BEYOND THE DARKNESS


She waited year for the devotion she laid out in return only to be disappointed. Taking her dignity and her pride she walked into the light. Standing in the darkness he yelled her name, drowned out by tumultuous rains. Refusing to look back she released her pain, she would never know darkness again. .
Moral of the story: Do not let another be the key to your happiness. Find peace in yourself and your happiness will find you…
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H.M.D

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.

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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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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