|Fantasy's Water (standard:fantasy, 809 words)|
|Author: Charlotte D'Espoir||Added: Jul 16 2003||Views/Reads: 1732/952||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A woman, growing older, clinging to a fantasy. Is it real? Does it matter?|
It was bright out, the sun had just rose and the birds were waking up. I stood at the edge of the forest staring into it's depths. It looked like a normal forest but I knew better, and I walked into the forest, aware that as I entered it, it seemed that everything quieted. With my hands clenched into fists, I took a deep breath without pausing and walked on. Knowing that if I paused at all on my journey, I might just not make it. Climbing over roots and giant boulders, I made my way through, following signs that only I could see, my internal roadmap identifying certain trees and fallen logs. This forest sat at the edge of a mountain and it was full of towering pines in the entrance but a few meters into it it became dense with trees i did not know the name of, with roots riddling the ground little little archways i myself could crawl through if i got on my hands and knees. And then there were the boulders. Great giant obstructions that stood always it seemed wedged between two massive trunks, and I was forced to climb over them. Half of them were round and smooth and impossible to climb while the other half were badly cracked and falling apart, trecherous and held within their depths snakes and such. About an hour into my travel I came across the lake. I peered into it's bottomless depths only to come face to face with darkness. No reflection was ever cast upon these waters. Slowly, I made my way to the other side of the lake and dipped my hands into it. As if to parch my thirst I drank deeply of the water. I had been doing this for years. I had found this lake some time ago, after a hike and had come back continuously over time. Quietly, I lay back and stared up at the canopy above my head, My bright purple sundress slghtly rippling in the soft wind. I watched the trees sway and the leaves dance above me and smiled. Soon all was quiet and no breeze passed through this place, but still the leaves danced. Unseen magic flew through the air and everything swirled around me into a different forest, with a similar lake. The green was different, the trees a different sort. Their bark was a pale golden glow. I called out into this new land. I called out a name I had learned from my heart. Tojerhii. And on the winds, a reply came, my Safarraji. A swirl of blue sand appeared and settled, standing in the middle was a man. He was very tan and had dark flowing hair. I stared into his dark eyes and I went to him. He was dressed in an outfit similar to an Arab I suppose. And I, in my violet sundress, I smiled. We embraced and our eyes met. Two world's colliding. I could feel our love for each other so strong. It flowed between us as a fire, ever burning with desire. We kissed fiercely and soon our urgent kisses slowed but were mixed with a passion so strong the earth seemed to quake below us. He lowered me to the soft earth below me and pressed against me. My breath quickening, my eyes closing, my body reacting. He ran his hands all over me and I arched my back. I must have cried out for him, for he chuckled and sweetly whispered in my ear 'in a moment'. His lips found my throat and I wrapped my legs around him, my dress hiking up. He continued to nibbled on my neck and I tore at his shirt, releasing a moan when my hungry fingers finally made contact with his smooth chest. I ran my finger's over him, raking my nails across his nipples. He managed to remove his pants and I took the opportunity of his position to take his nipples into my mouth. He slid his fingers up my dress and pushed me back down. Alright, he moaned, now. We made love and as he took me I cried out his name into the warm air, and as it ended, he whispered mine. As we lay on the grassy floor, entwined in each other's arms I felt at peace. We chatted about our days and what the other had missed. As the sun set, we resettled our clothes and he hurried me to the water's edge. But, before I drank, he lifted my chin and spoke, I shall wait for you, my love, I will always wait for you, soon you will be able to join me. Soon. As I drank of the dark waters, this thought gave me hope. As the liquid, still cool, flowed through my body, my golden flowing hair grew gray, and my twinkling blue eyes wrinkled around the edges, my body slowed and my hands trembled. I was back in my forest. Slowly I made my way back to my home through the darkness. I entered the cottage, and was greeted by Amelia. Dear sweet Amelia. She looked at me with worry and spoke; mum, you're too old to be Click here to read the rest of this story (28 more lines)
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