As the crystal glistens,
In the moons shimmering light,
I feel my eyes fall,
Fall heavily downwards.
Into dreams I do adventure,
Brave to the darkness,
My blood pulsing,
My heart racing.
I feel the waves,
My feet sinking in the sand,
Heart beating faster,
Trying to be brave.
As the crystal glistens,
In the moon's shimmering light,
I feel my eyes fall,
Fall heavily downwards.....
.... dang it... so that is where the cookie went!....
Friday, December 9, 2016
Weird Dream 2
I dreampt that I was a captured woman, who was property of a King that was at war I thought when I was pulled out of the delivery cage that I had been sealed and delivered in. I had no idea how or why, even who or what had caused this to happen to me. To be taken as a slave for no reason was unheard of. The King and I spoke about my tasks that I was to do for him.... they shocked me! I was to be his bearer of children if he wanted, and more, his footstool or his toilet, to pleasure alien visitors that came to his planet, whatever. He said all this while planning battle movements on a map with little figurines. Across a large lake, I could see another army, doing drills and stuff. I went on complaining about my capture as a slave and wanted to know why, but got ignored.
Suddenly the King yelled out, "So are you done with this war now John? I'm getting bored, it's not fun anymore, you?"
A reply was yelled back a few moments later, "You best be ready, this move will be one to go in the books!"
Next instant I was standing on a hill with the King and several generals and could see the other "King" with his on another hill beside us, within loud talking distance. Suddenly like twenty men from both sides started moving, marching towards each other slowly at first from a great distance. Then they started to run. Screaming and yelling, battle cries curdling in the air. The terrain between the two lines wasn't easy, but they didn't have a choice. The two Kings and their generals watched, sipping drinks and snacking on grapes and stuff while watching. Onwards the troops ran, suddenly one guy tripped and fell out of line. The other King stood up and chuckled. The King I was enslaved to seemed furious, but didn't react. The soldier that had fallen got back up and started running to catch up, but it didn't look like he would. I heard two of the generals talking to their slave girls and themselves about what was going to happen to the soldier that fell after the game was over.
My mind exploded at that! This "war" was all fake but whatever happened that caused me, an innocent farmers daughter to be enslaved for this so called Kings pleasure? All this King has is money and title. The planet we all live on wasn't ruled by and that way anymore.... But.... Where did he suddenly get the power to make people do all this? Why are they? All dressed in ancient armor, fighting with swords, spears, bows, and such... with futuristic guards standing watch over cities and the King? Me in an old tattered looking farmer girl dress, all the other slave girls in fancy clothes or naked...
They kept sounding worried about the soldier that fell, I was instructed to carry a tray of drinks around to both sides and when I did, the two "mountains" disappeared to me. I was in a large observation box type thing, with a huge window looking down on and at the troops! I offered the others the drinks but didn't say a word, just held the tray and looked at the troops below.
A loud comment came out, "That boy that fell will be your downfall King!"
Without a warning the person who said that was dragged away by two guards, a loud, muffled scream was heard, like someone falling down a long chute to their doom, but the whispers of what would happen continued. I could see the King I was enslaved to being all cocky and such, the other one, come to find out, was his brother. This was a game that they played instead of real fighting and killing their people to fend off boredom and promote unity and competition between the two sides of the planet so that it kept spinning around and around... And me... the enslaved farmers daughter... seems they say that my father had owed them some gambling debts and didn't have the money to pay so... paid his debt with me....
Suddenly the King yelled out, "So are you done with this war now John? I'm getting bored, it's not fun anymore, you?"
A reply was yelled back a few moments later, "You best be ready, this move will be one to go in the books!"
Next instant I was standing on a hill with the King and several generals and could see the other "King" with his on another hill beside us, within loud talking distance. Suddenly like twenty men from both sides started moving, marching towards each other slowly at first from a great distance. Then they started to run. Screaming and yelling, battle cries curdling in the air. The terrain between the two lines wasn't easy, but they didn't have a choice. The two Kings and their generals watched, sipping drinks and snacking on grapes and stuff while watching. Onwards the troops ran, suddenly one guy tripped and fell out of line. The other King stood up and chuckled. The King I was enslaved to seemed furious, but didn't react. The soldier that had fallen got back up and started running to catch up, but it didn't look like he would. I heard two of the generals talking to their slave girls and themselves about what was going to happen to the soldier that fell after the game was over.
My mind exploded at that! This "war" was all fake but whatever happened that caused me, an innocent farmers daughter to be enslaved for this so called Kings pleasure? All this King has is money and title. The planet we all live on wasn't ruled by and that way anymore.... But.... Where did he suddenly get the power to make people do all this? Why are they? All dressed in ancient armor, fighting with swords, spears, bows, and such... with futuristic guards standing watch over cities and the King? Me in an old tattered looking farmer girl dress, all the other slave girls in fancy clothes or naked...
They kept sounding worried about the soldier that fell, I was instructed to carry a tray of drinks around to both sides and when I did, the two "mountains" disappeared to me. I was in a large observation box type thing, with a huge window looking down on and at the troops! I offered the others the drinks but didn't say a word, just held the tray and looked at the troops below.
A loud comment came out, "That boy that fell will be your downfall King!"
Without a warning the person who said that was dragged away by two guards, a loud, muffled scream was heard, like someone falling down a long chute to their doom, but the whispers of what would happen continued. I could see the King I was enslaved to being all cocky and such, the other one, come to find out, was his brother. This was a game that they played instead of real fighting and killing their people to fend off boredom and promote unity and competition between the two sides of the planet so that it kept spinning around and around... And me... the enslaved farmers daughter... seems they say that my father had owed them some gambling debts and didn't have the money to pay so... paid his debt with me....
Weird Dream
I awoke today, to such a weird dream. It sort of intrigued me, yet... frightened me also on how people are.
I awoke in the dream an old man, in a new house. It was different to me yet seemed I had been there a while. I didn't know it in my dream state but yet my body seemed to know what to do from being there for a few days I guess. Suddenly I started yelling that I needed to go back to the old house to get my computer and toolkit so that I could better fix my room in the attic.
.the attic room was quite odd. My bed was held above the floor not only by the bed frame, but by another bed frame turned upside down! This made my bed quite a distance from the floor, no not what you think... if I was to go off the side to the right side, the side placed against the ceiling joists, between them I mean, I would go down to the original attic floor. A fine smoothly polished wood floor it looked like when I saw it when I was half asleep in my dream.
Next thing I remember I started down that side. Climbing down the bed frame and finding out that is how my bed was held up and that the feet of my bed were barely on the feet of the other bed! I tried to adjust them and got them close enough and climbed back up.... but I wanted my tools to fasten them so they wouldn't move anymore. What was that? Something down there whisked by....
Suddenly I was walking down a street towards our old house to get my stuff somehow, I was determined to get it and yes, a stubborn old man. i watched as two kids were Hover-boarding and set up a large piece of plywood as a ramp to hover-board down. One of the kids sounded worried, but the other boasted and acted all cocky, saying he'd be able to stop his hover-board in plenty of time.
Down he went. Faster then light it seemed and all I heard was a series of crashes and crunches. Straight through the front door of someones house he just went! She pulled him out of her house by the ear, yelling and cursing at him. Telling him she called his father to come collect him and punish him for what he did.
A junky old blue van pulled up and the kids climbed in, the guy said his apologies, but I could not hear them as I was a distance away. The old van started and squealed as it pulled out of the driveway and turned down the street. Next I knew it pulled up beside me and it was an old friend of mine. He offered me a ride, and I told him where I was going. It was still a long ways away, so I climbed in and sat in the front seat. He knew I couldn't sit in the back, I'd get car sick on him. Hooking my seat-belt the two kids seemed to look familiar to me somehow.... the one that crashed through the house looked like Cartman and the other like Michel from that old TV show. Also in the van were two dogs, ones that had long since died that I knew of, at least when I was awake, a dingo type dog named Sandy, and her adopted daughter, a Siberian husky female which I forget the name of, but they both remember me. They both start licking my forearm lovingly since it is the only exposed flesh they can reach as I go to help my old friend who is driving, keep the van running and stop smoking. Looking at him, my old friend, his face looks familiar also to me... my old friend Leroy.
We stop in an empty section of a parking lot to let the dog out and stretch our legs a bit when suddenly a Jeep pulls up and a woman gets out. Her face looks a little familiar also to me. Her attitude makes me chuckle as she says, "Remember me you old man?"
Nearly laughing I respond, "How can I forget the one who gave me this scar my crazy cousin Laura?" In her Jeep were three children, one with red hair one with blond and one with jet black hair and super white skin. She introduced me to them, and the blond went off to play with the boys, the jet black hair with super white skin disappeared to the other side of the blue van and started doing something that seemed to start getting Laura upset, and the redhead seemed to be fascinated by me, in ways I do not understand. They almost seemed... like an attraction, like she was into old men or something.
The worry turned to Laura yelling at her child on the other side of the van and what she was doing. I told her to go spank her and she said she can't because of what Star Fleet would think, and what she could do if she did, about her ability to make it super cold around her and such. I told Laura I'd handle this with one of the dogs then, she looked at the Sandy dog and so did the other kids and I shook my head very slowly, "That's not the only one that you all should really worry about..." and I pointed to the Siberian husky female, making sure I was loud enough so the other side could clearly hear me also....
Suddenly we were driving again, going down a one-way street towards a normal road. It was like I had been napping and asked my friend if he could help me by bringing my tool kit and computer back to my new house. He started telling me that a tool kit is tiny and I could take public transportation back. I tried to tell him it was much larger, even had one of his kids help me make up a hologram projection in the back of his van after he did for his idea of a toolkit.
He grumbled and drove on, until suddenly a car was coming down the middle of the street for no reason! I didn't realize but the kids had been driving along in the van without a seat belt the entire time! What if this had happened? What will happen to the kids? My friend flashed his lights at the other guy, tried to avoid the other guy again and again, but every time my friend Leroy tried to avoid the guy, the guy maneuvered to be exactly in front of him.
I grew worried and worked hard to try to stop the smoke that started again. The dogs saw the chance to lick my forearms exposed skin again, which they were loving. Just as we were going to hit, I could see the other drivers face... he was asleep at the wheel, head laid back and had to be snoring since his mouth was so wide open.
We collided hard, a massive side strike. Luckily Leroy was able to pull away. We sighed a little and looked out the window... he was coming again!!! This started to worry us, and we avoided it a bit better and kept happening. we even avoided it all together! And yet it happened again.... This made Leroy angry, the true hate and evil way he let out scared his two dogs, but yet his children grabbed onto the backs of the seats and cheered him on! A complete head-on collision. The other car spun off the road and off into the sky. all damaged, destroyed. Leroy's blue van,who's inspection sticker was way way out of date, 11/15/96, had no damage at all...
Without warning I was at the old house and struggling to get up to my room to get my computer. but not getting any help from a friend who was there trying to get what she could that we left behind that was clearly junk and worthless. Stuff that was not protected by my personal booby-traps and force fields. She was a familiar face also, they hair easily gave her away also, Maggie. A known gossip hound woman and always out to please her Master and husband. She was busy chattering away on her cellphone as she walked around, going through everything while I struggled up the stairs. I yelled that I needed some help carrying it down, and got told it would cost me more then it was worth for them to help carry it down... So I told them I'd carry it down myself if I had to. They looked shocked, thinking I'd kill myself doing that, looked very worried and started arguing with each other...
Next thing I know, I woke up in my bed, it was making all sorts of noises and rocking and swaying for no reason it seemed. I climbed out of bed and loaded up my tool belt. I was going to stop this or else! Back into bed and climbed out down between the joists and slowly along the bedframe. carefully I moved and positioned, getting them precise and started fastening them with screws and bolts.... What the hell? I didn't just see a person run by on the polished floor down below did I?
After finishing I climb down further to fasten loose bracing bars, a low groaning is heard, "Stop that damn noise!"
I can see their are some kind of home type area in the distance and see what seems to be children playing in and around old antiques and lost bits through the floorboards that cover the fine polished floor. I sneak up slowly and carefully, my old military training stuck deep inside my forgetful brain tho. Their faces.... stripped of all emotions except one anger.... They yell and fight over everything just to keep alive it seems. I sat and watched them a few moments, listening to them, listening to two people breaking up badly, seemingly falsely accusing each other of cheating. The whole set of people seemed to glow down there, their arguments all all started anew. their faces looked the same tho. Skin pale, face round, eyes very sunken into the head surrounded by deep, dark blood red heavily scrunched sockets, their lips the same in texture and coloration. The female ones had delicate, almost baby fine light colored hair.
Still I heard a voice screaming about the noise every time I turned my wrench to fix the problem with the bed. I yelled back to come see what I was doing and to understand that it I did it right the first time, I'd never have to worry about coming again and making the noises down here again. But the voice grew meaner and louder, stating I was being improper to my queen.
I learned that these creatures strived and fed on anger, so I tried to reason with them, explain, and work out the differences in order to stop them from growing in power and taking control. Everything was not working until at last I finally gave up and went off.
"FINE! I'll rip up every floorboard in my room and expose your super polished floor to the sunlight! And I'll sit in my bed up there and watch you all have to deal with ALL emotions especially the biggest one around that you people can't beat.... LOVE."
.... and that is when I woke up.
I awoke in the dream an old man, in a new house. It was different to me yet seemed I had been there a while. I didn't know it in my dream state but yet my body seemed to know what to do from being there for a few days I guess. Suddenly I started yelling that I needed to go back to the old house to get my computer and toolkit so that I could better fix my room in the attic.
.the attic room was quite odd. My bed was held above the floor not only by the bed frame, but by another bed frame turned upside down! This made my bed quite a distance from the floor, no not what you think... if I was to go off the side to the right side, the side placed against the ceiling joists, between them I mean, I would go down to the original attic floor. A fine smoothly polished wood floor it looked like when I saw it when I was half asleep in my dream.
Next thing I remember I started down that side. Climbing down the bed frame and finding out that is how my bed was held up and that the feet of my bed were barely on the feet of the other bed! I tried to adjust them and got them close enough and climbed back up.... but I wanted my tools to fasten them so they wouldn't move anymore. What was that? Something down there whisked by....
Suddenly I was walking down a street towards our old house to get my stuff somehow, I was determined to get it and yes, a stubborn old man. i watched as two kids were Hover-boarding and set up a large piece of plywood as a ramp to hover-board down. One of the kids sounded worried, but the other boasted and acted all cocky, saying he'd be able to stop his hover-board in plenty of time.
Down he went. Faster then light it seemed and all I heard was a series of crashes and crunches. Straight through the front door of someones house he just went! She pulled him out of her house by the ear, yelling and cursing at him. Telling him she called his father to come collect him and punish him for what he did.
A junky old blue van pulled up and the kids climbed in, the guy said his apologies, but I could not hear them as I was a distance away. The old van started and squealed as it pulled out of the driveway and turned down the street. Next I knew it pulled up beside me and it was an old friend of mine. He offered me a ride, and I told him where I was going. It was still a long ways away, so I climbed in and sat in the front seat. He knew I couldn't sit in the back, I'd get car sick on him. Hooking my seat-belt the two kids seemed to look familiar to me somehow.... the one that crashed through the house looked like Cartman and the other like Michel from that old TV show. Also in the van were two dogs, ones that had long since died that I knew of, at least when I was awake, a dingo type dog named Sandy, and her adopted daughter, a Siberian husky female which I forget the name of, but they both remember me. They both start licking my forearm lovingly since it is the only exposed flesh they can reach as I go to help my old friend who is driving, keep the van running and stop smoking. Looking at him, my old friend, his face looks familiar also to me... my old friend Leroy.
We stop in an empty section of a parking lot to let the dog out and stretch our legs a bit when suddenly a Jeep pulls up and a woman gets out. Her face looks a little familiar also to me. Her attitude makes me chuckle as she says, "Remember me you old man?"
Nearly laughing I respond, "How can I forget the one who gave me this scar my crazy cousin Laura?" In her Jeep were three children, one with red hair one with blond and one with jet black hair and super white skin. She introduced me to them, and the blond went off to play with the boys, the jet black hair with super white skin disappeared to the other side of the blue van and started doing something that seemed to start getting Laura upset, and the redhead seemed to be fascinated by me, in ways I do not understand. They almost seemed... like an attraction, like she was into old men or something.
The worry turned to Laura yelling at her child on the other side of the van and what she was doing. I told her to go spank her and she said she can't because of what Star Fleet would think, and what she could do if she did, about her ability to make it super cold around her and such. I told Laura I'd handle this with one of the dogs then, she looked at the Sandy dog and so did the other kids and I shook my head very slowly, "That's not the only one that you all should really worry about..." and I pointed to the Siberian husky female, making sure I was loud enough so the other side could clearly hear me also....
Suddenly we were driving again, going down a one-way street towards a normal road. It was like I had been napping and asked my friend if he could help me by bringing my tool kit and computer back to my new house. He started telling me that a tool kit is tiny and I could take public transportation back. I tried to tell him it was much larger, even had one of his kids help me make up a hologram projection in the back of his van after he did for his idea of a toolkit.
He grumbled and drove on, until suddenly a car was coming down the middle of the street for no reason! I didn't realize but the kids had been driving along in the van without a seat belt the entire time! What if this had happened? What will happen to the kids? My friend flashed his lights at the other guy, tried to avoid the other guy again and again, but every time my friend Leroy tried to avoid the guy, the guy maneuvered to be exactly in front of him.
I grew worried and worked hard to try to stop the smoke that started again. The dogs saw the chance to lick my forearms exposed skin again, which they were loving. Just as we were going to hit, I could see the other drivers face... he was asleep at the wheel, head laid back and had to be snoring since his mouth was so wide open.
We collided hard, a massive side strike. Luckily Leroy was able to pull away. We sighed a little and looked out the window... he was coming again!!! This started to worry us, and we avoided it a bit better and kept happening. we even avoided it all together! And yet it happened again.... This made Leroy angry, the true hate and evil way he let out scared his two dogs, but yet his children grabbed onto the backs of the seats and cheered him on! A complete head-on collision. The other car spun off the road and off into the sky. all damaged, destroyed. Leroy's blue van,who's inspection sticker was way way out of date, 11/15/96, had no damage at all...
Without warning I was at the old house and struggling to get up to my room to get my computer. but not getting any help from a friend who was there trying to get what she could that we left behind that was clearly junk and worthless. Stuff that was not protected by my personal booby-traps and force fields. She was a familiar face also, they hair easily gave her away also, Maggie. A known gossip hound woman and always out to please her Master and husband. She was busy chattering away on her cellphone as she walked around, going through everything while I struggled up the stairs. I yelled that I needed some help carrying it down, and got told it would cost me more then it was worth for them to help carry it down... So I told them I'd carry it down myself if I had to. They looked shocked, thinking I'd kill myself doing that, looked very worried and started arguing with each other...
Next thing I know, I woke up in my bed, it was making all sorts of noises and rocking and swaying for no reason it seemed. I climbed out of bed and loaded up my tool belt. I was going to stop this or else! Back into bed and climbed out down between the joists and slowly along the bedframe. carefully I moved and positioned, getting them precise and started fastening them with screws and bolts.... What the hell? I didn't just see a person run by on the polished floor down below did I?
After finishing I climb down further to fasten loose bracing bars, a low groaning is heard, "Stop that damn noise!"
I can see their are some kind of home type area in the distance and see what seems to be children playing in and around old antiques and lost bits through the floorboards that cover the fine polished floor. I sneak up slowly and carefully, my old military training stuck deep inside my forgetful brain tho. Their faces.... stripped of all emotions except one anger.... They yell and fight over everything just to keep alive it seems. I sat and watched them a few moments, listening to them, listening to two people breaking up badly, seemingly falsely accusing each other of cheating. The whole set of people seemed to glow down there, their arguments all all started anew. their faces looked the same tho. Skin pale, face round, eyes very sunken into the head surrounded by deep, dark blood red heavily scrunched sockets, their lips the same in texture and coloration. The female ones had delicate, almost baby fine light colored hair.
Still I heard a voice screaming about the noise every time I turned my wrench to fix the problem with the bed. I yelled back to come see what I was doing and to understand that it I did it right the first time, I'd never have to worry about coming again and making the noises down here again. But the voice grew meaner and louder, stating I was being improper to my queen.
I learned that these creatures strived and fed on anger, so I tried to reason with them, explain, and work out the differences in order to stop them from growing in power and taking control. Everything was not working until at last I finally gave up and went off.
"FINE! I'll rip up every floorboard in my room and expose your super polished floor to the sunlight! And I'll sit in my bed up there and watch you all have to deal with ALL emotions especially the biggest one around that you people can't beat.... LOVE."
.... and that is when I woke up.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Xena's Recapture
His
eyes wandered slowly over her form. She could feel his stare, burning
upon her skin, right through what little clothes she had on. Her smile,
timid, afraid, unsure of why she, of all the girls there, had caught his
eyes. True the simple bit of cloth they had given her to wear barely
covered much of her, it was obviously for a girl much shorter, and less
endowed then she. Slowly he moved onwards, looking at the others, but
she could feel his eyes glancing back at her again and again. She sighed
in relief as she saw him slip around the corner.
Suddenly she was jerked back, the collar upon her neck biting into her flesh. The sound of the chain rattling loudly as she was yanked to the back of the cage, rang in her ears. She did not know what was going on, her fingers clutched at the collar, in a futile attempt to pull it from her neck. She was quickly bound, hands and feet, and pulled from the cage. His eyes fell upon her once again, a cold smile upon his lips, the chain, her chain, was handed to him, she was his now...
Suddenly she was jerked back, the collar upon her neck biting into her flesh. The sound of the chain rattling loudly as she was yanked to the back of the cage, rang in her ears. She did not know what was going on, her fingers clutched at the collar, in a futile attempt to pull it from her neck. She was quickly bound, hands and feet, and pulled from the cage. His eyes fell upon her once again, a cold smile upon his lips, the chain, her chain, was handed to him, she was his now...
...Silently she
followed him, the heavy chain connecting them, bonding her to him
weighed heavily on her. Her eyes cast to the ground, her only sight, her
own feet and the cobblestone street beneath them. She knew not his
plans for her, or what was in store.
His pale skin glowed in the sunlight, even as covered up as he was. His hat had a wide brim that covered most of his cloaked shoulders, the only skin naked of clothing, was his face and the back of his neck, both of which were covered in the hats shadow. It was a sharp contrast against hers, her ebony skin dark as the night itself...
His pale skin glowed in the sunlight, even as covered up as he was. His hat had a wide brim that covered most of his cloaked shoulders, the only skin naked of clothing, was his face and the back of his neck, both of which were covered in the hats shadow. It was a sharp contrast against hers, her ebony skin dark as the night itself...
...She had been
taken from her home on the arid plains of her homeland, collared and
stripped of her life, the only one she had ever known. Thrown into the
hull of a ship, chained to the floor, stacked like cards of wood, only a
mouthful of water ladled every third day by a collared slave woman in a
white shirt and tattered long skirt. There they laid, day after day,
barely able to move, scared...
...Through the
winding streets she was lead, the sights and sounds new to her, making
her jump and tremble in fear. Her eyes darted from strange thing to
strange thing, her mind racing, overwhelmed by it all. The only comfort
to her, the heavy chain linking her to her new Master. She hurried
quickly behind him, not wanting to be to far away in case one of the
strange things was to come after her. She was scared of him, but even
more so of all the strange things around her. Her pace quickened,
keeping close, yet far enough away to not trip on him.
Her eyes kept going back to his pale skin, she had never seen such a color on a person before. It was as if it glowed even in the shadow of the hat, it fascinated her immensely. Down more streets they went, growing further and further from the docks. Farther away from her only way back to her home on the plains. She was lost for good now...
Her eyes kept going back to his pale skin, she had never seen such a color on a person before. It was as if it glowed even in the shadow of the hat, it fascinated her immensely. Down more streets they went, growing further and further from the docks. Farther away from her only way back to her home on the plains. She was lost for good now...
...In front of
her stood a large house, one big enough to house her entire tribe. His
voice boomed like thunder as he spoke, telling her this was now her
home. Her body shivered in fright as he yanked the chain between them,
almost dragging her off balance completely. She could see the other
slaves going about their work in the vast yard just beyond the heavy
gates. She saw no one like her there tho. Most were light skinned, or
slightly tanned. The feel of their eyes felt heavy upon her. It was as
if they had never seen the likes of her before, it made her feel small,
insecure. Her steps hastened, she wanted away from the prying eyes as
soon as possible.
He led her onwards, towards the huge house, parading her in front of them all.
He led her onwards, towards the huge house, parading her in front of them all.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Words...............
Words can sing, like a bird on a branch
Words can love, like a lovers embrace
Words can hurt, like hell
Words can cut, deeper then any knife.
You can play with words,
You can have a play on words,
You can keep words,
You can loose words.
The words are yours,
to share or keep,
The words are ours,
For all to hear.
Words can sing, like a bird on a branch
Words can love, like a lovers embrace
Words can hurt, like hell
Words can cut, deeper then any knife.
Watch the words.....
For they are what makes you and I.....
....us........
Words can love, like a lovers embrace
Words can hurt, like hell
Words can cut, deeper then any knife.
You can play with words,
You can have a play on words,
You can keep words,
You can loose words.
The words are yours,
to share or keep,
The words are ours,
For all to hear.
Words can sing, like a bird on a branch
Words can love, like a lovers embrace
Words can hurt, like hell
Words can cut, deeper then any knife.
Watch the words.....
For they are what makes you and I.....
....us........
Stolen...
The cold air swirled around her body. She was out looking for fresh mushrooms and other plants to store for the winter. Her eyes scanned slowly across the fine dusting of snow. There was not much of it upon the ground, just enough to making the grass glisten in the sunlight. She pulled the cloak she had been allowed to wear around her body in a futile attempt to keep warm. Her fingers ached in the cold, wrapped tightly into the thin leather cloak to keep it closed...
...The snow and grass crunched under her feet as she walked onwards in search of whatever food stuffs she could find. Winter was upon them, the first snow was but a dusting, the slaves were sent out to find whatever they could before more snow came. Carefully she searched for anything, her eyes fixed to the task at hand...
...Off in the distance her soft green eyes caught movement. A rabbit, plump and round rustled in a thicket. Slowly her hands moved, letting go of her thin cloak, down to her slingshot. Quietly she slipped it out of its holder, her other hand grasping a stone from the small pouch on her belt.
Her soft fingertips held the stone in the leather catch of the slingshot. They trembled in the cold air as she carefully took aim, waiting, waiting...
...She could see the impact, her stone hitting true. She hurried quickly towards the fresh kill, making sure it was dead with a quick, sharp twist if its neck. A warm smile slipped across her lips, it would be a great addition to the sullage tonight. Carefully she tied the still warm carcass to her belt with a bit of leather and continued her search...
...Her breath curled in the air, its whitish gray color dancing in front of her as she walked onwards in her search. She clearly missed the warmth of the former cities she had served in before. Ebony skin shivered in the wind, slicing into her like a Masters whip, making her eyes tear with its bite. Slowly she trudged on, going ever further with each step...
...Hours had passed, her basket slowly getting heavier and more cumbersome, it was turning out to be a good morning for foraging. She would take the easier route back to camp. The gurgling of the small creek sung in her ears steadily as she grew closer. She'd check the fish traps on her way back, a much easier path to walk...
...A heavy sigh escaped her lips as trap after trap turned up empty. Empty like someone else had taken the catch. She reset them and continued slowly onwards. The suns warmth teasing licked at her dark skin, making her shiver more when it hid behind a passing cloud. She could hear the cackling of the wild volos in the distance, their noise mixing with the bubbling of the creek as its water slept over stones...
...There was quite the way back to the camp. Her legs burned in the winds chilling grasp, her back aching under the weight of her full basket. A warm, tender song came to her lips, its tune matching the sounds about her. She hummed happily, the full basket heavy with her found treasures would surely make the Mistresses pleased. The thought of their warm smiles making her own smile bigger...
... 'Half way there.' She thought to herself, not much longer at all. The once snow covered grass was now just damp. It had turned out to be a great morning despite the cold start. A snap of a branch, barely heard, mostly ignored, stood out in sharp contrast of the sounds she had been humming. Her head turned towards the direction it seemed to come from...
...A heavy throbbing pain shot through her head, her eyes glazed over from the intense pain, and then, blackness.
She awoke some time later, the sun, low on the horizon now. She could feel the sharpness of the rope as it bit into her wrists and ankles, the smell of the dirt at her nose. There she lay, hog tied on the cold ground of a hut, her head filled with fogginess, cut with the sharpness of pain, she tried to look around, but the darkness found her again...
...It must have been morning, the bright sunshine tore at her eyes when the door opened. The black shadowy figure stood in the doorway, her eyes trying to focus on the figure, the suns light keeping the face from being seen.
The figure drew closer, her body trembled as she watched its hand move towards her. The rattle of a chain cut into the eerie silence, she felt it latch upon her collar. Nimble fingers quickly untied her, a strong feminine voice boomed in the silence, "Up girl."
She quickly slipped to her knees, her body shivering, "Yes Mistress." was all she said...
...Out into the morning light she was led, out into an unfamiliar camp. She knew now what had happened to her...
...She was now a slave of a new camp, captured from her old camp...
...no one would miss her for quite some time at her old camp, she was but a camp slave, not wanted by anyone there anyway...
...The snow and grass crunched under her feet as she walked onwards in search of whatever food stuffs she could find. Winter was upon them, the first snow was but a dusting, the slaves were sent out to find whatever they could before more snow came. Carefully she searched for anything, her eyes fixed to the task at hand...
...Off in the distance her soft green eyes caught movement. A rabbit, plump and round rustled in a thicket. Slowly her hands moved, letting go of her thin cloak, down to her slingshot. Quietly she slipped it out of its holder, her other hand grasping a stone from the small pouch on her belt.
Her soft fingertips held the stone in the leather catch of the slingshot. They trembled in the cold air as she carefully took aim, waiting, waiting...
...She could see the impact, her stone hitting true. She hurried quickly towards the fresh kill, making sure it was dead with a quick, sharp twist if its neck. A warm smile slipped across her lips, it would be a great addition to the sullage tonight. Carefully she tied the still warm carcass to her belt with a bit of leather and continued her search...
...Her breath curled in the air, its whitish gray color dancing in front of her as she walked onwards in her search. She clearly missed the warmth of the former cities she had served in before. Ebony skin shivered in the wind, slicing into her like a Masters whip, making her eyes tear with its bite. Slowly she trudged on, going ever further with each step...
...Hours had passed, her basket slowly getting heavier and more cumbersome, it was turning out to be a good morning for foraging. She would take the easier route back to camp. The gurgling of the small creek sung in her ears steadily as she grew closer. She'd check the fish traps on her way back, a much easier path to walk...
...A heavy sigh escaped her lips as trap after trap turned up empty. Empty like someone else had taken the catch. She reset them and continued slowly onwards. The suns warmth teasing licked at her dark skin, making her shiver more when it hid behind a passing cloud. She could hear the cackling of the wild volos in the distance, their noise mixing with the bubbling of the creek as its water slept over stones...
...There was quite the way back to the camp. Her legs burned in the winds chilling grasp, her back aching under the weight of her full basket. A warm, tender song came to her lips, its tune matching the sounds about her. She hummed happily, the full basket heavy with her found treasures would surely make the Mistresses pleased. The thought of their warm smiles making her own smile bigger...
... 'Half way there.' She thought to herself, not much longer at all. The once snow covered grass was now just damp. It had turned out to be a great morning despite the cold start. A snap of a branch, barely heard, mostly ignored, stood out in sharp contrast of the sounds she had been humming. Her head turned towards the direction it seemed to come from...
...A heavy throbbing pain shot through her head, her eyes glazed over from the intense pain, and then, blackness.
She awoke some time later, the sun, low on the horizon now. She could feel the sharpness of the rope as it bit into her wrists and ankles, the smell of the dirt at her nose. There she lay, hog tied on the cold ground of a hut, her head filled with fogginess, cut with the sharpness of pain, she tried to look around, but the darkness found her again...
...It must have been morning, the bright sunshine tore at her eyes when the door opened. The black shadowy figure stood in the doorway, her eyes trying to focus on the figure, the suns light keeping the face from being seen.
The figure drew closer, her body trembled as she watched its hand move towards her. The rattle of a chain cut into the eerie silence, she felt it latch upon her collar. Nimble fingers quickly untied her, a strong feminine voice boomed in the silence, "Up girl."
She quickly slipped to her knees, her body shivering, "Yes Mistress." was all she said...
...Out into the morning light she was led, out into an unfamiliar camp. She knew now what had happened to her...
...She was now a slave of a new camp, captured from her old camp...
...no one would miss her for quite some time at her old camp, she was but a camp slave, not wanted by anyone there anyway...
Bazi tea & Salad
She gently takes the kettle from it's resting place. Her eyes wander over it and heads towards the water, quickly filling it. She spins gracefully on her heels and heads over to the fire, hanging the kettle over it to boil....
Her eyes quickly spot a bowl and cup, grasping them carefully she heads back to the water to throughly wash them both. Deftly her fingertips the fresh repcloth onto the bowl, scrubbing it clean. She holds it to the sunlight, inspected it for any bit of dirt that might remain. She smiles warmly and places it on a big piece of rep cloth as she turns her attention to the cup for the other Mistress, repeating the same, careful cleaning as the bowl before....
She gently lifts the bowl and cup, now covered in another piece of repcloth so that she doesn't touch them, she heads back to the "kitchen" to begin preparing.
Her soft, nimble fingers flatten out a fresh bit of repcloth onto the counter. She kneels gently and rummages a bit for the tea leafs. Grasping a bunch she brings them to the repcloth and lovingly crumbles them onto it. Softly her fingertips lift the corners, folding the repcloth tightly around the crushed leafs. She takes a bit of string and ties the repcloth tightly. A smile slips across her lips as she tenderly lifts it and turns to the kettle, placing the tea filled repcloth in to seep. Her attention turns to the "salad" she was asked to make.....
Sable smiles as she gathers up some katch, olives, onions, radishes, carrots, peppers, and some pea pods. Wrapping them up in some repcloth she heads over to the water to wash them throughly. Her gentle fingers shiver in the cool, crisp water as she washes the ingredients carefully. A giggle slips past her lips as she shakes the water from the ketch, it's droplets dancing in the air like tiny diamonds.
She quietly finishes the washing, heading back to the counter in the "kitchen". Trembling fingers, bit from the cold water shiver as she unwraps them from the repcloth. She sighs heavily, seeing that the knife is chained to the stone. "How does one expect a girl to wash this thing" she mutters to herself under her breath. She turns to grab another bowl and hurries off to fill it with water to wash the knife....
She hurries back, grasping the knife and placing it in the bowl of water. Her fingers wrapped tightly in a bit of repcloth, she proceeds to throughly clean the knife. It had looked to her like it had not been cleaned in a long while.
Satisfied with its now cleanliness, she looks to the kettle, it had not yet begun to boil thankfully.
Her eyes turn to the bowl she was to serve the Mistress with. Her eyes slowly inspect it for any imperfection, a piece of sheer cloth run along the edge and over it's entirety. A warm smile crosses her lips as she places it down onto a tray.
Laid out before her was the ingredients for the salad, she began with the ketch, chopping it up into bite sized bits and tossing it into the cleaned bowl. A gentle tune softly rises from her, it was but a gentle hum, but it always made her smile. Swiftly she dices up the onion, carrots, radishes and other ingredients placing them into the bowl also. Her eyes spot two spoons which she grasps and heads to clean. She heads back and stirs the salad up with them. She taps her chin, "Oh! that will do nicely!" she thinks to herself. She kneels down to find the boiled vulo eggs. Quickly she slices them and adds then to the top of the salad....
Sable gently places the salad filled bowl onto the tray, covering it in a fresh repcloth and turns to the Bazi tea. The steam raced into the cool, crisp air, her eyes watching it swirl in the air. Taking a fresh cloth she carefully lifts the cup she has chosen for the Mistress. Her green eyes study the edges and surface, confirming what her eyes saw was true with a bit of sheer cloth, she nodded approvingly and placed it upon the tray.
The heat of the kettle felt good against the cold air, she carefully lifted the lid, letting out a big billowing burst of steam into the air. It's warm, tender touch caressing her face, making her smile. She placed the lid back on and slowly pured the tea into the cup. It's steamy tendrils reached up into the air in their slow, curling dance. Quickly she added sugars to tiny bowls and matching spoons for each after having throughly cleaned and inpected them for any imperfections....
Her soft, gentle fingers grasped the tray, lifting it gracefully. She ran through everything in her head once again, checking it for any mistakes. Her eyes studied the tray a moment, a soft nod to her head, "Right down to some pastries for the Mistresses to enjoy" she smiled to herself. And off to the Mistresses she went.
She slide gracefully to her knees, back straight, thighs tightly pressed together, her head lowered to her breasts, tray offered up for the Mistresses' approval......
Sable smiles warmly, holding the bowl of salad first to her chest, whispering a delicate prayer. She lifted it up, gently kissing the bottom of the large bowl of salad before holding it out to the Mistress, "I hope and pray this food brings you strength and happiness Mistress."
Sable smiles delicately, her fingertips softly caressing the hot cup of Bazi tea first to her chest she whispers a silent prayer, then she lifts it, softly kissing the bottom of the cup, "I hope and pray this drink warms you and quenches your thirst Mistress."
Her eyes quickly spot a bowl and cup, grasping them carefully she heads back to the water to throughly wash them both. Deftly her fingertips the fresh repcloth onto the bowl, scrubbing it clean. She holds it to the sunlight, inspected it for any bit of dirt that might remain. She smiles warmly and places it on a big piece of rep cloth as she turns her attention to the cup for the other Mistress, repeating the same, careful cleaning as the bowl before....
She gently lifts the bowl and cup, now covered in another piece of repcloth so that she doesn't touch them, she heads back to the "kitchen" to begin preparing.
Her soft, nimble fingers flatten out a fresh bit of repcloth onto the counter. She kneels gently and rummages a bit for the tea leafs. Grasping a bunch she brings them to the repcloth and lovingly crumbles them onto it. Softly her fingertips lift the corners, folding the repcloth tightly around the crushed leafs. She takes a bit of string and ties the repcloth tightly. A smile slips across her lips as she tenderly lifts it and turns to the kettle, placing the tea filled repcloth in to seep. Her attention turns to the "salad" she was asked to make.....
Sable smiles as she gathers up some katch, olives, onions, radishes, carrots, peppers, and some pea pods. Wrapping them up in some repcloth she heads over to the water to wash them throughly. Her gentle fingers shiver in the cool, crisp water as she washes the ingredients carefully. A giggle slips past her lips as she shakes the water from the ketch, it's droplets dancing in the air like tiny diamonds.
She quietly finishes the washing, heading back to the counter in the "kitchen". Trembling fingers, bit from the cold water shiver as she unwraps them from the repcloth. She sighs heavily, seeing that the knife is chained to the stone. "How does one expect a girl to wash this thing" she mutters to herself under her breath. She turns to grab another bowl and hurries off to fill it with water to wash the knife....
She hurries back, grasping the knife and placing it in the bowl of water. Her fingers wrapped tightly in a bit of repcloth, she proceeds to throughly clean the knife. It had looked to her like it had not been cleaned in a long while.
Satisfied with its now cleanliness, she looks to the kettle, it had not yet begun to boil thankfully.
Her eyes turn to the bowl she was to serve the Mistress with. Her eyes slowly inspect it for any imperfection, a piece of sheer cloth run along the edge and over it's entirety. A warm smile crosses her lips as she places it down onto a tray.
Laid out before her was the ingredients for the salad, she began with the ketch, chopping it up into bite sized bits and tossing it into the cleaned bowl. A gentle tune softly rises from her, it was but a gentle hum, but it always made her smile. Swiftly she dices up the onion, carrots, radishes and other ingredients placing them into the bowl also. Her eyes spot two spoons which she grasps and heads to clean. She heads back and stirs the salad up with them. She taps her chin, "Oh! that will do nicely!" she thinks to herself. She kneels down to find the boiled vulo eggs. Quickly she slices them and adds then to the top of the salad....
Sable gently places the salad filled bowl onto the tray, covering it in a fresh repcloth and turns to the Bazi tea. The steam raced into the cool, crisp air, her eyes watching it swirl in the air. Taking a fresh cloth she carefully lifts the cup she has chosen for the Mistress. Her green eyes study the edges and surface, confirming what her eyes saw was true with a bit of sheer cloth, she nodded approvingly and placed it upon the tray.
The heat of the kettle felt good against the cold air, she carefully lifted the lid, letting out a big billowing burst of steam into the air. It's warm, tender touch caressing her face, making her smile. She placed the lid back on and slowly pured the tea into the cup. It's steamy tendrils reached up into the air in their slow, curling dance. Quickly she added sugars to tiny bowls and matching spoons for each after having throughly cleaned and inpected them for any imperfections....
Her soft, gentle fingers grasped the tray, lifting it gracefully. She ran through everything in her head once again, checking it for any mistakes. Her eyes studied the tray a moment, a soft nod to her head, "Right down to some pastries for the Mistresses to enjoy" she smiled to herself. And off to the Mistresses she went.
She slide gracefully to her knees, back straight, thighs tightly pressed together, her head lowered to her breasts, tray offered up for the Mistresses' approval......
Sable smiles warmly, holding the bowl of salad first to her chest, whispering a delicate prayer. She lifted it up, gently kissing the bottom of the large bowl of salad before holding it out to the Mistress, "I hope and pray this food brings you strength and happiness Mistress."
Sable smiles delicately, her fingertips softly caressing the hot cup of Bazi tea first to her chest she whispers a silent prayer, then she lifts it, softly kissing the bottom of the cup, "I hope and pray this drink warms you and quenches your thirst Mistress."
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