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Chapter 2 Shark3000
The knight still clad from head to toe in his armor, not having time to prepare for meeting the princess as the queen demanded he report immediately from the field, strode toward the two woman. "Sir Anthony I presume," lauded the queen. "At your service m'lady," replied the still masked knight as he took to his knee and grasped the queens hand bowed his head. "you may stand sir knight," quipped the queen. Anthony stood before the queen and removed his helmet revealing shoulder length sandy brown hair and piercing blue eyes, his six foot six frame towering over both woman. "And this must be the fair princess Alexia," he said as he turned his head and met Alexia's gaze. Again he took to his knee and said, "And at your service of course m'lady." The hand maids chuckled as they looked on.
Sir Anthony, was no stranger to the castle or to the princesses beauty, for that matter. He spent his youth the squire of one of Queen Vashta's hand picked guard. This fact of course was unknown
Last Night Part 2
As Jake lay still, silent in his bed, a tremendous darkness
swept over him. His mind reeling from what he just
experienced or thought he experienced. Trying to ignore
the obvious pain he felt and passing it of as anxiety
from his all too real nightmare, he rolled over to caress
his wife's face. reaching out the back of his hand to
gently touch he recoiled involuntarily at the
icy feel of her cold moist skin. Jake stood up on the bed
almost too close to the ceiling fan, pulled the chain on
the light and gazed in total horror at what he ultimately
saw. Sam's face was drawn and gaunt, lifeless. In his
dream Jake knew he had a recollection of the events of the
night before but now he didn't remember what took place.
As a matter of fact he couldn't remember much of the last
couple of days. Jake now overwhelmed with emotion dropped
to his knees at Sam's side and picked her up into his arms
and buried his head into her chest and sobbed, her cold
dead skin chilling him to his core as he
Jake felt as if his eyes were stuck shut. With a little effort
he managed to open first one then the other. Lying flat on his
back, he could make out the ceiling fan in the predawn light,
filtering through his curtains. The aroma of fresh coffee drifted
lazily into his consciousness. One by one the rest of his senses
began to awaken. He could feel the soreness in his muscles. "Why
am I so stiff?" He wondered. As he sat up in bed a sharp pain
shot through his skull. Jake reached up to grab his head and
touched what could only be described as a large patch of dried
blood. Suddenly the events of last night came rushing back to him.
"No!" He thought. "That wasn't a dream after all." Franticly he
looked around the room for any signs that someone else may still
be there. A sound came from the living room. "Sam!" "Sam!"
Sam was short for Samantha, a petite athletic woman with fiery
red hair and smoldering green eyes. Jake loved her more than
life itself, so the recent chain of t
Your pen takes on a life of its own
interpreting your portrait from the canvas of you.
Painting in broad strokes the obvious external
then with small gentle precision
the most intimate detail
hidden from the nonperceptive.
With carefully chosen colors each masterpiece
joining one with another to create
the most fascinating work of Euphoria,
displayed for all to see
and ponder your depth and humanity...
Missing You Today
Missing You Today
The noise of the room fades as I close my eyes.
Slowly images of you begin to appear to me and
the outside world has disappeared completely now.
All I see is you, I can almost smell you.
I smile, and you return it to me as you reach
for my hand. Grasping it, I now pull you close in a warm embrace,
and I feel your breath on my neck. My heart leaps.
I step back and hold your face in my hand then kiss you deeply,
supporting you gently I move us to the floor.
We spend what seems like an eternity
exchanging increasing affection and removing what keeps us apart.
As the time passes our passion grows with each touch
until at last our skin is free to feel one another,
totally uninhibited, warm, smooth.
Instinctively our bodies move into position
like a two piece puzzle fashioned exclusively for one another.
Breathing in time, inseparable, soaring.
Higher and higher we go as we approach the pinnacle
our movements become involuntary and our breathing
ceep ceep CEEEEP
ceep ceep ceep CEEEEEP ceep
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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