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Hot As Hell

Hot As Hell

Introduction: To assume something can make an ass out of u and me but expectations can truly be hell.

It was hot as hell! Driving through this damn desert for my book signing near Los Vegas wasn’t my idea but it had to be done. The date had been booked by my manager for months in advance and my loyal fans would be waiting.

There was nothing to see but scrub plants, sand, and more sand. I had the air conditioning on high and wasn’t feeling it. I tweaked the nob getting nothing hearing a noise that sounded bad.

Belching steam and lurching like a drunk my overheated car came to a stop under the relentless sun. I tried to restart it but it was dead. I exited the only protection I had against the hell outside only to fill my lungs with hot air.

I looked around me half expecting the devil to make an appearance. The sand went on forever in the shimmering heat. There was no oasis like in the movies I was stuck in the middle of nowhere and I was going to be late!

I got out my trusty cell phone only to find no service. I searched my car finding nothing but an empty water bottle and a quarter. I expected lunch at the book signing event. My stomach was complaining already.

Nothing to do but start walking. I wasn’t on a highway I was on a backroad and it was deserted. There was no traffic whatsoever not even a tumbleweed crossed my path.

My throat was parched and after a few miles, I felt dizzy and nauseated. I didn’t see one house or farm along this hot dusty road.  I sat down next to a barbwire fence that went nowhere for a rest and passed out.

Waking up it was near sunset. It still hadn’t cooled off after all of that time and no cars had passed me. I checked my cell phone and it was still without service. I was starving with a hell of a thirst but at least I felt a little better.

Then I saw her! She was strikingly beautiful, not unlike an angel as I gawked at her wondering where she came from. There were no signs of any transportation or buildings nearby.

Her makeup was perfect, she wore a skimpy sun top and blue jeans that fit her shapely body like it was painted on her. Her violet-purple eyes were bright and inviting as she looked at me but said nothing. Her look was inviting me to join her I stumbled to my feet.

It was odd she had a rope she was spinning around and around. First, it spun around her and then not. She was very good with it doing tricks like a cowgirl. As I got close she quickly threw it around me.

I felt as if under a spell as she talked to me with her eyes. They had a glow to them I’d never seen before. So, so, beautiful I forgot the heat, my thirst, my car and my predicament.

She started dancing with and around me the rope moving about as she circled. I had no idea who she was but could care less about asking. I never felt more captivated by a woman. Maybe I could get away but did I want to?

Embers rose from the large fire nearby filling the sky. Surely the fire was there before and I had missed it. Physically I felt wonderful on top of the world! There were a million stars on this moonless night but I only had eyes for her.

Suddenly, she dropped the rope and kissed me passionately. The kiss made me muzzy I was a goner. Her hands were all over my body at once. She couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough ripping my shirt. I could care less.

Now both of us naked we sank down in the sand where only the sky bore witness. I was eager to have her and she was ready for me not making a sound.

Her fingernails raked my back as I entered her deeply. It felt like nothing I’ve ever had before when suddenly I saw bright lights as a horrible pain raged through my back. Panic gripped me, the cuts felt deep; to the bone!

She rolled us over getting on top and fucking me with wild abandon. I was bleeding profusely and in no time we were covered in my hot sticky blood!

The pain was horrible my flesh was being ripped off in pieces and it’s then I heard her. Her terrible laughter was echoing off of the distant canyon walls.

She sat up on me smiling down with white pointed teeth as her tongue flashed snake-like from her hideous gaping mouth. Her eyes were yellow and her breasts and naked body had been slashed with satan’s great claws.

That repulsive creature finally stepped off of me as the devil himself showed up. Thankfully, I passed out but my last thought rang clear as a bell.

I had expected the devil to make an appearance.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

That is Liz Taylor in this photograph (which I animated) that inspired me to write this story.

Without Wings

Without Wings

Introduction: We don’t always get what we want but existence has a way of surprising us.

I have done the unthinkable. I have done the one thing that no angel should do! I have fallen in love with a mortal and tried to be with him but they have found out and it’s time for my punishment.

I don’t let out a sound when the other’s strip me of my wings. I hear their music but can’t feel the joy anymore. It was once beautiful to me and even now my body aches for it and my mind wanders as I feel them pulling at me.

I once saw a boy pull the wings off a common housefly; first one wing and then the other as the fly squirmed in his dirty fingers. I watched the tiny carcass become still as the boy smiled, obviously pleased with himself.

I am brought back by another more ominous sound. My wings, now detached and battered fall to the floor with an ungodly racket! I feel my flesh crawl and call out to them but it’s too late. I am alone.

I am bleeding profusely now it won’t be long. I smell the sticky slippery liquid as it pools everywhere. Even now I am healing for this is not the end for me it’s the beginning of a new life. Soon I will be by his side.

Now the lesson begins as I become like him, to live as he does by the fruits of this earthly realm. I will never hear the joyous music of my race or feel the ultimate love of my lord again! No matter! I am in love with a man and now I can have him.

My new emotions feel suffocating and these clothes are confining! The ground is hard and cold under my bare feet. I suddenly felt such an urgent need I can’t quite describe.

In unfamiliar desperation, I run on shaking untested legs to see my lover for the first time as a mortal and now my equal. I remember his muscled body and fine brown hair. Surely he will fill me with new music and happiness when now we meet now.

He is in the fields when I approach with his brown back to the sun. I am blinded for moments until he comes into my full view. Look how he stands there with his arms outstretched as he sees me, but wait!

His face is turning into a hideous mask as I gasp, accompanied by a grotesque organic body. I smell an unfamiliar smell that’s coming from him and he fills me with absolute repulsion as I am taken aback by this change.

Without thinking I prepare for his embrace but quickly grab the knife from his belt stabbing him through the heart. He is still reaching for me and I can see the confusion and pain in his eyes as he slumps to the ground.

I crouch down and gaze at his eyes but still can’t recognize him as he slowly bleeds out into the dirt. I stand up to brush the dirt off and take another look but all I see is a disgusting lump of mortal flesh.

Confused, yet strangely satisfied as I stand there I am confronted by a black robed figure. He motions to me and as I look down I am in a black robe. He hands me a sickle and it feels good in my hands.

I swing it in a wide arch as it glistens and sings to me! It’s a much louder music and I hear the mortal’s heart beats in it and around it. The music and feelings fill me with an even greater joy as I realize I will live forever and I revel in it.

My hearing acute I listen as one heartbeat stands out more; a little louder compared to the rest and I have no doubt about what I must do next. Instinctively, I fly on the wind without wings to seek out that heartbeat and use my beloved sickle, for I am death.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013