TUMBLEWEED CONTESSA: 2014-05-04

Saturday, May 10, 2014

SHORT STORY: Part VI In The Beginning...

In The Beginning...

PART VI

©Mimi Wolske, March-April 2014

"They told me your real name," Renardo Gumbo shouts from about twenty paces behind me.

Unable to think of anything else to say and not yet ready to admit who I am, I shout over my shoulder, "You need a shave." I lead them away from the bright lights and forward to some nameless city filled with a race of souls that have quit their bodies; away from the Reptilians and Greys and everything they represent.

Before us lies a painted scene, not picturesque but a growing ruin by destructive artists in the sky that are preparing for the artistic climax. No living human will paint this historic scene shown by soft moonlight with vaporous nimbus clouds hovering over fallen cities. I wonder if they'll record the decadence and the ferocity of this day that is driven by reptiles and beings with large, intense, black eyes. Or will the new artists show the ruins in a murky moonlight with emaciated priest-like beings and reptiles in their ornate armor in the cursed upper air with a primitive-like human standing in the pillars with members of the elder Whites race.

"Gunn," he hollers, and runs to catch up with me.

I ignore the name. I refused to return with the other Whites to Sirona, but she knows this is where I belong. I once was called Gunn, or War, and I was always the first on any battlefield.

He passes and then turns to face me, and walks backwards with ease. He doesn't even bother to turn and check if there's anything on the ground that will trip him...like a couple of dead bodies a few feet away. I guess he trusts me to warn him. "Is it true? You're a valkyrie?"

"You're a valkyrie? " Kaarat asks. "Wow. I mean holy dying soldier wow! Imagine me traveling with a goddess. Hey, why aren't you up in some sort of special kingdom?"

I roll my eyes.

"Can you really transfer to other dimensions?" Ren asks.

Suddenly he appears. I know him and why he has come. Ragnarok is the White chosen by my mother, Sirona, to be my mate.

I should have known you would be here, on this final battlefield," Ragnarok thinks, and he glides toward us. Of course, everyone stops and stares. Ren swings around to face to face him.

I relinquish the deceased warrior I collected since I came to the top. They will prepare to become fighters with Ragnarok when he advances in the immense battle. Ragnarok, I turn my warrior collection over to you for you to escort yourself to Hall of Slain.

I'm not here to collect warrior souls, Gunn. I am here to escort you back to your mother and our people. We will be mated before I go to fight this final battle.

Ren steps between me and Ragnarok and says, "What's going on? Who is that, Morgan?"

"He has come to unify those warriors of earth with those from the sky," I say, unable to tell him that he is to be my mate. Schizbo! I think I'm going to have to tell Ren that he is the one I love and not this god.

In a voice filled with awe, Kaarat says, "That's Ragnarok, isn't it."

My head offers a quick, responsive jerk to confirm what I know she is thinking. "Look, there is a way to beat these aliens and survive. One of you must gain all the knowledge you can."

"I can do it," Ren offers without a thought.

"You don't know what you're saying," Kaarat complains. "You only want to impress Mor-Gunn."

She looks up at me, concern written in every line on her face. "Tell us the Catch 22."

I hesitate, but her question is fair...and wise. It's good to know the probable outcome before you go into any battle. "I can't linger here much longer. The battle has accelerated and already Loki, Freyr, and Odin have died."

Ragnarok nods. He's sensed the same deaths. Will you tell them what will happen to whomever acquires such knowledge?

I give him an affirmative nod and turn to Ren and Kaarat. "Any human gaining specific knowledge will go insane before they are able to document what they learn."

The Whites are on this planet to help the human beings survive, I want to add. Being half human, I certainly have a large stake in their survival. We came thousands of years ago to help this planet and any intelligent life that was found. I have been the first on the battlefields and among the first to collect the deceased since my existence.

"Is this the end? The doom of the gods?" Kaarat is more knowledgeable than Ren. She might just survive.

Tell them about the Reptilians who came to this planet shortly after we arrived. Ragnarok thinks.

What? And let them know that the Morning Star, the Great Deceiver, is real? Don't you think that would scare them?

It will make them stronger to know how we made them bipedal snakes when we learned they were using the human beings as a source of their needed nutrients.

Ragnarok, I can't tell them. I won't.

Shall I give you a reason? he threatened.

Instantly, he makes Cap appear. Ren, stunned, can't move.

Kaarat says, "What? Another human to protect or will he fight the Greys and the Reptilians with us?"

Why, Ragnarok?

Tell them and I will go back to Sirona and explain you are needed on the battlefield. I won't force you to marry me. I understand your thoughts, Gunn. But, don't tell them and I will take you without concern for your affection for that human man. You know I can."

"What's going on Morgan?" Cap asks.

Ren runs to him and forgets he's a man and hugs Cap. It's sort of like watching him hold that alien baby all over again.

"Cap!" he says and it almost sounds like adoration, like love, as if Cap is his father.

Again, I feel my love for Ren being tested. How much do I have to give so this human man can live? How much for all three of my friends to survive this battle? I let Ragarok know I agree. He leaves and I tell these three everything...well, everything about the Reptilians and the Greys that I think they should know.

Were all sitting around with only a small light Cap brought with him to give us any light. I say, "The rest of what there is to know, one of you has to learn yourself."

Cap looks solemn. "It's just what people have been quoting for centuries."

"What?" Ren asks.

"About the heavens being on fire and dissolving and the elements melting." He looks at each one of us. "God help us if the fate of this planet is in our hands."

"Mor-Gunn," Kaarat says, "Could this learning task be divided? I mean, what if each one of us learns about a third or what is needed to know? Couldn't we then put it into a computer and share it with the heads of military for this planet so we could fight and destroy these aliens?"

"That's a clever idea," Cap says, and compliments Kaarat before I can respond.

"I cannot stay with you much longer. Humans all over this planet are dying and so are the gods. It is past time that I must go and collect the ones who will join Ragnarok. I can only say Kaarat's idea is worth trying because what I failed to tell you all is that you all might die whether you have all the knowledge or not. I have no way of knowing or of protecting you. But, if you call me...if you would even just think my name, I promise to be with you instantly until the end."

Kaarat comes to me and hugs me. It's the only time she has been able to do this as I am sitting as she stands. Her mouth is close to my ear and she whispers for my ears only, "I just wanted to let you know you didn't kill my boyfriend. I think it was a Grey who murdered him."

I place my hand on her head and take her into my confidence and let my knowledge of life and history become hers. Why? Because I find her to be the most esoteric and advanced of all humans.

To Be Continued

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Thursday, May 8, 2014

SHORT STORY: In The Beginning... Part V

In The Beginning...

PART V

©Mimi Wolske, March-April 2014

I hear breathing and I don't realize it's mine until I lift my head and see the vaporous cloud rising. I exhale and a cold puff escapes from my open lips. I can't believe what I'm seeing in my hand. The latest weapon of destruction my two peoples have ever made in a joint effort.

Then I realize the vaporous cloud is coming from that weapon and not from me. I lower my hand and my eyes follow the angle of the blasted killer I'm holding.

Oh, no, no, no, no, nooooo.

Eyes open and staring at me with a blank expression, the human on his back has a hole in his forehead. His lips are parted slightly and they give the appearance of someone who was smiling and never knew what hit him. He fell backwards. I know that because one of his legs is bent at the knee and tucked awkwardly under his body. He's wearing a jacket of down...I can smell the feathers from where I stand. The hood of his jacket is caught between his neck and the ground. It's soaked red. Then I notice the dark pool.

Blood.

I move around him; studying him; studying the hole I put just above his nose. His hands are palm down on the dirt. A Glock from the twenty-first century lies under one.

I exhale and lift my head to look around.

I remember being angry at Sirona for trying to control my life and take Ren away from me. I remember thinking myself back to the top and onto land. No wonder I can see my breath. It's cold here even for me.

It's night and no one else is around. Well, except for about a thousand dead bodies on the ground. I exhale a long, beautiful vapor. It's not cold enough here yet to freeze it.

Holy schizbo! I couldn't have killed all of these humans. I like humans. I'm half human.

Then I sense her. A woman hiding behind the corner of the building across the road.

"It's okay," I call. "You're safe."

I barely have time to move, that how quickly she steps out, holds up her weapon, points it at me, and fires. It's one of those things they used to call an automatic and a round of bullets follows me to a pile of rubble.

I exhale. Civilization going to pieces. Fine!

Another round whizzes near my shoulder when I try to lift my head to see where she is. The temperatures in this town along the ice-free coast range from eighteen to forty-five degrees Fahrenheit across the seasons. It was probably around twenty degrees the night the war between the Reptilians and the Greys began. It wasn't much warmer tonight.

"You alien! You murdered him and now I'm going to murder you!"

Ahhh, the woman has a voice. I fire my weapon in the air above me...just to let her now I have a bit more power than she. I exhale. This isn't going to end well unless I just vanish.

"Hey, I am half human! Besides, we're the good guys!"

I should go back down and get Ren, but I'm sure the Whites are laying in wait for me to do just that. She's fired sixteen shots, there's only one left. Then I hear her put a new cartridge in the chamber. Schizbo!

"Hey, alien! This is your lucky day, you know?"

"How is that possible?"

"Because this is as close to hell as you're going to get while your alien heart is still BEA-TING!"

She unloads the entire clip, all 17 shots, and I can feel the heat of those bullets as they penetrate and break up the stone slab directly in front of me.

"Okay, okay," I yell. Jeezzz. "You're a hero. I get it.... Look. I promise not to kill you." I listen intently but I don't hear another clip being slid into the pistol's hand grip. She's out of ammunition. I don't sense she has any other weapons. I concentrate listening for any sounds of metal sliding against metal. Nothing.

I exhale.

"See those ships up there? They're the enemies for you and me. One wants us for food and the other just wants us dead."

Still no sounds of metal. Now all of my senses move to full alert.

"Look. I know you're out of ammunition. Just throw out your gun and you will be safe." At least from me.

Suddenly, there's a weight on my back and something hard hits me in the side of my head. I reach back and grab hold and then lean forward. She is dumped at my feet.

"I want justice!" she screams.

Schizbo! It's one of those little people Ren used to tell me about. I always laughed and said he was just making up stories. But, here she is, all four feet of her.

I rise and look down six feet to where she lies at me feet and I see the terror in her eyes. I smile and exhale.

~ ~ ~

I'm paralyzed as I round the corner with Kaarat, the little woman. I estimate thirty or so Reptilians are firing their weapons at around twice as many Greys who are just outside a small building that garages the vehicles for the people of this small, icy island.

"We're dead meat," Kaarat says.

Her voice sounds morphed; it's a fruity-rich, chocolatey voice. I suspect she is one of the true descendents of the original inhabitors of this planet and I wonder if my Whites ancestors mated with these humans when they made their pilgrimage here. It would make sense why the humans, after all these centuries, are taller. She did admit, as we searched for someplace safe to hide that also housed any communication source, that her shorter, stockier body is able to withstand not only severe coldness but also extreme heat.

I tell her in a hushed undertone to back up. "They haven't seen us yet. We'll have to go around them."

We find an empty market and step into it. She is walking on some glass showcases, which makes us almost equal in height, and she lifts her weapon and points it at me.

Schizbo!

"Duck!" she screams and then lets loose with a round from some sort of rifle that just lets ammunition fly repeatedly.

I dive to the ground and roll to my back. The Grey is still coming at us. I show him my weapon. He smiles...sort of. But, he's never seen this one. I fire. Three times. He finally falls.

"Can't you just use that laser gun on all of them and zap them all to Helvete?"

I chuckle and think Yeah, when Helvete freezes over. Because we were definitely in the right place for that to happen. "No, they'd capture use before I could kill ten of them. And, trust me, you do not want to be captured by those devilish Reptilians."

I guess my mind was thinking of Ren simultaneously because he's walking toward me surrounded by four Whites.

I only have to think his name and I'm there, my arms wrapped around his neck, and I'm hugging him close to me. I never believed I'd say this, but he is one handsome human. I feel his heart hammers against my chest, then I realize it's mine.

"You don't know how good it is to see you," I think so only the Whites can hear. "We need your help to escape the Reps and Greys."

"We are here to escort you back to your mother. She is allowing this human to be here so you two can say good-bye to each other."

To Be Continued

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

POETRY - ROMANTIC: Their Promise

©Their Promise

Mimi Wolske, May 2014

Five years before...had it really been

five years?

Yes,

he thought,

it had, and one side of

his mouth curved up.

Five years before

He would have protested,

laughingly

but still, he would never have

believed

this woman

could hold him in a spell

and he would willingly

be her slave...

to the point of risking

his

tranquility.

What hidden forces of lust and love

had brought about this result?

Were they secretly within him?

Willingly, he wanted to be cast,

bound head to foot, into

her

loving arms.

Now he dreaded the thought he wouldn't be

prudent, that he would act

foolishly—with folly. He no longer

belonged

to himself.

His love, his sex slave, with her

suppleness like a cat and

playful, honest disposition, had,

little by little, glided into every

fiber

of his body.

This woman had become as necessary to him as

eating and drinking...and breathing.

After arriving home from work and

having eaten his dinner, he excused

himself saying he was tired and

wanted to go to bed

at once.

After

dinner, she played her role, mentioned

she wasn't feeling well and

should go to bed early this night.

There was some concern

from her family and they

encouraged her to

seek

her bed.

The woman wanted to run up the stairs,

but not to arouse suspicion,

she only half ran and stumbled

over their dog in her hurry to

reach

her phone

in her private bedroom. She swiped away

beads of perspiration and fell upon

her bed almost giddy with excitement.

Anyone seeing her would have

thought

her drunk.

When her phone rang, all she wanted

was to run to him, gaze into his eyes,

and smile knowing he was just as anxious

to see

her.

They each removed their clothes and

crawled into bed desirous to hear

the words of love and lust and imagine

being in each other's embrace, and then

they

made love.

This languorous couple remained on their

phones for several hours talking of this

and that, neither willing to let go but

knowing

they must.

"I have to go," she sighed.

He whispered he was falling onto his knees

before her and taking her hands in his.

"Goodnight

Sexy Lady,"

he said, but didn't move. "Until the next time."

"No," she said with a heavy sigh. "Not

until next time. That's so indefinite."

"Then when? When will

you

be free?"

She believed she was looking him full in the face.

"The truth? I think I may never be free and

I have no more excuses and I cannot

think

of one."

"Then we must say this is farewell," he said.

"No! I can't do that!" she answered.

She pronounced each word in

terrified

despair.

Then she added, a bit more gently,

and without removing her hands from his...

She told him she loved only him.

must go."

Then came a silence, a long silence,

that was finally broken by him.

"I had a dream and it

scared me.

Understand?"

"Yes," she answered and her heart sobbed.

"Yes," she said again, shuddering. Abruptly

she told him she was bending over his

face

smothering

him with kisses and bursting into sobs,

she said in disjointed sentences...

"I lack the strength to leave you when

you

talk like that.

It scares me. Tell me we shall see

one another still. Give me courage. Give

me assurances. You have need of me still,

Don't

you?

One of these days...please say it and mean it."

"I don't want you to leave, but if you stay,

you know we won't be able to keep our

hands

to ourselves."

She pulled her shaking hands from his

and wrung them afraid to say anything,

afraid not to say something. She couldn't

give

him up.

She'd perish without him and his love.

He didn't want to lose her. He hadn't loved

anyone like her and he knew the pain in his

chest

was heartache.

"Sweetheart," he said, and he hadn't called her

anything endearing in a while and he

hoped she knew he meant it. The

prudent

instincts

of the man awakened and he said,

"Nothing has changed." He took her

in his arms, he told her, and was

kissing

her face.

"This hurts," she sobbed. "I don't know

if I'll be able to last longer than

tomorrow morning without

seeing

you."

"Then I will be here because I

need to see you, too."

Before they closed their eyes, the man
pulled the woman into his embrace and
whispered, "You belong to me. Never forget
You
Are Mine."
They fell asleep holding their phones

to their ears and listening to and

saying the same words they always said.

Nothing

changed.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

POETRY - EROTIC: THIS IS HOW IT BEGINS

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