Jayson (Short Story Sunday)

 

It was just a simple morning laying in my queen sized Victorian styled bed. When I saw him, He was tall, dark, and mysterious. Moving swiftly from room to room everyone had told me about him. I always laughed it off as them being a little looney, and now I see him with my own two eyes and wondered if he saw me. Stepping my feet on the cold marbled tile floors. Following the sweet aroma of morning dew lingering behind him. Tipping Toe from room to room hoping to get a closer view and there he was in the kitchen peering at the rose garden through the large window.

“Haven’t anyone told you not to explore unknown things” His baritone voice cracked the silence causing me to jump back.

He was right my friends and I always made jokes about people doing this in horror movies and here I was do the same thing, but who could blame me for being curious. He was a piece of art that I have been longing to see. A piece of art that appeared to everyone except for me. I’ve heard stories about them my whole entire life. Stories that fascinated me to the romantic nature these creatures possessed. Over the years I’ve convinced myself that I was crazy to even have fantasies about them stealing me away at night because something that harbored so much passion couldn’t exist.

“Leave”!! He shouted not knowing that my stubborn nature wouldn’t listen although I was a few seconds away from pissing on myself.

My mother always told me that one day my love for adventure would change my life forever maybe she was right but it was too late. As I stepped closer and closer to him.

“I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE”! He turned around yelling my eyes widened and the sight of his lifeless greenish brown eyes that set like two big slants engraved into fine china on his beautiful bone structured face. Frozen, I stared at his long wavy black hair pulled back into a tight pony tail and full heart shaped lips. His tattoos on his cocoa complexion stood out because of the paleness of his undertone.

“Don’t look at me” He said more calmly turning around hiding his face. I don’t know why I put my hands on his cold shoulders. It was like I wasn’t even afraid of this mystical creature everyone called a monster.  How could this be happening, this cannot be real but can't I control the connection I started to feel. 

-To Be continued

 

Word from me: I'm trying something new, I'm not brand new to Watt Pad matter of fact I've had mines up for about a year or so. Many of you may have a general idea that when it comes to me and my stories that I just sometimes get so overwhelmed with life that I can't think straight. This causes major writer's block for me which later results to a whole lot of unfinished material. It isn't that I've totally forgot about them but the way my mind is set up. I seem to constantly get story lines and ideas that doesn't match an ,already started project and I end up starting another one. Back to the Watt Pad thing, I'm going to put my best effort into posting chapters on my Watt Pad Account a few days but posting them on here so if your absolutely dying to know what happens or even if I started a new project then go over there and check me out! https://www.wattpad.com/user/EmpressRose. Note: That I might need to get my stuff together but I'm really not one to give up. I also want to say Thank You! to everyone who actually read my blogs and my stories. Just knowing that others are interested and a few things I have to say makes my day.





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