Music Box Ballerina!

Welcome to my Shorts and Experimental Wednesday. The day I do whatever I feel like doing. This time again a short story. an unlikely story maybe for a guy to write but there you go. I am a crazy guy after all writing whatever comes in my mind. And this is no exception. Enjoy my Wednesday madness.

Music box Ballerina.

Rachel Stevens for Cadbury Flake’s ‘million lipsticks’ promotion.

Light shines into my eyes and slowly I get upright with a smile on my face The Music playing in a gentle rhythm making me want to dance. I can see myself happy in the mirror that I see when I start my pirouette. This moment is the one I want to relive time and time again. Dancing round and round on the music playing.

Though always there comes a time I am being put to sleep. Lying there crying in darkness after the music stopped. Wishing, wanting to dance again hear the music play and see the world around me. But I cannot get up as a shock goes through me and array of light enters my room. The light is bright just like before the music start playing. Tranquillity returns for there is no music but the light is staying from the corner of my eyes.

I cannot remember how long I have been sleeping or locked up in this room with nothing more that a small ray of light shining in. How long as it been since I stretched my legs and heard that music. I have been shook up on times, but never had the pleasure of seeing the light and hear the music. So I cried and cried a lot wishing, wanting to dance again.

Then one day the speck of light grows in a streak. Wider and wider the white light shines. I dry my tears and try to adjust to the light. And as my blurry sight returns to normal a pair of big baby blue eyes stare at me. Eyes I never seen before sparkling like the light has done so many times in my eyes. Music again playing it s gentle rhythm. I can only smile back as more of the face is shown. This little girl is might be my new owner and for her I will dance to the music as I loved doing all that time. Show her how much I enjoy I dance my heart out till the music stops. And now I wait in the light till the music starts playing, so I can see the smile of this little child growing up as I done with her mother.

I love my life as ballerina in my little music box.

©Ranting Crow2014

So hope you enjoyed the read of maybe an unusual story. It was fun to write for me anyway.
Leave a thought or anything you like.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow

Toe not missing!

Welcome to another of my brain spills this beautiful Wednesday. Yes the weather here is looking nice. cold but sun is out. Wrote this just a minute ago. A short fun story. Enjoy.

Toe not missing.

Sleepy 3,4,5…6…7
A red glow like a morning sun embraces me turning darker as I remembered it. And there I stayed for I do not know how long. Nothing to see or feel. Nota chair I could wait on. Where was I again. I cannot remember or see. It is just black every where I look.

A light, I can see a light. Finally I can see a light. No bigger than a golf ball in viewing size. But that is the distance I am sure. Running, walking when I feel my lungs giving up. Reaching out my arms I run, but the light is no bigger than a orange now. It is so far, will I be able to reach it. Why was I here again I cannot remember, just run to the light.

Walls start forming of lightning bolts. All around me. Curved over me they strike. A spectacle unseen before. I stop for only a second. Tired from running. A look over my shoulder there is just darkness nothing there. I grab my chest and take a deep breath. Running towards that light. With the bolts flying around me like they are crawling up walls and ceilings.

A jolt rushes through me and stops me in my track reaching the melon size light. My muscles all so tight. A release and feeling energized. As if I flew in a straight line. The light bigger now, big enough to fit a child. Almost there. More blue and white steaks of lighting. But they don’t light my path. Another jolt  reaches for me. My muscles harden but my hearts beating like a maniac. The light I can touch it al most there.

But I am caught and pulled back, back into the darkness. Watching the light vanish once again. What happened, I cannot remember. And I sit here in the darkness. And I feel I am missing a toe. That is right I had a toe cut off. I remember now.  But what just happened. The darkness is turning a beautiful morning read. like a sun coming up and lighting the sky up.

I can open my eyes the brightness blinding me but I try again. and hear a voice talking.

“Good afternoon I can see you are waking up mister…( sound of paper) , Sorry.  it is now, miss Gordon. Surgery was a success. Congratulations”

“WWWWWWHAT!”  I think I just died again.

©Ranting Crow2014

Hope you has a laugh at this. Leave a thought or critique it is all good.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow

Sensual Sunday! Bank Rubber

A single short story this time.Maybe not what you guessed but enjoy the read.

Bank Rubber.

A hot summer day and I need to be at the bank depositing a check. The queue is long and a lady in a short skirt, high heels is standing in front of me. I cannot help but look up from her black heels and smooth shaved legs slightly tanned up to the edge of her purple skirt wrapped tight around her thighs. A medium sized belt swung around her waist bringing out her delicious grab-able hips. Her upper body is wearing a tight white top with purple flowers print tugged neatly down her skirt.
The smell of roses fill my nostrils when I am bumped from behind. The scent being from her brown curly hair my face just being pushed in. This is heaven.Is this what they mean with smelling the roses, if so I want it every day.
She turns around and I apologize for bumping into her and she replies with a smile of her ruby red lips and wink of her blue eyes. Her front is just as round and squishy. What am I thinking, I sound like a pervert thinking only of sex. I just can’t help it. That bright golden locket shimmering right above her cleavage. Eyes up, eyes up is all I can think of, hell one last peek. DAMN

Come one and RUB me!

“Next”.

She turns around with a slight mischievous smile,  she bends over pressing her firm round and sexy ass against my shorts, picking up her groceries and a small white purse that was on top. Wiggling even and looking back over her shoulder, winking like a little devil. She is asking for it, I should just slap… No I can’t, not in here, Argggh.
What is happening, I cannot let this happen. Why now, why here in this busy bank? What will they think of me? Sweat poring down my face and cheeks of red. She did that on purpose, maybe I should… no she would never want me. That felt so good, no I cannot think that way. But a cup of coffee couldn’t hurt. One last look from her blue eyes and red lips smiling tilt me over the edge. Damn that tease of a woman.

My head turns even more red as she walks away and my mind is set on the most erotic of dreams. I keep my hand lowered to hide my excitement. This should not happen, not here in a bank. I need to focus, clear my head, but my eyes keep gazing at the purple skirt trying to imagine what the underwear would be like. This is getting painful. My head looking around and around sweating, even through my shirt, what will they think of me.
“Next” is the word that brought me with both feet on earth and I raise one hand to make sure they know its me.
Soon as I want to make a move to the counter the lady looks at me with a surprised look and waves a arm. My nerves are getting the best of me, Did she see?
The next thing I knew when I reached the counter was a gun in my ear and a man telling me to raise my hands and drop my weapon. Before I could even utter a word I am being pushed to the ground. Face kissing the floor and a knee is pressed on my lower back. I can feel the gun against the back of my neck. But that is not the worst.
Pain is shooting through me as if I am an electric appliance and it is making me scream. The pain is unbearable and I reach down with my hand trying to make some room. A shot is the last thing I hear and with that bang I find myself awake and jumping up in pain holding my crotch.

Damn it was another dream gone wrong.

©Ranting Crow

So it was not a usual Sensual Sunday Story but still. Hope that it was fun to read, made me smile writing it.
Just let me know what you thought.

Happy Sensual Sunday.
Ranting Crow

Hairless hare!

So yesterday has been a bust. Like a war in my head I thought to much and wrote to little. Or my fingers could not keep up with what I was thinking.
it is weird how one can really be unable to write anything down when you have so much you want to write you get lost on where to start.

My way of writing is usually thinking up a beginning, a middle and an end and start writing from there, while writing I find a way to reach my destination. I do not how other writers do, but that’s just my way. So yesterday as soon as I had my blast of fresh air. All fell into place with that little note book I carry along.

So I wrote 4 poems, 3 stories and about 4 rants all written in short. Now I guess that’s making sense out of chaos. I do not know. Still doesn’t make much sense but my mind is clear now.
I am even writing this after working out the short notes I made.

From the blockbuster; Alice in Wonderland (2010)

And one I want to share with you.
I love playing with words. Ones that sound the same or even are written the same but have different meanings. And that is how this came about with the help from a little hare in Japan.
I first thought of a short story. I mean very short and wrote down this.

The heir to the land of air
Is the hare who lost his hair.

But for some reason while I sat typing it down and working on it, it turned in a funny children’s rhyme I think. But just tell me what you think.

The heir to the land of air
Is a hare who lost his hair

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Together with  his friends there
they’re climbing their winding stair

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Sharing chocolate very fair
Each run of to the local fair

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Up in the Farris wheel they can see
the beautiful distant deep blue sea

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Carrying around a bow white as snow
Shooting arrows with his trusty bow

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Two of them start shooting too
In the direction of the wind

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The lead tips whistling straight and true
Lead them onward to another adventure

©Ranting Crow 2013

But that is as far as I got. What do you think. Funny during English class I guess. I know there is more, but I didn’t get that far. I am just smiling and reading again and again.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow