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First story mostly inspired by the movie Split and its just the draft of a story I thought over dinner which if gets a good response will be followed up with further chapters
- Oath Breaker
PS: Ignore the disgusting cover someone didn't quite come through so I had to make due with my trash skills
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Her beauty is quite the intoxicant akin to poppies during summer and I need not be close to feel her effects. Her smell even from here drives my mind in frenzy and as my hands hold the hardened clay. I imagine the warmth it releases as her body, exhuming its wonderous drug, a crude intoxicant and as any drug prolonged distance crafts a craving that lingers in your very soul. With every inch that separates us the thoughts begin to stir and in a millisecond my mind paints a world with just the two of us . However as our distance increases my once pure thoughts linger tainting with every second and my once innocent dreams of grandeur are swooped - alchemised into an abomination incarnated into a lecherous hydra that lusts at her very thought.
To quench the beast I drink my physical intoxicant, a slug of caffeine dampens my thoughts of leer. I begin to study each and every inch of her. Every nick and every curve of her voluptuous physique echos in my mind bouncing from one preposterous scenario to the next never quite settling , the echo can creeps into the depth of my very being all the way into the 9th circle of hell awakening my inner demon.
Oh how I crave her very touch just one touch would calm me- even if it be a second I need it. Every fiber of my being longs for it. My once slurps of caffeine soon transcend into outright downpours burning my esophagus but awakening me from my slumber. If only I had the confidence of Zeus to approach her here and now in an upfront manner , to move with the speed of the cheetah and talk to her with the pride of a lion ,what I would simply do to rack up the courage to talk to her.
Tick tock Desmond, tick tock.
Alas my time is almost up and the time to act has begun. With unscrupulous timing the machine hovers in the horizon, right on time. I move forward and in a meticulous fashion they scream. A harmonious tone strikes my eardrums and my feet simply follow the tune. It is often said that it takes two to tango -I had 1000 partners all moving to my prescribed beat. My movement is meticulous, as I twirl amongst the chaos (in a striking fashion might I add) I prepare my second intoxicant. Amidst the chaos my princess stands and as her fated dance partner I tip her. Before she can join the chorus I hush her allowing my concoction to take affect and with another twirl I heave taking her taking her along with me.
In the end I could never muster the upfront confidence as a certain Greek god but I sure could charm her with the machinations of a certian Norse god.
