Photo by Heavenly Haven Productions
Model: Luna Lark
the dark days are gone
By Claire LeDoyen
the dark days are gone
we shall live!
spinning and traipsing and grinning
this is summer,
into the light and forward to life,
bursting like light bulbs,
we shall climb your mountains
pick the flowers at the top
and cartwheel down to the
next GREAT ADVENTURE
By Storm DeVille
The trip to Greece was a life long dream, saved for and dwelled on for years. Alix knew if she made it there she would connect to her beliefs, her past, her heart, as she never had before.
The Greek Isles had mystery, history, magick! Just what she needed.
Salt spray bit her flesh seductively as the little boat skimmed the water to take her to her small hotel for the next two weeks.
The looming sprawl of white was not what she was expecting. It was more villa than hotel. She shot the driver a surprised look. "I can't afford that!"
He laughed, dusky face crinkling attractively in the sun. "But you can!" he insisted. "Pretty lady can afford."
Sure enough, this sprawling villa was to be her hotel. She didn't know how or why, but it was a dream come true. White splash against dazzling dark
rock, with a stretch of seductive beach laid out below.
It took no time for her to unpack, get her bearings, and run carelessly down to the sand where she tossed off her shoes and dashed into the water for a swim.
Turquoise waters were so clear, so unreal, she wanted to become a part of them. She laughed to herself. Wasn't it Poseidon who ruled the seas here? What a wonderful god he must be!
She felt a ripple of disconcert and frowned. The sun was godly too, yes? "Yes!" she blurted, wondering why she did that.
Her first day on a Greek Island left her slightly red, burnt and ecstatically happy.
Fresh grilled fish, too much ouzo and several dark eyed handsome men to dance with her rounded out the perfect day.
A beautiful woman watched her with warm curiosity as she let herself unwind in the open air bar. The woman felt oddly familiar.
The following days were spent sightseeing, eating local cuisine and drinking far too much of the local wines. Soon, she was lightly tanned and at ease in a bikini top and white shorts. People she hadn't known a few days ago now called her by name and waved to her wherever she went.
The Temple at Delphi drew her, something luring her like she was magnetized. Funny, she hadn't thought about it since her dedication fifteen years ago. She had almost dedicated herself to Apollo at her ceremony. The memory brought back a smile.
Extreme Dreaming for Beginners
By Elizabeth Kespel
I couldn’t awake and return to my real life, despite the memories which invaded my never-ending dreams: my father presiding over lords at feasts, my mother offering me a doll with emerald eyes, my nurse’s old-milk smell as she hugged me to her breast. Strongest of all was my memory of an old fairy woman whose angry eyes followed me everywhere, turning the dream into a cold nightmare. These images would fade, though, as I shed them like outgrown clothing.
On my right index finger, just beneath the nail, the skin burned with an ember that refused to heal. I couldn’t escape that painful twinge, no matter how many cooling dream cures I concocted.
I lived with that inconvenience, though it reminded with every flex of my hand that I had forgotten my real life, that I was trapped in this dream world. I learned to fly to the limits of my mind’s sky; I dove into lukewarm oceans, swimming downward until the icy water burned my frozen pores and my lungs strained for an intake of breath. Here, fairies didn’t hold a grudge against me just because my parents forgot to invite them to a celebration.
I knew that time passed in the real world when my memories came more frequently, like cattle returning home on mere instinct. Threaded wheels were spun by the angry fairy, whirring whenever I turned my back, only to disappear when I swung around to face them; spindles danced before me, making my finger throb as they thrust towards my dream-perfect flesh like a lustful animal.
And then, one day just like any of the thousands I had slept through, I woke to an infant’s cry. He was tiny, so small I could have held him in one hand. His hungry mouth was clasped around my finger, gums working to find some kind of nourishment. I pinched myself, and my vision cleared, and memories flooded my brain. The child coughed up a small piece of twine, just a sliver, and began to howl in tune with a second babe who rested, red-faced and miniscule, between my bloodied, tender thighs.
Once Upon a Death Wish
By Lore Lleixa
If appealing for a death wish gets me closer to master and away from this part of me that I hope you will never see, then so be it.
For all I want is to scatter you in all of the art forms there are, I want to take you where the light shines against your vacant eyes and your veins that never got a chance to give you life.
Will you ever remember the wish from a simple mortal?
Please just lie close to me, my hands of bone will feel your touch as my soul follows the scent of a sinless paradise.
I give my bleeding heart out for one reason so they can't love you more than me, I want to be part of this sinless perversion 'cause to me you're the twisted masterpiece that guides me through this hell of loveless affection that has me begging on my hands and knees.
I want to meet you again before one of us must go. You will never know what you have done to me, you will never know losing love from me. and you will never know a single day alone.
I am always waiting.