Your 'Harrowing' V

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No legs have I to dance, no lungs have I to breathe, no life have I to live
and yet I do all three...

...what am I?

I love rain and coffe

Dear readers,

It's not often that I actually turn to you like that, but I just had this wonderful idea of sharing something with you. Quite simply - it's the sound of rain. There's a wonderful website:

www.rainymood.com

It's just a good 30 minute rain sound track on loop, but it is remarkable how wonderfully it enhances your music - jazz in particular. Maybe it helps you sleep better, who knows, but you just have to try listening to some smooth jazz with rain in the background.

That's all for now. I might post more today.

*bites*

Your 'Harrowing' IV

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I am greater than God and more evil than the devil himself.
The poor have me, the rich need me, and if you ever eat me you'll die...

...what am I?

Your 'Harrowing' III

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Often will I spin a tale, never will I charge a fee. I'll amuse you an entire eve, but, alas
you won't remember me...

...what am I?

Your 'Harrowing' II

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I am rarely touched but often held. If you have wit you'll use me well...

...what am I?

Your 'Harrowing' I

I have seas with no water, coasts with no sand, towns without people, mountains without land...

...what am I?

NB! Don't Google it before you try^^
NB! I'm just going to mention again that JC9 has been posted and also, JC10 will be posted around Thursday or so.

A post at last... forgive me the delay. I'll try posting more frequently from now on, even if it's just for a while. At least so I can redeem myself.

Finally I quit the slacking-off and wrote the ninth part. (it was already posted blow with just the title, now the post was added) This part, for no good reason besides the fact that the next part will be very important, was unbelievably demanding and I had difficulty writing without consuming much time, which I had not, even though this part had been in my head for ages unchanged! I actually like the ninth really much for two good reasons. One will be revealed in the next part and the second one is that I found use for the word 'feline'. It's a pretty word. So once again, forgive me the delay. I don't actually need to make excuses, but why not when I have the chance?
I had little time, a writer's block, a fatigue condition, a sleeping condition, a drinking tea condition and I went to the doctor's..
You know...
I'm very disappointed actually.
My health is not that bad after all, and all the while I was hoping I had some serious heart-disease and I'd die horribly and dramatically, being young and beautiful. Well it isn't, even the ECG test was a complete pushover. The one where they see how your heart works while they let you play with a fun-uphill-bike-ride-simulator. It was so easy!
But I have to take some heart vitamins or something...
when I'm drinking tea anyway..
why not spice it up then with some pills?
I have no idea why you'd want to read about it but I am glad I wrote this post because otherwise I would have forgotten to take my medicine. *does concerned-Nathan-look*

PS! This is about the maximum amount of characters I can type as a post's Title.

Just so you know...

The last post...

...before Johnstown Castle 9!

I'm sorry that I've kept it from you for so long. Now that I have a bit more time I can finally write it.

NB!
I heard that the annulled, beheaded, hung, drawn and quartered post was resurrected, sanctified, enlightened, hugged and kissed on the next day!

First post with NB! at the end of it

Originally there really was a post for today...
but it was annulled, beheaded, hung, drawn and quartered on a ladder.
So there ain't one.

Duck!

NB! Apparently you can first behead and then hang blog posts.

Criticism & Ducks

Criticism - many a wonderful thing can happen once you are subject to it. And sometimes its just a hilariously good compliment. I was told my Estonian intonation is bad - too British. (Rising tones.)

Maybe I should develop a new habit... every time I don't have time for regular posts or stories I will mention ducks. So these short posts could be called Duck Posts!

Sadly I'm too unimportant to develop a popular meme. And no, I have no idea why I suddenly came forth with this duck-misusing content.

Maybe I should invent vampire ducks...

Johnstown Castle - part 9

...I am well aware of what is happening, am I not…

“May I come in, sir, to bring your laundry?”
“Certainly,” I replied.
I opened the door and there she was again – Loretta. I let my eyes slide across her quickly so as to avoid staring and backed away from the door. Her dress was not as short as always, yet that time with a turtleneck which made her very good-looking. How that little neck of hers could support a head would remain a mystery to me forever and the dress made her even slimmer with its fine grey vertical stripes on black… was it cashmere?
“Oh my, you don’t look at all well, Sir! Are you feeling alright?”
“What?”
I was confused for at that point I hadn’t even noticed how fatigue-slaughtered of an appearance I really had and I looked into the mirror once again to find reason behind her words. I was pale and sleep deprived but not as ill-looking as she had suggested with her attitude.
“It’s alright, don’t worry, Miss Loretta.”
She was obviously still taken by dismay but she nevertheless carried on with her duty and didn’t seem too concerned. During the time that she was working I engaged, like the last time, in needless activities just to keep myself occupied. However, that time I did it differently. That time I didn’t even try to force my thoughts away from Loretta and although I was still looking through some of my latest latters I did it carelessly and instead focused on my situation and that dream. Why such a dream... and that stranger?

Darling,

Will you not come back already? What is taking so long?
Burning the midnight oil even on a visit, doused in paperwork?
Send word please, I miss you.

Love,

B.

I had often had dreams about the future and of my options when I was younger, yet never had I thought I would end up on a job like this and engaged at such a young age. It was for the old people, I used to think and one day I was just blatantly proven wrong.
Loretta came closer to me suddenly, with her head down as always and turned to face the bed and bowed down. I admit that at the sight of her rather feline qualities I could feel a raging lust arise in me suddenly, and that again I could relate to my dream of her. Loretta was going to take my bedding to the wash kitchen and therein lied the problem I had to face.
“Mister, I hope Regina did prepare your bedding last night.”
“She did,” I replied immediately, for I knew she was about to ask it. Even so I had not prepared an answer and I was due to regret it.
“Did she bring you no bed sheet?”
I couldn’t tell her I had thrown it into the fire, what good would that have done? But what else was I to say? I stood silent for over a minute.
“Sir?” Loretta gave me a confused look.
Suddenly my heart began beating so hard that I could hear it. I seemed to be like a completely different man from when I had first arrived. How could I do such a thing I thought to myself.
“Loretta.”
“Yes, mister?”
“I put the sheet under the bed.”
I could have only imagined how unreasonable that probably sounded, yet I said it. My heart started beating even faster then. Loretta was, without a doubt, very surprised upon hearing me say that and she didn’t say a word. Even so, being too naive, she took a step back towards me, went on her hands and knees and stuck her head under the bed thus effectively exposing her young body for my desire to abuse.

To be continued…

No post today...

Technically this is a post, but I'm not too concerned with that. The idea remains - that today you won't get to read anything that I designed with a proper goal in mind other that to let you know about it. If you are really bored I suggest you write a poem about a duck! And make it really ducky!

The Duck

It appears, I admit - in total confusion -, the post for the 5th of January. Perhaps a little tale, now on the sixth, will fix this mishap?

There was a duck.. in a tower..
with really long hair...
and it was pretty.

And everybody knew it was so...
for ducks as one might know...

actually never mind, this isn't going anywhere...

Johnstown Castle - part 9 will appear soon, I think.

Johnstown Castle - part 8

...and we will be forgiven, for our devotion bested every love and every care...

Her juvenile warm body turned cold suddenly. Loretta was still hanging on my arms up against the wall when her hands let go of me and her head sunk. At first I was just speechless for she was completely limp and I didn’t know what happened. But it wasn’t until after I noticed she wasn’t breathing that I thought to scream and realize that I was holding a corpse. In panic I dropped Loretta and let her fall on the floor - I could hear her spine crack. The air was cold once again and I felt my lungs cramp. How could this have happened? Could anyone catch me in act?
I turned my head to look at the clock only to find it was gone. Instead there was a white rose nailed to the wall just where the clock used to be. Then someone screamed giving me a fright and making me look around. Loretta’s body had vanished. Terrified as I was I didn’t know what to do and in my confused state I stumbled on something and fell. There was nothing I could do or grab onto to prevent me from falling. Thus I fell into darkness and everything faded away.
I was in my room, in my bed and I was cold. My body was so numb and frozen that it didn’t seem to be my own. After opening my eyes and raising my head I understood that the dream was over, but I noticed that the doors to the balcony were wide open and, just having disappeared behind the curtains, a woman in a white laced gown had taken her leave.
The rest of the night I spent staring at the balcony and the wall where I dreamt I had violated and killed Loretta. I thought of what I would have discovered had I only taken pursuit of that woman. But I didn’t as I was barely able to move then. Having at one point closed the doors and lit a fire in the hearth I burned my sheets to hide the traces of me and my visitor. That woman was a complete mystery to me. I didn’t know who she was, how she had gotten in and why she had come to me anyway. Was it then me who had been violated instead of Loretta? Why would someone come to me while I was sleeping? Everything was so perplexing I lost all sense of time. And deep in my thoughts as I was, I didn’t find that sense again until dawn.
“Good morning, Mister,” I heard Loretta say from behind the door then. Grey daylight was illuminating my room and the clock which hadn’t disappeared after all suggested it was nine in the morning. There was still a little fire in the hearth but the bed sheets had disappeared almost completely. A look in the mirror let me know I looked not bad at all but a little pale and sleep deprived perhaps. “Good morning,” I replied and walked to the door to open it and let her in, meanwhile considering whether I could or could not do to her what I had done in my dreams.

To be continued…

Johnstown Castle - part 7

...for we know even if guilt doth come, it will seek not us…

All was dark yet I knew I was awake - and cold. I turned my head to look at the clock yet I couldn’t make out anything. What time was it? Probably it was still night-time for I felt I hadn’t rested at all. I let a shivering breath escape from my cramped lungs. Something was not right. Were the doors opened? It was so cold and I couldn’t move and I just waited. The blanket was so heavy and the air so cold that it was hard to breathe in again. Gradually, however, my eyes got accustomed to the darkness and my mind cleared. Then something crossed my mind. There was no sculpture in my room. How could I have fallen asleep with that in mind? There are no sculptures here but in the garden. I looked around in a hurry and then saw her – the intruder.
In my room, right before my bed, there was a figure standing, motionless, just like a sculpture. I pushed away my blanket quickly and without much of a thought I gave in to the curiosity that my mind was overflown with and jumped up. I rushed to the figure and grabbed its neck… no, her neck - it was Loretta. The young maid was standing there still with my hands around her neck and I had no idea why. She let out a squeak trying to breathe. I wondered what I was doing. But I didn’t let go, no, I pushed her back and pinned her against the wall. I knew I had caught her. It was still dark but I was able to see the short dress she was wearing and those black stockings underneath.
“Please,” she whimpered.
What was she thinking, playing with me like that? She made me angry and she had no business in my room whatsoever.
“No!”
I released her neck but pressed my hand firmly on her mouth letting her speak no longer. What had she been trying to do to me? I would have had Cornelius punish her however that man was used to punishing the girl. Yet what would he have done? Would he have beaten, or embarrassed her? I grinned... Cornelius must be a sick pervert after all - that was clear by just looking at the girl. Her slender body was too alluring. She was a little girl covered only by that tight-fitting dress and nothing more. Who would leave her so helpless? Loretta tried to pull my hand away but to no avail - her resistance was futile. I took hold of one of her arms and I couldn’t help but notice how my hand totally enclosed hers. She was so subtle – a girl in her weak and helpless presence yet so mischievous and provocative.
I let go of her arm and slid my hand across her low-cut neckline. She was breathing frantically but she still could provide no resistance. My hand was feeling her feverish body and slowly descending towards her bosom. She was so tender and aphrodisiac it was thoroughly a satisfying thing to do. Loretta closed her eyes. She knew I could do what I pleased with her and that she deserved to be embarrassed like that. I pulled the shoulder of her dress down revealing her snow-white breast and moved closer pushing her body against the wall with my own. I could feel how she was breathing - her breasts pressed against me. I slid my hand down across her tightly laced dress slowly. I wanted to elongate her suffering as much as I could. My hand travelled further slowly caressing Loretta’s hip and thigh until her pleasingly short dress ended and I could feel her soft skin beneath indicating to me that I could raise my hand again to explore her womanly features under it.
As I moved my head closer and let my lips touch her neck and shoulder I stopped to think on what I was doing. I couldn’t know if I had gone completely mad or not, but I could play with my Aphrodite like she had wanted to play with me and I didn’t care anymore. She pressed her eyes shut in absolute embarrassment and I noticed she was crying as I was sliding my hand upon her lingerie. It delighted me. She had given in to me and surrendered letting me know I could take her. I had achieved my goal. I stuck my fingers under her lingerie and pulled abruptly tearing them off and exposing her entirely. “See, what you get,” was the only thing I could think of to say as I was lifting her up against the wall by her thighs. And Loretta, even though I had released her chin, didn’t reply to me but kissed my lips and let me in.

To be continued…

Johnstown Castle - part 6

...yet we’d have on our side, to serve us a merit, the absence of guilt...

That night I decided I wouldn’t try staying up again for I had convinced myself that there was nothing to worry about and also due to the fact that I had covered two very badly edited collective works on economics and culture so I really couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. As a somewhat new experience I didn’t see Loretta again before I went to bed, which was awkward only for the simple reason that preparing my room had been her responsibility until then. That time, however, it was the older maid Regina, whom I had seen only once or twice during my stay, who carried out that task.
I must admit that it bothered me to some extent. It was not because I had Regina as Loretta’s substitute - I didn’t mind an older woman as my maid at all - but it seemed to me, that Loretta was avoiding me after that unfortunate mishap. However, there was also a second reason to my worries, because Loretta had not been far from fine until I left the library. Actually I thought she had gotten over it. But if she wasn’t there to see to my room, then where was she?
“Good night, Sir” I heard Regina say in her low and soothing voice. It reminded me of some Dutch actress who had a low voice and I think a similar short haircut as well. Maybe Regina was a singer once? She left the room quietly with a candle in her hand and the black void behind the door took her in. “Good night” I replied and locked the door. As I pulled out the key I saw a dim ray of light on my hand for a brief moment which then, along with the ever diverging steps of the maid, disappeared.
I couldn’t describe my state at that point in time even if I tried. It felt as though life had hit me, or on the contrary, escaped me entirely. I didn’t understand why things were how they were and why I was in such a situation. I felt like a mechanism by just doing the things I ought to do yet it satisfied me in some way. One could say it was a state of tranquillity. I undressed with that same tranquil feeling in my head and claimed once again the bed.
As I rested my head on the pillow suddenly fatigue hit me like a rock. Everything faded away in a peaceful haze. I saw the candle burn brightly on the bedside table and illuminate my dark room a bit. There was the painting next to the closet, the table and the letters I had to reply to, there was a sculpture of a woman next to the chair and the big wooden clock behind it on the wall. But all faded away so quickly, and not more than a few seconds later I was sound asleep.

To be continued…

Massive Headache!

Meh haz it!