No Safe Side to Midnight – Scarier Sequel to earlier Scary Story!

I wrote (for me) a scary story a few months ago. The Safer Side of Midnight. Being Halloween I was persuaded to write a sequel to this story. We left our heroine in a rather precarious situation, happily she manages to get away (that’s another story though). But for this story it’s Midnight and our heroine is …

Scary story, part 2

No Safe Side to Midnight

Was this hell? She couldn’t tell! Things were so unclear, she opened her eyes, only to be horrified by what she saw staring back at her.

the beginning of evil

“Do you see what I see, my pretty one?” He leans in towards her, his words smooth, a sinuous whisper.

She shudders, struggling in a futile attempt to move, trying to look away even as his hands and arms hold her securely. Staring deeply into her lovely green eyes he notices the gathering cloudiness as they fill with fear, dread … and … something more.

“Ah, yes” He thinks. He feels both her fear and her growing desire. He pulls her closer, sighing deeply. His hot breath flays her flesh, while his lips rest gently against her ear.

“I can feel it, you know” he whispers.  “The evil without. The boundaries of your immaculate being contain an evil. Not inside your soul, mind you.” He pauses to laugh. “Not yet anyway!”

He laughs harder. A harsh sound, resonating like echoes from bat wings, flapping in a cave, wakening for a midnight feast. She closes her eyes, he continues to whisper, assaulting her other senses.

“The evil you wear without is of the finest veneer. A covering so paper thin as to have almost no existence.” His tongue savors her taste as he lazily laps an earlobe, pausing once again in contemplation. Her body shivers. He laughs. Playing with her emotions is such a delicious sensation.

“Yes, hardly there at all. This evil laid upon you in a previous life. You were so innocent, more easily tempted then, but it’s still there, your weakness. I feel this exquisite coating, layered upon the exterior of your soul. This ‘oh so slender veneer’ of evil calls you to me as does your purity.”

“Such a heady mixture of both, I can barely contain myself now that I have you, my ‘oh so’ pretty one.” His voice rich, sultry, seductive, playing with the nuance of each whispered word, hypnotic in its intensity of purpose.

the evil within

She feels him staring at her again! Compelling! She opens her eyes. His look, piercing. She tries again to turn away. Her fear, the captured prey of a wild beast. A beast as surely he is, and yet there is a longing – growing deep inside her – a craving, a desire! The fear is real, yet so is the growing need. How to resist? She senses him, can smell his heat and her own, a dampness to her skin, she shakes with the intensity of need, panting …

Waking suddenly, she sits straight up in her bed! Another nightmare. They were becoming more frequent and certainly more realistic.

More than a year since her escape from the cemetery. A lucky thing. The ‘being’ that had first spoken to her had whisked her away from the others. She still wasn’t sure how he’d accomplished this feat. Her body and spirit still badly bruised from the ordeal. He had left her in another part of the woods. His final words were, “I’m saving you for myself, I’ll find you later, after I take care of Him”. She wasn’t sure what sort of creature he was, but grateful for her life, she had made her way home.

And then she moved, far away. Changed her name, did everything she could to leave no trail. Created a new life. The past had stayed in the past until recently – when the dreams began.

What was she going to do now? During daylight hours she had begun to recall previous lives. She remembered the constant running but knew there was something else. But what? She needed to remember in order to protect herself; and even more to the point – why?

Why were they searching for her? Who were they? If it came to that, who was she and what is so special that she can’t remember? And in the meantime – Dear God! She covered her face with her hands. A nightmare when asleep, a nightmare when awake. Too much for any mortal to take, and now she’s beginning  to wonder – is she mortal? She doesn’t know anymore.

Looking through her bedside window she could see it was still dark outside. Did she even dare try to get more sleep? She had been safe during the day, since she moved. But now, he could find her in her dreams. And there were two of them chasing her, the creature from the cemetery and the demon he had summoned. It was all too much. Her memories of the past, her recent memories and now her fear.

What was she going to do?

“Perhaps I can help?” A voice said quietly, from the other side of her bedroom. There was someone there. In her room, sitting in the bedroom chair. Shadowy, indistinct but there, none-the-less …  and she was awake.

No safe side to midnight!

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~ Penny

A Review and a Special Thank You!

Among the first of my blogging friends (we started following each other a little over a year ago) is Stefan (Maxima) and while we live in different countries, neither the distance nor the language has prevented us from being great online friends. From the very beginning I was drawn into the poetic and loving nature of his posts and poems.

The photographs he takes (many are from the roses in his flower garden) are beautiful. His music unique and special. All parts of his blog are produced for the effect of pleasing and entertaining his daily visitors – most especially his poems of love!

Recently Stefan published his first book of love poems. He has put the same care and beautiful sensuality into each page. I encourage you to visit his blog and find out more about his book “Don’t Let Tears Kiss My Face”, click here. Emotionally sensual and vivid, a delight to the mind and eye. Available soon through BookRix to all of those who wish to read and purchase. Congratulations Stefan, well done!

I would like to personally thank Stefan for posting an interview with me, this past Friday, promoting the children’s book, ‘The Shy Butterfly”, written by myself and illustrated by Debbie Edwards.

Your support is greatly appreciated Stefan, I thank you from ~ my heart to yours, dear friend.

~ Penny

I wish you could touch me now …

I am vulnerable because of loving so pure and deeply, my walls of protection cannot keep my desire for you at bay.

and so … I wish you could touch me now. Not my heart, you’ve touched me there too deeply, it’s still bruised and bleeding. But my body still hungers for you.

I need your touch …

I desire the warmth of your caress, the closeness of your body, the physical contact of … you!

I wish you could touch me now …

… even as I understand morning light will illuminate the true reality of our relationship. I know for all your tender caring words, you would be gone and my loving soul will still be bruised … for all your promises said in the moonlight hours of sensual need and gratification. I know all this.

But the longing remains so …

I still wish you could touch me now.

I’ll always have our memories of the night time to sustain me, in daylight hours spent alone, reflecting on why you said one thing and did another. Belittling my efforts instead of supporting them, and yet still I love you. And wish you to be happy.

I am pleased to hear you are where you’ve wanted to be for so long. I am happy for you. Resigned, accepting and aware of some of the hard learned lessons of life, when one exposes one’s soul during love.

But now in these evening hours I dream of you touching me again, filling my sensual needs. Even, as reality has come full circle and comprehension of the cruelty of those who love and those who take in the guise of love, is complete.

Touch me … but let it be only the physical, my bruised soul cannot bear the mockery of a pretense at true love (yours were personal and emotional needs for yourself. I don’t believe you really thought of my needs – perhaps as an afterthought), but my body does respond to your loving body. So in that, there is truth.

I wish you could touch me. I’m prepared now for tomorrow … it hurts, but I understand. With all the love in my heart that I give so freely, I was so sure someone might love me the way I loved them in return … it seems I was mistaken!

~

Most definitely an unrequited love piece here. Not to worry, my next fictional piece is part two of adventure and excitement. Dry your tears and stay tuned for fun! Our fictional young lady in the piece above (p.s.- she’s the one trapped in the tunnel https://thewhyaboutthis.com/2013/07/22/alastairs-photo-fiction-the-tunnel-and-survival/ , although brokenhearted, she’s about to kick some serious a..!) More to come!

~ Penny

penny

Longing … in the night

 
 
by boborsillo
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There is inside
a place in me,
a place I dare not go
the longing … in the night.
*
He must know of my longing,
buried  deep within,
… and my endless, sleepless nights
restless … with desire.
*
There’d been a time he’d ‘known’
reaching out to me,
… Satiating passions need 
Conquering with … his will.
*
Now only nights of emptiness
that once were so divine.
Perfection of the night time
… when safe within his arms,
securely loved, a certainty
within … the night time’s hours.
*
All lost except the craving,
the longing … in the night.
 
~
Penny L Howe, 2013

The Coffee Dreamers

You know who you are.

Go ahead! Have another cup of java. Bring the rim of the coffee cup to your lips and indulge in the delicious, exotic, intoxicating passions of your dreams while sipping on your steaming hot roasted aromatic cup of coffee!

And if I might recomment to you: Click on this link here The Last Brew to savour the same delicious sensation from words and click here The Caffeine Chronicles to fully inhale artistry at its finest. Christina from Recontructing Christina reading two of My Pretzel Logic’s beautiful compositions embracing the love of coffee, as a part of life and love’s rich experiences.

And when you’re done, come and share a cup with me, and perhaps a dream … or two.

Let’s taste the many flavors that enhance our sensual experience with Coffee!

For the dreams of tea drinkers, yours are no less romantic. I embrace your dreams as well, and would love to share flavourful sips with you also.

Dream Delicious Coffee (or tea) Dreams tonight,

~ Penny

A few more coffee loving blog sites to visit:

Baristing

Starbucks Melody

I love Coffee

Sprudge

Fresh Roaster Coffee

Coffee Review

Sensual Verse ~ Of Paradise (part III)

I dwell, exist and feel ~ of paradise.

Can paradise be a feeling, or a state of mind?

Is paradise a place, born outside of time.

When and where, and how you touch

releases me –

a sensual intoxication,

seductive addictive –

your creation or

the spilling of my passion

is this the paradise I feel?

.~

You play me, you know,

an instrument in your hands

made for your touch

it would seem.

But as you stroke and explore

the melody of my pleasure,

it seems my sweet passion

ignites your own.

I shudder with desire

And feel the paradise

I release within you,

as we share together,

these moments lost in dwelling

in the feel of paradise.

~

Penny L Howe, 2013

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And this concludes the trilogy of sensual verse: Perhaps, It Seems and Of Paradise!

I hope you enjoyed!

Penny

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A Sequel ~ It Seems

By request: a passionate continuation of Perhaps

It Seems

Lost in a land where embers never die

I cannot be satiated with need of you

Unquenchable, my thirst.

It seems

when I think on things, I cannot think

I cannot speak, I cannot

do naught

but experience

sensation after sensation.

You

do this to me

it seems,

and I

am filled

with deliciousness,

a wanton desire that women feel.

It seems, my body is yours

it seems, my longing grows

it seems, you know my needs

it seems, you know me so

and I am lost to desire

with my need for you.

It seems

a pleasurable torment!

Satisfy me

please

!