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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Kathleen was lost somewhere on her journey for the one thing she desired more than anything in the world. Solitude to write. Here on this beach, the water teasing her face with soft foamy kisses, as drifts of air caught her breaths, she hit the ground, passing out. Her head spinning wildly, and exhaustion taking it's toll, she immediately began to dream. Would she stumble blindly into nightmares, another after another? The angels were bestowing kindness on this surrender to slumber and she began to have the most wonderful dream. There she was, so many hundreds of years ago, on an emerald hill in Ireland. Twirling in the sun, her plush thick, red hair flowing, and her dress spinning in the wind. Flutes and mandolyns, a serenade of passion composed within her. Kathleen was dreaming of a time long ago, knowing she was betrothed, as many were in those days. She waited for him to arrive. The earth was awakening, the sun was warming her skin, causing a crimson blush to match the glow of her heart. A silver mist brushed through the clouds, the dream so exquisite in detail, as fine lace. Soon she would be in his arms. Closing her eyes, within her dream, images came to mind. She knew he would be loving and tender because she had waited only for him. Would he kiss her boldly with fire, parting her lips to taste her sweetness? Would he thread his fingers through her hair, releasing the ribbons to the winds to bury his face there, along her neck and resting between the softness of her welcoming warmth? Wanting and hoping the strings to her heart would soon be unraveled, as places yet to be touched would be discovered by strong, loving hands. Smiling, her skin alive with heat and passion, her lips moist, and her eyes widely searching in every direction, she waited. Breathing, hearing her heart beating frantically, time seemed endlessly cruel. Would her lips be enough, her arms enough? Would she whimper, or cry his name, or whisper in his ear? Would her tongue learn him, explore places she had only envisioned in the treasure chest of her heart? Would she pull him closer and closer, until the earth rose in a soft dewy blanket to enfold them? How would it feel to be so filled with another's love? Someone she had wanted so much to agree to this forbidden rendezous. The ache she felt so strongly was soon to intensify enveloping her with want, a blush formed on her cheeks. Sighing, resting in the possibility of her first love, Kathleen knew it was the same throughout the ages. The rising and falling of her breathing tell the story. She was flying in her dream, soaring to heights only yet imagined., waiting for completion....Waiting, and yet, still alone The feeling of a cold, wet substance awoke her out of this deep sleep. Her lips were bleeding, she was conscious...and afraid. Her dream would pause, for she must find shelter. A storm was rolling in, waves of thunder and gusts of heavy winds. Weak and dazed, she somehow found a particle of strength and began to move...away from the storm. The dream still blooming in her mind...so wonderful. Dismissing it to fantasy, she walked along the beach, her heart racing as she suddenly saw a cabin ahead. Shelter, and perhaps another dream.....or perhaps reality of someone awakening her to love, as she learned how truly wonderful it was to be born a woman. Kathleen |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Very good story! I enjoyed it very much. "It is in our aloneness that we recognize our oneness, even as the single droplet of water knows also that it is the sea."Daniel *Cassie Roseen* |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Excellent story you've written here! Good use of imagery here, it was very easy to picture this woman. I hope to see more of you! Abrahm Simons "...Watching fate as it flows down the path we have chose" - Trent Reznor, "We're in this Together" |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Thank you for your encouragement. I absolutely love to write and I love the use of emotion and imagery. I do my best! Kathleen |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
This is great ! You painted a very vivid picture with your words. |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
i do hope Kathleen found her true love at the cabin...would really seem like a dream come true  ")i think this story tells vivldly how we mortals desire so longingly for that perfect partner in our quest for love ") |
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