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Stealing The Night

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Introduction: These days you need to watch what people want from you.

The beautiful girl dressed in bright colors sat near her painted wagon under the full moon humming an old gypsy tune. It was a quiet night by the lake the weather was clear and all was peaceful.

Her humming grew louder as she got to her feet dancing hypnotically to the strange tune. The man in the moon got curious and moved closer to watch.

A log exploded in the campfire sending up bright embers illuminating her loveliness. The man in the moon approved. The stars were also drawn to her charms crowding together to see her better.

The moon attempted to outshine these stars showing his displeasure at sharing her as the other curious planets and heavenly bodies drew near. There was a static electricity in the air as sheets of glowing northern lights moved through the charged sky.

Suddenly, the girl began to sing a wordless song her voice alluring and soothing. She danced slowly, almost sexual as she spun around and around. The moon’s surprised face quickly turned to rapture as he glowed happily. He wanted, no, needed more.

Hearing her song the stars answered by shining their brightest vying for attention as the planets moved closer to see. The whole sky was alive with heavenly bodies gathering and crowding over her tiny campfire.

Her cart-horse was tied to the wagon watching with stars in its eyes. Being a horse, it didn’t have many unique thoughts on this night but did believe that something was very different with the sky.

The sky had never been like this! The darkness of the night washed away by the light of the sun reflected more times to count. Combined, it was a dazzling light.

Bare-footed in the soft sand the girl ended her song bending down to pick up an ancient ornate bottle she had hidden behind a rock. Pulling the gemstone stopper she said a few words in an ancient tongue. In moments, the whole sky was empty as she ended the spell sealing the bottle.

The moon, stars, planets-everything in the night heavens were pulled into the enchanted bottle and collected. The surrounding woodlands and lake shrunk with fear after witnessing the evil magic.

The girl smiled in the resulting darkness revealing a missing front tooth and set the bottle aside preparing to break camp. As she busied herself she could see the colors flashing inside.

She hitched her horse to the colorful wagon that was her home ready to depart. The girl carefully checked the bottle, labeling it and storing it in a wooden crate with the others.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014, rewritten 2018

I like to write about images. You can get so much from one picture whether you write about the whole image, a part of it, a shape or color in it, or whatever your muse sees, I think it’s always interesting. If I can’t get a story out of a picture I will write a poem. This ditty was written about this image and I find so many to use from Google image searches.

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The Changeling

wanda[4]

Introduction: Just when you think you know someone they go and change on you.

Her whole arm was throbbing painfully. Wincing, she pulled up the sleeve of her light sweater and it certainly looked worse than it had this morning. Shaking her head in irritation she abruptly stood up from the table spilling coffee from her overfilled mug. She watched as a dark brown ring soaked into the freshly laundered tablecloth.

“Making a mess in my kitchen again Lisa?” cried her sister as she swept into the room clearing the mess on the table.

“Oh, well no, I got scratched by that cat next door when I chased it out of our yard and now I think it’s getting infected,” she said as she picked at the wound. “That old bitty next door told me her cat had its shots but I don’t believe the ugly old witch!”

“How can you know anything about her? She just moved in and seems nice enough,” Cindi said as she dabbed at the offending ring.

Lisa half-heartedly listened to her sister as she stared out of the window. She was compelled to look. There was a bird outside and she found it fascinating! She watched it take off and blurted out, “It’s getting away!”

Cindi turned to look at her sister with surprise, “What did you just say?”

Lisa was standing at the window at rapt attention. Cindi frowned, something was going on with her sister and she was going to find out what. Before she could ask any more questions Lisa ran to the back door muttering to herself with excitement and left the kitchen leaving the door wide open.

Cindi ran after her calling out, “Lisa Marie this isn’t funny you better stop it now! What’s got into you today?”

She didn’t know what was wrong with her sister but she knew Lisa wasn’t in her right mind because Lisa didn’t like to get dirty nor did she like nature much. Her tastes ran to men and more men, and expensive shoes.

Lisa’s arm wasn’t hurting anymore and she felt stronger than she ever had before. What was this incredible feeling? She looked down and noticed she had kicked off her shoes and lost them. She should be worried about those shoes they had cost a lot.

She ran after the bird for a block but it doubled back and landed in a tree in her next door neighbors yard. She had to catch that bird and moved slowly towards the tree.

Cindi pulled up short when she caught sight of her sister in the neighbor’s backyard on her hands and knees. “What’s wrong with you Lisa, you’re scaring me! You need to get out of that yard and come home. ”

When she was closer she stopped in her tracks shocked at what she saw, “Why, Lisa just look at yourself!”

Lisa wondered just who this strange lady was and what she wanted from her. She heard a twig snap and turned her head back to the tree just as the bird chirped and took off. She lowered her tail and before she turned to face the lady blackness enveloped her.

“Making a mess in my kitchen again Lisa?” Cindi said cheerfully as she leaned over the large orange tabby cat and petted her head.

She wiped up some milk that had spilled on the floor and admired her handy work. Lisa Marie thanked her with a loud, “Meow!”

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

This came to me as soon as I saw the artwork. This was a poetry prompt that I wrote this story for instead. I based this on my old neighborhood growing up in Indiana and a mysterious neighbor that lived across the alley from us that was sorta like a witch with no kids.

Hot As Hell

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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

I hope some of you laughed.

That is Liz Taylor in this photograph (which I animated) that inspired me to write this story. She’s wearing a sun-top, not a bra it’s a famous picture of her.