A quote by Maya Angelou!
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you!
Kind of how I felt today trying to write. And happy I was ale to find my story.
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Now for some reason this story isn’t letting me go, I just keep on writing as if there is no ending. Keep adding new things as I go along. No pre written plots or character cards just me thinking up as I write. It is to silly if you ask me. All you are about to read is what is written start to finish. No changes made other then minor grammar fixes or missing letters. Now I truly hope you will enjoy the read as I am enjoying writing it. Please feel free to share you thoughts or comments.
The Cursed Diary! chapter 2
Her white fur looking so fluffy. The face like that of a Persian cat with her little pink nose and a tiny black spot on her cheek sure make her very cute. His mind is still adjusting to the fact cats live here in Paris.
“Lunch will be served in 30 minutes, in the dining room and Milord has asked if you would join him” Her voice carried through the air to hi ear as if sung in a rhythmic way
“Thank you, I will get myself ready.”
“And oh may I ask where the dining room is?”
“Down the stairs and through the doors on your left sir, we will welcome you there.”
With out an further hesitation William gets dressed and swings open the double door into a huge and long corridor On his left large windows over looking the garden and on the right side more double doors most likely to other rooms. Between the door and windows large vases with beautiful made flower decorations and fresh flower bouquets giving color to the dark background of the wooden panels while walking to the stair case. A big cat carved out of wood awaits at the top of the stairs holding the beginning of the banister above his head. The stairs circle down into a hallway and what looks like a front door. On the way picture of cats looking important.
William walks over to the doors on the left and places his hands on the two brass door handles and pushes the doors open, entering a room with a table suited for a family of 12.
“Ah, welcome sir, I am glad to see you are up and running again” A voice speaks from the left side of William.
As he turns his head to where the sound came from he sees McSniff smoking a pipe in front of an enormous fireplace.
“Uh well yes… uh thank you… is this all yours?” William asks not sure how to act around those Parisians just yet. Still feeling a little awkward about the whole thing happening.
“Please, please sit down, would you like a cup of tea or maybe coffee or something stronger, Bernadette would gladly get it for you” McSniff gesturing to the chair closest to the head of the table.
William can see him wiggle his tail through the opening of the chair on the back and sit at the head of the table. Putting his pipe down on a nicely piece of porcelain hat holds the pip up straight. He is taking it all in as he walks to the table and sits in the arm chair waiting for him.
Soon as he is seated a different feline is poring in water in one of the, for paw, designed glasses. Two rings fitted to a leg hold up the balloon holding the water.
“Would you like anything else sir, lunch is served in about 5 minutes” Te voice is bubbly as from a young child and has William look up in to a pair of baby blue eyes of a Siamese cat.
“No, no thank you Bernadette, I am good “ William answers in a rush and grabs the glass to have sip.
“Let us have lunch first and talk business after” McSniff shouts out to the door behind him.
The door opens and two cats walk through holding two trays. Both in a gray coat with short tails, they must be the butlers of this place.
“Please eat Sir William, and to answer one of your questions this is eh royal palace of Lion de Paris. I am but one of the trusties living here”
A ‘cling’ is heard as the butlers show what is underneath the lid. A play of color and the scent of fresh vegetables and grilled fish tickle the senses to great heights. As if being in a top notch restaurant William is in awe, this must be how it feels to eat like a king. Freshly roasted toast still warm making the curl of butter melt slowly.
After a nice long lunch William and McSniff had over to the lounge to have a drink and talk about the reason why William is here. After the glasses are filled and the two have settled down in the relaxing recliners McSniff starts to talk and tell the story about a man and his Diary and the crying woman.
Long ago a man started writing for his own pleasure and to due coincidence he bought a diary and wrote his stories in there. It is how I was also born and this town. He did not know so himself he created this Paris filled with cats until he started reading. It turned out the Diary was cursed and a text on the outside ‘Thee who reads will become a hero’ and the inside text saying that the reader will find his purpose. Was written by that writer. It gave him meaning and him being the hero. And now it shall bring you meaning as well, Hero.
It is said that the writer found his meaning and became the husband of the woman who is now crying. Her name is Mrs. Cynthia Chambelle. And her husband, the writer is missing.
Most likely it is the tall mans doing ho is willing to do anything to get his hands on the Diary in order to rule over this Paris and a world he want to create in it. Now I cannot do much in the other world so I tried to make the diary found and hope for a hero. And the Diary has given us you. Now all I know is that the writer has been gone to long, he was like you able to switch between worlds although he was changing. Help us please find the writer and help us comfort Mrs. Chambelle. I will do what I can here and hold of the cats that try to make sure he never comes back, if you please will handle the other worlds tall man.
“I am not sure if I can, I am just a small guy”
-“The Diary gave us you for a reason, with all stories that are written you ended up in this one, so that alone is sign”
“But how do you know all this McSniff?”
-“Because the writer is my creator and has become a close friend of mine during his stay here helping me solve lots of crimes”
“Will you help us William, I, the Parisians are begging you”
“Okay I will see what I can do, but I can not make any promises, hope you understand that”
-“I understand” McSniff answers and gives a nod to one of the butlers standing behind William.
Without knowing what happened William ended back on his own sofa. The place where he has to find the tall man and the writer of the Diary. Still holding on to the Diary he wakes up and taking a look at the clock. Al ready seven in the morning, He must have been out all afternoon and night. For a minute he just sits there holding his head, elbows on his knees trying to give everything that happened a place in his mind. Trying to comprehend the weird stuff happening. Not sure yet William still thinks it al is a dream.
Than for some reason he remembers that the tall man was looking for the Diary and he will most likely return since the bag he stole was empty. William starts to think of a plan. That he might not have to look for the tall man, he could just follow the tall man to his hide out and most likely find the writer there to. But how would he fool the man, he could not use the real Diary if this turns out to be true.
William slaps his legs and stands up speaking out loud; “I would just have to make a fake Diary just like this one, that should work.”
He walks over to the bathroom and starts to take a shower. Refreshing his body and mind and changing in some clean clothes. Soon as he is done he picks up his old schoolbag and walks out the door. Soon as he is down on the streets he sees a tall man in an alley across the street going for a quick hide. He jumps a ninety degrees around and with a smirk walks to the corner of the street to buy himself a cup of coffee to go. Never looking over his shoulder, already knowing the tall man will be there following him.
After a couple of blocks he enters the store that sells al kinds of office supplies and even diaries. Now William is just hoping he will find the one that looks like the real deal.
He strolls along the shelves looking at the diaries that are being sold. And in the back he finds one that comes closest to the real Diary. With out further thought he buys the diary and walks out the shop and crosses the street into a small diner. Taking a seat in front of the window.
He is going to provoke the tall man by taking out the fake diary and pretend to read it over a nice cup of coffee and a piece of apple pie. exaggerating his movements he puts the diary in his bag and leaves the shop and going for a quiet alley hoping the tall man will come in action and rip the bag from him. So he can follow him. He starts to sweat the closer he comes to the alley he chose. Fear slowly creeps up on him when he takes the turn to walk into the trap. Without notion he hold his bag tighter in his sweaty hands and leans over a little trying to be ready what is to follow
Only seconds later a voice from behind William gives a shout. “Hey, You there, stop right there”
-“yeah you stop right there little man” A higher pitched voice says, straight after.
There are two of them now, William thinks. He stops and swallows his fear down before turning around and see who was shouting there. Holding his bag close to his chest. Right in front of him, in his face stands the tall man. He raises his head to look the man in his eyes.
“Remember me, Mr William, It is Mr. Gunther and I also like you to meet my associate Mr. Drules”
Next to the tall man stands a complete opposite. A small fat guy with beady eyes, small mouth and large ears. His hair is messy and he is wearing black worn of pants and a woolen sweater with patches on the elbows.
‘H… hell… hello again and nice to meet you:” William stutters, wiping the sweat of his face.
-“Would you be so kind to give us that bag Mr William we are now asking nicely.”
A click is heard with that and Williams sees the revolver being held by the short guy. With its barrel pointed straight up Williams nuts.
“You see Mr. William we are ready to do everything for that bag you are holding, so think it over. But not to long we have other things to do.”
-“Yeah we know you got the diary in that bag, we seen you put it in, you fooled us once with the blue and green bag.” Said the short man poking the gun into William. “So give it up”
William, sweating streams and scared of getting shot, falls through his weakened knees on the cold street, leaning on the bag with his hands. Slowly he lifts the bag while he is trying to get back his breath so that he can later follow the two man to the hide out.
The tall man and his big hands snatch the bag from William and pulling him over in the process. William braces himself hoping they won’t hit him or shoot him still. With his eyes closed ad all shaken up, he can hear the two man just walk away in the directions in which they came.
Slowly William opens his eyes and watches the men turn a left. He gets on his feet and start walking to the corner, it cannot be so hard to follow a man that tall. With his head around the corner he gets his eyes on the tall man and start to follow them across town. To an abandoned house much like the first one he seen in his dream. Worn down, windows missing and the shutters either closed or hanging from just one hinge in front of the window. A light is turned on, and shows a shadow through the louvers shutters walking past the window on the second floor. That could be it, that is where they might be holding the writer.
A loud scream with lots of cursing is heard and the throwing of furniture. Guess they found out the diary is a fake and sure made them angry.
William cannot hear what they are saying just the pitch of their voices is what distinguishes them from his hearing. High and low. Switching quickly and a slam of a door to end it all.
Soon after the tall man walks out the house with a hellish look on his face slamming the door behind him as hard as he can, William quickly hides behind a large oak and watches the tall man walk away from the house. But where is the short guy isn’t he going, is he staying to watch over the prisoner. William has to find out, and scrapes all his strength and courage together to enter the house.
©Ranting Crow 2013
I hope you enjoyed the story so far, I am hoping to come to an end soon.
Best wishes
Ranting Crow
Sunday’s Beauty.
The break of dawn and I am waking up with a small ray of light shining in my eyes.
Lifting my arm to block the sun away, It is just to early for that. I see the crack in the curtain and the orange morning glow that is shining through, hoping it will be a nice day.
I sit up on the bed and the beam is hitting your long blond hair that lays spread across your pillow. Making you hair like strings of shiny gold.
You are still sleeping, eyes closed and lips moving as if you want to speak. Your skin looking so silky, I wonder if I should even wake you.
You roll towards me sliding a hand underneath your pillow and the other swings onto my lap. Leaning on those well formed rounded breasts your rub your upper arms across your areola. The thin sheet falling of you revealing your luscious curves. I cannot help myself from looking at the beauty here beside me.
Eyes tracing along side your hand and up to our shoulder. From there on I can see a part of your back that is shaped is a soft ‘S’ down to your well rounded ass. Your left legs laid bare over your right with the sheet stuck in between.
Your thigh so well formed and looking so soft I refrain myself from touching you. I want you to keep on sleeping just a bit longer.
The sun is turning through the crack now shining it’s a ray of its light across your eyes. Your face frowns and turns away with your body following. You show your back and long tasty neck. Inviting me to bite and kiss. I cannot help but love what I see. Light turns brighter to the back of your neck morning is really starting. Your hand reaches back and pulls on the sheet covering hat sexy ass. But now I had again a glimpse of your voluptuous breasts.
Time is passing and my morning routine cannot wait anymore, And it is time to do my business and have a shower after to cool and clear my mind just a little.
And return to my sleeping beauty once I am done.
But I will safe that for the next Sunday.
©Ranting Crow 2013
Best wishes
Ranting Crow
Last part of the steamy Sunday, enjoy.
Our sweaty bodies lingering on the bed rolling and wiggling from position to position. Eating licking, tasting the wetness secreted slowly. Sweet and salty mixed on the tongue. Hands afloat over a thin layer of air across the contours of your body. Drawing circles around your belly button. Watching your breath filling your body making it go up and down. Drops flowing to the sides. Laying an ear to hear your heart beating. Racing fast and hard in harmony with mine.
Sounds of wetness stroking our ears, making our movements wilder, Tension rising when an ending runs near. The windows condensing from the heat our bodies create. Hands squeezing, grabbing tighter. Dragging our bodies to the cold windows. Fingers stroking, petting and rubbing. Stirring in all that dripping wetness.
Leaving impressions of hands hair and body in the drops of water residing on the window cooling our bodies to extend our time. Streams of water distorting the images we made, the tide coming nearer. Feel me hear me take me, I want it, wanting it now, are whispers in our deep animal like growls and breath. Our senses at their peak we prepare for what is coming.
Light reflecting on our glistening bodies. Our back arching, lying there on the floor, eyes closing, grip tightening and lip biting we fight against our upcoming scream that will fill the room with ecstasy, love and pleasure. Nothing stopping us from being as one, our roar makes time stand still. Our bodies like statues, muscles contracting, for that intense moment where everything s out of our control. Fluids running in all directions Our souls united with bodies entwined, we slowly come to our senses, remembering that moment that time stood still. And straight after we fall in each others arms with eyes wide open staring into the souls that say one thing. I love you. With a deep sigh our breaths slowing down, we kiss and lay fulfilled in each others arms. It has been a steamy Sunday.
©Ranting Crow 2013
This was Steamy Sunday in three parts. A small experiment by me to write a lovers story without the use of any gender details. Just to see if it is possible. It has been tough so the parts were short and not sure i covered it all.. But I hope it was a nice read for all who took the time to read it.
So please share any thoughts and make a comment and let me know if you think I done okay. Its even harder to judge this from the writers point of view.
Best wishes
Ranting Crow
Feet are wet from standing in a puddle
surrounded by trees this open field.
Gentle breeze to cool you face
this warm summer day.
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Smelling the scent of wet grass
from the rain a day before
A clear blue midnight sky
Stars twinkle around the moon
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The trees so black in the shadows
framing the stars in your view
like a painting so alive
your heart stops beating
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But the feet down below
cold and wet from soaking
standing in the middle of it all
space reflected in the still water
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Standing in the middle
Space surrounding so unreal
One pounding beat of the heart
Life restarts born anew
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In the midst of this tranquility
© Ranting Crow 2013
Image by: Mark Unrau 2009
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