The Jagged Rock

Bandit|Queen · 09-17-2008, 01:31 AM

This has nothing to do with TorD or M/s I know but I don't know of anywhere else to post it. So don't read it if you don't wana

She sits, quite alone, still and almost thoughtless. The constant sound of the welling water the only sound to fill her mind, her eyes fixed on that one point of rock. The water changes. Sometimes it is black other times almost blue but always with an almost overpowering sheet of grey that never lifts.

She no longer looks at the water, she can predict what it will be each day now. Occasionally she glances up to watch a distant bird swirl across the dull and dying sun. She tightens her arms around her knees, pulling them closer to her chest, feeling the coldness of her skin pressing to her aching body.

Her body aches not from tiredness or over use, but the deep longing to feel warmth and love against it once more, to look up at the sun and be blinded by its brilliant brightness, to watch the birds climb higher and higher with her spirits and feel the grey sheet lift and disappear.

But she sits, quite alone, still and almost thoughtless, waiting. Waiting for that moment when she will rise from that jagged rock, stretch and shake the years of no light from her being and swim amongst the bright blue waters.

He comes. Not in a blaze of light or on a big white horse. Just quietly behind her, wrapping his arms around her battered body, lifting her carefully and slowly to her shaky feet. The bruising from the many years of sitting on the sharp and uneven rock clearly visible on her body, but somehow forgotten as they slip down into the cool and soothing water.

Her hand clings to the rock, afraid to let go of that one place she knows, afraid he will let go of her and leave her to drown in the surrounding waters. But he stays, waiting for her to let go of the last of the rock in her own uneven time. Her fingers slide into the water, the coldness of the rock no longer pressing to her body. Just his warmth around her as they drift in the current, watching the rock get ever smaller as the grey sheet lifts and the sun starts to wake.

She still bears the scars and bruises from that lonely and jagged rock, but it is far away, far enough for her to almost forget that lonely place and be content to sit in the long and swaying grass, watching the birds swirl over the blinding sun with his love welling about her.

They sit, together, hardly ever still and full of thoughts of what may come.

wackodude171 · 09-17-2008, 01:40 AM

I love the description you use and the images it creates, quit serene really. I would quite like to read some more of this.

Sum · 09-17-2008, 08:53 AM

Aww litlte one that made me smile and a little teary, really beautiful like you.
Love you. xxxxxxxxx

youngscotsman · 09-17-2008, 11:29 AM

intesting ,, loved the detail

the_boy · 09-17-2008, 01:00 PM

a very touching story and yet almost chilling at the same time.

applebooty · 09-27-2008, 01:37 PM

I'm ages late, but I thought I'd let you know this is beautiful. The description is superb, very vivid.

HottayFerSure · 09-27-2008, 02:04 PM

omg i love this, you're such an amazing writer.

Bandit|Queen · 09-27-2008, 03:30 PM

Awwww shucks

sum is hot

09-17-2008, 01:31 AM	#1
Bandit\|Queen getDare Sweetheart Join Date: Mar 2008 Posts: 414 Blog Entries: 2	The Jagged Rock This has nothing to do with TorD or M/s I know but I don't know of anywhere else to post it. So don't read it if you don't wana She sits, quite alone, still and almost thoughtless. The constant sound of the welling water the only sound to fill her mind, her eyes fixed on that one point of rock. The water changes. Sometimes it is black other times almost blue but always with an almost overpowering sheet of grey that never lifts. She no longer looks at the water, she can predict what it will be each day now. Occasionally she glances up to watch a distant bird swirl across the dull and dying sun. She tightens her arms around her knees, pulling them closer to her chest, feeling the coldness of her skin pressing to her aching body. Her body aches not from tiredness or over use, but the deep longing to feel warmth and love against it once more, to look up at the sun and be blinded by its brilliant brightness, to watch the birds climb higher and higher with her spirits and feel the grey sheet lift and disappear. But she sits, quite alone, still and almost thoughtless, waiting. Waiting for that moment when she will rise from that jagged rock, stretch and shake the years of no light from her being and swim amongst the bright blue waters. He comes. Not in a blaze of light or on a big white horse. Just quietly behind her, wrapping his arms around her battered body, lifting her carefully and slowly to her shaky feet. The bruising from the many years of sitting on the sharp and uneven rock clearly visible on her body, but somehow forgotten as they slip down into the cool and soothing water. Her hand clings to the rock, afraid to let go of that one place she knows, afraid he will let go of her and leave her to drown in the surrounding waters. But he stays, waiting for her to let go of the last of the rock in her own uneven time. Her fingers slide into the water, the coldness of the rock no longer pressing to her body. Just his warmth around her as they drift in the current, watching the rock get ever smaller as the grey sheet lifts and the sun starts to wake. She still bears the scars and bruises from that lonely and jagged rock, but it is far away, far enough for her to almost forget that lonely place and be content to sit in the long and swaying grass, watching the birds swirl over the blinding sun with his love welling about her. They sit, together, hardly ever still and full of thoughts of what may come. __________________ Have fun all! Love you my smooch! Last edited by Bandit\|Queen; 09-17-2008 at 09:02 AM.

09-17-2008, 08:53 AM	#3
Sum getDare Devil Join Date: Jan 2007 Posts: 1,049 Blog Entries: 9	Aww litlte one that made me smile and a little teary, really beautiful like you. Love you. xxxxxxxxx __________________ Through the darkness of futures past The magician longs to see One chants out between two worlds Fire walk with me I'm off to kinktalk. Bye all.

09-17-2008, 11:29 AM	#4
youngscotsman getDare Sweetheart Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: a shed at the bottem of the garden Posts: 420 Blog Entries: 2	intesting ,, loved the detail __________________ In its function the power to punish is not essentially different from that of curing or education" almost 18 yr old male scotland,, lookin to meet new people, also lookin for mistress, online or off ,,have webcam and up for trying new thing all the time so pm if interessted or lookin for a chat,,,, limits- no public or messy or x dressing,,

09-17-2008, 01:00 PM	#5
the_boy Senior Member Join Date: May 2008 Location: Canada Posts: 106	touching a very touching story and yet almost chilling at the same time. __________________ I Am The Boy person one: "cake i said, Let them have Cake!!!!!" person two: The cake is lie. The cake is lie!!!!!

09-27-2008, 02:04 PM	#7
HottayFerSure Account Banned Join Date: Jul 2008 Location: NJ Posts: 73	omg i love this, you're such an amazing writer. __________________ It's man devouring man, my dear, and who are we to deny it in here?- Sweeney Todd.

09-17-2008, 01:40 AM	#2
wackodude171 Junior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: In my own little world Posts: 12	I love the description you use and the images it creates, quit serene really. I would quite like to read some more of this.

09-27-2008, 01:37 PM	#6
applebooty Account Banned Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: SexyTown, U.S.A Posts: 174 Blog Entries: 1	I'm ages late, but I thought I'd let you know this is beautiful. The description is superb, very vivid.

09-27-2008, 03:30 PM	#8
Bandit\|Queen getDare Sweetheart Join Date: Mar 2008 Posts: 414 Blog Entries: 2	Awwww shucks sum is hot __________________ Have fun all! Love you my smooch!