Damned Words 21

Three
Hunter Shea

An unfettered caress. A sigh against your breast. I burn inside when I’m in your presence, the flame of my lust pressed against your cold indifference. Does it bother you when I touch you there? Oh no, you always liked that. Ah, but the sweet, supple beauty entangled in your arms, that is where our joined path diverged.

I still hear your pained refusals, wild jealousy and bleating about love lost. You never understood my love had grown twofold. If only you had said yes, you would feel my hardness. Now who is harder? Are you quivering in your encasement?


Wrath
Brian Moreland

For thousands of years, the lovers had stood frozen in their last embrace. A resting post for countless birds. An enigma to Greeks and tourists who passed through Athens’s ruins. When the Gorgon’s curse finally lifted, the statues’ stone flesh cracked and crumbled, freeing the punished immortals. Euryale and Belen hugged tighter and kissed. The longing in their hearts burned hotter, turned to fury. Euryale’s head erupted into a mane of writhing snakes. Belen’s eyes filled with fire. Seeking vengeance, the Gorgon and demon left the ruins in search of Euryale’s sister, Stheno. The bitch would suffer for cursing them.


Marble
Joseph A. Pinto

Lover yearns, yet the passion remains frozen. Lover craves, yet the need goes unfulfilled. Blind for so long, lover ignores the fragments of self left abandoned atop the floor. It serves lover right.

Now lover searches for truth where all flows smooth and cold. And the eyes that hold lover gaze like still, distant moons. How slick the irony under lover’s needy fingers. For all lover has sought now captured by the deft hand of another. An ache left to harden as lover grows old with time. A masterpiece by love’s standard, yet for all appearances left to stand unwhole.


A Work of Endearment
Lee A. Forman

Her beauty embellishes all my eyes can witness; the world glimmers even in the dark of a moonless night. With a voice that put songbirds to shame, she’d captivated me with only words. I could never let her go. Not in life—or death. As I stare into her eyes, layer after layer crafts the perfection we’ll share once we depart. A tear rolls down her cheek and rests where the white plaster has already dried. Soon the artist I hired will finish his work, encasing us in eternity. We’ll be cast together, molded into forever, never to be apart.


A Toast to Finality
John Potts Jr.

“My sweet,” Elizabeth gazed to Lawrence, swooning with eyes pitted in aged decay. “This starry night witnessed our enemies anguish; to bathe in those screams fluttered my undead heart like our love’s first kiss so long, long ago. Blood rained from our horde, soaking earth with entrails so crimson that the Sun itself will only find jealousy on the coming morn. And the fires! We danced as one, consuming with restless hunger that rose to the hymn of our retribution.”

Life embraced death and chalice drained to the backdrop of scorched lands, warming from afar the finality of reaped vindication.


Eternal
A.F. Stewart

Without end, I gaze upon the face of my death. That perfect face of alabaster marble. How did she taint the spell? How did she curse me? It should have worked, I should have won my immortality. She tricked me. Locked us forever in this embrace of stone.

I tried to warn him. Tried to take back what he stole. The urn was never to be opened, never to leave the temple. Why did he betray me? Why? He destroyed everything. Now I must spend eternity staring at the man who condemned our world to the Fate of Living Stone.


Human
Jon Olson

What is this thing? This monstrosity latching onto my arm and shoulder. It is so vile, wretched, and pathetic. Eyes embedded in a completely formed face stare at me; full of life and emotion. The warm flesh against my skin makes me shudder. Whoever would have expected to come across such a creature? Surely not me or my forebears. Although, I recall something mentioned by the Old Ones. Once there was a creation… no, an abomination. Left to their own free will, they destroyed themselves. This thing gazing at me cannot be one of them. It cannot be a human…


Fire Stone
Nina D’Arcangela

In your eyes, I watch a universe ignite, I see the molten glow; I feel its blaze encompass all. I watch the birth of a new awareness, the awakening of cruel indulgence; one in which brutality, suffering, and eventual indifference will serve far better than kind gentility. Your veneer smooth, your tone unblemished; your surface nearly opalescent, yet I know the fierceness that rages below rends innumerable fractures that will reveal fissures of choice not circumstance. A tragedy that will split the world in two.

Guttering now, the light surrenders. I stare into a vast emptiness as your eyes cool.


Immortal Love
Mark Steinwachs

They wanted to be together, their love for the ages. Athanasios promised he could help. By the time the couple realized what was going on, it was too late. The elixir to help them relax rendered their limbs useless, allowing the artist to move them into position. “Gaze upon each other, this pose is for eternity,” Athanasios said as he painted them with his unique blend of alabaster, making sure to cover every inch of them.

***

“This statue is called Immortal Love, by master Greek sculptor Athanasios,” the museum guide said. “He is well known for his incredibly life-like carvings.”


Pact
Veronica Magenta Nero

She placed the intricate glass bottle in my hands, her cool fingers curling over my own. Her head tipped back, offering a mouth to kiss, seducing me into complacency. A kiss to seal the deal. That’s when I poured it in. The elixir slipped down her pearly throat, poisoning her with her own magic.

We had made a pact but I backed out. I never wanted to be like her – perfect in every visible way, of timeless beauty, immortal. I want to age and die. Each hard earned wrinkle building in number and depth, until my body resembles a nest.


A Whole New Meaning
Christopher A. Liccardi

The rule was simple; unbreakable. These two, the latest two, had broken that rule. Something else was simple, the punishment. Here, stoning had a whole new meaning. The couple was washed, cleaned of all their sins. They were posed for the village to see and they were cast in stone; alive. The offending parts were snapped or chiseled off, mechanical castration for both parties. Then, the crowd watched until the moaning stopped. Sometimes, that took days. Most of them thought death was caused by starvation. I know better; I swung the hammer.

They have one rule here and its unbreakable…


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11 responses to “Damned Words 21”

  1. afstewart says :

    Excellent stories, loved them all.

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  2. Angel with dirty wings says :

    Oh mighty pens thank you so much for this! It is just what I need after 3 weeks living out of a suitcase, it was the best afternoon nap story ! (Don’t judge we have been on the go for like 28 days and I’m pregnant and could Ireland!) as always fabulous writing , with sprit and feeling and just the right amount of Grrrrr! Awdw X

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    • Nina D'Arcangela says :

      Congratulations, Angel!!!! I’m ecstatic for you guys! A wonderful gift offered back this morning! And if you are in the area, maybe we can arrange a meet and greet. As always, thank you for the compliments. You are as gracious as you are loyal, Awdw!! Many hugs headed your way! ❤

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      • Angel with dirty wings says :

        Why thank lovely lady! It was the reason I had a few weeks away from you all ! No offence meant but blood and guts made me want to puke! Hopefully peanut and raspberry are going to play fair now!!! Ohhhhh that could be fun! Drinking with the damned! It would have be a day when the frog is with us and also big Steve and mus to, we is not allowed to meet folk for the first time on are own😊 It’s the rules! (FYI I have 14 pages of the blinking things) at least I would be sober (I’m a light weight) and we’d keep collars on! Just don’t ask me to play darts, pool or cards, cos I can’t do that sober! Owwww off to find suitable clothing now!!! (My skinny jeans don’t do up and I have a long way to go!) also adding , and only cos not everyone is keen or happy with are life style , but we are a poly, bi open , committed and D/s family, and not to everyone’s taste. Oh and I swear like a dockside navy!

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  3. Angel with dirty wings says :

    PS – noting a fair few of you are in the NJ or NYC area, I am giving you all fair warning , as of the 15th of this month you may wish to lock your doors of a night or take a little extra care. Myself , the grumpy frenchie and the girls(Babe, Kitten , and Our little bear) , will be coming your way ! Mostly looking at houses, finding colleges and in my case eating for 3. But we will also be having some fun , the frog will be working (boooo) and spending a huge amount in Victoria’s scerts😁 Oh and it will also be are night of the Cain, so the collars will be coming off , and we all know what that means! Carnage! Lol Awdw X

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  4. Hunter Shea says :

    Great stories, all! Oh the places our warped minds go.

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  5. John Potts Jr says :

    Heart warming and horrific. There is beauty in the sanguine abandonment of tales written here. Good job everyone!

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  6. Nina D'Arcangela says :

    Another collection I’m proud to be a part of… you guys knocked it out of the park. Love the interpretations and the varying voices! 😀

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  7. Veronica Magenta Nero says :

    Really enjoyed these, good work Damned ones !

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  8. Joseph Pinto says :

    I say this all the time, but I think this is my favorite part of being a member of the Damned! To read what all you craft based from the image we are given is simply incredible! This week was again sublime!!!

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