Lauren Davey
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The short Creative stories In which You Will Read Here, All pertain to the Journey of BeLoved, TwinFlames. They Are Inclusive of various concepts of Spirtuality, Tantra and Sacred Sexuality, Amalgamated with a cheeky, mild dose of Erotica.
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Into the Abyss.
Sitting on my kitchen floor, typing into the Google engine of my phone, I recall the first time in which it was affirmed that he could hear me. Not just under the pretence that my phone is tapped, but that he can actually hear me, as though he has somehow turned my phone into a listening device. I was mortified at the time. I yelled at him, “I take my phone to the toilet sometimes, Zabian! For fucks sake! How deep does this go? You must know everything about me. My entire life is at the reach of your fingertips and I know next to nothing about you, aside from that which I learned of you at university!” The radio was on at the time, as it generally was during those days, and the song that which was playing suddenly stops midway, to where the radio presenter says, “Nobody knows your entire life, but you!” The song then commences again. Yup! That was the first real confirmation in which I received that he can most definitely, hear me! Of course, I had my suspicions for a while, but until that moment I was not one hundred percent certain.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
My heart, crumbles into one million tiny little shattered pieces as the walls begin to close in on my inner world. My face, now saturated with the overwhelm of tears that which seem to have no end as the pain hits me like a tonne of bricks, rendering me incapacitated in my ability to control the rawness of emotion that which explodes from within me. My breath, almost non-existent, struggles to operate within the realm of its normality whilst the organic mechanism of my vessel fights for its survival through the initiation of my body’s hyperventilation response. The floor beneath me feels as though it has fallen away, taking with it the entirety of my freedom and all that which I have allowed myself to believe, is the most sacred, divine and beautiful love in which I have known.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Filthy
Into the Abyss.
I cannot believe my ears. “That was definitely not, universal! They just said, my name!” Immediately, any doubts in which I possess about his connection to be able to infiltrate himself into my life in this way, fall away. He is, watching me! I am instantly turned on. I excitedly forage that of my surroundings in search of to where he could possibly be inhabited, so to be able to observe me in this way. However, there is no sign of him anywhere. "How can he see me?" I wonder with reverence. "Ahhh." Alas, I do not even care! If he can see me then this must mean that he is close. Maybe he is a little scared? This situation is out of this world to say the very least. I presume that he would not be here initiating this, if he was not ready to talk to me, though? And so, I jump back into that of my vehicle and choose to continue to wait for him to approach me. Maybe he just needs a little bit of time and space to prepare himself to converse with me about all that which has unfolded? I can only imagine the affect that which our circumstance is having on him and my heart sequentially, extends to that of his.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
Pulling off of the road to check my phone, I realise that I have very little battery left. “Great. I am lost and I have no means of direction if my phone dies!” The tears begin to flow, streaming down that of my face like droplets of rain would if it were to wash over the surface of glass. My mind races, navigating the spectrum of my comprehensive awareness in an attempt to find a rational meaning of that which has just unfolded, but only becoming further acquainted with its inability to make any sort of sense of the situation. “What the fuck am I going to do?” According to my maps, the nearest town is only ten minutes away. I decide to head there in the hopes that I may find a service station that which sells phone chargers.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
My head, as light as a feather, takes on a journey of its own as my neck struggles to continue to hold it sturdily in one place. My eyes, slightly roll backwards into that of my eye sockets, whilst the energy emanates outwards and permeates my auric field in its absolute entirety. My breath, expands and extends with every rush, inviting that of my awareness to seep deeper into my altered state. The intensity grows more profound whilst the sensation of pure liquid ecstasy, begins to ascend throughout that of my being as I allow the divinity of the moment to orchestrate the experience as it unfolds.
By Lauren Davey4 years ago in Fiction
