Friday, 16 December 2016

Naughty Date

I grow a little nervous as I look outside.  Kent is waiting in the car.  He has honked the horn and he sits waiting.  There's a lingering energy and I grow nervous.  I don't want to go.  But I have already told him I will.

The morning blooms up in my mind like a memory.

"Hey;"  greets Kent.

"Hi;'  I reply.

"I have some spare wages to spend, and I was thinking I would like to spend it on you;"  he tells me.

"Like at a movie?"  I ask.

"No, no, no;"  mutters Kent with a laugh.  "I would like to spend it on you;"  he tells me.  "On you;"  he mutters in whisper.

I shrug.  I know he wants to spend it on me so I think of expensive lingerie.

"There's a store which has nice clothes;"  I hint.

Kent laughs.  He then wraps an arm behind my back and pats me on the backside.

"On you;"  he mutters as he leans close.  "Like... you;"

I nod.  All the fancy clothes I want vanish into think air and I see myself being given a wad of money.  I raise a brow as I shiver inside of my skin.  What Kent is hinting at is giving me money, and that makes my knees weak and my throat dry.

"I see;"  I mutter finally after some thought.  "Okay;"  I add after another moment.


"Okay;"  I whisper as I look out the window.

I am nervous; so nervous I could bite my nails.  What if I don't like Kent, what if he thinks I'm dumb?  Questions buzz inside my head and I want to creep back to my room.  But a thought pops up inside my mind urging me to get out to the car.  So I pick up my purse and walk outside, and it is like a war every time I take a step.

"Finally!"  gasps Kent as he rolls his eyes.  "One more second and I drive through the living room;"  he adds.

"Don't be silly!"  i gasp.  "You would never fit the car through a door!"

The vision of Kent driving through the front door enters my mind -  I scream, my father shouts, Kent screams before the whole house bursts into flames.

"It was just an expression;"  mutters Kent before he moves the car down the street.


Ten minutes and the car is parked in the back of an alley.  I feel like crumbling -  I want it to be a ditch.  Kent puts on music to fill our ears then he tells me to get into the back.  I slip out and think of running -  why should I be with Kent just because he has the money to spend?  Then I think of what he has - a nice body with big blue eyes; I think he's got and on a report card he'd get A for attraction, so I tell myself to try him and see if he's a fun time.


Then in the back of the car there is fuss and fury - there's not enough room, my leg is to high, his head is hitting the door, I am hit in the face with a disgruntled elbow.  I think nothing is going to work out - but then he gets the big idea to give me oral and the issues with space subside and I am finally getting some pleasure and so is he at every lick he enjoys an orgy and I am given the orgy which makes me explode.


Flushed and sweaty I arrive home safe.  I have money stuffed in my purse and it's a wad of bills Kent has put together with a clip.  I feel exhausted like all my energy has been used and I am on low petrol.  I am also asleep when Kent kisses me, and I wake with a shiver.

"Home;"  he mutters.

"Oh great!"  I cry sitting up from my curled up position.  "See you;"  I add with a wave.

But Kent holds me and keeps me in place.  Rubbing my shoulders he stares at me like he can see through my to reach a naked me at the back of my head.

"I think I like you a bit;"  he adds.

I smile.  I think it is a smile.  I am not sure because I cry, like the world is a soap opera that has just begun to get mushy.  I bit on a lip as a tear dribbles over it.

"So I'll see you around;"  tells Kent as he smiles.

"Great;"  I mutter before I feel his fingers pry away from my arms.  "Bye!"  I cheer before I open the door and leave.


A gasp of relief that I can walk back to the house.  At the door I turn to see Kent.  He  stares at me from the car like he can't move, but in a second he fires the ignition and leaves.  I feel faint - without his eyes on me I turn cold, and I rush inside before I fall down.

Inside I sit on my bed and take out the money.  I have been given a whole wad of bills -  three thousand dollars worth.  I gasp as I count it all, a great big wad of shopping spilled onto my lap.  I smile.

"Any time;"  I mutter before I box the money and shove it under my bed.  "Any night;"  I add before I lay down and move to sleep the night away.


Thursday, 15 December 2016

Hit By A Car

A trip to the ice cream store turns into drama as a little boy by the road runs and gets hit by a car.  Joyce shrivels inside of her skin, and she stands helpless as she listens to screams and cries.  She sobs a little as she watches cars stop and crowds gather, and then she leaves.


Feeling weak Joyce trembles as she walks home.  She doesn't pace her steps, her knees feel like they are to collapse as her stomach twirls on truth and memories.  She hears the sound again - someone being hit, and she feels a shiver.  Joyce holds her breath - her mind still twirling she waits to faint.


By a tree Joyce stops to catch her breath and she catches the eye of Jake who stands in his front yard peering at the garden.  Jake moves closer to the fence and he calls to Joyce.

"Hello there;"  he says.  "Are you okay?"

Joyce looks to Jake and she tries to gather her wits.  She wants to move on, but her feet feel like air and so she stands still.

"I feel under..."  she mutters.

The image of a car on top of a dead body pops inside of her mind and Joyce bends down to peer closer at the person underneath.  Twisted under the front tyre is the face of a person whose eyes are bloodied and dead; it is the image of herself, and she puts her hands up over her mouth and screams.

Joyce feels a light hit her and she trembles before she begins to sink.  Jake catches her -  moments have passed and he has approached to see if Joyce is on drugs; he takes seconds to pick her up inside of his arms and he carries Joyce inside.



A dab on the brow with a moistened rag wakes Joyce from her unconsciousness.  Jake smiles at Joyce and he greets her.

"Hello;"  he mutters.

Joyce shivers and then she shrieks.

"Who are you?"  she asks as alarm rings over her mind.  "Where am I?"

"My name is Jake;"  tells Jake as he changes his tone to calm her.  'You are in my house;"  he adds.

Joyce offers another shriek.

"You fainted on the front pave;"  he adds.  "I brought you inside to keep from frightening the neighbours;"  he adds.

"Oh..."  mutters Joyce as she touches her face.  "I'm sorry... I must have been in shock..."  she adds as she blinks.  "I saw someone get hit by a car, and it made me feel funny;"  she adds.  "Weak..."

"That's terrible!"  gasps Jake as he leans back.  "I would have felt lucky if..."  he lets his sentence flop.  

"I'm sorry, I should leave;"  mutters Joyce able to catch the pick up line despite the confusion inside her head.

Joyce feels weak as she sits up, and Jake helps her to stand as stars dance over her eyes.  Joyce looks to Jake -  he seems decent looking, maybe even nice; but his eyes look to her with greed and so she tells herself to leave.  However with her feeling so faint she stumbles, and Jake keeps her up on her feet with a light push.  

"I still feel faint;"  mutters Joyce as she rubs her head.  "Strange..."  

"I understand;"  tells Jake as he follows Joyce.  "Perhaps you would like a drink or something to eat?"

"Do you have any aspirin?"  asks Joyce as she turns to Jake.

"Yes I do;"  tells Jake before he moves to a nearby shower to collect some aspirin.  

Joyce takes the pills and then she offers a sigh.  The aspirin makes her feel a little better, almost good to walk again.  However Jake clears his voice.

"Would you like me to drive you home?"  he asks.

Joyce wants to say no, but with her head in a puzzle she smiles and accepts the offer.  Jake nods and collects his keys, and soon the two are inside a silver car driving down the street.


Joyce looks to Jake as he drives.  He seems stern yet comfortable, and she enjoys the smooth of the drive.  Joyce smiles as Jake flicks his eyes to her, and then she looks to the street.  Jake smiles and then he clears his voice.

"I've been living here for ten years and never seen you before;"  he tells.

Joyce shrugs.

"I walk around only sometimes;"  she tells.  "I usually drive but my car is being fixed;"  she adds.

The image of the run down boy flashes inside of Joyce's mind and she shivers as tears squirt from her eyes.  Joyce turns away to cup her hands over her face.  She feels cold and pale -  so cold she feels as though her heart has stopped beating; she feels dead.  Joyce wants to scream, but she stays quiet as Jake looks at her with concern.  He drives a short while, and then finally he turns a curb to stop the car.  

"Hey, are you okay?"  asks Jake as he places a hand on her shoulder.

"No!"  gasps Joyce as she feels her breath suffocate inside of her lungs.  "I just wish... I hadn't seen it!"  she gasps.  "He was just a boy!"

Jake rubs her back a little as he gazes at Joyce who wants to run out of the car screaming.  

"I can see him.... it's like a vision;"  she adds.  "He's dead!"

Jake rubs her back a little more.  He wishes he could hold Joyce, but the constraint of space doesn't allow him; so he squeezes her shoulder a little before offering her a tissue.

Joyce takes one and she blows her nose and wipes her eyes; she clutches the tissue as Jake rubs her spine a little more.  Joyce wishes she had more aspirin -  she has a throb in her belly that rises to her brain, and she wishes she had a drink to ease it.

"I'm sorry;"  she whispers as she takes a gulp.  "Can you continue driving me home?"  she asks.

Jake nods.  

"Okay;"  he mutters before he starts the car.

Joyce shivers, and then she curls herself into a ball as Jake drives the car.  Joyce recoils and presses her weight on the window, then she waits as the tyres roll over the road.



Jake reaches the house Joyce tells him to stop at.  He whistles.

"Nice house;"  he mutters.

Joyce smiles.

"I can't offer you to come inside, so I'll say thank-you;"  she tells Jake as her hands crawl to open the door.  "And goodbye;"

Jake nods.

"Any time;"  he mutters as he watches Joyce slip out of the car.  "If you're passing by again, feel free to visit me;"

"I won't -  but thanks!"  mutters Joyce as she smiles.  "Thanks for the help!"  she adds before she closes the door and walks towards her house.

Jake watches Joyce for a short minute.  He feels a rise inside of his heart.  He wishes she were his -  but his common side takes over his senses; he knows she is not his, so he starts the car and leaves -  he has done his duty, he has helped a stranger, and now it is time to go home where he can help himself to a drink.


Joyce walks inside the house.  She steps down the corridor and towards the bathroom.  There she finds more aspirin and she swallows them fast.  Feeling relief she strips herself out of her clothes and she moves towards shower whose taps she has turned on.  Through the water Joyce sees the boy -  his eyes cry blue tears that dribble onto the bloodied road, so clear it is as though she is at a cinema.  Joyce steps back and she rakes her face with her fingernails before she screams a shrill scream that cracks the glass in front of her.

"Go away!"  she gasps.  "Go away!"

Tuesday, 13 December 2016

Train Platform

Jacob looks at the trains.  He grows scared.  Being conscripted means something might happen - he might die. Jacob looks around, all around are couples hugging and saying their goodbyes; he feels a sore inside of his chest and he knows he has been let down.  There is no one to wave him off the platform, it's all about catching the right train.  Jacob grows sullen, he rubs his chin, he shuffles his feet; he feels cold, empty,  alone;

"This shouldn't be!"  he mutters to himself, but a call from the train puts him in action and he moves towards the train with weights on his feet.


On board the train Jacob looks at the crowd around him.  All are smiling, but soon their smiles will fade as nerves kick up.  They don't know where they are going, or when they will be back, but they will grow nervous once all the excitement has settled down; then it will be too late and they will find it hard to smile.


Ashley looks at Andrew who holds her hand.  She feels scared that Andrew might be putting his life in danger; she feels scared that he will be hurt;

"I don't want you to go;"  says Ashley.

Andrew shakes his head.

"I have to go;"  he tells.

"I don't want you to go;"  tells Ashley.

Andrew shuffles his feet and he looks away.  There is a feeling somewhere inside of his mind, a dead feeling, a shot; he knows there is panic stuck around it like a bruise waiting to sting, it is then he will not feel so brave.

"I'm sorry you feel this way;"  he tells her.

"I don't want you to go;"  tells Ashley as a whistle blower calls for the last board.

Andrew looks over his shoulder.  He wishes he could stay, but he can't; so he turns back to Ashley.

"I'm sorry;"  he mutters.  "I have to go;"  he adds before he picks up his bag and leaves.

Ashley watches Andrew leave and she turns around with sores inside of her eyes.  She wants to grab a needle and thread and write a sign for peace;  but it will not do anything but be thrown away and so she runs away from the train and away from the train station with tears dribbling down her face.


Andrew sits down and gives a sigh.  He looks out the window and sees no sign of Ashley.  He places a hand on the window as cigarette smokes wafts through his nostrils.  Andrew turns his head and sees Jacob who smiles at him as he chews on a cigarette.  Andrew narrows his eyes.

"Do you mind?"  he asks.

"No;"  mutters Jacob as he continues to suck on his cigarette.

Andrew exhales, and then he settles into remorse as he watches the train station drag itself away.


Nights and days pass.  Jacob tosses and turns in his bed at night, and then he trains and practises drills through the day.  There are bombs on his mind, and every time he thinks of war he grows cold as his body grows hot.  He turns himself into a machine as he grows scared of going to war, and then he is called into an office where he meets Andrew.

"You two are going to war;"  tells the chief. 

Both men rolls their eyes.

"Together;"  adds the chief.

Both men stiffen as they looks to one another.

"You'll be stationed on an island where you will work on drills and island watch.  You will monitor the island, look for dangers and threats, and report anything suspicious;"

Both men nod.


Soon the meeting is over and Andrew and Jacob leave.  Jacob is the first to speak.

"That's a mean job to put us on an island;"  he mutters.

"I'm fine with the station;"  tells Andrew as he blinks.  "I just wish it was more then watchmen;"  he adds.

"Well maybe we can also do cabin crew;"  mutters Jacob.

"Watchmen will be fine, and I will be fine;"  tells Andrew as he stiffly turns away to look at his own feet.

"So will I;"  mutters Jacob before he moves to smoke a cigarette.


The trip to the island takes twenty hours on ship.  When there is takes ten minutes to walk to the cabin where the two men will stay.  

Andrew grows a craving for more space and Jacob grows a craving for more cigarettes.  Neither get what they want, and soon both men are chewing gum to cure their upsets.


A few drinks at the bar only cure so much restlessness, after one week both are craving to head on home.  The island scene isn't active enough, it is just nonchalant.  They wish to be back at home where there is the hub keeping eyes awake at night; the activity of a suburb keeps them better company then a barren island.


Jacob is the first to start running, Andrew is the second.  Both sprint across the island during the morning, and then they rest is hammocks until the evening where they are invited to free drinks by the pier.

The activity is nice, but then a board of ships come and soon more people flock the island.  The next ship brings some women with it, and soon the mood of the island is picked up a little.


Jacob has his chance with a woman named Gretal.  She is nice, but her interest fades too often.  Jacob sees that her interest is more on Andrew and so he introduces them.  The two take off like a rocket, and soon Andrew has a girlfriend where as he has none.

Jacob grows angered that he is so alone.  So he gets drunk more often, and he runs for shorter lengths.  Jacob grows sullen, and his duties on watchmen look serious where as Andrew is often occupied with love letters which smell like perfume.

Jacob is promoted after smoking half a packet of cigarettes while watching birds flock over the horrizon, and to celebrate he goes to the bar to swig down a few drinks.  He shoots himself with bourbon which feels like ice when their 3 mm worth of liquid sails through him.  Jacob sweats and he pays his tab, then he leaves with shakes on the inside and sweat on the outside of his body.

The feeling of his skin is more then he can bare, so he stands by an alley to take advantage of a cigarette.  Soon he is feeling nauseated, and when he looks over his shoulder he sees not a bin but a pair of shoes.  He looks at the shoes, then at a skirt, then at a hairstyle that is twisted with curls.  Jacob smiles and he looks around with blurry eyes to see if anyone is watching.  There is no one in sight, only the eyes of a taxi driver look over where the woman is hailing it for a drive.  The taxi driver moves on with the passengers in the back talking and taking pictures.  The woman sighs.  Jacob smiles.  A pause passes so that Jacob can catch his breath then he grabs the woman and he drags her down the alley.


Jacob looks at Andrew who is asleep on the couch - a days worth of reports sitting on the table without words on it.  Andrew wants to kick at Jacob but he just puts his jacket on the reports and moves on to the shower.  He has done something dirty, and so he washes himself to get rid of the dirt.  Soon he feels clean, and he moves to the kitchen to grab a beer - but his stomach wobbles, and so he grabs a water instead.  

Andrew wakes as a knock on the door is head.  He gets up and he walks over to the door.  There is an officer there who greets him with a nod.

"Reports please;"  tells the officer.

Andrew nods and then he moves to the table where the reports sit under a jacket.  Andrew throws the jacket off the reports, and then he picks up a pen.  He quickly scrawls through one page, before he stuffed all in an envelope and then gives it to the officer.  The officer leaves, and Andrew returns to the couch to sleep.  He is tired, his brain is heavy, he needs a nap.

"A long waste of time;"  mutters Andrew before he moves to go to bed.


A crash is head.  Andrew jumps and races out of the cabin, there he meets Jacob who has crawled out from the side of the house to see through the dark.

"There was a cracker sound!"  tells Jacob as he raises his brows.

"Then there's something out there!"  gasps Andrew before he runs inside to get his keys.  "I'll do a quick scan on the beach and then come back!"  he yells.

Jacob nods, and he can only watch as Andrew leaves.  Jacob stands there still, like a rod, trying to see through the dark.  He sees nothing, he hears nothing, he could count the stars.  He can only see three, and so he picks up his binoculars to see through the dark more closely.  He cannot see a thing, and so he moves to the phone to ring up base.


Andrew parks by the beach.  He then looks at the water.  It is calm.  There is nothing wrong with the water, he could swim in it.  Andrew wipes sweat off his brow as he pants.

"What was it?"  he asks.

He looks at the water again, and then he heads back to his car before driving off to the other side of the island.


Jacob chews on gum as he watches the dark with a gun in his hand.  He hears nothing, he just looks at empty and sees nothing.  The world is calm and tranquil, but the sound still echoes inside of his ears.  There is something out there, and he waits to see it.


Early morning Jacob wakes.  He has fallen asleep and his head feels like cement.  Jacob gets out of the chair and he walks inside to see if Andrew is back.  Andrew is not back, and so Jacob makes himself breakfast before going out for a run.


Jacob races over the road and by the sand.  He sees nothing out of sorts and so he runs some more.  Then he spies Andrew who is staring at the sky.  At close inspection Andrew is sleeping, and so Jacob rubs his shoulder to wake him.

"Rise and shine!"  he calls.

"It's morning?"  asks Andrew.

"Sure is!"  tells Jacob with a nod.

"I fell asleep!"  tells Andrew.

"I won't tell!"  tells Jacob.  "You can come back to the cabin, I've done a scan, there is nothing unsafe!"  tells Jacob before he runs away.

Andrew wipes his brow.  He feels pleased that there is nothing wrong, but he feels displeased that there had been a crash and no one knows why.  Andrew takes a sip of water he has carried in his car, and then he turns on the radio to continue watch.  There is nothing wrong it is as though there had never been cause for alarm.






Night

The night is sinking.  Stars come out when the sky is stark black.  I shiver - being caught in the dark is like being caught in doom; the world holds an empty crisp that stings the senses as it creeps around you.  Being scared is just the start - being terrified is the last thing you think before you scream.

Friday, 18 November 2016

Dark World

A creak in the floor, Tammy looks behind her - there is dark, it creeps her out, but there is something else; and it takes a deep look into the dark to see it.

"Someone there!"  she gasps.

However two feet walk from behind a wall before her, and the marcher points a gun at her head.  Tammy clasps her fingers together, and she clears her throat.

"Please!  A chance!"  she begs.

The person in front of her seems as dead as an arrow, but he puts the gun away.  Tammy smiles and she stands up from hiding.  She thinks she is being let off the hook, when all the person is doing is waiting.

Tammy moves to walk past but he captures her arm.

"There are walls listening, don't come here again;"  he warns.

Tammy nods, and she wanders off leaving the darker world behind her.

The Mouse Trap

There are alarms ringing int the middle of the city.  Four friends gather at the back of a school.  There are soldiers everywhere knocking on doors, looking for a chance to shoot.  Pete has been given a hand-shake that has left him trembling, he was given a Nazi badge and told to join.

"This thing is raking against my nerves;"  tells Pete as he throws the badge away.

Regina shivers as the sign, and then she gives a tired sigh.

"How long do we have to stay out here?"  she asks.

Pete shrugs.

"A night, two nights, a week - who knows; but until the marching stops;" he answers.

"Let it stop now!"  gasps Kym before a rustle up above alarms her.

Pete places a hand on her shoulder.

"There, there, just the wind;"  he tells.

Kym sighs and then she tries her best to relax.

"I want it to go away;"  she mutters.

"Oh go away!"  screams Dionne.

Pete smacks Dionne in the back of the head.

"Quiet!"  he orders in sharp whisper.

Kym hears another sound and she screams.  Pete grabs her face and holds it, his hand firmly clasped over Kyms mouth.  Kym holds her breath as tears lick over her eyes, and then she sees it, a wandering dog sniffing around.

Regina laughs as she sees the dog, and then she approaches it.  The dog is hungry, and Regina gives it one of her crackers she has pocketed before she leads it back to the group.  The dog follows, happy to have found a friend.

Pete sighs as Dionne hysterically laughs.

"It was a dog!"  she exclaims.  "A dog!"

Kym tries to wriggle away from Pete who has her head rested against his shoulder.   Pete holds her, not wanting to let her go lest she make another sound.  Then it comes -  a siren closer then others; Pete's hand begins to sweat.

"Maybe we should go;"  mutters Regina nervously.  "It's getting closer;"

"A dog!"  yells Dionne.

Whistles are heard and Pete kicks at Dionne to make her hush.  Dionne sucks in her breath and then she stands up to scream.

"I'm sick of you!  I'm running away!  I hope you get wasted!"  she yells at the top of her lungs before she races away into the dark where whistles are ringing from the mouths of  officers who seek for their blood.

Regina holds the dog who wishes to follow Dionne and Pete holds Kym as fear races down his spine.

"Are we going to follow Dionne?"  he asks more to the wind then anyone.

"No!"  scoffs Regina as she pets the dog.  "Let her get caught, see if I care;"  she mutters.

"Maybe we should find her?"  asks Pete as he waits for a gun to fire.

"No, she'll just wig out;"  tells Regina as she narrows her eyes.  "She's been on the high string since yesterday when someone robbed her house;"

"They left her mothers head behind;"  tells Pete as he feels his blood curl over the story of Dionne hiding in a cupboard as the miltary charged her apartment and took her mothers body without the head.

"I don't even know if that is true!"  gasps Regina as she pet's the dogs head.

"Well if it is it makes me sick to the stomach!"  tells Pete as Kym peels his fingers off her face.

"I need air!"  gasps Kym.

Pete lets her go and she jumps up before a bullet races past her cheek like the wind.

"A bullet!"  gasps Kym before she turns and runs.

Pete and Regina stand and yell at her, but Kym has vanished.  The dog barks, and Regina bends down to give it a pet.

"What's the matter boy?"  asks Regina as she strokes the dogs fur.

"Let's just sneak out of the city!"  gasps Pete.  "I've had it with this place - the waiting, the hiding;"

Regina shakes her shoulders and then she sucks in her breath.

"Can we bring the dog?"  she asks.

"Sure!"  tells Pete as he looks at the dog which looks like it hasn't eaten for days.  "Let him be our pet!"  he adds.

"Okay!"  smiles Regina.  "But how do we get out?"  she asks.

"We head for the gates;" tells Pete as he narrows his eyes.  "On the other side of the city;"

"Okay;"  tells Regina as she smiles.  "Let's go!" she adds.

"Okay;"  tells Pete.  "You and me!"

"But what about the others?"  asks Regina.

"We'll bring them along if we bump into them, but as far as I am concerned they have already run away!"  tells Pete.

"Then let's go!"  tells Regina.

"Let's go;"  affirms Pete.


Dionne sneaks past curb after curb.  She tries to find a way out each one by following another sightless lane.  She makes some head-way before she finds a dead-end.  She crawls back, and she becomes lit by a torch which shines in her face.  

"What is it?"  asks Dionne.

"Time near eight - why not at home?"  asks a militant wearing black.

"I was visiting friends;"  tells Dionne.

"Then you visit home!"  tells the militant.

"Okay, I'll go home now!"  smiles Dionne before she turns and walks away.

The militant lets her walk, and she walks far knowing she is moving opposite her home and towards the gates where she can make her escape.


Kym sweats as she reaches a store which has just been torched.  The militants are close, but she still doesn't know where they are.  Kym trembles as she hears a pop, and then she shrieks as a flame burst out from the flaming store scolding the wall in front of her.  

Kym moves to run across the scalded wall, but two hands stop her and she is dragged away into an alley where she is given one firm slap.  Kym shrieks, and then she sobs as she is lit by a torch.  This is not the first time she has been given the eye, but the first time she has been stopped from doing anything like walk.

"You don't walk in front of a gas flame!"  scolds the militant who glares at Kym with sharp stare.  "The store is just about to explode;"  he adds, before a large boom is heard and the smell of smoke fumes over them.

Kym shivers, and then she nods believing the militant.  The militant looks at Kym, and then he touches her cheek and is surprised it should feel so cold when he has followed her for blocks.

"I guess you might have saved me then;"  mutters Kym distracted by the fingers one her face.

The militant takes his fingers away.  He nods.

"Thankyou;"  smils Kym before her hesitation covers her smile and makes it drop.

"No problem;"  tells the militant as he turns off the torch. 

Kym wonders if she should run away, but she doesn't.   She stands there staring at the black spot where the breathing is coming from.  The militant moves closer and closer, like a worm crawling through the earth.  Kym hears people running down the street, and then she hears their voices yelling to stop the fire before another explosiong brings out the screams and other pained tones.  Kym knows some of the people out near the store have been hurt, but the sounds drown away as the sound of breathing filled her right ear.  

Kym wishes the breathing would go away, but it does not.  She feels her body tingle as the militant moves his hand over her neck, and then she lets out a small yelp as he squeezes her neck.  The second is fast, and her breath inhales sharp, then he lets her neck go and Kym thinks that she feels a pain in her heart like it has been broken a tad.

"I think you hurt my heart;"  tells Kym as she rubs her chest.

The militant draws in a breath, and then he rolls his eyes.  Two seconds of contemplation turn into access of approval, and then he takes out a gun and holds it against Kym's face so that she can feel it.

Kym wants to shriek and she closes her eyes expecting a shot to kill her.   However with tears running down her face the militant rubs his cheek against hers.

"Let's hurt both our hearts;"  he mutters as he pushes his body against hers. 

Kym feels caught against militant and wall - both feel stiff and tall, but of course one is human and the other brick.  A hand scrapes her thigh, then dives under the hem of her dress, and Kym feels herself being fondled indecently.  Kym trembles like a person who has just been hit by a bullet, and she pleads that she have the strength to stand tall as she feels herself grow weak.


Regina and Pete walk fast past every corner.  Meeting stranger, ignoring them, moving on like a married couple heading for a hotel room.  The dog follows them like an obedient servant, and it makes less then a bark even when there is a siren blaring on a lamp-stand.  There is suspense on the air, and it follows the group like a shadow.  They walk away from it, feeling like they are never going to be caught.

They meet the city gates within the hour.  It is partially open, waiting for the group of cars which are to yet arrive.  Pete slides through the gap, then Regina, then the dog.  The three of them escape, and then they leave as though they have been given permission to leave the city.


Dionne spies the gate and she smiles.  She has outrun her own shadow and she feels good to leave.  So she rushes through the gates, and then she heads down the road that leads out of the city.  She can't believe her luck - it's early morning, and no cars in sight.  Dionne moves fast down the road, not caring about anything but her freedom from the trap that she has left behind.


Kym counts the seconds, they turn into hours.  She has been clinging onto the militant for so long, she can't help be tired.  His breath has turned stale, his loins have cool, and still he continues to fill her like he is starved and on the ravage.  Kym wonders where her friends have gone, she wonders if they have made it through the gate?

"I'm stuck here..."  mutters Kym as she lets a tear slide over her face.

The militant stiffens, and then he gives a sigh.  It is early morning and it feels like the sun might shine any minute.  There is a blur of lightness in the atmosphere, and it makes him want to go to bed.

"Well that's it..."  he mutters as he rests his chin on her head.

Kym nods, and then she gasps as the militant steps away from her.  He turns away to put himself together as she holds onto the edge of a garbage bin.  Kym trembles, and then she walks a few steps to try out her legs.  They are shaking but still with some strength, and she wonders if she should try to get through the gate while the world is quiet?  With a furrowed brow she moves to walk, but one stone gets in her way and her knees are just about collapsing to get over it.

Kym holds onto the street sign as she thinks that she would rather go home.  So she moves, shuffling on legs that are stiff and sore.  She is followed by the militant who steps behind her several metres away.  He stalks her, noticing the stares from early morning workers who can see that Kym is a little disorientated.  Some peole wish to approach her, but one look at the militant and they move on.  It is like a mouse seeing cat scene for blocks, and then Kym reaches her home and it is like a cat spying a mouse reach its hole.


Kym unlocks her door and she moves inside.  Everything  but the windows have been broken, and there is glass everywhere.  Kym closes the door and she moves to her bedroom where she collapses on her bed.  Kym smiles as she rests - she is home, she has made it!

The militant looks at Kym on her bed, and he raises brows to the wall.  It has been splattered with blood, and he knows that evil has come and gone.  

The militant moves to Kym and he touches her face.  She is already asleep, exhausted from her long night and hiding behind a closed curtain.  He shakes her shoulder - she still does not wake; so the militant takes off his jacket and lays on the bed with her.  He holds her for a second, then a minute, then an hour, enjoying her body so close.  He rubs his face against her, and Kym wakes up with a start.  Her eyes search for questions, and then she hears it the sound of breathing.

"Excuse me, I am not done;"  mutters the militant as he hold her down when she tries to sit up.

One slap and Kym realizes she is not alone, and she offers a weak scream before she is held down to be raped throughout the morning.


Regina, Pete, and the dog reach the boating area. They group their passports and head towards the ticket booth.  They order their tickets, and then they move onto a boat with their dog held inside of their arms.

Dionne reaches the docks as the boat moves away.  She orders a ticket, but the ticket person shakes his head.  Dionne lets out a whine, before she is forced to sit on the bench waiting hours for another boat.  Her nerves are tense, she has no idea if she will make it through the hours without being noticed, but she waits to see.


Kym rolls off the bed and onto the floor.  She crawls for a few metres, before she stands to walk to the shower where there is a mirror.  

Her face is swollen from crying, and there is a dark black bruise on her cheek.  Kym whines and trembles as she looks at her face.  The militant watches behind her as she frets, and he laughs.

"I have a job;"  he tells her.  "Prostitute;"  he adds before he leaves a few coins worth triple that of an average dollar.  "I'll be back with friends;"  he adds.  "Don't leave, or I'll look for you;"  he warns with a crooked finger before he leaves.

Kym fingers the dollars in shaking hands.  She doesn't know if she is going to survive, but the dollars bring her some hope.

"Maybe I can buy a plane ticket if I get enough dollars;"  she mutters before she turns weak.

Her whole body is sore, and she drops the money onto the floor before stumbling to her bed where she faints.


Dionne shivers as a militant asks for a ticket at the booth as another boat docks.  She doesn't want to show she is interested in buying a ticket, but she does as the call in made to dock the boat.  

Dionne crawls up the ramp, and then she sits on chair.  All is calm before she is approached by the militant.

"Passport;"  he mutters with a crooked smile.

Dionne shows him the passport, and his smile drops.

"You are not military;"  he complains with a frown.

Dionne feels herself sweat, but relief floods her as the boat moves to depart.  No-one is getting off or on,  and she is tasting freedom.  The militant grabs her arm as he sucks in a breath.  Dionne leans away as she stares unknowing how she is able to hold in her next scream.

"You stay with me!"  tells the militant sharply.  "You stay with me, side-by-side, and we travel together!"  he gasps in a deep tone that hits her brain and makes it fear.  "You should not have gotten this far;"  he complains.  "Never, never; you should not!"  he gasps before he sits and takes off his hat.

The militant orders drinks and food, and Dionne eats her share quietly as the militant tells her how naughty she is before moving on to lecture her about the ways of the world.  Dionne feels the wind and her spirits soar -  she has gotten away, and all she has to do is sit and she knows she will be taken care of.


Kym hears knocking on the door.  She ignores it; but it rings like thunder, so she opens it.  Outside there are a good twenty people, all waiting to see her.  Kym shivers as she smiles, and she is pushed back as the militants walk in. 

The group bring drinks and cigarettes, and then they look to her.  She looks weak, but their eyes like her looks enough and so a gambling table is set and the militants play some games as Kym is taken to the bedroom where she is told what to do. 

It takes hours for the group to go, and in those hours Kym is given many dollars for rapes that leave her broken and bruised.  She showers twenty times and each time she is taken out to be dragged to her bed and laid by the next cluster of hungry militants. 

Kym can't walk, she is not sure she can breathe, drugs have made her tired, and drink have made her moody.  It takes all of her strength to wave goodbye to the last visiting militant, and then she is told to rest until the next night where she is expected to answer the door.  

Kym falls asleep before she falls apart, and it takes hours for her to wake.  When she does there are visitors, and they have come to give her a rape to scar a while after having had broken off her door and moved it to the gutters outside.  

Kym sucks in her breath as she is grabbed, and then the whole circus starts again and she is told not to ever leave.






Thursday, 17 November 2016

Saint Jude

Jude Claud is a saint who fights for the rights of his religion.  He does more then preach, he takes to sword and answers any objection with a swift strike, beheading those who stand against him.  He is most feared by anyone who does not understand him, but he has an honest side which is much liked and so the fear does not rise to become rivalry rather it stews to become something else - acceptance. 

Jude wanders around his kingdom building up an army.  Those who hate him flee, but those who like him join him and they become his men and friends.

Jude begins to grow in fame, and his fame takes him to the road.  He needs to know more then the patch of earth he occupies and so he says goodbye to his friends and walks away.


There are many days and nights of toil and starvation.  Jude is met by many people, and some even let him into their homes so that he might be able to recover from long journey.

Jude discovers there is a lot of acceptance for his ways -  however this is rivalled when he meets the Roman army who are storming over the land to ensure that it is theirs.


One look and the Romans have arrested Jude.  He was a king wearing his spine tall, and the Romans have bent it.  Jude moves with the Romans, he enters their castle of Rome, and there he becomes a prisoner.

"Let me out!"  he screams through night and day.

But he is not allowed out, and so he stews in the depths of an underground jail starving as the Romans feel him water and oil.


Claire Mayonette, a visitor to Rome, hears the stories of a saint sent to the depts of the underworld.  She thinks it is a childrens story and she laughs.  But her laughter is not met with smiles, it is met with hate.

"It is true!"  exclaims a boy.  "He lives in Rome, under its feet, in murder!"  he announces. 

A Roman general approaches, and he slaps the boy in the face.  The boy gasps and runs away, and that is when Claire hides herself.

Claire asks a few questions to some bakers.  Do they know of a saint?  Does he live under Rome?  The nod their heads and smile.

"He was taking down Rome, so Rome put him to prison bed;"  they tell Claire.

Claire gasps.  She then moves to ask her captain permission to visit the saint.  It takes days of wagering, but after a few days she is allowed to visit Jude who is anything but happy to see her.


"What are you?"  asks Jude in a soft but edgy voice.  

"What are you?"  asks Claire as she looks at him through the prison bars.  "What saint are you?"

"Jude;"  tells Jude as he feels his lips chill.

Just talking takes whatever strength he has away from him, it makes him want to faint.

"Why are you in prison?"  asks Claire.  

"I do not know.  I was wandering, talking, getting to know people; and they took me here;"  he answers in a tone that is fit for a Ceaser.

Claire blushes.  His accent his perfect, his mind in-tact, his looks youthful behind the beard that has grown over his lips.  Claire looks at the captain who can already read her thoughts.  She wishes to save the saint, and the captain is ready to say no.  So Claire takes out a key that opens all doors from her pocket, and she uses it to opent he cell and she frees the saint.

"There you are free;"  she mutters with a smile.  "Now go or follow me;"  she orders.

Jude smiles and on knees weak and shaking he walks away from Claire who feels like dirt as she sees her new saint walking away like a poor beggar.

"I am Claire, I live in Verville;"  she tells Jude as he reaches the door.  "I ask you to visit if you find no friends or company;"  she tells him.

Jude turns like a whisp of fire spin in wind, and he scowls.  

"Not likely lady.  I am a King, and I have men, and I shall sack Rome when I find them!"  he exclaims before he dissapears as fast as another whisp of wind.

Claire gasps and she leans on her captain.  She wishes for a fan, buts he has none.  She has just released Rome's greatest enemy, and he has all signs of a saint and god.


Jude wanders back to his land.  His men are there telling tales of monsters when he approaches.  They look to him and fall in love, and then they invite him to a feast.  Jude accepts, and one night of feasting turns into planning for battle, and the next week he marches with his army to Rome.


It is morning when Rome is attacked with bombs of fire.  All Romans scream and they run back and forth in the streets alerting all that they have been bombed.  

The Ceasar comes out of hiding, and he gathers the army for attack.  But there are flames burning all around, and it takes emergence from the walls of Rome to see what they are to attack, and when they emerge they find themselves circled by Jude's army.


"Bow and kneel before Jude, or die!"  tells Jude with sword in hand.

The Romans kneel and they plead for their lives, which Jude gives them as soon as they are chained in Rome's prison cells.

Each legion is starved to death in shackles and chains and behind bars.  Jude then torches the residents of the city, before calling Rome his.

"I am Saint Jude;"  tells Jude as he raises a sword.  "And I have won!"  he yells before a cheering crowd.