Writer's Block with Suenammi Richards

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Life Goes On

All over the world awakenings are happening. Each day an ordinary person is waking up with new extraordinary talents. And those who already had these talents are finding themselves much much stronger. One day the world will know it's history and this time shall be known as the shift. The brief period of time where humanity succumbed to vanity, pride, lust, envy, anger, sloth and greed to become their own gods. The loss of life was monumental. The true powers of the universe stood by and let it happen. In most situations the problem will eventually weed itself out and this time was no different than the many, many times before.

But each time humanity returns more refined. They adapt to change faster. They understand the theories in less time. And they build their monuments to themselves higher and higher. This wasn't the first time they declared themselves gods. However it might be the last time.

In the preparation for the shift a select few have been chosen. Of course in every story such as this, there are those who have actually been given divinity. They were chosen not because of what they were but because of who they could become. Potential is not a dirty word, it is a compliment. The bottom line is, when the universe calls on one to become bigger. The last thing one can do is deny the request.

The world must begin again and it has been determined that when the time comes only those born of the 9 matched pairs will remain. All else shall perish, by decree of the seven deadly sins. They will fall for an idea or person, for power and glory. Only the children of the 9 will survive and only they will seed the future to humanity. Life must go on . .

Saturday, April 30, 2016

This Scene with Sergei and Clair

Clair walked ahead of him and opened her door. “Thanks for dinner by the way, it was lovely.” She threw over her shoulder.

“Don’t mention it.” She heard float from behind her as he followed her in.

“Drink?” Clair asked as she gestured towards her sofa.

“Yeah, a coffee would be nice.” As he instead seated himself at her baby grand. Causing Clair to pause and stare for a moment to see what he was doing. With the delicacy of a surgeon the man lifted the lid and placed his fingers over the keys. Clair was about to yell at him she realized as he started playing Beethoven’s fifth in A minor.

Fascinated Clair stopped and watched as this handsome man closed his eyes and let his fingers glide over her keys.

“You tune her yourself don’t you?” he said under his breath.

Clair hadn’t realized that she had moved closer until she heard his voice which startled her out of her stunned fascination with his playing.

“Yes, I do.”

He nodded. “You like your tones a hair sharper than a tuner would leave it.”

Clair felt the tug in her heart, and terrified more than fascinated, she made her way swiftly into the kitchen and started the process of brewing coffee.

Clair realized that her hands were shaking as she placed the filter into the machine. The sounds of his playing floating clearly into the kitchen. His technique was nearly flawless, his form, the pressure of his fingers and the invisible nuances of playing an instrument as complex as the piano all in line with the intent and purpose of the piece. Clair took a deep breath as the sounds of one of her favorite works moved over her ears and assailed her heart and soul.

It had been like that when Johnny would sing to her. His voice would incite feelings of wonder, awe and joy. But his voice wasn’t the instrument of her heart, not like the piano. Listening to someone pay homage to her liege as Sergei was, raised her level of involvement to about three times of where it was when Johnny would sing to her.

‘Rapture as a noun meaning elation. Elation as a noun meaning happiness, euphoria, glee, intoxication, jubilation which leads back to—‘

Clair’s eyes popped open as she realized what she was doing.

Shaking even harder she continued preparing the coffee.

When the task was done she walked into the living room and sat on her sofa and listened to him play, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. She got to watch the play of his back muscles as he moved. He sat ramrod straight. Edwina would love his form, she thought passively. He kept his wrists firm and his fingers loose. And he was playing as if he could see the music in his head. Eyes closed. Clair did that sometimes, but that was because of the sheer ecstasy she received from playing. Biting her fingernails, Clair watched as he continued. Then without thinking she got up and sat next to him on her bench. There was barely enough room for her and she completed his melodic line with the under pairing for the piece. Edwina used to do this for her all the time when she was trying to find her way through a piece. It was akin to what women did to under lead a man while teaching ballroom dance.

Sergei’s eyes opened and he looked over at Clair as she played. Her eyes were on the keys. The look on her face as she played made his breath catch. It was sublime, the pleasure she received from this instrument. It wasn’t the right time or the right place but he couldn’t help what he did next. He took her chin into his hand and leaned over to kiss her.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Sergei

Clair was admiring her shoes in the mirror when she heard the loud insistent knocking on the door. She jumped and then started over to it. His knock wasn’t quite a cop-knocking because it wasn’t the pounding normally associated with cops, but it was only a few notches down from that. Clair opened the door and there stood one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. He certainly hadn’t looked this dapper when they had first met.

Sergei stood on the other side of the door with a single rose held against his chest, which was covered in a dark blue linen shirt that made his ice blue eyes really pop. The slacks were also a linen it seemed and in the same shade. His hair, which he wore just a touch long, was combed over and parted on the side. It was such a nerd thing to do and it was one of the cutest things Clair had ever seen. He stood ramrod straight, almost military straight as he let his eyes roam over her. Clean shaven, his angular jaw line and ridiculous cheekbones were put on display framing his full lips as he softly smiled at her, finally meeting her eyes.

“Good evening Clair.” He drawled smoothly.

For a split second as she stared into his eyes as he smiled down at her, his deep voice caressing her, Clair did something she had never done before. She went completely blank, no thought would cross her mind as she stared into his eyes. She felt her mouth open but no words came out. And that was when panic had started to set in. Blinking rapidly she stood in the door facing him as her jaw flapped without voicing anything at all.

Sergei arched a brow at her seemingly enjoying her display. Mercifully he asked, “Can I come in?”

The question registered and Clair solemnly nodded and stepped aside so he could do just that. As he passed her, the frozen ‘deer in headlights’ feeling she had started to fade. What in the hell was that, she frantically asked herself. I acted like a deaf mute for a second there, he’s not that hot!! She could feel the last thought actually being yelled in her mind. With a deep breath and a concert smile she turned to the large man that was standing in her living room.

“Sorry about that.” She said briefly.

He shrugged casually. “About what, it’s a compliment to render a woman dumb, deaf and blind for a second.” He paused and thought about it some. “Or it’s very sad.” He frowned as he thought about the other end of that.