Amylian
11-07-2008, 03:40 PM
Hello there,
Well, since I've been extremely bored lately I decided to write this short story. The events are the ones who created themselves, not me.....
"Godman"
"At the sea look my love," she happily demanded as the whisper of wind gently flattered her black smooth hair and tickled her nipples, encouraging them to grow bigger as she shivered momentarily. "The ships are coming towards us. Behold, your grandfather is on board with them waving at us, smiling." She danced around. Her soft hips lingered in his mind.
"Let us go inside and make love," he said with a hesitant tone of someone who is lustful and craving for sex. "Let me swim inside you, press you hard, and pierce into you so utopia would be born and then prevail."
"Behold," as if not listening, she said with glowing eyes, fixed only at the salty sea. "See that ships over there loading fish. Smell the breeze of your ancestors. Hear their callings and taste their wisdom."
"I see no ships and breeze in this foul yellow-clouded soil. The smokes distort the eyes and swindle my nose."
"Behold the spirit over there," ignoring him completely, she beckoned at the far north where nothing could be seen except the endless semi-blue sea. No one was near the coast so he got a hold of the chance and unclothed her underwares gently and she did not move an inch, she just looked at him with brightening eyes. The soft flesh of her backside inflamed fires inside his chest and when he touched it, she did not mind and looked back at him, then averting her face towards the sea, said, "Behold, the sea of our old selves that we betrayed." She seemed to him like a preacher in a mosque. His hands were glued on her round, soft, and gentle backside. The tension rose high so he stripped her top clothes and her bra until she was completely naked on the shore. She said nothing. He hardened his fingers and put two fingers inside her vagina. She just uttered the word "Ahh" feeling almost nothing.
"Behold, the clashing waves of the sea, crawling, screaming for anyone to understand its pain." Looking down her naked body, she realized her situation and vigorously slapped him. Turning red his cheeks and blood came out of his nose, he stopped not.
"Bear my children of tomorrow; let them thrive in a world without pain; let them steal what we have not, and ship themselves in the sea of recognition." His rigid fingers still inside, she rebuked him, "If tomorrow is born by you, then wars, sweat, money, tears, will not end. You will steal what they already have and ship those who seek peace in the sea of ignorance." She pushed him back. His finger, while being pulled out of her, sensed an inflaming purity. They were soaked with blood. Underneath her feet was a pool of blood streaming from the source going all the way through her legs down to the ground. In pain, she shouted at him, "This blood you see has bore you and yet you desecrate it."
He followed where the blood was flowing until it reached a graveyard and went down a grave, his great grandfather's grave. He faced ahead to look at her, but she disappeared. Soundless rain showered and cloud prevented the eye of god from looking down.
"Behold," an invisible voice he heard, "the land and the sand that we created, is it not an exquisite sight? You are to become part of it someday, do you not ever forget that you belong here, that your destiny demands it. Ignore the sea not, and learn its way or it will consume you for the sea is you; do not flinch from who you are. "
"Behold," he heard her flowering voice again, he looked up, and saw her in front of him, naked, "the purity of the light of fate." The clouds were defeated and ran away.
She beckoned, he walked slowly towards her but could not lay a finger on her; she vanished in thin air. He realized his situation and froze in his place. He looked right, a mass of dead people crept in his visual reality, and looked left, old men with their fishing equipments (Heeza) were dead and their eyes were taken out. He looked up above, he saw God smiling at him sarcastically saying to him, "To you, I dedicate these scenes."
The End
Well, since I've been extremely bored lately I decided to write this short story. The events are the ones who created themselves, not me.....
"Godman"
"At the sea look my love," she happily demanded as the whisper of wind gently flattered her black smooth hair and tickled her nipples, encouraging them to grow bigger as she shivered momentarily. "The ships are coming towards us. Behold, your grandfather is on board with them waving at us, smiling." She danced around. Her soft hips lingered in his mind.
"Let us go inside and make love," he said with a hesitant tone of someone who is lustful and craving for sex. "Let me swim inside you, press you hard, and pierce into you so utopia would be born and then prevail."
"Behold," as if not listening, she said with glowing eyes, fixed only at the salty sea. "See that ships over there loading fish. Smell the breeze of your ancestors. Hear their callings and taste their wisdom."
"I see no ships and breeze in this foul yellow-clouded soil. The smokes distort the eyes and swindle my nose."
"Behold the spirit over there," ignoring him completely, she beckoned at the far north where nothing could be seen except the endless semi-blue sea. No one was near the coast so he got a hold of the chance and unclothed her underwares gently and she did not move an inch, she just looked at him with brightening eyes. The soft flesh of her backside inflamed fires inside his chest and when he touched it, she did not mind and looked back at him, then averting her face towards the sea, said, "Behold, the sea of our old selves that we betrayed." She seemed to him like a preacher in a mosque. His hands were glued on her round, soft, and gentle backside. The tension rose high so he stripped her top clothes and her bra until she was completely naked on the shore. She said nothing. He hardened his fingers and put two fingers inside her vagina. She just uttered the word "Ahh" feeling almost nothing.
"Behold, the clashing waves of the sea, crawling, screaming for anyone to understand its pain." Looking down her naked body, she realized her situation and vigorously slapped him. Turning red his cheeks and blood came out of his nose, he stopped not.
"Bear my children of tomorrow; let them thrive in a world without pain; let them steal what we have not, and ship themselves in the sea of recognition." His rigid fingers still inside, she rebuked him, "If tomorrow is born by you, then wars, sweat, money, tears, will not end. You will steal what they already have and ship those who seek peace in the sea of ignorance." She pushed him back. His finger, while being pulled out of her, sensed an inflaming purity. They were soaked with blood. Underneath her feet was a pool of blood streaming from the source going all the way through her legs down to the ground. In pain, she shouted at him, "This blood you see has bore you and yet you desecrate it."
He followed where the blood was flowing until it reached a graveyard and went down a grave, his great grandfather's grave. He faced ahead to look at her, but she disappeared. Soundless rain showered and cloud prevented the eye of god from looking down.
"Behold," an invisible voice he heard, "the land and the sand that we created, is it not an exquisite sight? You are to become part of it someday, do you not ever forget that you belong here, that your destiny demands it. Ignore the sea not, and learn its way or it will consume you for the sea is you; do not flinch from who you are. "
"Behold," he heard her flowering voice again, he looked up, and saw her in front of him, naked, "the purity of the light of fate." The clouds were defeated and ran away.
She beckoned, he walked slowly towards her but could not lay a finger on her; she vanished in thin air. He realized his situation and froze in his place. He looked right, a mass of dead people crept in his visual reality, and looked left, old men with their fishing equipments (Heeza) were dead and their eyes were taken out. He looked up above, he saw God smiling at him sarcastically saying to him, "To you, I dedicate these scenes."
The End