The night is bitter with it’s cold, icy tenticles wend their way through you hair and burrow beneath the cloak you wear. Of course, you are impervious to the frozen grasp of winter, cold is just a memory to you. But memory has power none the less, and your body gives an instinctive shiver.
You’ve just completed your nightly “ritual” and are feeling somewhat sated and drowsy. Of course your guard isn’t down, but you must admit to being a trifle… subdued.
Quite suddenly, fine hairs raise in your neck, a neck that hasn’t felt a pulse in years. You turn quickly, a wary look in your crystalline eyes, darting your glance hither and yon. Nothing. Not even the sound of the city’s rats, as they scurry along the alleyway. You never realized how used to the sound you were untill you felt the absence.
Another tendril of frosty air teases past your nose, and with it brings a note of Jasmine.
You relax as suddenly as you tensed, recognizing that sultry scent.
“You could never hide from me for long Lysette.” you call into the darkness.
And as if beckoned by your surly challenge, a slow moving mist begins to drift in from all sides. You stand calmly, there is no danger here. The mist pools together, a swirling ripple at your feet.
“Come now Lysette, cease these dramatics, I weary, and would have my bed!”
At your words the mist coagulates and surges upward, a form takes shape. The breathtaking beauty of Lysette is at last, and again, revealed to you. Despite your aplomb, you draw in a useless breath. Her beauty never ceases to amaze even your jaded senses.
“Ahhh Silver, you haven’t slept abed in decades, why do you persist in this wretched game of humanity?”
And so it begins, again……..
You all tell me if there is desire for any more posts along this “vein”.
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Ahhhh… nothing like a little public humiliation to squelch the urge to write.
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you did not have any comments, so here i am commenting
Well thanks a lot to my dearest and darling smart ass. :p
I think it would be better if it were not read and had no comments. 30 reads and no comments is just insulting. Apparently I need a lot more darkness and gore, less romanticism… maybe?
actually i really liked the story…the romanticism mixed with the gore was a beautiful image. it was well written and thought out…i would like to read more of your work soon
from triana..my name didn’t come up
Its a great begining to what feels like a book…Con’t please…!!!
Tessa
Thank you–
I had considered it a beginning, but like all works intended for the public eye it hinges upon public opinion by the large. There does not seem to be much opinion at all, good nor ill.
I likely will continue this, and post it, when I’m bored [
] despite the over all less than warm welcome it received.
Thanks again-
I will likely add more of that grusome aspect in future– thank you
Damn- posted as him again- Last 2 replies by faet55 to thpse posts were by me yet again….
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I liked it. Granted more romantic than I generally go for, but a certain appeal none the less. If you do not post it here, will u email me further installments?
MB
it is very well written, actually, at least in my opinion. it should be longer though; a very descriptive scene like that needs others to follow. it is enough in itself to create a dramatic mood, but maybe so few comment have been made because you have left us so soon without a (dare i say the word…) climax…