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Gulp

Big moment. Big, big moment. You can do this. You are ready for this. You’ve been preparing for this moment for years. You know what to say, what to do, just do it and don’t mess up. Be yourself, be your very awesome self, they will love you and you’ll succeed.

Nothing to be nervous about, just go in there and do what you do best.

Why are they always behind a door? It only heightens the suspense and makes you more anxious. There shouldn’t be doors. You should just be able to see whom it is you are going to speak to. You should be able to see what you’re up against. Then you could fight it head on, meet the challenge, steel yourself for the battle.

Never mind that! You can do this. You were made for this. You deserve this and they would be stupid not to choose you. You are worthy enough to be their equal.

Time’s up. The door opens. Smile. Be polite. Stand up and shake their hand. Firm grip. Follow them. Breathe.

Gulp. This is it.

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Spin

This was the same club where we met. The DJ then was a chubby dude that wore heaps of fake gold chains. He jammed with one earphone on his head, his rings glinting in the disco lights as he made the famous screeching record sound. He spun tracks that kept you dizzy for hours, if you weren’t already dizzy from the dancing colors and stiff drinks.

The time we spent together moved as quickly as the rhythms. Happiness carried us along like the thick crowds carried us over their heads. He was my world and we spun together in slow dances, and twirled through salsas, a whirlwind of ups and downs. We cried and laughed in the same hour. We drove fast to outrun the fallout in our wake and walked slowly throwing rocks in the waves just to make a splash.

When he left me, I was thrown off balance like stepping off the spinning merry-go-round at the park. Everything stopped.

Yet here I am, back where it all began. The irony of it is, I feel like I never left, though the DJ is different now. And he is gone.

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Sing

“What do you think they are doing with us?” Little Tessa’s voice shook even in a whisper as she looked up at her elderly companion.

“Well, back when my grandfather was alive, he used to work in a mine. It went deep underground and many passages were no bigger than you.” He took the time to make eye contact with the shivering wide-eyed girl to reassure her. “They used to carry birdcages with them just like this one, only smaller and with a canary inside.”

“Why?”

“Well the bird would chirp and sing merrily even in the darkest hole.”

“To cheer them up?”

“Until they stopped singing. The bird would be overcome by terrible gasses in a passage before the men because it was smaller and breathed faster. The men then knew the passage was too dangerous for them to go on.”

“So, are we canaries for the giants?”

“I’m afraid so.”

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Dark and Sexy Piece titled “Beg”

The way the pale moonlight illuminated her skin made me shiver. She was dating my best friend, this was wrong.

The dark lacy underwear covered just enough to give my imagination something to do. She moved with fluid grace and when I looked at her eyes, the steadiness of their steel blue gaze was both chilling and enthralling.

I want her.

She moved around the room, turning down the bedsheets and lighting candles. It was all I could do not to jump at her and pin her to the bed. She caught my intense gaze and waggled a finger at me, grinning mischievously.

Please don’t make me wait.

She went to the door, looking over her shoulder with fake surprise as she opened it.

No, don’t go!

I began to call out, but the cotton handkerchief gagged me and took away my words. I strained at the bindings on my wrists behind the chairback I was seated in.

She returned, carrying a tray with a silver domed dish on it. Placing it on my lap, she opened it, revealing the severed head of my best friend.

Please, no!

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Moment

I heard a knock.

I could sense who was standing on the other side. I just knew, it had to be him. He was the only person I wanted to see most in the whole world, and also the only person whom I dreaded seeing.

When we last talked, it was as if there was a rift between us, an invisible wall. Small talk and short words were used, and the truth was skirted. It was better to say those kinds of things in person, where you could see into the other person’s eyes.

Looking into those eyes, knowing what I had to say, was going to be the hard part. As I neared the door, my stomach flipped and flopped, and adrenaline made my heart race.

Opening it exposed more than his face, the single rose he held, and the heady scent of his cologne. It exposed my heart.

Seeing him opened some dam that was long closed. I felt tears rush to my eyes as heat flooded my cheeks. No words were spoken, but we embraced.

Everything we needed to say to each other was in that hug. The words, the past, the hurt, all melted away in his arms.

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Peace Within Chaos

The wind whipped ferociously at the siding, thumping the pieces against the house as each one strained to hold on. Sirens continued to blare somewhere outside, but from inside the bathtub, we couldn’t hear them.

Huddled together, my sister and I, pale faces, big eyes, cold hands, we listened to the howling wind grow stronger. Windows broke somewhere in the house; things blew around, breaking against the walls or floor. We began to shake.

The loud whistling grew to a roar and the roof opened up. Our eyes shut tight we felt more than heard the house crumbling. Then a pause. I looked up. A bit of pale blue at the top of a swirling vortex surprised me. My hair had stopped whipping around and up. Chaos all around the house, but here, a haven of serenity.

I stared in awe. Something so powerful, able to destroy, had a calm at its core. The governing force here was peace. Tranquility guided the tornado on its journey, stoicly. There was a lesson here I was not about to forget as the angry wind returned.

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Ficly: Nursery Rhyme Truth

From April 2010:

Jack Sprat could eat no fat

His wife could eat no lean

And so betwixt the two of them

They licked the platter clean

A nursery rhyme, silly at first glance, but depicting perfect teamwork. In harmony, this couple is satisfied by each eating the portion of the food they like. It’s not a parasitic relationship, but a partnership to be emulated.

I closed the book of nursery rhymes and glanced at the peaceful cherubic face of my little one. If only life were always like that. I sighed. Raising him would be easier with a partner around.

Having a baby did not glue his daddy and I back together. It gave us more things to argue about.  As my life dwindled in despair, my child didn’t have a mother to care for him, and my parasitic husband found feeding on me unsatisfying as I gave him less of myself. It may have seemed selfish to gather my pride and get out, but I realized I had to do it, for us. Finally, like all parasites, he’d sucked so much of the life from me, I had to cut him off from me or I would die.

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