I walked inside and laid my keys on the stand in the hallway. What a night. Well at least it kept my mind off things for awhile. I walked over to the lamp and turned it on and sat down on the couch as I flipped on the TV. Sebastian, my Siamese cat, jumped up beside me as I kicked my feet up ready to relax. I was watching a favorite show when my phone rang. *Hello?* I answered with a slight sigh. *Casey you need to get out more. I mean we had a great time tonight. So are you and Sarah an item now?* I heard the voice of my sister on the other end ask jokingly as I got up and made my way to the fridge. *It was great tonight. I get out, it’s just, I’ve been busy these past few weeks. You know how it is working for grand field inn. And me and Sarah are none of your business Kara. Are you staying with Bree in her dorm tonight or do you want me to leave the key in the usual place tonight?* I grabbed a can of soda and made my way back to the couch. I heard Kara and Bree talking. *I know you and Sarah are doing something so face it Casey, you are a leashed pup. I’m staying with Bree. We have a lot of English to study for. I’ll see you around. Don’t forget lunch tomorrow! It’s at Phats café. Be there!* I heard Bree giggling in the background. God Bree, you can wait till you get home. *I will be there. I got no work to do tonight so I’ll probably hit the shower and watch TV. I won’t wait up.*
We hung up and I went to my bedroom. I opened up my drawer and got my boxers and t-shirt and made my way to the shower. I got undressed and turned on the shower. As I stepped in, the warm water began to wash over me and I let it run over my head and down my back as I began to relax. Funny how my sister and our friends didn’t notice that me and Sarah acted a bit off tonight. Oh well.
Me and Sarah have been together since high school. This Friday marks our four years being together. It’s also pride week here in New York. Meaning that Sarah is on a mission to get her float done on time. Meaning, I had put off fixing some stuff on the float mechanically. We had a small tiff but enough to feel an edge the rest of the night. I know I will have to get up early and run down to the Pride Gallery and start fixing it. *hmph, right now though, I’m relaxing and enjoying my two days off* I said aloud to no one in particular. Sebastian looked up from his cat bed and meowed. If I know Sarah, she won’t hold a grudge long.
If you are reading this, please pay close attention and please please please be honest and real with this.
I am going to start writing a story here. Adding to it each day. I am a published author so give me time if it seems I haven’t posted in hours on some days when I do this. I will write it! I will start tomorrow and see how it goes.
Your job is to read and enjoy and comment. But when commenting, be honest and real with the story. I mean don’t be closed minded. Be open minded to new things.
So, as of tomorrow (really starting today since its midnight) I will do this. Hope everyone enjoys and remember that it’s for fun and entertainment purposes. Thank you!
My pen glides in soft gentle strokes upon the paper so white. Like a melody that flows among the breeze. It’s words forming into lyrics like a lovers song. My pen is the light even when darkness is as black as the darkest night. My pen creates the rhythm of harmony. Like hearing a sweet voice singing to the ringing of church bells on a warm Sunday afternoon. My pen is the fantasy that I call melody. It sings out in anger. It sings out in laughter. My pen can write the words of passion and desire. Like two partners so caught up in the moment. Making love by the fire. My pen can write you the words of fact or fiction. Like did you know, that if I I put my heart next to yours, they would soon begin to beat as one? Baby that’s true friction. My pen can write the sadness of grief and sorrow. Like the tragedy in death and weaknesses. Fighting in a war that you know you may not come home whole again. We are not always promised another tomorrow. My pen can write you laughter and love. Like the sweetest honey dripping from the honey comb. The taste of your lips pressed against mine. Your voice calling out to me from above. My pen can take you through the deepest emotions with just each word. My pen writes the poetry that is still unheard.
Kelli R. Hall
Do you know what I miss? The way you would smile at me like we held a secret only we shared. The way your lips tasted like soft white wine after each kiss. Drinking in the smell of your perfume like it was the last scent I would ever smell. Like holding you in my arms as we laid down together at night. Sharing our days and dreams just to each other and promising not to tell. Looking in your eyes and searching for any doubt. I use to find nothing but love. Now I just find nothing but a way out. I miss the way you would laugh at nothing at all. Or just a joke. I miss long nights falling asleep with you. Even though it was just over a phone call. I miss telling you how beautiful you are in every single way. I never missed a moment. I told you every single day. I miss the way you would randomly just be silly or funny. I never needed the sunshine. You already made my life bright and sunny. I miss the way you would make me smile. But secretly just seeing you smile was worth letting go for a while. I miss whispering to you even after you would fall asleep. I don’t know if you knew it, but I told you my darkest secrets so deep. I miss hearing your voice before my eyes would drift and close real tight. Hearing you whisper ever so gently that everything will be alright. But what I miss most of all that my heart can tell so deep with love so true. I miss everything. I miss you.
Kelli R. Hall
I Miss You
*Shh I think you may wake her. Just go back to sleep Kiar.* I laid there clutching my sheets. I heard Niam speaking silently to Jesiah but I knew he was just trying to let me rest after what I had been through. Games are childish when it comes to me. I lived 16 years of my life fighting literally for what I believe is true. I am by far wealthy but I make do with what I got and can get. Am I a hunter? Well you can say I hunt for game to feed my family. But now it is more than that. Ever since Rylan came into the scene and destroyed half the town and homes here in Ukrial. Ukrial is a hidden country. Nobody knows that it lies between the mountains in NantChester Moors. Ukrial was a quiet town. People kept to themselves and only spoke to each other. We got by on pure instincts and what we knew. We made do from what we could get from off the land and nearby. But Rylan found us. Stole from us. Took some of our people and then killed whoever got in his way. But the fight never ceased. It still continues. But in secrecy. That is why I hunt not only for food but also for the others who came from Gritmas Barrow in Esttock. Esttock is beyond the other mountain ridge in a valley in Castrow. The next country over to the east. The people there are unruly and mean. They don’t prosper from what they grow or hunt because they steal from other neighboring cities or countries. They use our people like slaves to grow the food they eat. To hunt. To turn the animal pelts into clothing of sorts. And if they refuse then they are killed and taken to be buried in nearby woods or dumped in a nearby lake or river. Never to be seen again for a proper burial.
My name is Alelsea. I was born here sixteen years ago. When I was five, I lost my mother as she gave birth to my little sister Jesiah. We call her Kiar meaning tiny where we come from. She is only eight but smart for her age. I guess that is because she watches me when I work. Our father taught me how to hunt with a makeshift bow and to set traps and how to hunt with a knife. He also taught me how to fight with my fists and with a sword. At twelve I watched him die. I felt helpless. He was attacked by a black bear as we were hunting one evening. It attacked him out of nowhere from behind. I watched as my father screamed for me to run and not look back. But for what seemed forever I was frozen. After I heard the sickening thud, I ran. After that I never let my guard down. And I don’t talk about his death. I raise my sister. I keep her fed and clothed and do chores as well as hunt. My best friend is Carnea. Carnea is also a hunter and lost his only brother to Rylan. His father is ill and his mother works hard selling trades to our people here. He understands me better than any I know. He and I grew up together and we vowed to die together. We hunt and fish together as well as trade pelt for weaponry. And he fights along beside me in this war that has been created now.
I love you. I love you more than the man in the moon. I love you more than I’ll see you real soon. I love you more. Than the breath upon the night sky. More than any star floating up high. I love you more. Than the whisper upon your cheeks. More than all the things that make my weeks. I love you more. Than I love the sweetness upon my tongue. More than what will make us forever young. I love you more. Than the songs ever written in time. More than words ever written in rhyme. I love you more. Than the endless ocean or sea. More than as far as the eagle could ever see. I love you more. Than the beating of my own heart. I loved you more. More right from the start.
Kelli R. Hall
I love you
No words written in time. No words describing in rhyme. Could ever tell my love for her. Of true love and how we occur. Her beauty is beyond compare. As I lay watching with loving care. The smell of her hair. Loves beautiful affair. Wrapping her up and holding her tight. Her taste on my tongue in full moon light. The sun kissing the sweetness of her soft skin. The stars keeping our secrets of where we begin. Her eyes shining brighter than the moon. Making love to her until it’s noon. Feeling her lashing out against my breast. Making love to her as only I know best. The sweat that runs down the creases of her body like dew. Tastes like the summer breeze refreshing and new. Feeling her deep within. The night is where it did begin. The touch of her embrace. Keeps me hidden like a safe place. The warmth of her body against mine. Making love to her in sweet Devine. The morning sun upon her face. Reminds me of heaven in all it’s grace. The feel of her breath upon my set. Making it rain but only two getting wet. To kiss the lips that taste sweet like honey upon mine. Is like kissing heaven in the great Devine. And when she finally comes to be. I hear her whisper make love to me.
Kelli R. Hall
Please comment. This is just a taste of what is to come. I write mostly spoken word (just like this one). So please give me some feedback on what you think. And I do take requests. Thank you.