to be.
Speechless I stared all the same
Even though I didnt know your name.
You held my gaze with intensity
Shocking my body with electricity.
Unsure of this unusual emotion encompassing my globe
Every thing moving in slow mo, for a moment it was just you an I alone.
Stolen Kisses beneath the stars, sweet whispers in the breeze
Boundless Love that could bring the strongest to their knees.
Together our Youthful dreams focused on the never
Not the memories that would last forever.
A scars exsist where my heart rest stretching deep beyond flesh
Painless and a part of me
Capturing every scene
Replaying in HD
I swear sometimes I still hear our sweet whispers in the breeze.
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Fire Flies

LIGHTS: “After darkness came light.”
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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

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The men came in the night, Sea heard the trembling ground as they stomped towards the Fire Santuary, her home. Shrouded in darkness she tried to ignite her flame but a brighter light dimmed it again. From the tips of her Grandmothers fingers came a sparkling light as she felt herself tumble deeper into the night. Sea had seen her life and death right before her very eyes in the blink of an eye. Then suddenly a sharp intake of breath and a jolt of life interrupted her sub consciousness drawing her back to reality. Tucked between the folds of her sheets she awakens with surprise, a feeling of dread surrounds her as she pads quietly through her home. Although everything remains, nothing is the same and everything as she once knew it was gone. Something is very wrong. .

The faded whispers of her grandmother lingered in a passing breeze as she fell to her knees.

“Remember, don’t let the light fade, shine bright my little firefly.”
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The golden light sputtered and faded as she mourned, turning bright red as she transformed.

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