Jun 27, 2012

Lost In the Light

Visual Dare #11 

The fading dusk air flowed gently through the courtyard, carrying hints of jasmine and exotic spices from the closing markets.  He inhaled deeply, breathing in the flavoursome scents mixed with her natural aroma, and it made his heart quake.  Their hushed voices rising and falling in the excitement and sincerity of the moment where they kneeled obscured behind a wooden screen.  Wrapping his hands around hers and revelling in the enveloped warmth, he watched in unrestrained adoration as the far reaching lanterns of the street filtered through becoming squares of illumination, dancing upon their close bodies.  Moving his gaze to match hers he felt his nerves go weak and his heart beat with a most unusual force, instantly lost in those light golden eyes that bathed him with pure affection and happiness.

"Why the Gods will not bless me with the knowledge to name such a being that truly rivals the beauty of the Mother herself I am humbly regretful" he whispered feverently.  The barest crease of laughter around her eyes shone through the shadows as she held his hands tighter.

"To interupt the Gods with such trivial matters of men one would think you entirely lovesick my dearest Emmer" she replied coyly, dark eyelashes hiding the mischevious glee as she looked down into her lap to suppress the bubbling joy eager to escape.

"I am" he muttered breathlessly causing her to look back into his forlorn stare.

He reached a hand towards the intricate veil of her head scarf, and she became keenly aware of his coarse fingertips grazing her neck as he lifted the light silk.  Eyes wide with terror at his forbidden act she could not help but part her lips in anticipation when the cool air caressed her uncovered skin.  The sun had retreated past the horizon leaving them intimately close, she could feel his heavy breathing hot beside her, while they waited in the deepening night.

She took an unsteady breath realising she had been holding it since he had spoken.

"The Mother named me-".  His lips found hers causing her to gasp, in surprise or delight she could not tell as she was suddenly caught under the impact of his tender assault.  Sensations errupted when she hesitantly responded, thankful for his strong hands that had risen to her shoulders as she felt her body weaken severely.  Her mind surrendered to the infatuating emotions that undulated within, unable to control the nervousness and adrenalin where she fell into his embrace.  Immersed in his passion her hands tentatively sought his firm chest.

The tranquil darkness abruptly vanished as she forced her eyes open to confront the intense light cast upon them; their sanctuary had been compromised.  She called out in distress, pleading for his life and fell to her hands as he was torn away, renewed fear overwhelming her.  The looks of disgust and anger at her disgrace emanated form the soldiers that had assailed them as they hauled Emmer from the courtyard, his efforts to resist in vain.  Spying the commander she threw herself at his mercy, unaware of the head scarf that had fallen free.

"Roland I beg of you with the Warrior as witness do not harm him!"  Desperation tainted her voice with sobs that threatened to close her throat as she struggled to adjust to the turn of events.  Looking down at her with revulsion he seized a fistful of her dark unbound tresses bringing the frightful woman to her feet with a callous jerk.

"You are not worthy of the title of the Gods and it abhors me to recognise you as a sister of mine" he spat.  "You have committed sacrilige of the highest order with such profanity!  You are nothing but an insolent whore!"  A thought suggested itself and swelled with determination as he drew his scimitar in a moment of unchecked rage. "This is what the Warrior may bear witness to".

With an unwavering sense of resolution he began to slash at her now tangled hair, cutting it to a savagely distorted crop.  Tossing her into the arms of a soldier opposite, he marched off after the offender.

Reeling from the intensity of her brothers venom she crumbled amidst the fallen strands of ebony, clutching her trampled veil uselessly, uncaring of the tears that wet her cheeks.

The silence will break your heart,
Jaq xx


Lost In the Light - Bahamas
Waste Me - Charlie Mayfair
Evie - Cub Scouts
Where Are You - Elenor Lupretz
Listen to Your Love - Mona

Jun 15, 2012

The Liebster Award

Sincerest thank you to Andrea from The Enchanted Writer for presenting me with this award, and for the inspiring mention.


The 'rules' of the award are the following:
  1. Thank your Liebster Blog Award presenter on your blog.
  2. Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.
  3. Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.
  4. Present the Liebster Blog Award to 5 blogs of 200 followers or less.
  5. Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog.

Rain at Iridescent Rain for the immense depth of imagination she draws upon in constructing amazing worlds.

Donna at My Write Spot, although already nominated she deserves it again, she is so adventurous and lead me to the likes of Pinterest and some fantastic bloghops.

Angela at Anonymous Legacy, a new discovery I love her challenge of Visual Dare and her take on writing.

Apologies for the belated acceptance, the hectic days have been distracting.  I vow to fulfill my duty of bestowing this award upon a furthur two blogs, until then...

Jaq xx

Jun 12, 2012


Five Sentence Fiction:

I feel lost without you.

I become drawn to your old shirts, faded like the musky scent that stains them, the one that makes me feel like crawling into a soft bed with a thick overflowing doona and resting in that comfortable calming warmth of anothers embrace.

The street outside is empty, occasionally taunting me with the sounds of others alighting from their journey to seek the solace of home, and still I wait for those footsteps to reach that door and fill these silent corridors with your audacious humour and liveliness.

It becomes painful to dwell, and my heart suffers in a strange breathless clutch as my chest collapses under the weight of your absence.

I am unfamiliar with the experiences of love, but know that I crave your presence with such a haunting need that I would trail after you endlessly just to share in your company.

chasing your movements,
Jaq xx

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Jun 6, 2012

Let's Just

Live life like no regrets.
How much can change in a month?

Your state of mind is a powerful device and often underestimated.  Following my last confession I experienced a change that I can only explain as the loss (or at least a severe diminishing) of my insecurity.  Acceptance of what I was seeking to accomplish and how to set out doing so made me ready.  I am not a planner by any means, I am a night-before-er and morning-of-er, I am indecisive forcing decisions by the second and have no concept of time beyond a week.  This forms a disastrous combination with my need to be prepared where I will most likely fret if I think I have not worn the right shoes for that day.

Although I have made no physical progress on my WIP it has undertaken massive developments mentally.  I am going to approach it as I do with all my writing, I can envisage the opening scene and I know what I want to happen, so I will write and discover the rest as it comes.

I will continue to challenge myself.  I optimistically aim to further particular pieces of flash fiction as well as attempting different genres (prompted by the Faerytaleish contest that rendered me wordless).  Something some smiling face from the television said has become my mantra:

"Take Risks,
Regrets are Useless"

My one year blog anniversary is fast approaching and I cant help but feel inspired and fuzzy inside.

sky high,
from sjp
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