Alexa stared into the beady eyes of her captor. The knight stank of mead and as he leaned down to check her bonds she could see the lice in his unwashed hair. He raised to his full height and a snicker escaped him as he leaned in attempting to kiss her, his gapped toothed mouth just a breath away. Cringing she closed her eyes unable to watch him move in for the kill.

When nothing happened she opened her eyes and he was staring at her now with simmering rage in his eyes. With a quickness she didn’t know he possessed he slapped her splitting her lip in the process. The contact on her cheek echoing throughout the forest.

“You, cringe at me, at me! Do you know who I am? I am your worst nightmare princess! I’ll show you just who I am!” He sputtered. A silver of fear ran down her spine as he began unbuckling his trousers.

Just then an ear-splitting scream rent the air. A shadow passed over the treetops and Alexa was suddenly afraid for a very different reason. Just as she looked up the forest came alive with fire. Only one little spot in front of her was bare. Encircling her with a ring of fire protecting her like a warm embrace or a distant lover.

Rendering her would be rapist to ashes in the space of a heartbeat. Smoke filled her vision and like a dream a sleek red dragon touched the ground. Stalking toward her with a purpose, she watched unbelieving as it slowly began to morph into the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He reached her and slowly, sensually untied her bonds eyes glittering with flames. His long onyx hair swaying in the embers of the fire he created. He bowed before her and in a deep booming voice said, “Sorry I’m late your highness but I am always at your service!”

Alexa smirked liquid fire coursed through her at the sound of his voice. “Who needs a knight in stinky armor, when you have your very own dragon”, she thought…



I have been in love with this song ever since I heard it on the hit tv show NOTORIOUS and then  on the hit show LUCIFER and then it showed up in the hit show SUPERGIRL all in the same week which is great. Here are the lyrics to this song:

Way Down We Go
Father tell me, we get what we deserve
Oh we get what we deserve
And way down we go
Way down we go
Say way down we go
Way down we go
You let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all oh, go down
Yeah but for the fall oh, my
Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?
‘Cause they will run you down, down til the dark
Yes and they will run you down, down til you fall
And they will run you down, down til you go
Yeah so you can’t crawl no more
And way down we go
Way down…
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          There is more on youtube but this is the gist of this song. It has become my new favorite song and for some reason whether it be the actual lyrics or the tone of the music itself. Yet for some reason, it is haunting me as well. Do we really get what we deserve?  If so what the hell have I done? I question everything when I hear this song. A plethora of questions arise yet, I listen to it anyway. There is some truth in those lyrics as I know that they will run you down till you fall. Or be on the brink of falling before I continuously keep from falling fully into the abyss that just happened to be my life. “Time has come as we all fall Oh down!” Where are we falling into ourselves, are giving up as we let the demons that plagued is for so long finally win.
   “For the fall oh, my do you dare to look him right in the eyes?” Is this the part where I am supposed to be terrified of the fall as if in a dream if you die in the dream you die in real life. Well I am no longer scared of the fall. Let me fall into the abyss and see where I land.
   I viewed this song as a religious song at first. Yet, the more I listen to it the more I am proud of the fact that despite my past I never fell! I never gave up and I never turned to the dark side to where I needed to crawl. I just picked myself up and kept going. I am made of stronger stock than even I once imagined and no one not even the demons that still haunt me can take that away from me. So way down we may go but it is our rise to the occasion that matters. So bring on your sultry voice and your haunting words. I’m ready to take on this hauntingly beautiful song…


This is crap! I am sitting alone drinking and writing. I have my earbuds in and listening to the music that I used to listen to when I hit the clubs back in the day. I sit here a party of one while my husband watches the Godfather of all things, my kids safely tucked into bed asleep and I can’t sit still. Just because society thinks my life is over and should just stop partying and be an adult. Sometimes just sometimes I want to let my hair down, feel the cool breeze on my face as my car races toward the club and I shake it till I can’t shake it no more.

Who says I can’t go out anymore anyway? I sit here with my favorite friend Vodka jamming out to what the new generation calls “Oldies” yet, I just call them my favorites. Millenials, I don’t get it when did I become the older generation and the new one was named. I remember a time when I was the next generation. Suddenly I am too old for this and too old for that and the newer generations are having babies. Whatttt?

I may be too old for many things but having a good time… I refuse to believe is one of them.  I may not go out as much as I used to but I do know how to party and I do know them “Oldies” are still the best dance music there is.


My thoughts are chaotic. A jumble of nerves and stress. As I gaze out at the valley below from my perch cliffside. I watch as the dead planet continues to decompose right before my eyes. I sit here in my favorite summer dress with the purple flowers set into an ecru background hiked to my hips. While my bare feet are buried in the dry red sand. My chestnut hair blowing in the stilted breeze. I pick a wildflower from the only patch of earth that grows anything in this place. I see the sun now setting over the horizon and I can’t help but feel I have never felt closer to GOD than in this moment.

The night will be upon me soon and I will have to go back inside where it is safe. After a millennia of infighting between Earth and Mars, I am all that is left of Mars. Alone on a planet that I didn’t even want to come to when I was just a girl. I am now grown and after my parents were killed in the last war between planets, I am all that is left. Of our attempt to colonize it.

That was four years ago and if I ever ran into another person I would probably die of shock more so than spending the last four years alone on an entire planet. I don’t know how I would even get back to earth. There are abandoned ships here yet, I don’t know how to fly them. Ironic that my only means of escaping this devastating land would be the one thing my father never taught me to do before his passing. I don’t know how many more nights I can go without interaction  between me and another person. I m half crazy as it is, Now all I can think about is the strange man that shows up in my dreams at night.

Maybe he is why I am restless lately and the reason my dreams have turned erotic in nature. I simultaneously dread and anticipate the night to come. As the sun fully descends into the ether and plunges me into darkness, I slowly walk back into the base and  seal the doors. Night has fallen and the only living thing on this planet comes out to play. Creatures of every nightmare I have ever had that would suck the marrow from my bones without a second thought. I am so glad I have the confines of the base to protect me from such creatues yet, the thought of going to bed fills me with such mixed emotions I crank on the tv and watch old reruns of I Love Lucy. I shiver at the thought of the coming dream and the handsome stranger that ravishes me each and every night. I fight to stay awake as sleep tries to claim me. As I finally lose the battle and nod off I can’t help but feel a change in the winds. A sense of foreboding washes over me as the handsome stranger 

 appears and walks slowly toward me….

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Yes, I see the irony of this post being the day after Thanksgiving yet when I hear the word SATED I don’t think of being sated by food. I think of all the books I have read and how the sexy man fed her sensual pleasure. How his desires for her and the passion they created together actually sated by way of libido.

I have read every romance novel and much much more since I was around twelve years old. I used to steal my mom’s romance books and my grandmother was even worse. She at one point had a two car garage filled to the brim with you guessed it BOOKS! As I have stated in previous blogs I have wanted to write since I could actually legibly write my own name. It makes sense that I was voracious for the written word. Every book I got my hands on I read even today at the age of forty nothing has changed.

My son’s like to read as well and even though my husband has issue with it as a lover of books I say read, read until the words blend together and you are nodding off at the sight. Reading is paramount to any vocabulary and I for one am glad to see it. What with all the electronics and tv shows nowadays seeing them read a book is well magical.

Being an avid reader since I was twelve there isn’t a whole lot I haven’t read about. Anything and everything I could possibly get my hands on anywhere from romance and the eternal struggle of true love, to the darkest reaches of hell in the ever popular paranormal love. I have come across the word sated in all of them. It is a word that actually conjures such images of bodies entwined and the sexy farm hand taking the time to brush his fingers through our heroines long dark locks just before he… well you know.

It used to be that reading sated me body and soul. Now, however it is writing. I am feeding my soul one word at a time and I am loving it. I know that the passion I feel for writing is akin to the images I see,when I see that word. I am passionate about the words I write on a whole other level than just a passing roll in the hay. I am sated on my words mind, body, and soul and I am loving it… Maybe one day I will be able to write with such sexual prowess but for now I am loving where the journey is taking me and I am sated from the simple act of just writing…

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My soul is scorched, my heart is burning.

You came to me with your pretty lies and I ate them up, starved for affection.

You promised me the moon, but all I really received was a tainted love and a bruised mind.

Your promises of love and forever quickly turned to cinders in the smokey remains of once was.

Remnants of our shattered love still float by, burnt embers on the stilted breeze.

Ashes to ashes dust to dust our relationship has returned to the ground from which it came.

No more crying, no more dying, just a scorched soul and a broken heart.





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Terror sets in as my memories have begun to fade to black.

Fade into nothingness or like the discoloring of wallpaper  in an aged home.

I can feel them slipping out one by one. As if the earth’s gravitational pull is slowly yanking them out.

It started out unperceivable to me. A thief in the night stealing those memories I wouldn’t miss. Such as, what I had for dinner yesterday!

Now though as I get older these memories are fading more swiftly capturing more notable memories like the day I met my first love. Or the scent of my husband the day he proposed.

I know to most, the scent of your love doesn’t matter, yet, is it an omen of things to come. More memories lost.

The love I carry deep in my soul for my children. The way my husband gazes at me as if I am the only thing in this crazy world that matters.

The way I feel when I see a sunset. Or the lightness I feel dancing under a full moon on a hot summer night.

When will these memories fade? When will I be nothing more than an empty shell of the person I once was.

Our memories are what keeps us going. Keep us human. Without that! What will I become? I can already see the empty holes of memories lost now cluttering my mind. How long before the swiss cheese of my mind becomes just empty space?

How long before the sunsets turn gray because I can no longer remember their color?

How long before the love I spout to my husband and children turn to ashes in my mouth?

How long before I look in the mirror and see only a stranger staring back at me?

I hold on tight to the memories I have left. I keep them locked away in my secret vault. Terrified of the day those memories too, begin to fade…