A Short Story - A Prickly Sensation One Normal Morning

One normal morning on a normal ordinary day I made my way down the stairs to eat breakfast.  Three quarters of the way down the stairs I saw a man with black hair wearing a light blue button down long sleeve shirt and khaki colored pants standing in the dining room. His back was turned to me. I didn't recognize him so I thought he must be one of my father's friends here for a visit. I thought it odd that he was visiting so early in the morning. It was half past six a.m. As I reached the bottom step he stepped out through the open glass door into our backyard, turned to the right and walked towards the gate that leads to the house next door. Out of curiosity I walked into the dining room and headed to the sliding glass door. It was shut. I didn't recall seeing the man close it. I looked out back, towards the gate, it was padlocked. That's strange, I thought.

My parents walked in and we sat down to breakfast and I forgot all about the incident. It wasn't until after we had eaten and my parents were sitting in the living room watching television that I remembered. I asked my dad who our visitor was this morning. He looked up at me confused and answered, 'No one.' 'Wasn't a man here earlier?' I asked and proceeded to describe him.  My father glanced at my mother confusion written on his face and responded firmly, 'No. No one has been here today.' A prickly sensation went up my spine as I headed back to my bedroom.

*Allene Angelica*
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My Permission

I have wandered
Through a world
Of mist
Seeing through eyes
Of a small girl

With giants in the midst
Of a wasteland
I barely had the fortitude
To stand
On my own two feet

Hellhounds
At my back
Ready to attack

They wanted to
Beat me
Into submission
But I wouldn't give
My permission

So they shall stay
At arms length
As long as
I have the strength
To keep them at bay

In this mist covered world
That I see
Through the eyes
Of a small girl


Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

Spa Day

It's been a while

Since I've spent an

At home

Spa Day

I woke up this morning

After eight hours

Of snoring

That today

Is the day

Of my

Do-It-Yourself

Spa Day

I have everything I need

All of my ingredients

To do the deed

Salt

To scrub up nice

Smooths my skin

To entice

(naughty)

A bit of acid

For my face

Cause it's looking

A mite insipid

And a special light

For my teeth

To keep them

Sparkling white

And of course

A manicure

For my digits

And a pedicure

For my toes

Some tea bags

I've saved

For my eyes

So I can kiss

All my baggages

Goodbye

A leave-in

Conditioning treatment

For my hair

To keep my waves soft

My long strands

Require a lot of care

Yes, today is

Spa Day

Not Spa Hour

Or Spa Minute

Because it takes

All day

Of hard work

To preserve

These looks

I'm sounding

A bit vain

I know

But I intend

To fight to the end

The aging

That descends

On us all

Grow old gracefully?

Oh hell no!

That's my motto!

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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Can I Tell You A Secret?

Can I tell you a secret?

I bet you didn't know

I am happiest in my room

It's where my fingers flow

Did you know there are dragons?

Oh yes they do exist

In my room is where they visit

They're so cute, I can't resist

And fairies!

Did you know I helped them build

A village of mushroom houses?

They were so impressed

They all think

I am quite skilled

And there was a damsel in distress

I met her in my room

As a matter of fact

We haven't spoken for some time

The last I saw her was

I think a few months back

She'd been rescued

And taken away

By a big strong man

I heard a rumor

They were on horseback

Through rough and rocky land

So now you know my secret

My room is where I go

To meet with characters

That I dearly love to know

And I've met a man you see

Who loves his quiet and solitude

Just like me

So together we will sit

In OUR room someday

With our characters and our pens

They will come alive

And together we will play

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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Viridian Shoes

A creature has crept inside

In the night

With its sheer emerald hues

There is naught to do but write

About its dark and vicious tale

And its viridian shoes

It silently creeps in

On its tip tip tippy toe

Pirouettes down the halls

It puts on quite a show

Gracefully sly

With its deceptive smile

Don't bother asking me why

'Cause the answer might be a while

This creature likes to play games

Games of which I want no part

Leave me out just the same

For I fear they may break hearts

Chaos is its claim to fame

Anger uncontrolled its alter ego

To pierce your delicate brain

Is its aim

And then my dear

May the cacophony crescendo

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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I Am An Addict

I am addicted

My heart pounds

Thump, thump, thump

I hunger

Feed me

Nails rake my flesh

If I don't get my fix

I am addicted

Mind is matter

Mad as a hatter

Can't breathe

Sole thoughts

My drug

Need to score

I must have my fix

I am addicted

To the feeling

Of euphoria

I want more

Can't you see

You must know what for

It clouds my senses

Troubles away

I need my fix

I am an addict

Talons have me

In a vice like grip

Feed me

Feed my addiction

To you

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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Me and You

We walked in

To the Smuggler's Bar

At Jamaica Inn

We had driven quite far

That cold, gray January day

It was nice to escape the rain

I ate my first Cornish pasty

As we waited for the deluge to wane

We sat by the window

Looking into each other's eyes

As the room dimmed

And faded from view

All I saw was blue

And I knew

It will always be

Me and you

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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Terpsichore

The Gods

Of old mythology

I studied

As a child

I was drawn

To the library; weekly

To read their stories

Reckless and wild

Of mighty Zeus

His conquests; naughty

Of Hera, his bride

Riddled with jealousy

Oh how she would get so riled

But none

Was more favored by me

As was

Terpsichore

She was a muse of dance

The talented, Terpsichore

One of daughters; nine

Of Zeus and Mnemosyne

As I twirled and whirled

In my room; such fantasy

I would call out her name

To inspire me in my game

And most summer days

It was all the same

To be that child again

Living in my dreams

Such happiness to be found

When all around

All I heard

Were silent screams

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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Mrs. Fry

She walks in with disheveled hair

She looks a fright

Her gait; beefy

With a slight limp on the right

She's put on too much weight

But she can't see

Through the coveting and the hate

It's a sad sad case

For

Mrs. Fry

Her world is small

Though she tries

To stand tall

But everyone just sees

A jealous woman

Who can't see

Through the coveting and the hate

It's a sad sad case

For

Mrs. Fry

All that glitters

Isn't always gold

With her baubles

And colors so bold

But she still can't see

Through the coveting and the hate

She's missed out on a love

That could have been great

And now it's way too late

It's a sad sad case

For

Mrs. Fry

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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Save It For A Rainy Day

This was in my head the other day and flowed out of my fingers. Not sure what to do with it. Maybe put it on the shelf and save it for a rainy day...


Am I still alive? I slowly open my tear filled eyes. I didn't know a person could survive a blast through the chest. I check my extremities for damages. All seem mobile and accounted for. I sit up and wince at the pain. I look down at my body, surprisingly there seems to be little to no external damage. It must be all internal. I will have to do a diagnostic check as soon as I'm able. What happened anyways? I seem to be suffering some memory loss. They say that when you have lapses in memory, it's to protect yourself from the pain. What pain am I protecting myself from?


*Allene Angelica*
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My Madness Or Is It Sadness

Once seen

Can not be unseen

My heart; heavy

Curiosity stabbed me bloody

In all transparency

But it was clouded

By untruths

And I have died

In my drama

But he has shown me the way

Pulled me from madness

Or is it sadness

I can never tell

Of my own creation

Brought the smile back

To my lips

A Piskie resides in me

He says

Brought back

From Cornwall

I don't care

As long as I have him all

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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End Of's and Monsters

Laying here

Thinking of you

Your 'End of's

And your 'Monsters'

At first I didn't have a clue

Laying here

Thinking of you

A smile plays on my lips

As I reminisce

On our time spent and

Our first kiss

Laying here

Thinking of you

My body perspiring

In the heat as I sigh

I can feel you thrusting

Between my thighs

Laying here

Thinking of you

Your large hands

Caressing my skin

I feel them still

Maybe it's what brought

The mood I'm in

Laying here

Thinking of you

Your 'End of's

And your 'Monsters'

A smile plays on my lips

As I reminisce

My body perspiring

In the heat as I sigh

Your large hands

Caressing my skin

The pleasure in your eyes

As I thunder towards heaven

Astride my valiant King

Those fierce and stormy nights

Oh my love

How it feels so right

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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16 Years Ago I Dreamt

It was a dark and damp night

As I walked down the lane

My feet squished in the mud

I wished it hadn't rained

A shiver of fear

Ran down my spine

As I walked ever closer, nearer

To those black iron gates

I walked through

Those stiff iron bars

Up the long lonely path

Silently I wished I was at home

In a warm bubble bath

My feet squished in the mud

One step at a time

In my ears the pounding of my blood

On my body a layer of grime

Next thing

I was whisked away

To a large foyer

With marble floors

And stood there

Was my beloved grandmother

Long gone from this world

Next to her my two sons

Stood quietly watching

As tears flowed from my eyes

There must be some...misunderstanding

You must go

And leave them with me

She said

No this cannot be

I cried

I looked up

And I was back outside

In the middle of the lane

I looked around

And stood on the other side

Of those black iron bars

Were the faces three

That I loved so well

Watching me

As I slowly made my way

Up the lane

My feet squished in the mud

How I wished it hadn't rained

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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Untamed

I felt the rising tide

In the dark lonesome moor

As your turbulent fingers

Whipped through my hair

Pushed and pulled

At my body

Groped my curves

Caressed my soul

The fear excited me

As you angrily lashed

Wind and sand

Against my delicate skin

Your fearsome temper

Pelted hail

Surrounded me

Swallowed me whole

Do not let me enter

Do not let me leave

Make up your mind

For I feel your untamed wildness

And I am answering your call

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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Pure Bliss

It was a cold gray day

Solemn and veiled

Chilled in twilight

As I stepped off the plane

Quietly and purposely

I rolled my suitcase

Down the line

A man walking ahead of me

Turned back and smiled

Disturbed my thoughts

If only for a short while

"Marry me", he said

"Oh you silly man",

I replied

"My heart is waiting for me.

Please believe

He is right outside"

I passed a few bumps

Along the way

Quite annoying

I might say

But I finally

Made it through

The double doors

I see blue

Standing a head taller

Than the crowd

A smile, pure bliss

On our lips

Our first kiss

In the lift

Tentative but true

Oh my darling

I do miss you

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*

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