CRACK ME DOWN (for Karen) Emma was twenty nine, from Manchester and single. She had a four year old daughter called Kate. Emma was an only child, her mum died of cancer and her dad lived in Sheffield. They’re not very close; he was an absent father. There were only two childhood friends who stuck by each other through a variety of events: first boyfriends, starting work, getting married, first kids and splitting up. All shared experiences. Alison and Lisa were Emma’s friends, having known one another since Secondary School, aged eleven. Unbroken bonds of friendship, unbreakable? They all went on holiday to Spain after leaving school, at sixteen. Getting drunk, chasing guys, being chased in return, met some Spanish lads, were rescued by English teenagers and fled the fight that erupted. The lads fought it out; the girls ran and laughed madly. This holiday brought them closer together and more mad times followed, both good and bad, over the coming years. Emma went for her first tattoo with Alison and Lisa when they were all eighteen. Each had a butterfly design, the same but with different colours. Emma’s was blue, Alison’s green and Lisa’s red. Now over a decade later, the tats were a bit faded but still looked cool and got noticed by people who asked what they meant and why all three girls had them. Individual eye catching tattoos, symbolic in their meaning of a shared bond of friendship, joint experiences and a sense of freedom and femininity. When their butterfly tattoos were done, they came from events that happened in each of their lives. Within the space of two years of their holiday, the girls met various boyfriends. They were happy at first. Emma met Pete. He was twenty eight, a decade older than her, was a car salesman and appeared a gentleman. His niceness stopped there. Over the three months they were together, Pete used, abused and seduced Emma. Then left. Emma was a mess. Her friends were there for her, wiping away her endless tears and listening to her pour her heart out. Alison met Oliver. He was a year older and on the dole. Being a nice guy, she was okay on the fact he was skint all the time. They had a two week romance; he took her pride, a grand in cash and most importantly, her virginity. And was never caught, getting away with it. Alison was Oliver’s doormat. Emma and Lisa were there for her. Lisa met Jason, a twenty five year old boxer. He used his skills on her dad after a late night out after her father complained. Jason got the red mist and left the older man in a wheel chair. The six month romance meant nothing to him, nor did his three month stint in jail after the assault trial collapsed. Lisa was terrified to give evidence. The other girls never left her side and supported their scared friend. The three girls swore to look after each other and never let a man upset, use or abuse them ever again. They went and got inked, having butterflies on their right shoulders. Each picked a colour, their favourite. The tats represented closeness, friendship, femininity especially in bad situations and freedom. They played like butterflies, flitting from bar to bar, from man to man before any got too close, taking what they wanted always being free. Past lessons were learnt, lifetime promises of friendship endured. Would it endure a new holiday and all it entailed? They would book it next week and find out. Emma reminisced on her youthful times with her mates. Now, they were still young and planned a new holiday back to Spain to remember their earlier times and have a new adventure. Emma attracted all the lads, nice ones and bad ones. Her blond hair and grey eyes captured many hearts, she was a fey lass who was a Tinker Bell and liked to get her way. Being a party person she loved girly get togethers in one of their flats or a night out. Many such nights were in Manchester, involving loud music, smudged lipstick and lots to drink. Especially for Emma, who was single. She paid a baby sitter to watch Kate. Her job as a fashion designer pays for her frivolous life style. On a recent night out, the girls planned their new holiday to Benidorm. Emma had a range of new clothes to take, Lisa a new hairdo to show off and Alison cash from her new job to spend. *** In Spain, it was hot. The three girls were on the beach; all wore fetching bikinis and nothing else. Their figures were still trim and very noticeable by the passing guys in swimming trunks. Ignoring these, the girls acted aloof and chatted amongst themselves. Emma whispered, “I do like that blond body builder over by the rocks. You see him?” Lisa and Alison glanced to where their friend indicated with her head. Their glance was quick and went unnoticed by the large muscled man. But he noticed their sexy bodies and the promise each scantily clad body held. “Very nice. The question is there’s three of us and one of him. Who will have him?” Alison commented, nodding slowly. She risked another glance. “Yes indeed. We could all share him,” laughed Lisa, rolling her eyes and smirking. Emma stammered a reply, “You what? That’s naughty Lisa. I saw him first, so if anyone should have a choice of him, it should be me. Anyhow, he’s not my type. Too much muscle. He’s probably a himbo.” “I think he’s quite sexy, all that toned flesh and who cares if he has the intelligence of a moron,” Lisa replied, “he might be able to go all night!” “Yes just imagine that, all night long. Making love seven times, not getting a wink of sleep,” Alison added to the conversation, which was rapidly going downhill. Her face was a look of sheer delight. “Right you two, enough of that! We came here to have a break and chill. Yes we can party but enough of that talk, for now. I want to get a tan,” Emma said, silencing the talk. The other girls glanced at the man, to Emma and then out to sea. What were they thinking? *** A day later in an exotic Spanish restaurant, the girls were eating a three meal and were dressed to kill; very sexy looking ladies. The starter had been eaten and they were waiting for the main course. Conversation was light and on a number of topics. Lisa was chatting to Emma when Alison’s attention was drawn to the door. A man walked in. He was instantly recognisable, even in his expensive Armani suit which clung to his body like a second skin, barely hiding his fine physique. Crikey! It’s the body builder from the beach. I hope the other girls don’t see him. It’ll be handbags at dawn if they do. I wonder if I can get the man’s room number? I’d love to spend some time with him, thought Alison, running a hand through her hair. Her eyes remained on the man. This wasn’t unnoticed. “Alison what are you staring at? Is our conversation boring you?” Lisa commented, looking at her friend. Emma stopped talking about music and followed Alison’s stare. It led straight to the muscle man that Emma had originally spotted on the beach. Oh my! He looks fit! “It’s him! The muscle man,” Alison said, regaining the use of her voice. “He looks a million dollars,” Emma gasped, suddenly feeling light headed. “Hands off girls, he’s mine,” Lisa added, nodding in affirmation. The damage was done. The body builder spotted the ladies and walked purposely over. In seconds he was with them, towering over the girls. He was a man mountain of muscle and sinew. “Hello ladies. How is your evening? You don’t mind if I join you, do you?” he politely asked. Silence descended, each young woman was speechless and spellbound. It was really him, the body builder! He looked even better close up and in a sharp stylish suit. A walking god! If a man could be called beautiful, this one certainly was. He dealt with the embarrassing silence by saying, “I’m sorry for interrupting your meal. Maybe I’ll come back another time?” “No, no don’t go. Please join us, there’s another seat next to Lisa,” Emma stammered. Was she taking charge of the situation or hoping the man would pick her? It was always about boy meets girl, wasn’t it? “Yes, sit here next to me,” Lisa said, moving the empty chair out. “Thank you, I think I will then. It’s an honour to meet such nice ladies, it really is,” replied the man, smiling. He sat down in a graceful movement. His size didn’t make him clumsy; it accentuated his poise and style. “Nice to meet you. We saw you on the beach the other day,” Lisa said. “I’m Lisa.” “Ah yes, when I was doing my exercises. My name is Rudy,” the muscle man said, introducing himself. “And I’m Emma and this is Alison,” Emma added, forcing a smile. This is one I can lose. It’s blatantly obvious that Alison and Lisa want to bed Rudy. Just look how Alison looks at him and how close Lisa is sat near him! I must keep cool and not look an idiot. Or he won’t want me. “Nice to meet you. I think you all look very nice and lady like. I do approve,” Rudy complimented. He closely looked at each lady and saw their butterfly tattoos. The girls’ shoulders were all bare on this warm evening. “And what are those? You all have the same tattoos?” “Yes, we have the same body art,” replied Emma. She wanted Rudy and tried not to show it. “Do you like them?” asked Lisa, only inches away from Rudy. She sensed what he was capable of and could hardly compose herself. Did he know the affect he was having upon the girls? “They’re quite unique and it’s different when you all have them and each is a different colour. Yes, I like them very much. What do they mean?” Rudy replied. “They mean closeness, friendship, femininity and freedom. We’re all free spirits,” Alison explained. He can have part of my free spirit later, oh yes! “No man will ever pin us down or capture us,” Emma said. Was it too late now? Was the cat amongst the pigeons? “We had a number of bad experiences with men some time ago and decided to stick together and never let it happen again. Not with any man.” “That’s some reason to have tattoos, it really is. I’ve never heard anything like it. A powerful reason,” Rudy gasped, taken in by the girls’ bond of unity and determination through the years. Did he know that he himself was right now, a very threat to what the girls had agreed to all those years before? “Yes, it’s quite different isn’t it?” Lisa commented. “Ah look, here comes the waiter with our main course meal.” The young Spanish waiter hurried over carrying three plates full of food. God knew how he didn’t drop them. The conversation stopped while the waiter took the empty plates and glasses and took new drink orders. Rudy asked if he could order a cold beer. It was okay to, Emma nodded. “I’m very impressed with you all, thanks for letting me join you,” Rudy said. “Everything about you all is unique and beautiful.” “We’re glad you joined us. You have a male beauty all of your own,” Emma whispered. The other two girls were strangely quiet. Were they planning something? “Thank you Emma. It’s an honour to join you.” The drinks arrived and the four people quietly drank. Each was left with their own thoughts and views on this encounter. Lisa and Alison both read one another’s minds and planned to steal the muscle man from Emma, they knew she liked him very much from the way she avoided their eyes. When would they both act? Would Emma be mad? Minutes ticked by and dessert was ordered, along with more drinks. Emma and Rudy chatted amongst themselves, as if the other two girls weren’t there. Lisa and Alison exchanged words now and again. Neither was happy but not showing it. Finally the meal was over and the bill ordered. “Let me pay your bill ladies,” Rudy suddenly said. Before anyone could object, especially Emma, he took his bulging leather snakeskin wallet out and took out the cash. With one hand he indicated for the waiter to come over and paid the bill. He left a large tip. “Rudy, you didn’t have to pay our bill,” Emma stammered, taken aback. “We don’t even know you,” Lisa said. “Thanks a lot Rudy,” Alison added. “The pleasure is all mine. Thanks for letting me join you and drink with you. I must go now, I’ll see you soon. Of that I’m sure. I’m staying in the Sheridan Hotel, Room 109,” Rudy smoothly replied. He was a really professional player. All of the girls would be calling up to his room. “Thanks, see you soon,” the girls replied together, as Rudy finished his drink and left the three women. Their eyes never left him till he was out of sight. *** Lisa went up to Room 109 to see Rudy, creeping out of her friends’ room as they soundly slept. She went up the dark stairway to Rudy’s room. Shadows danced over her mousy brown hair and her grey eyes shone with mischief. In her mind she knew what she was doing was wrong; her friends would be hurt but her heart said do it. Lisa climbed the stairs. At Rudy’s door, she waited for a minute composing herself. Then she knocked. Seconds ticked slowly by and her heart thudded in her chest. After an age, his door opened. Rudy stood there, before the darkened room, naked. A candle illuminated the scene. How romantic thought Lisa, oh my, he’s naked! “I knew you would come to me,” Rudy whispered, stepping aside to let Lisa enter. He looked longingly at her bare legs under her white t shirt. “Yes, I’m here. Did you think I wouldn’t come?” the young woman said to the alpha male who stood before her. He closed the door and stepped toward the girl; she didn’t step back. His arms embraced her and she felt fire course through her body, something making her feel alive. It was her who initiated the kiss. She placed her hand on his neck and drew his face to hers and they kissed. She is perfect. Lisa is wonderful, Rudy thought as he held Lisa. His strength was immense but he treated her like a butterfly, for he knew she was delicate even though her kisses were passionate. For ten minutes they stood kissing, eyes closed letting their emotions rule their hearts. Feeling of joy and well being made him reluctant to break their embrace. It was Lisa who did so. “To the bed…” was all she said. It was six steps to the bed and they took their time. Rudy lifted up and took off Lisa’s t shirt in one swift movement, she didn’t object. It fell to the floor. In the candle light Lisa was stunning, so was Rudy. This was how it was intended all along, from exchanging looks on the beach. The body builder pushed his lady gently down onto the luxurious King Size bed; she was so small under his enormous frame. His cock was erect and it brushed her thigh, her body shuddered. “Oh Lisa, you’re perfect,” Rudy whispered, kissing Lisa once on her lips and moving down her face to her neck. Here he lingered for a minute, sending her into dreamy oblivion. Moving lower, he found her breasts and kissed them in turn, sucking her nipples and stroking her breasts. I’m in heaven, nothing can be better than this. “My Rudy, you’re perfect. Take me,” replied Lisa, holding his erect member in her hand and guiding it home. She wanted him and she knew he knew it. Moving her body, she guided him home and accommodated his eight inch cock. He thrust deeply into her and she wrapped her legs around his pounding shapely arse, to endure his rapid rhythm. It was obvious he knew what he was doing. Groans came from the couple; they were two people in harmony with one another. Each giving something to the other and creating a union they would never forget. Lisa started to cum; her orgasm built up and jolted her body making her move even faster. Her hair was over her face and she screamed and shouted Rudy’s name when he mercilessly made love to the maiden before him. When he shot his load, he moaned and groaned like a man possessed, looking at her through half closed eyes, he struggled for breath while kissing Lisa. For an age their orgasm was a joint thing, created by them. Finally it was over… *** Later, Lisa crept back down the stairs to her room. She silently entered and went back to bed totally unaware of Alison watching her and knowing what had happened. After half an hour, Alison rose and went to Rudy to repeat Lisa’s actions. Was this all planned or coincidence? Lisa was soon asleep, tired out by her crazy passionate time with her new lover. Alison climbed the stairs and went to Room 109 where Rudy was. She knocked lightly and didn’t wait for a reply, quickly entering and shut the door. Her eyes became accustomed to the candle light and she saw a dark form on the bed; it was Rudy, completely naked. She ran her eyes over his shadowy form and knew he was facing her. Lisa beat me to him but I’ll have my fun with him. “Hello young lady. I see you took my invitation and came to join me,” Rudy commented. With one hand he beckoned his guest over. She immediately joined him. “I know you made love to my friend Lisa, I saw her return. Now you can have me. Show me how you treat a lady,” Alison replied, running her hand up Rudy’s thigh. His skin was smooth and the muscle firm like steel. They moved closer and kissed. Rudy moved his hand up Alison’s silk nightshirt. He felt her body and moaned deeply, his hand finding her breasts. What an angel. “Do it now, do it now Rudy. Make love to me!” she whispered between kisses. “Soon my dear, soon.” He held her in his perfectly sculpted arms like an artist holding a unique artwork of infinite value. Their kissing was a river of lust, building to a waterfall of love. There was no time here, only two lovers. When they made love, it was slow at first and then frantic like it was the end of the world. Alison cried for the love she had never known, for her heart had never felt like this. What was happening? Was her soul finally healed after years of pain from being broken hearted? Not even her friends knew how much she hurt inside. Only her frail green butterfly tattoo had stopped her from committing suicide. “Don’t cry my dear Alison. I’m here for you. Shh, don’t cry my love. No one will hurt you, I’ll protect you,” Rudy consoled her. He kissed her tears and held her close. He felt her body shudder in sadness and stroked her hair, soothing her. “I’ve been hurt so many times and no one understands. Now even my friends. All I have known is pain from men in my life, they use and abuse me. You’re the only one I’ve ever told that to,” she quietly said. A single tear ran down her cheek. “A woman should never cry. Not over a man. You have an inner strength that few people have. I respect you for that. Don’t be sad Alison; you make me sad because you cry.” “You don’t need to be sad for me,” Alison tried to laugh. “I’m a mess inside, it’s as simple as that and I’m not strong. I’m weak and just a boring girl.” “I admire you spirit and honesty and beauty. No, you’re not weak. You’re special and beautiful and I love you for who you are. Really, I do,” Rudy commented, kissing her once on the forehead and holding her close. “Thank you Rudy.” Alison closed her eyes and dozed, her sadness replaced by happiness and a new belief in herself. *** Emma woke in the morning and stretched in her bed. She looked tiredly round their room in the new dawn light and stopped in horror. Alison wasn’t there! She knew right away where she was; in Room 109 with Rudy! Lisa was still asleep and Emma quietly got up and went to confront her friend and her new lover. She was numb and angry. How dare Alison do this. How dare she, she knew I liked Rudy. Coming to Room 109, Emma opened the door and peered inside. Two people were in bed asleep. She knew who they were. “Hey you two, how dare you do this!” shouted Emma. Tears of rage streamed down her cheeks and the two sleeping forms came rapidly to life, waking up with a start and sitting up in shock. Tired eyes stared at the intruder. “Eh? What the hell?” Rudy said. “Oh no, Emma…” from Alison. “That’s right Alison, its Emma your friend. Or we we’re friends before you did this!” “Calm down love, its fine. Don’t get stress,” the body builder said, placing an arm lazily around Alison. She moved closer to him. “Don’t you even talk to me, you himbo! You haven’t got the sense you were born with!” Emma snapped. “Emma chill out, we’re having some fun,” Alison commented. The look of betrayal was clear to see. “Shut your fucking mouth you bitch! Don’t ever call yourself my friend again, do you hear? I mean it Alison.” “Emma, don’t say such things…” the naked girl stammered, realising what she had done. She looked at Rudy and to Emma. “This has gone too far, I want you to leave the room. Now!” Rudy shouted, pointing with his free hand. The other still embraced Alison. It was obvious they were in this together. Emma was the intruder, in the room and in the sense that she hadn’t fucked Rudy. “Before I go, I’ll say this. You two deserve one another. If I ever see you again Rudy I will claw your fucking eyes out and cut your prick off, so you understand? As for you Alison, this friendship of ours is over. You made your choice when you joined lover boy there.” Emma gained strength through her anger and turned to leave the room. She was stopped by a final verbal bullet from Rudy. It was devastating. “Give my regards to Lisa. She’s a good lover, different from Alison. Shame I never had you Emma, I’d like to see how you compare to your friends.” “Fuck you both…” Emma shouted and left the room. She didn’t close the door. *** Lisa was in bed pretending to be asleep. She knew Emma was upstairs at Room 109 and she doubted it was three in a bed, more like a confrontation. This was proven to be correct when Emma stormed into the room and hurriedly grabbed her things. Lisa sat up and watched her friend put on a pair of cut down jeans, her sandals and head for the door. “Wait, Emma, please don’t go. Where are you going? Come back,” Lisa cried red in the face. Her betrayal was obvious. “Be quiet!” snapped Emma, picking up her mobile phone, money and passport. “I can explain. Listen to me.” “Fuck off you whore! You should be up there in Rudy’s bed with Alison. I know what you did, you pair of cunts!” “Don’t call me that. It was only some fun. It’s still not too late for you to fuck Rudy. We planned it all out,” Lisa said, crying. “You’re even more of a cow than Alison is. I’m flying home alone. Our friendship is over. Don’t try to call me ever again.” Emma left the room and slammed the door. *** Emma was aboard Olympic Flight 457 heading back to England. She tried to sleep but couldn’t. In her mind she saw Alison and Rudy in bed together and Lisa doing the same thing, earlier on. My two best friends, conniving against me to fuck some body builder they don’t even know. Both of them knew I liked him and fancied him. How dare they! We can never be friends now, not ever. When I get back home, I’m having my stupid butterfly tattoo removed. It doesn’t mean anything now, except pain and betrayal. Those bitches! The silver airliner flew majestically through the clear blue sky at forty one thousand feet. On the weather radar a big cold front was visible, reaching up to forty five thousand feet. The jet couldn’t climb over it; it was at maximum height. The pilot radioed Air Traffic Control and changed course. On a parallel course ten thousand feet higher and invisible to radar or the human eye, a silver flying disc followed the jet. A witch was inside. She had a bad feeling something terrible would happen. Yes we had some good times but now it’s time to move on and think of myself for once. I’ll change my number, email and block those two bitches on facebook. If they contact me, I’ll have them done for harassment. Time for a new start. Some good can come out of this, Emma thought, opening her eyes and looking out of the window. She saw huge grey clouds and jagged flashes of lightning. Then felt the turbulence hit, making the twin engine airliner lurch sickeningly. The Wear Seatbelt sign came on and the pilot made an announcement on bad weather and a change of course. Juniper’s Daughter knew the airliner was heading for a storm. The black grey clouds towered up to her altitude. Opening up a vision window, the witch saw the jet slowly turn away from the wall of cloud. It was too late! Lighting reached for the frail metal plane. And found its mark. “I must save the airliner from the storm and all aboard,” Juniper’s Daughter commented. She dipped the nose of her disc and arrowed down to the plane. “Just brilliant,” Emma muttered. The passenger next to her heard her remark and nodded in agreement. Things became bad. A flash of lighting and a bang shook the whole airframe. A small of burning filled the cabin. Suddenly the turbulence became worse and the jet nose dived. Emma checked her lap belt and took a deep breath; her stomach was in free fall. Something was wrong. The airliner was in a dive and not flying level. Was the pilot trying to fly under the storm? Juniper’s Daughter was flying a hundred metres above the crippled airliner. She saw lighting repeatedly hit the plane. She energised her laser system to hold it in a tractor beam and guide the jet to safety. When she was just about to lock on it happened. A massive bolt of lighting hit flying disc and a surge of energy smashed into the jet with a billion volts, upending it and sending it off course, upside down. The witch was knocked unconscious and was unable to help. She was in danger of dying herself. Her craft fell to the ocean like an autumn leaf. A whine indicated the engines were at full power and the plane vibrated. Luggage storage lockers popped open and bags and duty free bottles fell out, concussing several passengers. A stewardess who was trying to calm the passengers was thrown to the ceiling like a spider in a web. Panic gripped the cabin and the airliner rolled upside down, beginning its death dive into the cold choppy ocean many miles below. Two hundred and sixty seven souls were aboard the Olympic airliner. One was an upset young lady called Emma. *** Lisa and Alison stayed in Spain having fun with Rudy. They were certain Emma would come round and forgive them for their little erotic escapade when they got home. Lisa was watching the news in a bar when a news flash came up of an airliner going missing over the Mediterranean. She knew it was Emma’s plane. Sickness filled her entire body and she ran screaming from the bar, looking for Alison. Alison was with Rudy in the pool, chilling out and enjoying their time together. Both looked up in alarm when Lisa ran towards them. She was hysterical. The couple hadn’t heard of the air crash. “Emma’s plane has crashed. She’s dead…” “What? What did you say?” Rudy asked, incredulous. “Lisa, you’re not making sense. We’ll see Emma next week when we return home,” Alison said. Is Lisa playing a joke on us? “She’s dead, God damn you! Her jet went down; it was on the fucking news!” Lisa screamed, weeping and collapsing to the floor. Alison got out of the pool and went to embrace her distraught friend. Rudy athletically climbed out and ran to the bar. He had a word with the waiter, who switched on the satellite TV. Rudy turned up the volume and they all heard the truth: “Olympic Flight 457 nose dived into the Mediterranean Sea after flying into a thunderstorm. It is feared all aboard are lost. Wreckage has been found and the search for survivors is continuing. No one has been found alive at the moment. Three bodies have been found…” Rudy’s eyes never left the large plasma TV. He started to cry. This was his fault! Oh my God. What have I done? If I hadn’t seduced the two girls, Emma wouldn’t have left for England and she’d still be alive. How can I live with this? What have I done? Alison and Lisa wept like children. They were as guilty as Rudy. What had they done? *** Two days later three bodies were found at the base of a cliff, smashed apart on jagged rocks and soaked by ocean spray. The broken body of a body builder and two English ladies with butterfly tattoos. A fourth body, with a butterfly tattoo, lay trapped one thousand metres under the Mediterranean Sea, in a crushed and broken airplane. Four young people, three who had endured so much, were together in heaven. Juniper’s Daughter was trapped in her damaged flying disc four miles from the airliner. Her craft was invisible to sonar and not found by those looking for the jet. Was the witch dead too?
SPIRIT
When you saw me at the spiritual church you were as shocked as I was, we talked for a while and you gave me a lift home. I gave you my number and you said you’d text me. I tried to call you as I saw you in the phone book. My mate says you’ll be good for me if we go out, he dated you before and now you don’t speak. I remember twenty years ago when we could have gone out, my head was full of teen angst and now I ask what if? My angst now is different than back then, more dangerous. I think I’m a bit like you inside. So full of ghosts I hardly know myself, what I want or who I am.
The curse of life is strong with me. All I know is that I don’t understand the reasons why or answers to any question I ask in this fucked up life. I do know I was impressed by your nice sophisticated look; you remind me of a lady in a band I adore His Latest Flame. Karen did my Tarot reading and said a fiery blond lady with a cat, someone very feminine and girly, happy and popular. Would she have time for me? And break down the barriers to my heart and embrace my soul and me for who I am, not fight or fear me cos I’m different? Is that you, who I’ve known since the mid 80s?
I’m more confused than ever and need to get on the right path in life, this three and a half year road to ruin will do just that, no gal and no job taking me slowly straight to Hell. I know something has to give; will it be positive or more negative? Will we happily ensnare one another and learn to take it easy, be happy and together? Creating something of ours alone, not fighting? I’ll try to call you and look to the sky. Will I see your face up there?
Nick Armbrister Blog Entry
Posted: October 19, 2011 in UncategorizedTags: nick armbrister, writing career
Nick Armbrister Blog Entry This is my blog for Adele. Thanks for having me write this Adele. I’ll do a bit on my new books, what I think of writing, a brief bit on my writing career from being published in the ‘small press’, working with an American publisher and self publishing. And where I want to go in the future with my writing. 2011 This year has been busy for me; I released 5 books on www.lulu.com/spotlight/nickarmbrister of poetry and fiction stories. I could pick out one important book of the five but to me, all five are important. One is a huge poetry collection covering my fifteen years of writing poems (THE COMPLETE NICK ARMBRISTER POETRY COLLECTION), two others are short story collections. One is erotic stories (TAKE IT IN YOUR STRIDE A SERIES OF EROTIC ADULT STORIES) and the second normal ones (HEART OF THE COUNTRY SHORT STORY COLLECTION). Finally there are two fiction novels in my Juniper’s Daughter series (JUNIPER’S DAUGHTER THE FINAL WAR and JUNIPER’S DAUGHTER FRONTIER TOWN). I like each for different reasons. The short story collections have a good variety, HEART OF THE COUNTRY contains stories on jet fighters used in combat (Red Empire and Final Flight) and horror (Loss of the Icequeen). TAKE IT IN YOUR STRIDE has erotic stories for adult readers. The work is very varied and eye opening. JUNIPER’S DAUGHTER books are a two book series of times of conflict and hardship of people. A witch figure, Juniper’s Daughter, tries to help and stop the conflict. I’m working on a third follow up to these. And finally my poem book, THE COMPLETE NICK ARMBRISTER POETRY COLLECTION, covers my poems from April 1996 to summer 2011 and is a free download ebook and normal for sale hard copy on lulu and amazon. As you can see, it’s been a busy year for me. Back in the day and the ‘small press’ Back in the day when I started writing, I simply picked up and pen and got on with it, while listening to music in my mate’s flat when drinking beer. Being into gothic and metal music helped form my views on the topic matter, a lot of it dark, into poems that could have become powerful songs, if I could sing or write music or play an instrument. As I couldn’t, I wrote poetry instead. Many people consider a guy writing poems quite girly. When the poems cover war, aircraft, sex, drinking beer and similar topics, my poems appeal to lads and my finer work on nature, love and happy topics appeals to women. Basing my poems on my own life experiences and views gave me a sound way to write, at first in verse but never rhyming. I saw rhyming as limiting my wordplay and eventually left verses behind to do free verse prose type work. Only when harassed by some publisher or editor did I format some poems in verse. I like to get my poems down on paper or the computer and have done with it, the initial impact of the moment when I created my poem being untouched, except for some small edits. Within six months of writing my first drunken boisterous poems, I was published in the ‘small press’, my poem “Ode to Alanis” being featured in a ‘zine about Alanis Morrissette. In quick fire actions I had more poems published in magazines, fanzines and poetry anthologies. One of the top UK ‘small press’ editors/publishers, Atlantean Publishing run by DJ Tyrer of Southend in Essex , published my work for over a decade. I became part of a family of poets/writers who created something out of nothing and gave it their all; not being paid but receiving complimentary copies of the mag or ‘zine that their work appeared in. Today I still love the thrill of being in a ‘small press’ publication. Those early days of writing for me are still with me, in spirit and creativity. I keep each and every magazine that my poems appeared in. Juniper’s Daughter In December 2000 I started to write my first novel called Juniper’s Daughter. I spent a decade getting her right, till I released her in her finished form in 2011. Re-written several times and partly lost forever on obsolete electronic typewriters and mislaid manuscripts, this book is my main project, eclipsing all others. Based in Oldham and featuring several strong characters, it tells a story of war, death, sex, hope and magic. Sarah is a twenty something freedom fighter, living with her mates Lee and John. They drink and cause mayhem, taking on anyone who picks a fight. When their actions lead to war, a mysterious figure steps in – Juniper’s Daughter. She has a job on her hands, to stop the wars and bloodshed before it’s too late. Her enemy, The Devil, is equally cunning and powerful. Will the witch win? Juniper’s Daughter The Final War is the first book, Juniper’s Daughter Frontier Town is the follow up, set in a fictitious town halfway between Carlisle and Newcastle. More evil actions by a resurgent English army allied to The Devil make the way for an intimate dance of death with Juniper’s Daughter. This war will affect everybody living in Renford, the frontier town. From Goths to gangsters to sexual deviants, all will face their own fears to live or die in the coming fight. Written Expressions In 2009 I joined a small American publisher called Written Expressions. I wrote many short stories and over a dozen were published on wide ranging topics; erotica like Ian Gets a Treat to Little Red Lise, horror like Loss of the Icequeen and romance like Tattoo me a Smile and What Could Have Been. It was more or less a successful venture, with nearly a hundred ebook sales of my work including on the Kimble ebook reader. It wasn’t to last. With many new stories finished and unreleased, I wondered if my future was with WE. After editing issues that threatened to stall my writing career, I left WE and went back to self publishing in 20011. In a few weeks I compiled two volumes of my short stories. One is normal stories and the other erotica. I named the books after His Latest Flame songs (a Scottish 80s rock band. Check them out). The Future I plan to take things easy for a while after years of being busy. I attend Fitton Hill Writing Group once a month to write short stories, I go to writing festivals and do open mic when the chance arises (having supported local Manchester band Blouse and Write Out Loud poem nights). I contemplate working with a solo guitarist backing me so I can do my poems live and go on tour. I have the poems, I just need a guitarist. Also I think about recording more poems and get them on You Tube, I need the multi media skills to do videos and edit them to do that successfully. Other things I’ll be doing are ongoing poems when I’m inspired, my third Juniper’s Daughter book, a short story collection and other things I think will be fun. For now I don’t want the hassle of working with a publisher or band (done it before, it involves a lot of complex issues. We did an album), I like to do my own thing and take my time. www.lulu.com/spotlight/nickarmbrister www.myspace.com/nickspoetrybooks http://nickarmbristerwriter.webs.com/ http://writeoutloud.net/profiles/nickarmbrister https://nickarmbrister.wordpress.com/
BIZARRE I was on my way back from my mate’s when a lad walked behind me, at a fast pace. I was ready for whatever. I walked behind him after he cut down murder road. A few yards behind, I trailed him. I saw four paki’s leave a dark alley; I dodged them and kept going, crossing the road. I heard a chav lad shout for his bitch and saw him on the corner of the road, standing there defiantly. I cut down into another alleyway and kept a low profile, emerging straight behind speedy posh white lad. He got ready to go home. I saw a Christian lad in the church garden with his dog, it went woof. I said be nice to the dog and feed it the shouting chav. Walking on, I started doing a text to my mate – to tell him “Guess what I saw?” Then I heard them fifty yards away through the light fog, some chavs! Three of them ran and joked, asked me did I see it, where did it go? Yes I saw their black rabbit run into a garden past a car! Through the fence I said, no doubt they’d just stolen it, the thieving cunts. A walk home seeing bizarre sights!
Synopsis for Safe As Houses and sample from it over 18 only
Posted: October 10, 2011 in UncategorizedTags: adult, erotic, happy, life, make love, pub, romance, safe sex
Synopsis for Safe As Houses
This erotic short story is about safe sex and promotes condom use. A lady called Tanya has a job in a nice country pub and is bored one afternoon while on her shift. She has some fun with a bottle of beer but is spotted by a male customer. Taking a chance, she lets the customer – named Peter – join in and he gets to know Tanya quite well. From bottle fun he has a drink and then they make love in the back room of the pub, using a condom. A week later they meet again and have sex in Peter’s house, using a condom and still having good safe fun.
SAFE AS HOUSES
In the quiet pub nothing much was going on, it was a quiet afternoon that stretched on forever. No one was out, none of the regulars and strangers graced the bar. Tanya was very bored, she was two hours into a six hour work shift and she’d served just one customer two drinks. He’d since gone back to work, his dinner hour over. The pub was empty except for Tanya and Anelka the black guinea pig in a cage in the lounge area. Not even she squeaked for a carrot, she was either asleep or bored like the bar girl.
The pub she worked in was called The Manor and was situated on a hill overlooking the small town below, down the winding road. Dark bleak moorland surrounded the pub on three sides, even in summer it was a miserable forsaken place with stunning views. One had to admit that. Views stretched for miles over the town and onto the flat plain below that led to Manchester and other adjoining big towns, ten miles distant. None of this mattered now to Tanya, she wanted something to do. But what? I’ve got to stay alert and on the ball in case the boss turns up checking up on me or a customer comes in. Small chance of that!
Outside, a wind blew around the building, whistling round the brickwork and rattling the windows. A usual occurrence, being twelve hundred feet up on a hill led to the worst weather.
Tanya left the bar and closed the main door; it was inviting but let a cold draft in. People would know the pub was open, the welcome sign was lit up and the curtains were open. A sure image of hospitality and warmth, backed up by Tanya herself. Through the door window she caught a glimpse of the view below and smiled, thinking, Down there people like me are getting it on having sex, drinking coffee while reading a raunchy magazine and having fun, not bored like me!
Returning to the bar, Tanya took stock of the bottles and glasses neatly stacked on shelves and in the fridges, all in order and spotlessly clean. Then it came to her, I know what I’ll do! Reaching down and opening the small fridge that contained small bottles of chilled beer and alcopops, she took the first bottle and shut the door. In her hand was a bottle of Carlsberg beer, 275 millilitres. Nice and cold, unopened.
“This will be fun!” Tanya muttered to herself. “Quite a thrill.”
Lifting up her knee length light blue denim skirt, she pulled aside her lilac thong and felt her pussy hole. It was a little dry. Wiping some of the condensation of the bottle, she transferred this to her cunt. Not enough, so she spat on her hand and applied that. It helped and she slipped two fingers up herself, with little effort. Opening her pussy she massaged and played with her lush cunt, enjoying the feeling of new stimulation and sudden wetness that enveloped her hand now. With careful moves, Tanya got the cold beer bottle and gently put it up her, guiding it up with her fingers. It was a good fit.
Coldness from the bottle took away the warmth of her pussy, quite quickly. Slowly with experienced hands, she moved the bottle in and out fucking herself with it. The beer was very cold inside the glass; it took her body heat away like the sun burning away the valley fog. Effective and bloody marvellous! It felt amazing, like there was only the most basic feeling there. Like she was dead, she laughed out loud. Such is my dark humour! Whoa, this feels bloody good. A fuck with a cold bottle of beer, damn cold though! Just imagine if a customer walked in now! What a scare they’d have.
Just then, the main door banged open startling Tanya who was fucking herself with the bottle. She thought it was the wind but it wasn’t; a man stood there. He was silhouetted against the door and sun shining through. This took away his features so he was a dark form. It wasn’t her boss though, the man was too tall.
The mad thing was this: Tanya didn’t stop her bottle action she increased it and looked down. She saw her own hands use the bottle. In and out it went like a piston. Closing her blue eyes, she let fate deal with the situation. I’m going to satisfy myself now. I don’t care what the stranger does. He can join in!
Tanya started to cum, her orgasm arriving. She screamed and almost fell over, leaning against the bar for support. She felt another person’s hands join hers and she instinctively knew it was the man, helping her out. What did he think of this little show?
“Just like that?” commented the man.
“Yes, just like that,” whispered Tanya, enjoying the bottle making her cum, in and out of her shaved bald cunt. This could get me into very serious trouble and cost me my job. But who is this guy?
“You have a lush pussy young lady,” replied the stranger.
“I know,” agreed, Tanya. Curiosity got the better of her; she opened her eyes and saw who was helping give her pleasure.
He was bent over so he was able to hold the bottle; carefully he brought it in and out of Tanya’s cunt. The man wasn’t attractive in the normal sense, more rugged than that with fair hair and grey eyes that held her gaze. A round face and several days stubble gave him an air of aloofness backed up by a nice smile. Tanya returned his smile.
“Don’t stop. That feels just right,” she gasped. She kept one hand on the bottle of beer, making sure the guy didn’t do it too fast; it had to be done correctly.
“I’ve never done this before. Am I doing okay?” asked the man.
“You’re doing fine. It mustn’t be too fast or the metal lid can cut my insides. That happened once before.”
“I don’t want to hurt you in anyway. By the way, I’m Peter.”
“I won’t let you hurt me,” challenged Tanya, staring Peter out. She saw him look away, a sign of submission and that she was the boss.
“I’m Tanya. Nice to meet you. I’ll serve you when you’ve made me cum.”
“Okay,” replied Peter, concentrating on making Tanya cum with the beer bottle.
The green bottle slid smoothly up and down like a well oiled machine, a piston of lust bringing a young lady to orgasm. It fit nicely where it was, the neck of the bottle easily going up Tanya’s pussy, where the bottle got wider she struggled to accommodate it. There was more than enough length available to serve its purpose; an alternative fuck. Cold beer gently chilled her cunt, smooth wet glass brought an orgasm and it started within her somewhere deep. Slowly rising and spiralling to escape, an indescribable feeling of joy was born. It arrived.
“Ah fucking hell! Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop, I’m coming. Mother fucker, I’m coming! That feels so bloody good. Ah, ah, ah!” screamed Tanya, while she came. Her legs shuddered and her shapely arse banged against the side of the bar, she nearly fell over but held onto the top of the bar with both hands, allowing Peter to finish her off by himself.
“Go on baby, go on! Don’t stop,” Peter urged, using the bottle with both hands like a big dildo. Tanya’s orgasm seems to last all day, I wish I was her and could feel that!
“Oh Peter, I’ve cum, that was unreal. It’s never felt that good before!” said Tanya, her legs shaking one last time with the last whoosh of her orgasm. Her vision slowly returned.
“I only came in for a beer,” laughed Peter, slowly withdrawing the bottle and standing up. “I never thought I’d be helping you orgasm with a cold beer bottle!”
“One of my little surprises,” grinned the bargirl, arranging her thong and denim skirt. She enquired, “What drink do you want? You may have that one if you want?”
“Yes, this one is fine. Watch this!” Peter said, lifting the bottle to look at Tanya’s pussy juice dripping down the cold green glass. Taking a bar towel from the bar, he wiped clean the bottle. Reaching into his pocket he produced a set of keys with a bottle opener on it, with a swift click the bottle was open and the lid rattled on the floor. Victoriously he took a swig of cold ale, smiling like a Cheshire cat. The bottle never touched his lips. She looks a nice girl but I don’t want to risk catching anything. One can never tell.
“Quite a show,” commented Tanya. “That’ll be one pound eighty please!”
“Not on the house?” asked Peter, trying his luck with a free drink.
She shook her head sternly. “We have a business to run you know? And my boss always checks the books, plus you’re only the second customer all day.”
“Okay then, here’s two quid. Keep the change. What did you do to the first punter then?”
“Thank you. Wouldn’t you like to know what I did to him?” teased Tanya.
“I would actually,” smiled Peter, taking a big swig of beer.
“I’m not telling but I’ll tell you one thing.”
“What’s that then?”
“Come into the back and you can fuck me from behind!” shouted Tanya, running into the back room of the pub.
“You little tease!” shouted Pete, slamming his Carlsberg down and chasing the girl. He caught her in the back room.
I wonder if he’s really up for it. And I hope he’s got a rubber! Tanya thought. She asked him, “You got a condom then big boy? Coz if you aint, you can’t fuck me!”
“I always carry one in my wallet,” replied Pete, taking his wallet from his jeans. Opening it, he eagerly held up a purple wrapper. An unused Durex!
“Good lad! I’m all yours then!” she craftily said.
“I want you to put it on for me. Would you?”
“Of course. Take down your jeans.”
Peter undid his belt and jeans, they fell past his knees. He wore no underwear! His eight inch cock was soon erect, framed by his neatly trimmed light blond pubes. Tanya ripped the wrapper with her teeth and took out the green condom. In seconds she put it on his cock and had it in place, she was full of experience. It was time. He leant her against a table and asked her to bend over. With a little trouble he guided his Durex covered dick into Tanya’s pussy from behind. It took three attempts but he did it, holding her by the waste to gain full leverage. Gently he started to pump her from the rear.
This feels good! I love sex from behind, day dreamed Tanya, thinking back to the last time she was fucked this way, two weeks before.
“Oh baby, this feels superb. You’re so fucking tight,” confirmed Peter. He definitely was enjoying it.
“Stop talking! Concentrate on shagging me,” scolded Tanya, wanting more action than words.
“I’d prefer you bare back, more feeling.”
“Really? Safe sex or no sex boy.”
Tanya took it from behind, moving her body with Peter. Her breasts jiggled about in her white baggy top, he moved a hand up and felt them and a big smile covered his face. She loved her tits being squeezed especially by a stranger, her large size 38DD tits that were more than a handful and enough for any man. It would be nice to get his cock between them but there wasn’t time, only for a fuck. Have to arrange to meet up again when we can spend more time playing about, he can have a field day with my tits and we can even do some kinky stuff with my sister’s bondage stuff when she’s at work.
Peter grasped her waist with a hand and her breasts with the other; now and again he placed both hands on Tanya’s tits and squeezed them. Hearing her gasp and moan made him even randier. He increased his pumping but not to full speed, he didn’t want the condom to come off and get stuck right up her cunt. That had happened when he’d fucked a lass called Doreen, he’d had to reach six inches up into her pussy and fish out a wet disgusting Durex. Not the most erotic act, luckily Doreen wasn’t pregnant and Peter hadn’t caught anything.
“I love taking you from behind,” whispered Peter. He was nearly spunking up.
“Do you? We can do this again and more, if you want,” groaned Tanya.
Pumping away, he began to orgasm. His condom took away a small degree of sensation but not much and it served as a barrier; stopping him catching any STDs (sexually transmitted diseases) and risking an unwanted pregnancy. There was enough feeling to make him want to shag Tanya a dozen more times.
“Oh yes, we should do this again,” he confirmed. “I’m there, fucking hell Tanya!” shouted Pete, shooting his spunk up Tanya but into his condom. Safe sex never felt so damn good!
“Don’t stop,” urged the girl. “I’m nearly there too.”
Peter shagged Tanya, not stopping before he’d satisfied her. He wasn’t a selfish man.
She orgasmed soon after, her legs wobbled but strong arms around her stomach stopped her falling over. Sensual feelings filled her body, she closed her eyes and struggled to breath, such was the intensity.
Peter fucked her slowly, maximizing her orgasmic enjoyment. He knew it had peaked but he wanted her to enjoy it for as many seconds as possible. Time didn’t matter; he slowed his pace and gave her what she wanted. Finally it was over, her orgasm was spent. Withdrawing his cock from Tanya’s pussy, he looked down at the condom. It was full of his cum, no leaks and it hadn’t come off. Everything was fine.
I BECOME NOTHING
I ask how soon I will become nothing. When my sentiments tear me apart and bounce around my head like cannon balls from a faded war. I want to know so much more than what I’ve learnt in my forty years on this screwed up world, yes people do matter. If they didn’t, there would be no humanity, would there.
I want to go to Auschwitz and see where a million died. I want to know how it feels. Will my sense of humanity fail and will I understand why the Nazi’s murdered so many people, indiscriminately? Will I grow even smaller within myself, one more step towards nothing? What part of me will I leave behind at Auschwitz? Will it be my toes, my fingers, my toes or my soul or none of those?
I want to go with a certain girl I know. She can’t see, you see but she is one amazing lady, something very bravely poignant about walking amongst pure evil with a blind girl. Step by step, hand in hand, in Auschwitz.
I want to visit Normandy and see where the Allies liberated Europe from Hitler’s tyranny. And see the beaches where the surf turned red under German bullets. How close did the good guys come to losing? What part of me will I leave on Normandy beaches? My brain or my heart? A price paid, by me, for that trip. I’m a step closer to becoming nothing.
Then I’ll stop off at Flanders and see where Allied and German youth where bled white, the flowers of a generation lost forever in some stupid War to End All Wars. How wrong they were. Will my tears fall where the blood of Tommie and The Hun fell, cut apart where they lay? Not even their mothers’ knew how or where their sons died. Did they know why? What part of me will I forsake for the dead of World War One? Let their ghosts tell me.
I ask a lady who I haven’t met, yet, to take me to West Germany. Let us cross the border and go to Leipzig, to see where pretty Karin Ulbricht was taken on that dark unstable dangerous night when she demonstrated against her country’s leaders’ Cold War madness.
Wouldn’t it be memorable for me, if Karin showed me her country where she made Cold War history? She was a gentle warrior of those dark evil poisoned days before The Wall fell. Did she know that one single gunshot would have changed world history forever, when she demonstrated that autumn night? If thousands had been killed by East German soldiers, would the Cold War be over now? Is she still as pretty today, over two decades later? My letter to her remains unanswered. What part of me would die in Cold War Germany? What if I run out of sentiments?
Save me from Karin, take me to Afghan where young Tommies are dying by IED and insurgent terrorist fire. Are their deaths justified and saving us from terrorists? My views on this illegal war are not nice; surely there must be a better way? So no more young ladies find out on Facebook that their precious soldier love is dead? The soldiers I have met over the last few years were brave souls, I prey they’re all untouched. I don’t need to go to Afghan to have a part of me die, but I would if I could to see with my own eyes and write about it. More of me fading away to nothing, again I ask, how soon till I become nothing?
To all of the soldiers, to the innocent and even the guilty, who have perished in Mankind’s wars, I am sorry for your deaths. Why do I feel like this? Is there another way? I’d ask the Christian God but I know He tells lies. Now I know now what silence sounds like, it’s the sound of a woman’s weeping where her son, brother and husband, perished. Are they proud, do they smile when they think of what could have been? So many lost years? For what exactly? I’d forsake every part of me, to become nothing, to stop the wars. For that thought, I am a fool and ask for the impossible.
