Adventus Anima - Part 3
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
The advent of the Anima - Part 3
The Black Smithy.
Was this rundown, roofless shed really the Mistress' base of operations? foogarky struggled to contain his mirth as he opened the door and entered.
He was falling. Fast. He reached out, but he could not grasp anything that would break his fall. The darkness that engulfed him seemed to go on forever.
foogarky moaned with pleasure as hands worked his shoulders. His taut muscles were loosening in response to the movement of the experienced hands over his body. He opened his eyes and found himself in a massage parlour. He started thinking about the Black Smithy and his falling when he found himself being turned over and looking directly into the eyes of his masseur.
The eyes were green and seemed strangely familiar. foogarky broke eye contact and looked at the surroundings. The finely shaped nose. The luscious red lips. He was in the presence of a lady of unnatural beauty.
"Are you the Mistress?", he asked.
The lady nodded her lovely head.
He wanted to ask about his brother, loonan. About Gn'arth. Wanted to kill her for what she did to them. Wanted to avenge their deaths.
She smiled coyly. foogarky forgot about Gn'arth. She touched his shoulders and it tingled with pleasure. He forgot about loonan. He forgot all. He forgave her.
"You belong to me now, foogarky", she said. He smiled and said nothing. Wasn't this how all love stories ended?
[Jungian psychology hypothesizes that the Anima, the feminine side of the male mind can project itself in one's actions. Can an oversexed Anima turn one into a nymphomaniac? Is it time to start cross dressing?]
The End.
posted by foogarky @ 12:38 PM,
1 Comments:
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At 3:41 AM,
Mihir Pathare said...
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Bravo!
You're writing good stuff again! :)
One suggestion, though.
Keep some line breaks between your scene changes. It's less disorienting to find the hero suddenly wake up moaning after falling somwhere. >_<
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