Rob The BLack Douglas
28-09-2005, 02:48 AM
Not all my writing is Keira related this is an example of some of the other work I do.
Drama/Romance
Rating 17+ for thematic elements and sexuality, prudes need not read. Edited to add this story contains elements of social satire which is protected under the First Amendment.
Miranda slipped as quietly as she could through the thick growth of the woods on the outskirts of the city. Her breath came in sharp gasps, loud to her ears. Dirt and grime from two days of cross country travel coated her clothes with a fine layer of grey and splatters of mud. Her hair was greasy and limp.
"Hold up love," cried out her lover Gwen.
Miranda stopped ,leaned over, her hands resting on her knee's. Gwen had dropped her tiny pack and had leaned back against the trunk of some ancient tree, her chest heaving as she sucked in the cool sweet night air.
"You think we're being followed?" asked Gwen after she had rested for a bit. She sipped water from her meager supply.
Miranda quietly chewed upon a piece of dried fruit thinking.
"No I don't think we're being followed. It's been two days, and so far we haven't seen anyone."
Miranda went silent as her thoughts turned to what would happen to her and Gwen if they were captured. Seperation, torture, and finally being shipped off to the re-education camps.
Hellholes on earth, where others like her and Gwen were locked away with others branded with the label abomination, treated as vermin only to be eradicated.
"We need to keep moving Gwen. We need to be in the city before dawn so that we are close to the safehouse."
Tired and sore, the two women shoulder their tiny packs and once more push on heading north in the hope of reaching freedom.
**************************
George Walker leaned back in his overstuffed chair sipping a fine cognac from a crystal snifter. His dark features twisted into a craggy mask of joy as he savored the lingering sensations of the pleasures he had just taken for himself.
Before him on his oversized bed cowering amid the rumpled sheets were the trembling nude forms of his latest playthings.
One sobbed quietly, her long blonde hair obscuring her features. George smiled remembering the extreme pleasure he experienced as she pleaded for him to stop. He loved his job benefits.
As the head of the Department of Vice Control, George had a difficult and stressful job. Ever since the first Bush Prophet had ascended the throne decades ago, morality in the country had been continually declining as if a plague had been unleashed upon the land.
George sighed as he poured himself more cognac. Some people never learned. It was not difficult to live by the word of the prophet, yet there were those who persisted in worshiping false gods and blastheming by engaging in acts of abomination.
George smiled at the trembling women on his bed. Doing the Lord's work was fullfilling, but the rewards here on earth were most satisfying.
George stood, tossed aside his robe, and crawled onto the bed.
*****************************
Miranda peered from from within the shelter of the abandoned boxes within the alley. Cold, tired, and hungry, the two women found sanctuary just as the sun was beginning to rise.
Despite her best efforts, Gwen had nodded off asleep, her cheek resting lightly upon Miranda's chest, her breathing light and peaceful.
Miranda looked down at Gwen's angelic face, smiled, remembering the first time she had seen Gwen, the time she fell in love.
It was a storybook late summer afternoon. Miranda was at the park reading, an activity preferable to staying home while her parents drank and argued constantly and loudly. In the park she was in her own world, one filled with love and kindness, not fear and hatred.
A gust of wind blew across the park, swirling leaves driving dust, and rippling pages. Miranda pulled her thin sweatshirt tight and happened to look up.
It was love at first sight. The way the sun shone upon the girls hair, the way her curves moved beneath her clothes. There was something about the girl that made Miranda's pulse quicken.
Miranda's cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment as she ran all the way home and locking herself in her room. What had she done to feel this way towards another girl?
As she slept Gwen dreamed.
Of happy times, of laughter and fun with Miranda, of meals shared, tender moments full of passion. The first time they made love and how for that brief moment, everything was right in the world.
Miranda pulled Gwen in tight to her, sheilding her as much as she could, waiting for night to fall.
*************************
George Walker pulled his supple designer gloves on over his long thin fingers, the soft leather carressing his hands.
The night air as cold. ones breath visible under the glow of the putrid yellow street lights.
"The men are ready Minister."
George ignored the flunky who slinked back into the jagged shadows of the street to wait.
George's dark features crackled with pleasure at the thought of raiding an abomination's safehouse. His pulse raced as he gleefully pictured all they would suffer before being shipped off to a re-education camp.
"Load the men," growled george as an assistant held open the door to his car. Tonight was going to be a great night.
***********************************
Night had fallen, curfew had come and gone, the moon a pale sliver in the cloud filled sky. Sickly streetlights cast a pale pallor upon the grey of the city.
In black upon black shadows, Miranda and Gwen krept from their hiding place, edging their way towards the safehouse at the end of the block.
"Is it clear love?" whispered Gwen from where she was crouched in the shadows, scared and nervous, her eyes flickering back and forth, watching for the appearance of any security forces.
"It looks clear. I haven't seen anything move outside since we arrived."
Miranda slinked back into the shadows and crouched down next to Gwen.
"It's going to be ok dearheart," whispered Miranda. "Soon the nightmare will be over and we shall be free."
Miranda gently kissed Gwen upon the lips. "Ready love?"
Gwen nods and begins to rise when the still of the night is shattered.
"Don't move," growls a voice, harsh and cold.
Fear grips Miranda and Gwen as they cling to each other crouched in the shadows, to scared to move, their bodies trembling.
The wail of sirens pierce the night as vans and cars emblazoned with the seal of the Department of Vice Control squeel to a stop, heavily armed men pouring out of them onto the lawn of the safehouse.
The door splinters open and windows shatter. The sharp crack of weaponry muffles the cries and screams of the house's inhabitants.
Miranda and Gwen watch in horror as body after body is dragged from the houseand piled upon the lawn.
The harsh voice pulls them from their shock. "TIme to go while they're occupied. we don't want to be here when they spread out and start checking the surroundings."
Miranda and Gwen didn't move.
"For f***'s sake," hissed the voice as two strong hands pulled the scared women to their feet.
To Be Continued..................
Drama/Romance
Rating 17+ for thematic elements and sexuality, prudes need not read. Edited to add this story contains elements of social satire which is protected under the First Amendment.
Miranda slipped as quietly as she could through the thick growth of the woods on the outskirts of the city. Her breath came in sharp gasps, loud to her ears. Dirt and grime from two days of cross country travel coated her clothes with a fine layer of grey and splatters of mud. Her hair was greasy and limp.
"Hold up love," cried out her lover Gwen.
Miranda stopped ,leaned over, her hands resting on her knee's. Gwen had dropped her tiny pack and had leaned back against the trunk of some ancient tree, her chest heaving as she sucked in the cool sweet night air.
"You think we're being followed?" asked Gwen after she had rested for a bit. She sipped water from her meager supply.
Miranda quietly chewed upon a piece of dried fruit thinking.
"No I don't think we're being followed. It's been two days, and so far we haven't seen anyone."
Miranda went silent as her thoughts turned to what would happen to her and Gwen if they were captured. Seperation, torture, and finally being shipped off to the re-education camps.
Hellholes on earth, where others like her and Gwen were locked away with others branded with the label abomination, treated as vermin only to be eradicated.
"We need to keep moving Gwen. We need to be in the city before dawn so that we are close to the safehouse."
Tired and sore, the two women shoulder their tiny packs and once more push on heading north in the hope of reaching freedom.
**************************
George Walker leaned back in his overstuffed chair sipping a fine cognac from a crystal snifter. His dark features twisted into a craggy mask of joy as he savored the lingering sensations of the pleasures he had just taken for himself.
Before him on his oversized bed cowering amid the rumpled sheets were the trembling nude forms of his latest playthings.
One sobbed quietly, her long blonde hair obscuring her features. George smiled remembering the extreme pleasure he experienced as she pleaded for him to stop. He loved his job benefits.
As the head of the Department of Vice Control, George had a difficult and stressful job. Ever since the first Bush Prophet had ascended the throne decades ago, morality in the country had been continually declining as if a plague had been unleashed upon the land.
George sighed as he poured himself more cognac. Some people never learned. It was not difficult to live by the word of the prophet, yet there were those who persisted in worshiping false gods and blastheming by engaging in acts of abomination.
George smiled at the trembling women on his bed. Doing the Lord's work was fullfilling, but the rewards here on earth were most satisfying.
George stood, tossed aside his robe, and crawled onto the bed.
*****************************
Miranda peered from from within the shelter of the abandoned boxes within the alley. Cold, tired, and hungry, the two women found sanctuary just as the sun was beginning to rise.
Despite her best efforts, Gwen had nodded off asleep, her cheek resting lightly upon Miranda's chest, her breathing light and peaceful.
Miranda looked down at Gwen's angelic face, smiled, remembering the first time she had seen Gwen, the time she fell in love.
It was a storybook late summer afternoon. Miranda was at the park reading, an activity preferable to staying home while her parents drank and argued constantly and loudly. In the park she was in her own world, one filled with love and kindness, not fear and hatred.
A gust of wind blew across the park, swirling leaves driving dust, and rippling pages. Miranda pulled her thin sweatshirt tight and happened to look up.
It was love at first sight. The way the sun shone upon the girls hair, the way her curves moved beneath her clothes. There was something about the girl that made Miranda's pulse quicken.
Miranda's cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment as she ran all the way home and locking herself in her room. What had she done to feel this way towards another girl?
As she slept Gwen dreamed.
Of happy times, of laughter and fun with Miranda, of meals shared, tender moments full of passion. The first time they made love and how for that brief moment, everything was right in the world.
Miranda pulled Gwen in tight to her, sheilding her as much as she could, waiting for night to fall.
*************************
George Walker pulled his supple designer gloves on over his long thin fingers, the soft leather carressing his hands.
The night air as cold. ones breath visible under the glow of the putrid yellow street lights.
"The men are ready Minister."
George ignored the flunky who slinked back into the jagged shadows of the street to wait.
George's dark features crackled with pleasure at the thought of raiding an abomination's safehouse. His pulse raced as he gleefully pictured all they would suffer before being shipped off to a re-education camp.
"Load the men," growled george as an assistant held open the door to his car. Tonight was going to be a great night.
***********************************
Night had fallen, curfew had come and gone, the moon a pale sliver in the cloud filled sky. Sickly streetlights cast a pale pallor upon the grey of the city.
In black upon black shadows, Miranda and Gwen krept from their hiding place, edging their way towards the safehouse at the end of the block.
"Is it clear love?" whispered Gwen from where she was crouched in the shadows, scared and nervous, her eyes flickering back and forth, watching for the appearance of any security forces.
"It looks clear. I haven't seen anything move outside since we arrived."
Miranda slinked back into the shadows and crouched down next to Gwen.
"It's going to be ok dearheart," whispered Miranda. "Soon the nightmare will be over and we shall be free."
Miranda gently kissed Gwen upon the lips. "Ready love?"
Gwen nods and begins to rise when the still of the night is shattered.
"Don't move," growls a voice, harsh and cold.
Fear grips Miranda and Gwen as they cling to each other crouched in the shadows, to scared to move, their bodies trembling.
The wail of sirens pierce the night as vans and cars emblazoned with the seal of the Department of Vice Control squeel to a stop, heavily armed men pouring out of them onto the lawn of the safehouse.
The door splinters open and windows shatter. The sharp crack of weaponry muffles the cries and screams of the house's inhabitants.
Miranda and Gwen watch in horror as body after body is dragged from the houseand piled upon the lawn.
The harsh voice pulls them from their shock. "TIme to go while they're occupied. we don't want to be here when they spread out and start checking the surroundings."
Miranda and Gwen didn't move.
"For f***'s sake," hissed the voice as two strong hands pulled the scared women to their feet.
To Be Continued..................