Monthly Archives: September 2011

Siren Song by Isabelle

Originally published for free consumption at Scattered Thoughts.

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She floats atop the crystal surface of the lake, caressed by a quilted blanket of fog, pale, milky skin made vibrant in the moonlight. It glows against the black depths. Silken blonde petals form a halo around her face. Worn velvet fabric, once a vibrant, spring green, cocoons her in moss-colored foliage.

A water lily.

Side to side she moves. A steady, fluid rhythm.

Naked, upon the embankment he stands, haunted by the final traces of her laughter, a wind chime melody from her lips. Heavy, frigid drops fall from his hair, seep into his lashes, and drip across his torso.

“You must not come here,” he’d warned, when his legs throbbed with the desire to gallop, tangled in the warmth of hers, beneath a heavy blood red moon.

He stood upon the lake’s edge. His eyes became large, obsidian pools within the looking glass. “Let me see what lies beneath.” Persuasive kisses brushed across tense shoulder blades. His Delilah tempted him, again and again, with the searing electricity of her touch. “Change for me. I am not afraid.”

“Go.” He pushed her away roughly. Each limb shook. The burgeoning transformation loosed a wordless cacophony in his mind. The voices of the ones who came before. The ones that would undoubtedly come after. “You must leave and promise never to return.”

“I am not afraid,” she’d repeated, her breath a wispy sigh of mint leaves and exhausted passions; a lover’s whispered promises, a searing kiss to silence insecurities. The water sang.

Resolve withered. She could not have taken back her words if she tried. The first crackling of bone began. A smooth alabaster pelt stretched across his skin. Muscles thrummed. Hooves sank into the moist earth. She gasped. Her eyes widened.

When the air around him stilled, he moved forward. Her scent intensified, surrounded him. He nudged her with his muzzle. Giggles pierced the air. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered onto his forehead. “As I knew you would be.”

Satin fingertips brushed his fur in slow, steady strokes. She circled him, left trails of heat as she explored his new form. He neighed in appreciation, sidled closer. Instinct fought fading human reason. He craved her weight above him, practically quivered with the need.

“Do you want to ride?” she asked playfully. Immediately he bent low. Nimble fingers clutched his mane. Strong thighs locked astride his back. He huffed, eager to dash into eternity.

The ground rumbled beneath him. “Do you hear that?” she asked, her voice quiet, childlike. He stilled. Faint beams of light gave a slow, steady pulse from the center of the lake. The water sang its soothing lullaby. He fought the pull, tried to turn away, but his eyes remained fixed on the light.

Her hot breath brushed against his ears. “Fly,” she whispered. At her command, he leaped. She fitted her body against him, held him as though he would keep her safe. The watery grave swallowed the remains of her laughter.

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thephoneix’s bookbag spills open…Win a $25 Amazon Giftcard

It feels like forever since the last time I’ve posted in the Hollow. Between work and yeah it’s mostly work I find myself with less time on my hands to sneak in a book. Le sigh. I always say one should read a book a week if not a day, but that could be my book addiction talking. Hee. Anyway to get back into the swing of things and hopefully (crosses fingers) to start writing book reviews again I’ve come up with a small contest to keep us entertained. Well at least I hope everyone is entertained when reading my reviews.

The contest is pretty simple and rules are stated below. As for the prize, well I’m going to give away a $25 Amazon Giftcard which you can use however you want to. I might give away two, but it depends upon the response. Good luck everyone!

Rules:

Just answer the two following questions in a comment below: 1) What’s your favorite book and 2) What book are you currently reading right now. Pretty simple right? Contest runs from Sept. 23rd to October 31, 2011.

The winner(s) will be picked randomly and the results will bebe announce on Nov. 1, 2011, so good luck to you all and don’t forget to enter.


Capable by Lisa

This isn’t really YA. Read it anyhow.

He was almost surprised that the gas station was running as he pushed the dusty metal handle of the glass door.

Dusty. As if it would be anything else. This was the desert—everything was dusty.

It didn’t exactly look like a five-star establishment, either. The refrigerated shelves lining the walls were sparsely filled and water dripped sporadically from the corner of a swamp cooler on the wall. The fluorescent lights buzzing over his head gave much less light than the mind-dazzling sun outside. Part of him welcomed the change—the familiarity of it—and part of him wanted to run back to the vastness of outdoors, something that had been denied him for too long.

He headed towards the beverages, reached in for a sports drink, gritting his teeth as the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt chafed against his wrists, where the skin was raw and red. He chuckled softly. Finally free of their metal restraints, covered in soft cotton, the welts there ached more than they had in years.

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The Night the Sky Split by Lisa

It happened the night the sky split.

It was all over the news. The Milky Way would be extra-visible due to atmospheric somethingorother. The scientist were explaining it left and right. The pictures, they said, would be breathtaking. And they were.

But no one saw what I saw.

I was out at the lake with my family that weekend. We were all staying out to watch the sky darken, to watch the stream of light that seemed to tear the sky in two. I’d seen the Milky Way before, but only as a dim trail across the sky. Not this vibrant, violent thing.

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