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Beautiful Burns
" There weren't always dragons in the valley, no darkness ever blinded my view, my heart yearned to be burned in the flames, a fire started by you...". Asya sang in a semi-sweet, water-logged voice from behind the translucent blue shower curtain. She closed her eyes and allowed the hard water of the shower to hit her face and distort the sounds of the words coming from her plum-shaded, full lips. She really enjoyed her long showers although her grandparents would often get on her about “taking entirely too damn long and using up all the hot water in there.” She didn’t care one bit about that though, she loved being in the water and often fantasized about being some fairy creature, blissfully bathing under an enchanted moonlit waterfall somewhere in the woods. She often got lost in her imagination like that and would sometimes spend an hour or more just standing in the tub pretending to be anywhere but there. She bobbed her head back & forth and used the soap as a microphone while serenading the rusty old shower head on the wall with her raspy vocals and nude performance. She knew she was not much of a singer, but that didn't stop her from singing at the top of her lungs when she thought no one was around. By this point her long locks of black hair had become a tangled mass of soapsuds and bubbles that started to leak down her long eyelashes and eventually into her large brown eyes. She painstakingly tried to wipe the soap from her eyes while fiddling around the sudsy smooth tiles of the wall to find the shower knob. Had it not been for the metal guard rail on the shower wall her Grandpa installed earlier that year, Asya would have slipped on all that soap and surely bust her ass in the shower by now.
By Amore Massages 4 years ago in Fiction
A Tale for Tarragon
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley…”, my mother would say just before she recounted the tale of our former home in the Ashlynn hills of Tarragon. I was just a small child in those days when she and my father tried to flee the fire that came from the mountains in the West. My father managed to save my mom and I from the flames, but a wooden beam from the roof ended up falling on top of him as he reentered our house to save whatever he could of our remaining possessions. The blaze grew so wildly and quickly that we didn’t have time to recover him before the flames engulfed his already lifeless body. Something terrible had been burned and branded into my mother’s mind in that second and it haunted her memories from that moment on forward. Whenever she’d tell the story of that dreadful day, her face would always portray a deep longing to forget what had happened, but she couldn’t stop thinking about my father and all that we had lost. The only way we’d really communicate was through her stories, she lived through her stories as they seemed to be the only thing that brought her true solace. Her reality had become too much for her to handle it seemed and she eventually succumbed to the burden of its weight.
By Amore Massages 4 years ago in Fiction
Aurora's Light
I wonder if Mom can see the sun where she is now..." Aurora wondered as she gazed up into the thick, dark clouds that blanketed the evening sky. She remembered that there used to be orange and purple-blue undertones when the sun set just years ago. But now, the sky stayed only a stale shade of gray morning until night, dusk until dawn, and day to day; the world had been unfortunately thrown into an eternal night where the Moon no longer shown bright but only waxed in and out briefly from behind thick rows of aluminum-laced clouds. It almost looked like the moon had been arrested and placed behind bars of Man's making, the man in the moon had been reduced to an inmate of the new sky.
By Amore Massages 5 years ago in Futurism
