For the female body!

A letter to you, the female body.

Today I am covered with a little bit of lace over my silky smooth skin formed and strengthen with a skeleton of bones and wires. My desire is to be embracing bodies, enhancing curves. To wrap myself around you and be set into place. Not knowing what my dreams will hold. Or the desires of my master/mistress. I am born to shape or punish and even be worn gracefully so that men are enchanted by my curves of perfection. With filled cups of the delicious jiggling women’s flesh hiding there darkened Areolas.

I am excited to be worn and be snug tightly around the soft warm skin. My long laced fingers of silk or leather braided through loops of shiny iron. To be entangle and pulled to tighten my grip around your sexy body. Its tension devoted to the shape wanted. Wasp, breathless or sexy. My fingers trailed by masterful fingers tugging vigorously. And brought in position.

Breath held with every tug and tightening the lacy fingers forging my spine. My bones holding me together and press firmly on to your skin. I can feel your heart beat as my ears are laid against you. Pushing up and together the softness and holding them in place. No need to hold your breath with me embracing for when I am one with you, we are invincible.

Tension fading as my fingers are pulled in a knot unable to break loose. I am sure I am here for beauty. As I curve down and over your hip with my double stitched on skirt. Trail me with your hands and rub me softly. Love me like I am part of your body, touch me like you trail and tease your skin. Seduce those who see you in my embrace. And be a present to unwrap and love. Have them stare at my long fingers on your spine, hanging with a frolic wanting to be untangle. But know you are to be lusted by my master/mistress. As they love you for wearing me with a sexy grace and show of your second skin.

I love to embrace you feel your beating heart against my skin and bones. And entice you when ever you wear me with your sexy attitude that warms me through and through.
I love being your corset.

©Ranting Crow2014

May this little flash have been to your liking as it came to life after a big mouth from me and taking the challenge about writing a story with a corset playing the main role. It was another Wednesday experiment, writing about what ever comes up or what ever prompted.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow

The world through my eyes!

The world through my eyes!

I travelled the world all by myself and seen lost of places. To be carried on the winds across oceans and land where ever it took me. I chased storms and followed them across states rushed around for many miles. I met friends in deserts and town of concrete or driven around on cars  enjoying the views from high above or down below and watch the world change and being build.

I drifted on rivers and been in flood across different countries. The water has taken me like the wind to many corners of this planet. from the heated islands to coldest of continents. The warm flows of the oceans have sometimes been cold but I seen the depths and has danced on waves created by wind, earth spin or startled fish. Sometimes have been resting for days before being picked up and travelled again

Juts gone with the flow and laid my head where it landed and time has past me by and altered my form. I am blessed to be of this calibre and have seen the world as I seen it in all its glory. Through the grey and blue skies to deepest of waters I have rained, drifted and landed on many beaches.

I have been eaten and seen family be turned into beauty from pearly whites to big as mountains. I am just a small part in a bigger whole. And not sure of what I look like. My shape is rough and shiny like a shard of glass. Different colours around me, and being walked on many of times. My story is that of happiness as I have lived for a thousand years and seen all stars rotate above my head. Light and darkness warm and cold it is the world as I know and come to love.

But today I am here telling you my story with the help of a simple crow. Sharing the smile of a world hidden inside me. And may you find more pleasure in time and places around you. I thank you for reading my story.

Grain of Sand.

©Ranting Crow2014

Another of my short stories of imaginations. May it have been to you liking As my Wednesday turn out to be the flash and experimental. A day I do what feels best. Leave a thought.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow

You are not me!

You are not me.

Your name brings fear all around. And have us rethink our life. We cannot even see you, yet you are public enemy number one. How come we let you define who we are. You are nothing but a parasite living with me. In me. Like a jack in the box you spring forth at some random time. Claiming life as your own.

We walk around with you, let you decide how we should act around others. You have the power to change us unwillingly. Even if it just a mention of your name. Nobodies friend, you purge us from smiles, creating rotting images where we should see beauty. Draw sad faces where we should smile. Your power exceeds us all. Even the people around me are affected though they do not hold you or have you with them.

But where do you come from. How is that you grow in numbers so fast. Are you a demon from hell. Why can you not tell us how we can keep you at bay. Or are you here to tell us we gone to far playing God. Where does you answer begin. Or where does that, of us end.

You bring us fear with just the mention of  your name. But I will stand tall for I do not fear you. You do not make me who I am, you do not define, me. You cannot be seen while you feed of me. My fear and of those around me. But I will not sit still in a corner, waiting for you to grow and take me away. I will not sit here in tears when I can see smiles in my future. You have a name but so do I. you are not me, you are just a small part. And I will not heal over for a name. I will not give in, to a ghost. I will make something of tomorrow and you are coming along to see things can be different. I will drag you past the smiles and tears. And show you beauty.

I will go all out on you and not let you win with your game. Crawl through me all you want I see beyond you and your evil face. I see beyond the scarred and crying faces around me. For there lies beauty in a simple smile of a innocent child. Or singing birds.

No I will not fear you Cancer, you are not me. You will never become me. So live with me, die with me. For I will not  surrender my life to you. I will not suffer in a corner, I will come forth and go forth with or without you.

©Ranting Crow2014

Written after it being world Cancer day. Knowing it is all around us. One in three people will most likely get in touch with it. As, get it. But I believe it is not the end just hearing its name. We can still smile and live the best we can. No I do not have cancer. This is something that came to me in my head. And wrote down. I was not sure if should have posted this, but did as you can see. This is a written flash story hoping to give strength and inspire not to give up.

Leave a comment, thought or piece of critique. I welcome it all, since I do want people to think.

Best wishes and keep on smiling
Ranting Crow

Through my eyes!

Okay this was a write and win contest over at Massacre Magazine. Now yes I could, or should have sent in this flash story based on the picture below. There is something compelling to just post it here and hear what those who read it think of it. To me it is not so much about winning. I just like to write.  Does one feel like partaking in the contest, feel free to get in touch with your dark side and write.
So hope you enjoy this short story. And yes I believe it is supposed to be something dark and horror like.
I let you be the judge of that.

Through the eyes of a crow

Let me show you what the world is like when a body is missing and a soul lives on in a shadow. Through my eyes one can see a world different from your own  A future never to be seen again except by me. Their final moments forever held within a loop of time. I am nothing more than an unlikely black angel sitting on your shoulder. Hated by many, I do bring death. Let me enlighten you giving a peek in the lands of shadows and set you free.

Watch her swinging back and forth, her body now devoured, her soul captured in her last shadow, that was cast on the ground by the sun. Forever imprisoned in time. But she is happy, you can still hear her laugh. Left to nothing more than an image moving. We know what happened. Still can smell the fragrance of that day and her hair dancing in the wind created by her swings. Her blood once colouring the ground red. Flesh, juicy and tender shredded and delightfully eaten. All alone that one summer day. Destiny was calling. Her time was up. And here I am on your shoulder with an eye in my beak.

Yes dearest this is your true heaven. One can say it is hell. Always hot with the suns shining, keeping shadows and souls happy. It is the last thing one will witness before becoming a shadow. And for those who choose to come here themselves are doomed to become like me. An angel of death. With nothing more than the memories of those shadows, who got visited by a murder. Memories engraved in blood, the taste of eyes, and smell of flesh till you meet another to devour.

“Any questions, dearest?”

“No! You sure?”

“Cry all you want, It will make the other eye taste even better”

“No need to remember any of this, little one. Just be happy and swing to your hearts content”

“Caw, caw” A murder is coming.

The End

©Ranting Crow 2013

That was the short, but enough to give an idea to a reader, story. Yes you read it did you not.
please leave a comment if you have one, I am learning by what you write and comment.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow