Sunday, May 15, 2011

Looming Love: Through the Eyes of Zara Camden

The steamy photo was found and provide by Jade Baiser. In turn, the photo along with what she originally wrote to go with it has become the source of my inspiration for this first installment of  this story.

 Looming Love: Part 1
©2011 Mika Star

I knew Sam was the kind of guy that insisted on taking a shower before climbing into bed at night. I also knew he and his shower had an equally important meeting every morning at 5:30 whether he need be in the office or not.

Last night, as we talked on the phone, he mentioned he would be off of work today. Well, I also happened to have a key to his apartment for occasions when he 'misplaced' his own key.

We have been friends since the day he moved into the Charington apartment complex five years ago September 18th. I know what you are thinking: she must have it bad for this guy if she remembers the exact day he moved into the apartment down the hall. I remember that day simply because he moved in only a week after I moved to this town. I knew no one at all at that point.


The night we met there was a knock at my door. My first thought, as I rolled my eyes, someone had the wrong apartment number again. It happened several times since I was handed the pair of keys to my apartment. My very own apartment... I opened the door prepared to give the speech I had become accustom to already. I will never forget that goofy grin on his face when I asked him who his was looking for. "Actually, I was looking for you." he continued to smile as I fumbled for what else to say. "Oh, really,'' was all I could think of. Until then no one seemed to have noticed my existence. I didn't really mind, I was used to being alone, and on my own to do as I pleased. I liked it that way...most of the time.

Here was a man, standing at my door, looking for ME. His straight sandy brown hair hung down to his shoulders, and slightly in his face. He brushed it away with a noticeably scared forefinger revealing eyes that burned electric green. A leafy green vine tattoo stretched down his left arm from somewhere underneath a loose fitting, black AC/DC t-shirt. I had to fight the urge to reach and touch his arm. His warm skin and soft hairs...Every inch of my being wanted to find out where the tattoo ended. He waved a hand in front of my face  "Earth cadet." I realized I had been staring.

"Oh, I'm sorry." My face warmed; I hoped the shadowing of the doorway hid the shade of red I'm sure was visible on my face. He let the moment pass, by holding out his hand, adding "Maybe one day I'll tell you the story behind that beauty." He looked down at his arm pointing with his eyes. Oh my God, those eyes! "For now let's go. I'm walking down to Ben's to get some coffee. It would be great not to go alone."

Was he hitting on me, or was he just in need of a friend? As much as my heart wanted me to dive into those arms to find out where things would lead...for the hell of it... The reasoning part of my brain reminded me of why I moved here in the first place.

I retracted the hand I was about to give him making an excuse. "Sure, I'll go with you, but first let me grab a hair band to put my hair up with. I'll be right back." I closed the door making him wait outside.

I rushed to the bathroom. I threw my hair up and stood at the mirror long enough to ask myself  "What the hell am I doing!?"

I grabbed my keys from the glass table next to the door, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, scanned the room of unpacked boxes, and headed out the door almost running into him. He had been waiting patiently for me in the same spot I left him leaning against the door frame.

We walked to the cafe in silence, for what seemed to be forever. I took in the warmth and smells of the town. Until then I had not noticed the intoxicating smells of coffee and fresh bread coming from the cafe and nearby bakery.

The friendly man next to me smelled of Old Spice and shaving cream. It was only then it occurred to me I don't even know his name.

He opened the door of the cafe for me. Walking in the door he shouted to a petite redhead behind the counter "Two of tonight's finest, Angie." The woman had a look of surprise on her face that curled into a prefect white smile.

I walked over to a table ready to sit down when he caught my arm saying "No, there is somewhere else we will be sitting."  Two foam coffee cups in hand he pushed the door open for me again holding it open with his elbow.

We made small talk as he lead the way back to the steps of our apartment building. "This is what you had in mind, huh?" teasing him. "Ah well, I figured it would be quieter than the cafe and if you decide to take leave of me,  you won't have far to go. I would hate for a woman who does not even know my name to feel uncomfortable in her surroundings." I was astounded he had that kind of consideration for my feelings. I managed a "Thank you." There was a thick pause in the air. Doing my best to hide the embarrassment in my voice I asked "Who, may I ask, have I had the pleasure of  spending time with tonight?" I looked him straight in the face, letting out a small laugh. "My name is Samuel Loumas." holding out his hand for the second time that night. I took it, shaking his hand. "I'm Zara Camdon. Nice to meet you." 


I let myself in Sam's door. It was 5:45. I knew he would be walking out of his bathroom soon. I was hoping he would not already be dressed.  I crept into his bedroom. It was always so neat and clean except for the clothes he, no doubt had stripped out of last night before his shower. Oh, the thought of the water running down his lean, beautifully curved body sent blood rushing to all the right places. My lips tingled at memories of touching his skin.

I quickly, quietly undressed, sitting cross-legged in the center of his only sightly unmade, queen size bed. I heard the water of the shower turn off, knowing he had shaved while in the shower, there was not much time left before he would wrap himself in towel and grace me with his presence.

He switched off the vent and opened the door. He was startled only for a moment; then took his time giving me a once over. He looked straight into my chocolate brown eyes. He let his towel fall to his feet on the floor. He dipped onto the bed. Those hungry green eyes burning into me with the rising passion in the air... My heart thumped in my chest and my pulse began to race. No words were said.

Now, entirely on his hands and knees -- the closer he got to my lips the more I sensed the heat already radiating from him. I slumped down slightly onto the pillows. He kissed me. Our tongues tangled together almost immediately  in a fit of rage, rolling with ease around the familiar crevasses of each others' mouths. I felt him lick my palette as his tongue exited my mouth. I playfully bit his bottom lip. He kissed the tip of my nose. I sat up straighter back into the Indian style position I had been in moments ago, in attempt to not allow his lips to leave my skin. I  whimpered softly. With one solid sweeping motion he buried a finger into clit a few quick thrusts of his hand later he had added another finger. I fell against the bed, beginning to moan. Careful not to interrupt the movements of his hand I unfolded my legs. He hovered over me. Kissed my lips again and traced his mouth to each of my breasts. Each one of my hard nipples were waiting to be sucked on. Just as he circled one with his the tip of his tongue I groaned and came just enough to stay wet-- slick for the entry of his hard cock that craved attention.

At that moment I roll Sam to his back; his cock standing attention just for me. Wrapping my hand around the base of his throbbing manhood I licked slowly up the shaft and around the head dabbing the tip of my tongue in the pre-cum that awaited tasting. I licked back down to the base of his cock, massaging his balls until they became taught in my hand.

It took every muscle in my body to keep from coming at the moment I slid his steel inside of me skin to skin. I rocked my hips back and forth. Bending down to kiss his nipples-- solid under the weight of my tongue and saliva. I traced wet kisses as far down his chest to his stomach I could reach without breaking my soft thrusting motion. The smell of his skin and the Old Spice he wore invade my sense of smell. I dug my nails into his flesh as he gripped my hips.

With a few hard, quick thrusts he filled me with his juices as mine dripped onto his balls. Both of us let out a pent up scream of satisfaction. I dismounted laying in the crook of his left arm for a few moments. He looked at me, grinning, green eyes shining, "Good Morning." I kissed him lightly before getting up to go to the bathroom...."Good morning."

To be continued...

UPDATE: I have pulled the rest of this story off of my blog for publishing. I'll update you as soon as I know when the release date will be for the book.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


The following is a piece from "The Shawshank Redemption" referring to music in general.

Andy says "It is in here, (points to his head) and in here (points to his heart). That is the beauty of music.They (guards ect) can't get that from you. Haven't your ever felt that way about music?"...

"In here (prison) is where is makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget." ...

"Forget that there are places that aren't made out of stone. There is something inside that they can't get to; they can't touch. It's yours."...


Later Andy wrote: "Remember, hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things, and good things never die."

Music is part is a deep part of my soul. The writers and musicians throughout time have the ability to express themselves in ways I, sometimes, cannot, or simply dare not. I know I am not the only one who feels this way. There are many, if not the world of people who have a song, at least once in their lives, that defines their feelings or thoughts at any given moment. Even if it is unspoken and unknown to the rest of the world.

Music can awaken the soul to memories, things we had long forgotten, or perhaps wished we could forget. Music can start a fire in the soul that no one can take away, no matter how hard they try. Yes, that is the beauty of music! =)

"Little Wonders" by Rob Thomas

Let it go, let it roll right off your shoulder.
Don't you know the hardest part is over?
Let it in,let your clarity define you
In the end.
We will only just remember how it feels.

Our lives are made in these small hours.
These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate.
Time falls away but these small hours, these small hours still remain.

Let it slide, let your troubles fall behind you.
Let it shine, until you feel it all around you
And I don't mind if it's me you need to turn to.
We'll get by.
It's the heart that really matters in the end.

Our lives are made in these small hours.
These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate.
Time falls away, but these small hours, these small hours still remain.

All of my regret will wash away somehow.
But I cannot forget the way I feel right now.
In these small hours
These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate
Yeah, these twists and turns of fate!

Time falls away, yeah but these small hours
And these small hours still remain, yeah
Ooh they still remain.
These little wonders, oh these twists and turns of fate

Time falls away, but these small hours,
These little wonders still remain.

I play this song mostly whenever I need a lift up, but also just whenever I feel like hearing it. I play it over and over again on my phone, or computer until I feel better or get tired of hearing it.

  Here is the background on the song, at leat until it gets deleted from You Tube : Little Wonders

Excerpts from The Twilight Saga: Eclipse

Renee (Bella's Mom): The way he watches you, it's like he is willing to leap in front of you and take a bullet or something.

Bella: Is that a bad thing?

Renee (Bella's Mom): It's an intense thing.
Renee (Bella's Mom): You're different with him.
Renee (Bella's Mom): He moves, You move.
Renee (Bella's Mom): Like magnets.

Bella: I don't know, we're just...

Renee (Bella's Mom):  In love. I get it.

Jacob- When you thought she was gone,
Jacob- that you had lost her,
Jacob-  how did you cope?

Edward: There are no words. But I wouldn't wish it on anyone, Jacob.

 Bella: This wasn't a choice between you and Jacob.
 Bella: It was between who I should be and who I am.
 Bella: I've always felt out of step, like literally stumbling through my life.
 Bella: I've never felt normal.
 Bella: Because I'm not normal.
 Bella: I don't want to be.
 Bella: I've had to face death and loss and pain
 Bella: in your would, but I have also never felt stronger
 Bella: more real, more myself.
 Bella: Because it's my world, too.
 Bella: It's where I belong.

Edward: So it's not just about me?

 Bella: No. Sorry.

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

by Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Various Movie/Book Quotes

Movies ~♥~

Hearts in Atlantis:
"You know, when you are young, you have moments of such happiness. You think you're living in someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up, and our hearts break in two."

The Notebook:
--"Now you know I want to give you all the things that you want, right? But I can't, because they're gone...they're broken."
--"She had come back into his life like a sudden flame, blazing and streaming into his heart."
--"I love to paint. Most of the time, I have all these thoughts bouncing around in my head. But with a brush in my hand, the world just gets kinda quiet." ~Allie - The Notebook

Prince of Persia
--"It is said some lives are linked across time. There are certain people connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages...destiny."

The Adjustment Bureau
--"I'm not some hopeless romantic. I've never allowed myself to be that way. But once I felt, even for a moment what I felt with you. You ruined me. I didn't want to settle for less. It scares the shit out of me."

--"Some of the best things in life are total mistakes."

The Vow
--Leo:  "My theory is about moments, moments of impact. My theory is that these moments of impact, these flashes of high intensity that completely turn our lives upside down actually end up defining who we are. The thing is each one of us is the sum total of every moment that we’ve ever experienced with all the people we’ve ever known. And it’s these moments that become our history. Like our own personal greatest hits of memories that we play and replay in our minds over and over again."

Just WOW!

Books ~♥~

Dune by Frank Herbert
--"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."

--"A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it."

--"Something burned in his eyes. There was pain in him-like a blister, all that was left of some lost yesterday that Time had pruned off him."

--"There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace--those qualities you find always in that which the true artist captures. You can find it in the turning of the seasons, in the way sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the creosote bush or the pattern of its leaves. We try to copy these patterns in our lives and our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort. Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection. It is clear that the ultimate pattern contains its own fixity. In such perfection, all things move toward death."

-- "In the meantime may the stars watch over you."

--"As difficult as it is, you have to learn to put aside your troubles and concentrate entirely on the task at hand. Find peace within yourself and let your actions flow from there."

Excerpt from the movie - The Notebook

Noah: You're bored Allie. You're bored and you know it. You wouldn't be here if there wasn't something missing.

Allie: You arrogant son of a bitch.

Noah: Would you just stay with me?

Allie: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin'

Noah: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.

Allie: So what?

Noah: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.

Allie: What easy way? There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.

Noah: Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do YOU want? What do you WANT?

Allie: It's not that simple.

Noah: What... do... you... want? ... What do you want?

Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant. 1794–1878

  TO HIM who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides               5
 Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images                               10
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;—
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around—         15
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air—
Comes a still voice—Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,        20
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go                            25
To mix forever with the elements;
To be a brother to the insensible rock,
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.      30
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world,—with kings,
The powerful of the earth,—the wise, the good,          35
 Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods—rivers that move                      40
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,—
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man! The golden sun,                   45
 The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings                   50
 Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings,—yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first                        55
 The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe                 60
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come          65
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man—          70
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join  
The innumerable caravan which moves  
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take   75
His chamber in the silent halls of death,  
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,  
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed  
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave  
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch             80 
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

The Endless Trap


The dream I awoke from this morning...

I woke up to realize I had fallen asleep in the master bathroom of my dream house. I let out a sigh of relief. I was glad to know I was in a familiar place. (In reality I have never seen this house before.) But I knew it belong to me; with that, comfort washed over me like a warm shower.

I sat up to take a look around. Light tan carpet covered the vastness of the floor, and a quarter way up the wall. Swirled chocolate brown into sandy tan wallpaper met the carpet. I got up off the floor to touch the walls. I felt the raised edges of each line of the swirl pattern as I ran my fingertips along the wall closest to me. It was magnificent. The wall seemed to sparkle as I touched it without losing its solidness. It was only then I realized it wasn't wallpaper at all. It was stone preserved in its natural state. It was magnificent. The two sinks across the room were white with gold facets, and a mirror that stretched over both of them, frame-less. Next to them separated only by a portion of a wall were the massive garden tub and shower.

I was then unwillingly distracted as two people came clasping in the doorway. One being tackled by the other in a fit of playfulness. I slide passed them careful not to become involved.

I found myself in the living room next to a group of people. The stereo was playing music loudly. I walked over, and turned it down. Some of the people standing around in the room stopped their conversations to look over at why the volume of the music had gotten lower.

Out of nowhere the music cut off, and a voice came over the speakers. I put my ear closer to the center speaker. Whispers came from it only I seemed to be able to understand. I wish I could remember what the voice was saying.

Before I realized it I found myself standing outside on the most glorious of warm sunny days. A huge red rose bush stood next to me, in full bloom. The sun was so bright I had to shield my eyes from it to look out at the yard. I walked around the corner of the house only to be confronted by a group of people I had never met in my life. A tall lanky man with sandy brown hair and blue eyes, clearly the leader of the 'group' he was with greeted me with a simple "Hello." He gave me a smug ' I know something you will soon find out' smile. He was only smiling to keep his 'followers' from suspecting anything. I thought it was creepy, but I kept myself composed, so as not to show him he was already scaring the daylights out of me.

He held out his hand gesturing for me to walk with him. His 'followers' walked far enough behind us, so that if we needed to whisper we would not likely be over heard. I listened to his mindless chatter about the weather and what beautiful piece of land it was I had here.

Then he stopped at the top of a set of stone steps. He asked me to follow him and said "Not to worry, my dear. All will be fine in do time." Yes, I followed him, given the look in his eye, and the simple fact that I seemed to have nothing better to do at the time. "What harm could come of it." I thought. If I had only known...

He lead me to another beautiful two story house with white wooden siding and black shutters. We walked into the house; it was occupied by at least twenty other people. The guy looked straight into my face saying "Sit, you will be safe as long as you stay here with me." Nervousness welled up in my stomach as I sat down on the white leather couch. I leaned on my knees with my hands folded in front of me, tapping my left thumb against the base of my right thumb. I looked around hoping to find someone else to talk to. Someone who could better explain to me what was going on.

A sweet, quirky, high spirited man jumped into the seat closest to me on the adjacent couch. I jumped almost out of my skin as he placed his hand on my knee to get my attention (as if I wasn't already looking at him). He told me "This place isn't as it seems. Do not be fooled. I fear this place will be the end of all of us."

I looked around. Everything in sight was either white or cream colored. A white lily in a vase over there on the end table, a small cream colored round table with folding chairs scattered around. People lounged in them laughing and talking to each other. Even the little umbrellas in a few of their drinks were white. I thought to myself "Everyone seems so relaxed and care free. How horrible could this place possibly be?"

I excused myself from his company, hoping to make it outside. I thought maybe the fresh air would help me think, and soak in everything that had been going on. I tried to ignore my heart pounding in my chest. The guy was right, something was wrong about all of this.

I weaved my way through the small crowd in what looked to be the kitchen and out of the white framed sliding glass door. I was careful not to make any new contact of any sort with anyone. On the patio near the door there was a vacant, small, white iron table with a single chair. I almost ran to it for fear of someone else finding comfort in its solitude before I could. I cupped my face in my hands and started staring down at the surface of the table as my thoughts started to drift once again to questioning the purpose of all of this.

My thoughts were just as quickly interrupted by a solid black sedan pulling up on the concrete about twenty yards from where I sat. Loud booming music radiated from it. The incoherent lyrics of the song playing was only heard after the passenger side window was rolled down to reveal a chocolate skinned male face with short black curly hair. His eyes were covered by thick-rimmed sunglasses, and he wore a black leather jacket. He never said a word, just smiled a big white toothy smile at me.

From the opposite side of the vehicle came a swarm of small, red flying bugs that buzzed like that of a swarm of bees. I wanted to run somewhere, anywhere, but as my heart thumped in my chest and my pulse hammered in my ears. I couldn't move. I couldn't even force a muscle movement. I watched as everyone within my line of sight slumped to the ground dead. Each individual person, one at a time as the bugs swarmed around them. The bugs never came within six inches of any one person. "How, why is this happening?" was my only thought.

A sense of relief and continuous wonder washed over my whole body as I realized the bugs had been unsuccessful at killing me. They had given up and moved on to the unsuspecting victims inside the house. When the buzzing stopped and I was sure it was all over I found my ability to move, to look around.

The sun was still shining in the clear blue sky. I got up, slid the chair in and carefully stepped over the lifeless bodies of three people before sliding the glass door back open to reveal the sea of bodies that stretched from the kitchen to the far end of the living room.

I made my way across the two rooms and back to the front door of the house. I held my breathe each time I stepped over or around someone as if it would somehow make a difference if I stepped on any of them. Once I reached the door I quickly looked back to scan the room. My pulse thumped in my fingers as I held the doorknob. I slowly turned the knob wondering what I might face once I opened the door to its full view of the world.

Without looking, I snatched the door open-- just as quickly closed it behind me. Somehow I found myself at one end of a long hallway. I stepped away from the door knowing my only way out was at the other end. I made a mental nod in the direction as my feet followed. The entire hallway was egg shell white except each floor tile was dotted with gray paint.

I walked calm and collected until I stood staring up at a huge white machine with flashing red and green buttons. A woman's soft voice reverberated in the hallway around me saying "The bugs have given you a poison. You have exactly two minutes to complete the puzzle in front of you. If you complete the puzzle the door behind the machine will open dispensing a mist of antidote. However, should you fail...." The voice broke off with not another word. No explanation of what the puzzle was, or what is required to solve it. A red digital clock started ticking counting down to either my doom or my destiny.

I soon realized by spelling out the correct series of words the door would open. The words would light up green when correct and red when incorrect along while unlocking a dead bolt with each correct word. There were four locks total. As I got to the last word needed, I began to panic. My hands started to sweat; I could hear the sound of blood rush in my ears. What the hell was the last word supposed to be!? M-A... my fingers seemed to move involuntarily...key stroke after keys stroke. Out of nowhere I realized what the word was. Typing it in, I unlocked the the door with three second left on the clock. The most beautiful sound at that moment was the woosh of air as the air lock seal on the door was broken.


The world had become blanketed in a misty white fog. I walked into a yard of damp green grass, and across the narrow asphalt road to a nearby boardwalk. Each board was noticeably dark, old and weather worn, but still just strong as the day they were nailed into place.

As I walked with my eyes to the ground concentrating only on my tennis shoes and foot steps tap tap tap -- the way the boards moved and creaked with my weight.

Not long into my trance, I narrowed my eyes to my left. There I saw a fairly tall, beautiful young woman seemingly in her early twenties with long sandy brown hair flowing down to the middle of her back. Her skin, although smooth, was pale and in need of the sun. Her eyes were a muddy water brown flashing with as much kindness as her smile. She wore a plain, pink cotton dress loosely dangling down to her ankles. Her bare feet hardly made a sound with each touch to the wood. She simply asked how I was doing and if I had traveled far.

Before I could say anything her eyes averted downward as the tall man, previously mentioned, strolled up greeting me with a "Hello," acting as if the young woman did not exist. I watched her from the corner of my eye as she drifted off into the mist. The man moved into my line of sight so that my attention could be only on him. With a chipper voice he asked "How do you like the little place I have built here?" motioning to an opening in the walkway. I stopped at the edge of a great pool of water, grayed over by fog. Tiki lamps gave the only light around.

I looked back into the man face as he said "You know what you have to do to get back to the life you once had." Yes, yes I nodded. I did know. I looked back down into the water. I swallowed hard. The man had disappeared by the time I looked back over to my right.

I almost jumped out of my skin as the young woman touched my left arm. In a low almost whispering tone she explained "There is a small tunnel under the water over there." She pointed to the far right of the pool. "You must dive down, swim, and unlock the door at the end of the tunnel." With a smile on her face she handed me a old iron key. The word 'must' rang in my ears.

As I stood next to the woman, I tore off my tennis shoes and stripped of everything that might hold me back while swimming in the tunnel. I knew I would have to hold my breath, so every second counted. I clenched the key in my right hand; diving in before I could second guess what I was doing. Damn, the water's cold! After mentally shaking off the chill in the water I could not help but marvel at the clear crystal blue water that awaited anyone brave enough to want to see passed the gray surface of the pool.

The tunnel itself was rectangular in shape, made of stone and rather short in length. Its obstacles were the small cramped space in which one had to swim, and of course, the ability to get the door at the other end opened before panic set in due to lack of oxygen. I struggled with the old rusty lock. I grabbed the rebar door, and shook it hard in frustration. I was beginning to release air from my lungs without realizing.

I went back up to the surface only to dive back down determined to make my escape! With a final nudge of the door, it opened. I started to swim through it with a sense of satisfaction in my heart and a new found hope--I was getting out of whatever place this was.

Suddenly a rush of water came at me like an avalanche. It knocked me back through the door hitting my head on the ceiling of the tunnel. I fought my way beyond the tunnel, and the water. When I got to the surface again I lifted myself on the red and gray bricked patio I had surely left only moments ago. The only difference was there were no bodies to be found. I seemed to be the only person around living or dead.

The all too familiar buzzing filled my ears as the small red bugs did what they had been originally set out to do, previously.

Yes, I died right there in the bright sunlight on a beautiful cloudless day. I looked at myself as if I were only a soul having an out of body experience. I was looking at my lifeless shell. I reached out to brush the long brown strands of hair out of my face --to close my own eyes. Staring at me and trying to recall all the events that had lead up to this moment.

I woke up.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Mika Star Quotes

"Giving to the moon's sway, the alabaster sky faded into an amber horizon as the sun made its last attempt to light the earth on this day."  ~Mika Star
  "Here's to the nights that turn into mornings, the friends that turn into family, the dreams that turn into reality and the likes that turn into love."~ Mika Star
''The autumn sun kisses the sky good night before the moon takes its place among the stars.'' ~Mika Star
"I do agree it is possible we all have more then one soulmate. However, on a different level soulmates are not limited to that of intimate sexual relationships and all that goes with them, but friends for the sake of friendship can be soulmates. Regardless of the way you look at it, soulmates do exist." ~Mika Star

"True passion cannot exist where lust solely resides." Mika Star 
"And the smoke stretched across the sky darkening the once proud rays of light, seemingly shortening sunset to mere minutes." Mika Star

"As long as there is a sunset- as long as it still takes my breath away-there you will be at the heart of some of my fondest memories."  Mika Star

"I remember the feeling of invincible love. Knowing you could walk through fire together - only to have that love swept into the flames - to walk out the other side alone and broken. So as it is and as it shall be, I leave the invincible love to the writers of fiction, to the few and the lucky. For I may be among the first, but it’s been proven I am not among the latter." ~Mika Star

 "She may be a universal flirt, when times present themselves. She's loved many a soul but the men she's intimately loved can be counted on less than one hand, none having given cause for complete regret -each one touching her life in ways that can never be undone. One to which still holds her steadfast, making her pulse race. The only man who has the ability to make her heart pound by whispering a single word and the only man in which has equal power to crease its function with another."~Mika Star

 "For me, picking a favorite song, is like trying to pick a favorite memory. There are too many of equal value." ~Mika Star