Sai Marie Johnson
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A multi-genre author, poet, creative&creator. Resident of Oregon; where the flora, fauna, action & adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit inspire, "Tantalizing, titillating and temptingly twisted" tales.
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Princess of One Heart
In their land, though dubbed the Isle of the Ice, grew broad emerald meadows filled with beautiful white flowers and blades of grass so tall one could simply kneel and be hidden in an instant. This particular Spring day two beautiful young girls frolicked about, laughing and joking as they soaked up the golden rays of sun. Two sweet sisters, the older girl being a platinum blonde with just a dash of redness to her otherwise golden locks; called Natalya, firstborn princess of The Arefyev clan. The younger of the two was a strawberry blonde beauty with eyes that pierced to the soul as crystal clear blue as the melting ice as it gave birth to pools from the perishing snow; Lidiya. Both the beloved princesses of the valiant King Eric Arefyev and Queen Rhiannon Jorgenson. The two girls were raised when the songs of Beowulf could be well heard around a campfire and the tales of magic in the night were their preferred entertainment. For their people, blood and honor were two things that knew went hand in hand. These were dark times but with Natalya and Lidiya being princesses of the notorious King Arefyev they never had cause to fear. The legends boasted of King Eric’s ability to wield a claymore like it were nothing more than a feather in the wind, and his ability to lead men into battle made the sacking of the city by city no challenge for the king and so the Queen held no reservations on what the two girls were allowed to, provided they stayed within a reasonable distance of the camp. Years and years passed with Natalya and Lidiya playing in the meadows such that it became a usual occurrence and the other villagers soon became accustomed to it. Though they were indeed a rough, and nomadic people they kept to themselves, except when they needed something, or in the event that King Eric highly desired something. There was one thing for certain, though valiant, King Eric was also ruthless and if he settled an eye on something he wanted, he took it and there was not a soul or thing that would stop him. For years King Eric protected his daughters but as Natalya grew older and her body began to morph into the ripe curves of a young woman, King Eric began to ponder upon dowries and clans to whom he could tie himself via the proper marriage of his eldest daughter. This meant Natalya would soon have to cease her childish behaviors and play in the meadows with her younger sister. Indeed, Natalya had been blessed with hips perfect for delivering sons, as Queen Rhiannon fondly stated. Lidiya, being only three years younger than her sister, had long feared this day and hoped her father wouldn’t notice that Natalya was growing into the perfect bride-to-be because for her sister to marry meant she would be alone with no one to turn to in her worst of moments. Albeit, Lidiya was a little less adventurous, and much more interested in becoming a wife and mother one day, she still felt some reservations about losing her sister to another clan. She enjoyed playing with her sister in the forest, but she also knew she had to learn to cook and provide for a husband in need one day but it had been Natalya who taught her most, if not everything, she knew. After all, it had been Natalya who was often distracting her to get them both into trouble by pressuring Lidiya to abandon chores in favor of playing in the meadows. But, she also made up for that by coming to Lidiya’s aid at every beck and call. And she was certain that Natalya’s epic and soulful eyes played a part in pulling at her heart strings. Each time she debated, Natalya seemed to have eyes that grew to the size of a large coin with fake tears brimming in the corners. It was amazing how well Natalya could guilt Lidiya into being her companion in anything but Lidiya had a soft spot for her and she wanted nothing more than to be accepted in her eyes. If only the two girls had any clue what was going to happen to them the day they chose to enter an open meadow in the midst of spring. If only they had known a rival tribe had camped in their woods then maybe Lidiya wouldn't have been lost to her family that day. Fate had something else in store though, and by the end of the night, Lidiya's commitment to companionship with Natalya would be compromised in ways neither girl could ever expect.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
A Few Ways to Honor Rest
I will not deny that I am a person who has long been considered a night owl. This might be due to having a baby in my early adulthood and growing accustomed to being up late with my child and later learning to relish the quiet time offered by my children being asleep.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Psyche
Whispers Through the Family
Prologue I had been privileged by being born DeLanie DeCozzori, and I had also been protected. As the firstborn daughter of Francisco DeCozzori, I had recently been disengaged to a doctor from Florence, Italia whom my father seemed to delight in, but after finding the mass assortment of photos on his hard drive, I was certain getting out from under that bullet was probably a blessing in disguise. My eyes slid down to my fingertips as I looked over my fresh manicure. I sighed as I listened to the Priest going through the motions. The fact that Michael DelSantiago had wound up dead was certainly no surprise, but I wasn’t going to let on that I knew that. With my mother to my left and my eldest brother to the right, I sat in silence as the Priest continued his speech,
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Just a Little Fib
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This particular story is meant to be one for flash fiction, and the original word count needed to be under 500 words. Vocal, however, has a 600-word minimum requirement to share any piece and so I decided to write this small passage giving some explanation behind my idea for Just a Little Fib.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Arising to the Top
There was a bustle; though it was mid-December, and the slush of the wintry mix had begun to accumulate in its glistening majesty. Not for long though. Never long, for the pristine beauty of the white landscape was something that would soon enough be tainted by the ruts of tires and mud as it slung to and fro to clutter the gutters with the scum remnants of what had once been an untouched blanket of beautiful possibility. Within this flurry, a beautiful young woman with skin the color of light sandstone and emerald eyes, called Arisela, strode down the sidewalk of Seattle with a curious grin planted upon her rosy lips. Seemingly the sun was radiated down upon her with golden tendrils that spread out across her body; clad in a dark-colored downy jacket with pleats and round buttons, which made it difficult for the shape of her welcoming body as it was covered in such a modest jacket. And yet a ribbony shimmering brightness like that of the wintry sea in the gulf seemed to shimmer like lapis lazuli with glimmering luminescence within her dual-colored eyes.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Filthy
Tears of Joyous Creation
Part One: In the beginning, there was a great expanse of blank space within the heavens, and the king of the gods found himself quite lonely. It was within this solitude that he birthed an idea to create for himself beings, which were smaller than he, but just as magnificent. The sentiment within his heart at this idea caused a sensation he had never felt before and so Echiel, the king of the elven gods, was the first to express such of the entire heavenly host. Only five tears were shed, but each tear was different than the one preceding it. The first tear was clear blue, and could easily be identified as the natural tear that humans are known to release when they experience an emotional catalyst. It was his five tears that brought the very existence of Valisa, and her peoples to life. That first tear brought forth the waters that would eventually be shaping into the seas that surrounded the entirety of the country. The second tear was a single drop of mud that would later become the earth, and landmasses of the elven utopia known as Valisa.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Disappearance of the Oracle Daughter
On a bright and sunny day in the middle of June, the youngest of the Tamira Twins was born and she was called Essence Solstyce Tamira. At the time of Essence’s birth, it was noted that she had distinct tribal markings which ran the from the nape of her neck down her spine until meeting their end at the swell of her back. These tell-tale markings were a sign from the gods that Essence was born with a purpose that made her special. A gift that few elves in Tamira had ever been blessed with. The markings were easily recognized as those of an Oracle, a rare elf who could prophesy, and foretell the future.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
History Mustn't Repeat Itself
Delaehla: Imogen Simone Boehm was born on April 12th 1929, the German child had been the first, and only daughter to the Maximilian Theodore Degen, however she was the illegitimate bastard of a love affair with an actress named Magdalene Bianca Boehm, a famous German opera singer during the height of the Third Reich. Imogen's father was a renown scientist who was a part of the esteemed Deutsche Physik scientists. Imogen lived a tumultuous existence, and the girl often had to remain hidden from her mother's countless suitors, and sordid love affairs. It was with some degree of luck that at age 13 her mother happened upon one gentlemen who found that the young Imogen was quite the pretty young lady, and could soon follow in her mother's footsteps. Magdalene, however, was a slightly unstable woman mentally whom had come to rely heavily upon methamphetamines, and Russian Vodka. Upon hearing that her daughter might be on the up-and-coming she grew very envious and began shouting accusations, and insinuations at Imogen. It was her belief that girl must be trying to win over or steal away her attentions. Magdalene was a notoriously vain woman, and insanely jealous when need be. Even towards her own daughters.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Seminole Wind
The Seminole tribe was not unlike any of the other Native American tribes that had been driven out under the sheer force of the United States Army, but what set them apart was their will to face anything even the things, which most people would be appalled by. Menewah, had been the second son to the chief of their people, but this gave him less responsibility towards the governing, and more towards the fighting, and hunting aspects of which were needed for their small community. The young brave had never really desired to lead the village as he watched his father’s battle scarred face become etched in worry lines. The old man’s eyes had yellowed, and his skin appeared like leather from the sun’s unrelenting rays beating down on it.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Soul Swallower
Noemi awoke to the sounds of thunder, lightning flashing through the tiny window pane caused a shadow of the bars upon it to cast a inky shadow upon the simple bleached tiles of the room she slept in. Young, and scared she called out for her Mother, her need to be comforted high within her. No one came, instead the small child known as Case Study 10014-02a blinked back her tears as shivers ran up her spine.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Into Obscurity
Since the dawn of time the Unseelie Court had a council set up in order to prevent any of their darker fae kind from spooking any humans to the point of retaliation. VELEBREZZA was one of a set of twins who were in line to become the next of the Morrigan line to fill a seat on the council, but only one of them could become a council member.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
