Sunny cold day in the attic,
I am just a guy of 30,
The woman in my bed is the one I fell in love with since childhood,
She is the most beautiful, she is
The most insane fortune and luck favor the bold and boldness we can't feign.
She is my bloody Valentine all
Day and night,
I think of her as my blow up doll I had in my closet all
Through my preteen years, and tried asking her out and for awhile didn't succeed,
But now I'm so grateful to have her in my life.
She excites me all the time. She makes me laugh, she makes awesome Indian dishes, she dances, she speaks five languages which is Spanish, Chinese, Hindi, English and Italian. But her primary language is Hindi. She is just awesome, she makes me fulfilled.
Thinking about her and looking at her at the same time.
What can a mortal do when
Ishter herself the Goddess of love, war and lust has hailed her way to him? Well she is my Goddess all day and night,
I dream of her as she lay next to me, and when I awaken every morning.
She's an artist,
She knows all the strokes
With her mysterious eyes and meticulous lips,
She can kill a man like cyanide,
Such mighty is her power.
She has the power to do it all,
But I am finding more and more extraordinary things about her each day, although we are living in a shoe box attic, we could be out somewhere in some big house living the good life just like those happy couples we see all the time in those romantic Bollywood movies.
But I'm satisfied for now, and just staring at her dragon hair, blue and pale white skin like a hot gothic witch,
Although something is now changing about her.
Although something is new about her too.
She seems to be lost in herself.
When I ask she doesn't open up
And it makes me very anxious.
I want to know what's happening,
I need to know what's happening
As soon as possible.
We been together for so long and now she doesn't want to share any secrets with me.
God what does it takes?
Maybe I need to go out and clear my mind.
I told her I was going out on the rooftop to clear my head and think for at least 10 minutes.
There I see, the sky is cloudy,
Just like my mind.
I am just standing here, empty headed with no clue. It's a very dark night, like an abyss, in which I'm now. But then I see a star, with a radiance so unique. This is the star of my path. I just need to follow my heart, I say to myself. I think this shining star is telling me something, but don't know what it means?
Maybe it's just me? Why is I'm feeling this way? She used to tell all her darkest secrets to me. Why now hold something back? She is hiding something and I'm going to find out what it
is, but first, I need to just relax and calm myself a bit. I need to ask her. Going back inside, and still I see her lying in bed with those dragon fly legs.
Sitting back on the bed facing her image.
Trixter: Hey foxy mama?
Octopolia: yes dick face?
I love her voice and I love how she calls me dick face. We don't call each other by our real names anymore, we even made nick names for each other.
Trixter: Oh you awake?
Octopolia: I been awake dick face?
Trixter: I've been wanting to ask you what is your secret now? Today?
Octopolia: What do you mean dick face?
Trixter: You always told me all of your secrets, you've been acting pretty peculiar lately, and I know when you are covering something from me, and I'm dying to know what it is foxy mama?
Octopolia: Oh I'll tell you. Waiting on her to share and suddenly she grabs me and starts kissing me. This wasn't the secret I was expecting, even though this is not a dark secret of hers and there is more she's covering up, but I will get the secret out of her someway or somehow, but now, I am enjoying this moment of her making love to me,
She starts licking my face like a dog, and slaps my face hard. This is so weird. What is she up to? I think to myself scared to death. She is doing such strange things to me I can't make out where is this coming from. It seems different and it feels different. Is this is her dark secret? Is this the secret she couldn't convey in words? Is this her way of telling me her dark secret?
I'm still not getting anything, I see she's pulling a knife from under the covers. "Fuck!!
Are you gonna murder me?" I cry out loud. And she bursts into shrieks of laughter. She kisses the knife and she moves it slowly from my forehead down to my area. I can't take it anymore. I beg her to stop.
Trixter: STOOP FOXY MAMA, PLEASE STOP.
I soon tries to grab the knife from her hand, but it seem quite hard, she's getting a strong grip of me. She feels stronger than me and I'm a guy.
And I suddenly looses my grip and she stabs me repeatedly. Dying. Blood splashes everywhere.
She rips Trixter's heart out with her hands, and now he's dead. Her body starts transforming into a thick form and her hair turns sharp. Her teeth starts coming out sharp as nails, and two horse like horns starts growing on her head. It is now 8:00pm at night and she goes up onto the roof top and stands there and starts laughing really hard. After 5 minutes, someone appears flying towards her and the thing as a man looks just like her.
Camio: Did you get what we wanted?
Octopolia: Oh yes Camio I got his heart. It took me like years to get his heart, God I hate humans.
Camio: Good, because we need his heart for the succubus human experimentation. In order to get things out of humans, you must perform sexual activities with them, let's hurry and go back in the portal before someone comes.
Octopolia: Wait, you don't think someone knows about us succubus vampires here do they?
Camio: No, that's why we must leave now, come on, let's go back to our earth. No one will ever find us.
They enter inside the portal and it disappears.
THIS LONG TALE WAS WRITTEN BY A MODERATOR FROM POEMS APP NAMED RUBAL AND THE STORY NARRATION DIALOGE IS WRITTEN BY CIARA WEBB
My Comment: This was an exciting experience working with a moderator on a romantic thriller tale, I've never worked with a moderator before but this moment creating this together with Rubal was superb and extraordinary. Enjoyed working with you Rubal.
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