A Stranger Upstairs

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As I lay in bed, staring at the wooden ceiling, I can’t help but think of the old decor. The rustic windows, the floorboards weak from overuse. That smell of dust and dry air. I cling to the soft plushness of my comforter. My head burrows itself into the pillow as my feet bunch up the ends of the covers for warmth. It is particularly cloudy tonight, so there is little natural moon light. The room seems so dark and full of question. My mind races with the thought of what could be. I can barely see anything, so here I wait for sleep to come.

As I drift away to a solemn slumber, a noise stirs my body into consciousness. A bit annoyed, I soon delve into fear as I remember my entire family is on this floor, and not above. With my skin breaking into gooseflesh beneath the covers, I try to establish some reality. The house is old and at times, will create noise from the wood and worn out places.

I try to convince myself of this, and close my eyes to fall asleep. Then, I hear another sound, a breath. Try as I might to convince myself it is only my mind, I open my eyes to see a pair of dark ones staring back at me!

I scream, loud, until it screams too. It is my younger sister. She is covered in darkness, while begging me to let her stay. I sit up, and tell her to leave, but I must admit, I would like the company. 

So here we are, one adult and almost adult sharing a bed. Tucked in close, so close that I feel her quivering flesh. I too must feel the same. I tell her to stop shaking, but she can’t. 

She asks me if I can hear it. I ask her hear what? She tells me it is whispering. I don’t bother to ask what it is. I turn my body over and ball myself up like a small child. She still shakes, but soon my eyes become heavy, and I awake in a room bathed in sunlight. 

It is daytime, finally. After getting dressed, and going down stairs, I see our maids, Hilda, and Beatrice. The cook, Rose, prepares a variety of egg omelets. I ask them if they’ve seen my sister. When I awoke, she wasn’t in bed with me. But they say they haven’t seen her since yesterday. 

During breakfast, my parents eat while their eyes dig through their phones. It is a regular morning, silent and impersonal. I ask them if they’ve seen her. Who, they ask. My sister, I say. With their eyes firmly on their devices, they simply say, no.

She is seventeen, and has a habit of doing what she wants. But we are at a summer retreat in our grandparents home. I didn’t think she would be so eager to break free with all her friends being so far away. Yet, regardless of this, my parents do nothing, but make excuses. She is simply a brat doing rebellious teenage things, they say.

After eating, I go upstairs to see if she went back to her room. Why I didn’t think of this first is beyond me. Upon entering her room, I see nothing but a messy bed, and not much else. I don’t even smell her perfume, something she would put on before leaving, or anything out of place. I close the door and walk out to see an empty hallway. At one end, a window, from the right, a stairway leading down. To the left, a stairway leading up. On the other end of the hallway, a door. 

I go towards the window and to the right downstairs. As I leave, I do so with the ache in my mind that something is not quite right…


The following is a short story. Part two coming soon!

Author is Jasmine Clark. The work is fiction, and shall not be published, or sampled without the author’s permission.

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Love Like a Rock Star!

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Hold me like the bass

Tighten your embrace

Strum along my straps like strings

Tap the thighs and feel the warmth it brings

Humming along with your falsetto

Bring me closer, yes, here we go

Pull in for the breath

Exhale, slow and even

Raspy as the motion flows

Together we crescendo

Our voices intertwined

Still, heavy, motionless

Beat by beat, we fill the air

Take me there, take me there

again, so here we go

An encore of lust

What more shall I want?

What more shall we do?

….

Jazz Club Love

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It hits me

Like that sound of your voice when you go higher than high

Hitting those notes of everlasting sorrow

Flowing like the hiss of the saxophone

Vibrating, echoing out into the room

Entering and exiting through ears

Drawing hearts nearer to the sweet feel of…

I am entranced

I am in love

I am yours

But as I scan the room with my lovelorn eyes

I see that I am not the only one with this feeling

There has been a spell

A spell you put on us

They are unaware of their capture

Caught up in their lustful rapture

Despair fills me with dread

But soon those notes that I adore fill the air

I am pulled back into your trance

Unable to, or unwilling to leave the embrace

You have us now and that is certain

I must admit that I am foolish

But where else could I get this feeling

Where else could I be this in love

Where else would I want to be?

The answer is

nowhere.

A Space Tale and Inspiration…

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Hello Groovy People,

It has been a while since I made my last entry.  I have been busy of sorts with taking tests, teaching origami, and resting.

I have great news, I have passed two of my tests and I have two more to go!

That is not why I write this entry today.

I have been going back and forth for over a decade with my space book.  It was something that was inspired by two very different things:

  1. Joss Wedon’s Serenity
  2. Foo Fighters album The Colour and Shape

I know what you’re thinking, how can a Foo Fighters album influence a story?  Well, when I listen to music I often imagine people, places, and situations.  It can be a love story or an action fight scene that plays out in my head.

The album I mentioned was bought while I was in high school over 15 years ago.  I only bought it for one song, Everlong.  However, during a trip to Six Flags Great Adventure, I had the entire album play as I sulked; I was 19 at that time and hated going to an amusement park.

Luckily for me, hearing that album play gave me an idea of a space tale that centered around two cheeky girls, and a hell of a lot of intergalactic adventures.

Of course, years went by and I scraped most of what I had.  I had finished the entire book, but it was so unfocused that the abrupt end was confusing even to myself.

I decided to reboot it of sorts like I did with Journey’s End.  I must say that it is much better with a more fleshed out story.  I am nowhere near finished, but I’ll keep you updated!

Until then…

Anthology! Back to my short story roots

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Hello Groovy People,

So in a previous post I mentioned I’m working on an anthology.  I didn’t go into it too much as I was going to make a separate post.  So here it is!

I have so many ideas for stories in my head and making books takes a really long time, usually years!  So instead of doing 5 stand alone books, I thought I’d put them all in one, and shorten them a bit.

Each short story is its own story and does not relate to one another.  They are all their own genre too.  The first is a literary fiction/drama, the second is science fiction, the third is a romance, the fourth is an action/adventure, and the last is horror.  I thought I’d try for genre specific stories with these short stories as a way to try out different things.  Usually I write literary fiction without a clear genre.  So I am excited and curious how I’ll do.  I would say it shouldn’t take long to do these stories, but I am working full time and writing another book.

I’ll update as I go along so stay tuned!  Until then…

Back to Basics

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Hello Groovy People!

I am continuing to write even though I am super busy.  Besides working non stop, reading 2 books at the same time, and getting ready for Indie Author Day, I am writing 2 different books.

The first is an anthology that will be a collection of 5 different stories ranging from romance, sci-fi, horror, and drama to name a few.  I am also working on a science fiction book about space travels and stuff.  I am super duper excited and feel really inspired.

I also have a ton of energy, but despite that, I still have issues I am dealing with.  Having depression is like walking with sand bags on you non stop.  Even when you try to ignore it and “move on” it just weighs you down.

I am trying to deal with it and accomplish my crazy amount of goals by doing positive affirmations and yoga.  I think I’ll do a separate post about that.  (Knock on wood) I feel it’s working for now.

But just to check in, I am really happy about my creativity surge I’m feeling, so hope to bring you guys more great stuff soon.

P.S. I am also working on a children’s book LOL Yea I am quite the ambitious goal setter.

Until then…

Journey’s End available on Barnes and Noble Website!

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Hello Groovy People!

I am so excited to announce that my book is now on the Barnes and Noble website!  So there are three big places you can purchase your copy.  Click on the link below and enjoy!

Barnes and Noble Website!