Wednesday, June 25, 2014

An Alternate Ending- The Rain

((Not a dream just because of the rain.))

She prayed for the rain. She knew what it would mean. She looked at him as he finished the piece he was stooped over, hunger in her golden-brown eyes. When he noticed her watching him, he grinned. She grabbed his hand and said, “Do you wanna play a game?”

He said he’d love to play a game, so she took his hand in hers and towed him outside. The rain fell in sheets around the courtyard. She looked back at him and tried to tow him into the water as it fell to the ground creating giant puddles. He stopped under the archway thinking, “She can’t be serious….” He watched her for a moment, then her laugh drew him from under the eaves and he followed her into the downpour.

She twirled and water droplets flew from her hair to the ground to add to the puddles.

He grinned as she looked at him and shook her hair at him like a dog. He could resist it no more. He took two long strides and was there. He caught her mid twirl and kissed her. Long and deep, they kissed.

Their lips melted together. She forgot the rain and reached up with her arms to hug his neck as he grabbed her around the waist.

The rain made everything more intense. The kiss became sloppier and the clothes clung tightly to their bodies as if it were a second skin.

When they finally pulled apart, the rain had slowed to a drizzle. The flowers on the crepe myrtle trees had spilled onto the ground from the surrounding trees. White and pink wilted flowers littered the court yard. The sun came from behind the clouds and the puddles reflected the skies.

They gazed at each other a moment or more, who could say?

She laughed and the spell was broken. 

Monday, June 23, 2014

A Love Affair from Soccer, Shaving, and Vikings

(I can't remember the beginning so we're starting on in the middle)

I was playing in the soccer field with a little boy. I was trying to show him some great soccer moves, but I wasnt that great anymore. He bested me each time. The grass came up to my waist so I tried to blame it on that.

Then a goalie coach who looked like George Lopez but I associated to be a man i had feelings for showed up on the field.

He told me how I needed to be more intense if I was going to be a great goalie. I told him I had the experience and was once the best goalie in my league.

He recalled that once he had coached against my team or something and he remembered how my team was no good, but then he pointed at me and told me how I saved them from an utter close out. That I was everywhere, from what he remembered. I remembered the game too.

Then he said we'd have a shoot out. If he could get the ball past me, he would win but if I stopped it, I won. We.didn't have set terms but it was a very flirtatious thing.

I did my normal routine before a penalty kick, I jogged from pole to pole, touched each, then ended in the middle to jump up and hit the cross bar. I started rough talking to try and freak him out, but then he threw the ball into the corner and the net. I had no way to get to it, but he threw it.  He didn't kick it so I pitched a fit. To where he ended up becoming more flirtatious and started saying something about Thursday. "Come Thursday, you'll see. I'll make you mine."

I didn't know what to ask about Thursday so I just let it hang in the air.

Somehow, through our flirtation, I ended up pinned on the ground with him smiling down at me. Some girls from the team he coached were there and they didn't think anything of it,as young as they were. I tried to chat with the girls a bit.

As I was on the ground, I remembered the last time I had seen him, I had unshaven legs. I had recently shaven them so I stuck one in the air and said "see! I shave, but it grows back quickly so it feels prickly." The girls giggled and he felt my leg and gestured to my nether regions and said, "I'm not so worried about them as I want this taken care of for thursday." In my mind I wanted to tell him I wasnt going to sleep with him because that's the only thing I could think he wanted that taken care of for, but I couldn't. I was too afraid that if I said that he wouldn't like me anymore and I'd never find out what was to come thursday.

So I just blushed and squirmed, trying to unpin myself. Then he leaned over and said something like "let's see how long you let me kiss you" then he pressed his lips to mine. They were wet. It was a nice kiss. Slightly open-mouthed but even as my body wanted to make out with him, I wasnt ready for that step in our relationship. I was sure I was ready for him to kiss me either.

He stayed like that but I couldn't pull away to say I was done because the ground was my pillow and my head couldn't pull back. So I just let my lips become motionless hoping he'd recognize my stopping. He didn't.

Thursday came and we were in this viking-type village. I was lame and in a wheelchair. There were lots of injuries considering we were just in a war. I think I was mauled by a bear.

When he wanted me in the council room where the village meeting would be held, I had no choice but to go. I knew my father had been trying to marry me off but I didn't want to marry this man now, if ever. But he became a very strong part of the group. He went up and said so much as to make the people fear him and respect him. He was saying something about my being lame, but then I was a mermaid with a yellow tail and I could swim through the air. I had scrolls in my hand that said things that could usurp this man trying to wed and bed me.

He noticed them given to me by a friend sitting with me, but I tried to play it off. Eventually he lost interest and continued his speech or whatever it was.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Graduation Chaos and A Romantic Comedy

I was at my graduation. It was strange because it was very unorganized. We hadn't practiced at all and my some friends from high school were also there.

The staff started rolling some pictures of our class from the past few years. When the picture of me came up, they said,"And everyone can stop trying to take Maggie out on a date or confessing their feelings for her."

My mom was sitting next to me and asked if that was true and that a lot of guys asked me out. I just kind of ignored her questioned because I was embarrassed.

Then a guy I knew named Albert leaned over and said he wasn't done and would need to talk to me later.

When we were done, though none of us actually walked across the stage, we went to do a slip-n-slide. It was long and throughout the entire field. We could slip-n-slide over and through ditches and the such.

Then a guy I knew liked me, came up to me and put his arm around me. I wasn't attracted to him and he just told me that he knew I didn't like him so he would back off. Immediately after he said that another friend came up to tell me his feelings for me. It was an awkward thing so I just went into the tent where the reception was taking place and got lunch as he was talking to me.

My dream transferred to where I was a teacher in some random school.

There was another teacher that I was attracted to, but he was kind of known as a jerk so I kept my distance.

I was in my room setting something up and was about to take a shower. (Yes, I was going to take a shower at the school.) I had my towel on when the other guy teacher came into the room. I asked him what I could help him with and he just ignored the question and acted all cocky walking through my room looking for whatever he needed.

Then there was this perfect pink flower from a Japanese Camellia tree that I had on my desk. I had picked it and it had some special meaning to me. He proceeded to pick it up and look at it. I asked for him to put it down, but he refused asking what it was a big deal.

I got up from my desk to try and get it from him. That's when I noticed he didn't have a shirt on and may have been heading to the showers as well. I continued toward him until we were by the window and he leaned out the window a bit with the flower acting like he was going to drop it. I leaned over him to try and grab the flower. My towel opened in the back, but I wasn't worried because no one was at the school that I knew of. He laughed, and I told him not to look. Then I lunged for the flower, and he dropped it. I was so upset! It fell to the parking lot below and looked like it might start to wither soon. I was so beyond upset.

Then it hit me, my towel had fallen off and I was laying on top of this man with his shirt off and just a towel between us. I didn't know what to do. So as we discussed how to try and conserve my modesty, because I didn't trust him not to look,  my mom's friends from the school walk in and see us. They "Ahem" at us and I jump up. I had been full mooning them in my attempt to grab my flower before it fell to the concrete below.

There was no good explanation, and my mom's friends just laughed at me and he smirked.

I walked out of the room with my towel wrapped around me towards the showers in whatever dignity I had left.

Later, after I was out of the shower in a robe of some sort, I sat on a couch with friends and family. The guy from the flower incident, walks in and sits next to me on the couch and shares the blanket I am using.

He puts his hand on my leg, not seductively, but just as if we were dating or something. I didn't say anything, but then I heard him talking to some of my friends/family and he said that he wanted to really date me. That he would do it right and would forget about the incident from earlier and he would respect me.

Later that day, I had taken my students on a little field trip around the school, I saw the flower in the parking lot and realized I had totally forgotten it. I made the decision to just leave it there and see if one of the kids would pick it up to keep it. One girl saw it and said how pretty it was, but mostly they all just left it there.

After school was done, we were back in that room where my friends and family were for a while. He was there again and the same thing happened. He again reassured me and everyone else that he wanted to date. me. It was nice and I felt safe.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

A Christian Conference Reveals a Demon Guy

I was at a conference similar to the Passion Conference that I've been to before, but it was smaller and this was the first time the conference was being held.

The group I had gone with was staying with the reigning pastors of the conference at their home.

They had decided that we would have a worship night before the conference started with just our little group. As we began to worship, I was not into it. I had rather we enjoy the night just getting to know each other and the people we were staying with and the group, as I was knew to it.

Immediately our hosts exchanged glances during worship and went to pray for various people. A girl broke down into tears as they prayed for her. A guy walked away from them instead of receiving the prayer offered him. I thought they would come to me, but they went to another guy in our group. He refused any prayer. He got angry about the whole situation and worship night.

I thought it was weird, but I didn't say anything because I was in a bad mood as well.

The next day we were getting ready for the conference, but I was trying to figure out a way to not go because I was extremely tired. I decided I would try to take a shower while everyone else went to the conference. I told them I would meet them there. As I started getting my stuff together, the guy that refused any prayer angrily came into the room. He wanted to turn the lights out so he could be more comfortable. I argued with him saying that I needed the lights on so that I could get my shower stuff together. Somehow he made the lights start to go out. Just one bulb at a time, the lights were going out. It kind of freaked me out, but he said it was just a coincidence.

Then we started arguing about some spiritual thing. He was saying something along the lines of he wasn't good enough for God's love. I decided I was going to encourage this kid to no end until he understood that God loved him no matter what.

As I looked over at him, the light shifted off of him. He immediately became what I took to be a demon.

His eyes were pure white staring at me without any facial features to speak of. He was pure black. No light, just a silhouette with an evil presence. I thought to myself that I couldn't let it know that I knew what it actually was, but I wasn't entirely sure if it was actually a demon or if was actually a guy just possessed.

When the light swung back in his direction, I just encouraged and told him how great of a guy he was and what not. I felt like I was lying to him, but I just wanted to be safe.