Vampire Bites Blog Hop: Fatal Love

Edvard Munch, The Vampire

"Don't go," Savina whispers into Edvard's ear.  "I need you so desperately tonight," licking her lips seductively.

"I must go, my love.  I am due back by midnight or they will notice I am gone," pleads Edvard.

"I suppose, if you must go.  I was just hoping that you could keep me company, just a little longer still," Savina charmingly implores him.

"I guess a few moments will not matter," Edvard succumbing to her whimpers.  

Savina welcomes him with open arms and as Edvard lays his head on her breast, she lovingly and voraciously pierces his throat with her incisors.  

Drabble- n. a story told in exactly 100 words.

This is part of the Vampire Bloghop hosted by Jolie Du Pre.  Please visit the other participating blogs:

This is a Blog Hop!

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1. Precious Monsters	2. Zach Sweets (Author of Zombie Rain)	3. Writing Off the Edge
4. Madness & Joy	5. Hidden Behind the Shadows	6. Her Raven Domain: Author Christine Frosts Blog
7. Object+Desire: Lou Harpers Blog	8. Days with the Undead	9. Some Dark Romantic
10. Ciaran Dwynvil	11. Jades Bound by Blood Blog	12. Full Moon Dreaming
13. Vanessa Morgan	14. Shaggin the Muse	15. Cias Stories
16. Avalon	17. Thrift Shop Commando - chomp chomp chomp	18. The Other Side
19. Gamers & Grognards	20. Thardrandian Thoughts	21. Write Here, Write Now
22. Love is a Many Flavored Thing	23. Ponderings, Politics and Prose	24. Entertaining Interests
25. Sweet On Geek	26. Jason and Tara Argue About Movies	27. Bouquet of Books
28. C. M. Brown (INT)	29. Bronx Tales & Inner Musings	30. Defending The Pen
31. breakthrough Blogs	32. Halls of the Nephilim	33. Jordan K. Rose Blog
34. Indiscriminate Writes	35. Colette Saucier	36. Catherine Green Author
37. Mina Burrows	38. Ill Blog When Im Dead	39. Fantasy Boys XXX
40. Tashas Thinkings	41. Faith McKay	42. jamesdorrwriter
43. In Between	44. Writers Block	45. Shah Whartons WordsinSync
46. Angelica Dawson	47. Back Porchervations	48. Overly Verbose
49. E. A. Black	50. Elizabeth Black

Just Love

Sometimes, I really do not like you.  There are times when your obnoxious behavior is absolutely cannot be condoned.  The snide remarks, lack of anger management and use of profanity is unacceptable.  As a child, you were sweet, loving, optimistic and open-minded.  As an adult, for lack of better words, you really suck.  Not once did you come see me when I was sick in the hospital.  But you made sure to stop by on payday, didn't you! However, you are my blood and I love you unconditionally.  I will bail you out this time, if only just for love.

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Two Old Friends

Image courtesy of Aleatha Ingleton.

We sure had a wonderful life together.

Those walks in the park.

The kids playing in the backyard.

The trips we took.

Holding hands.

The new adventures.

Plus, everything in between.

Here we are.

We're like old goats staring at a river.

We saw it a hundred times.

Always felt like the first time, though.

We sure had some good times.

There were bad times too.

The arguments.

The screaming.

Gambling and drinking.

Yet, here we are.

Still together.

Even though you moved on.

I miss you.

You just wait for me.

I'll be there soon.

But, here we are.

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The Library

There is nothing like the smell of the library. I remember as a child, the excitement when returning a book. Everything looked and felt larger than life. My shoes would click clack against the marble floors. I would caress the spines of the books on the shelves. The best part of the library was the stacks. I could spend all day, in a little nook, reading a book.

It is so sad that as an adult, I never have time to visit the library. Now, I have to settle for electronic readers. I long for those days in the library.

 

Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

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Glass Heart

Giving yourself over to someone is always the hardest part.
Loving someone completely requires trust.
Always be truthful as there is nothing worst than a liar.
Saying "I love you" shouldn't take years if you truly love the individual.
Say it only if you absolutely mean it.

Hearts are fragile like glass so be careful when falling in love.
Everyone deserves to be loved, there's somebody for everybody.
Anyone can find love but most often it will find you first.
Rarely is there a perfect love, it takes work, commitment and compromise.
Try not to break a fragile, glass heart.



Image courtesy of Public Domain Images.

The Boardwalk

The beach always brings back bittersweet memories for me. I remember my brother, two children, three cousins and I heading out to Coney Island for a day in the sand and surf. We walked along the boardwalk, swam in the ocean and watched animal show in the Aquarium. It was a glorious day with family.

Now with my brother gone, I have not returned to Coney Island. I'd much rather drive several hundred miles to Atlantic City and walk it's casino-lined boardwalk. The throngs of people drown out the sorrow and desolation that accompanies loss. Maybe one day, I'll go back.



Image taken from Wikimedia Commons.

On The Wall

Naomi and Michael. Forever together. That's what you told me.

Our initials immortalized forever on a wall. However, you're now a leaf on the wind swept away to oblivion. And although you're gone, I still feel you near me. A sweet caress while I sleep or a shadow at the corner of my eye.

Naomi and Michael. Forever together. That's what you told me.

Our years together seem like a grain of sand in this vast ever-expanding universe. It was a tumultuous and blissfully exuberant time together. But like everything that we most treasure, it came to an abrupt end.



Image by Aleatha Ingleton .

Children on the Beach

"Mommy, I got a bunch of sand in my butt."

"Go in the water, honey and wash out the sand."

"Mom, he keeps bothering me. He says I have a mustache and need to shave it."

"Ignore him sweetheart, he'll get tired of bothering you and leave you alone."

"Ma, there's sand in my sandwich."

"Throw it away and get another one sweetie."

"Mum, she's in my space. I told her about my personal space."

"If you all don't leave me alone to read this book, we are going straight home."

Don't you just love family day at the beach.



Image taken from Wikimedian Commons, Pierre- Auguste Renoir, Children on the Beach.

Kiss

"Where are you going?"

"Out with the other nobles. Thadius is having a gathering."

"A gathering? Or more like a chance for a night of drink and debauchery?"

"Sweetheart, I won't be gone too long. I'll take you in the chariot for a spin when I return."

"No you will not treat me like some common trollop off the street. I won't be bribed."

"How about we go for the stroll first and then I meet the gentlemen for a quick drink?"

"Alright. But be home well before the cock's crow."

"Fine. Come here Love and give me a kiss."





Image taken from Wikimedia Commons, Kiss, Briseis.

The Burrow's Valentine Cafe

Every morning I cheat on my husband. I have tried to resist the temptation. I only end up with a pounding migraine headache.

I suffer from the absolute need for the delectable, awe-inspiring and indefinable quality of perfection you possess. No matter where I go, you are there. Every bodega, deli, diner and shop is stocked up with your warm, fragrant goodness.

I cannot be without you. Even while pregnant, I ran back to you. My husband cannot comprehend the magnitude of my desire for you.

I am forever enslaved to this legally addictive stimulant. I want you even now.



Image taken from Steven Evans, Wikimedia Commons.

First Kisses

My first kiss wasn't all that memorable. It was the consequence, I'll remember. A boy in my class wrote a note about kissing me after school. I remember happily skipping home. I could feel my heart beating underneath my blouse and a sudden surge of giddiness. I was thinking, "Does he really like me? Is he my boyfriend now that he kissed me? Does it matter that he's not Puerto Rican? Will he ask for another kiss?" While all of this ran through my mind, I hadn't realized that I was only seven years old and shouldn't be kissing boys.

Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons, Auguste Rodin, "The Kiss"

Yellow Maple

Like a leaf on the wind, you came into my life unexpectedly. So brief was our encounter, that any outsider would think it almost inconsequential. Your spirit remains with me even now, when I look at the trees or a meandering, muddy running stream. You were always bright and happy, helping anyone who needed it; the embodiment of kindness.

But like the yellow autumn leaves turning brown during a sudden winter frost, you withered and died, leaving me empty. I never did tell you that like beautiful fall foliage, you brought light where there was an ever-present darkness. Thank you.

Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

To see more, visit the Burrow's Prismatic Feature.

Red Peppers

Your flesh is radiant in the mid-afternoon sun. Your lips are so vibrant, they remind me of a sweet red pepper ripened to perfection. I miss having you here beside me. I know that I messed up. Things have become so odd between us these last few years and I strayed. I’m sorry that I put you through so much. It was selfish but I needed something more.

If only I had tried to be around a little. If only I had not been lead astray. If only she had not reminded me of what we once had. If only . . .



Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

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My Blue Lagoon

Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons, Blue Lagoon



Warm, invigorating waters caress me like a balmy autumn night. Rivulets of liquid beads glisten in the soft moonlight. Rocks loom in the distance like large silent soldiers. The horizontal crag is the only element separating blue Earth from blue sky.


Wading through the mist, I sense you just outside my consciousness. The remote roar of sea crashing against land in this eternal dance is captivating and deafening all at once.


In a frantic desperation, I quickly peruse the panoramic landscape, seeking your lovingly blue gaze. Land and sea may separate us, but for this one night, love is eternal.


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The Trio at the Luncheon Boating Party- Part 3

Gustave: Gentleman in the Yellow Boating Hat (Bottom Right)

The water is glistening like silver beads of sunlight dancing at the height of each crest. I love the way the waves quietly lap against the wooden hull of the boat. It creates a sound so unerringly calm. One only needs to listen attentively to Mother Earth and she will soothe the soul. There is nothing more satisfying than a boating excursion. The salty, sea air cleanses the soul like nothing else can. This landscape of sea, land and air are awe-inspiring. I believe I have found my muse.

"I believe I will take a stroll alone along the riverbank."


Note: This was a wonderful project we did using a Renoir painting and telling the stories of various individuals in Luncheon of the Boating Party. My trio are the woman with the baseball cap (over to the right), the gentleman leaning over her and the gentleman wearing the yellow boating hat with ribbon. To see more, click here.

The Trio at the Luncheon Boating Party- Part 2

Adrien: Gentleman in the Cardigan Sweater (Far Mid- Right)

Angele is so undeniably beautiful. Does she even notice me? Let me move a little closer. Her skin glistens like alabaster marble. I can see her lovely mounds just waiting to be caressed. No. I must control myself. Why must she stare at Gustave? It is incomprehensible. He is not paying any attention to her flirtatiousness, yet there she is fawning over him. I could write serenades and immortalize her very name. Do you think she cares. Perhaps, I must divert her attention. Then, she cannot help but to reciprocate my feelings.

"Would you care to stroll along the riverbank?"


Note: This was a wonderful project we did using a Renoir painting and telling the stories of various individuals in Luncheon of the Boating Party. My trio are the woman with the baseball cap (over to the right), the gentleman leaning over her and the gentleman wearing the yellow boating hat with ribbon. To see more, click here.

Under a Brooklyn Moon

Under a Brooklyn Moon

All is blurred like the dreams of a child. The rain creates a mystical illusion of peace, happiness and harmony.
The ethereal structures in the backdrop are towers of wealth and abundance.
The graceful arches and cabled suspension, leave one in absolute awe.
This city of dreams is like a glass menagerie of infinite potential.
The lines between dreams and reality are obscured by enchanting lights and enticing romantic pleasures.
This exuberant place is like the little wisps of smoke with an ounce of hope. It impresses the notion that every romantic pleasure is here available under a Brooklyn moon.

Image courtesy of Castle Galleries: Jeff Rowland- artist, Under a Brooklyn Moon,
http://www.castlegalleries.com/artists/jeff_rowland/collection.asp

Moonlight Shadows

I love the shadows your body casts in the soft moonlight. You remind me of an obsidian version of Michaelangelo's David. Your form is so perfect. My fingers caress every mound, every surface and every inch of your delectable shape. I am tempted to wake you and satiate the hunger that grows in my core. I reach out my hand and it hovers over your sex. Should I indulge? I then begin to wonder; when we wake up and all the shadows have gone and the moonlight is replaced by sunlight, will I still look at you this way?

Image courtesy of Castle Galleries- Moonlight Shadows - Rob Ford

The Library

Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

There is nothing like the smell of the library.  I remember as a child, the excitement when returning a book.  Everything looked and felt larger than life.  My shoes would click clack against the marble floors.  I would caress the spines of the books on the shelves.  The best part of the library was the stacks.  I could spend all day, in a little nook, reading a book.

It is so sad that as an adult, I never have time to visit the library.  Now, I have to settle for electronic readers.  I long for those days in the library.

drabble- n. a story written in exactly 100 words.

You Had Me at Hello

My hands were shaking as I walked into the Assistant Principal’s office for the second part of my interview.  The A. P. asked if I would sit at the table outside her office as she was talking to a staff member. 

There you were, eating Chinese food with wooden chopsticks.  You greeted me with the most dazzling smile.  We exchanged pleasantries.  You asked if I was interested in any of the new positions.  We talked for all of ten minutes before I was called into the office.  I got the job.  I got you too.  You had me at “Hello.”

Image courtesy of Scott J. Waldron

http://www.dslrninja.com/

drabble- n.  a story written in exactly 100 words.

This drabble was featured in The Burrow's Valentine Project.

Please check out the new Drabble Dare Challenge image of the week at Burrow, Books & Balderdash.   Join in the fun of writing a short story (exactly 100 words) to the image.  Looking forward to reading all of the wonderful entries!