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Write Club Duel:
Katie McN vs. Lord Malinov
Referee: Denny Wheeler
Words:
Malinov:
smoke, longing, vanish
Referee:
ponytail, bonfire, lateral
Katie:
cowgirl, trust, reputation
Specified conditions: none.
Only possible squick I see is for anyone who can't handle FF sex.
Or *hates* the supernatural.
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Wizardry
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@ev1.net>
~~~
"Please come out with us, Daniel. It will be fun for you, I
promise."
"Not tonight," Daniel said calmly.
"Why not?"
"I have plans, Elise. Maybe some other night."
"What plans? You haven't been out in almost two years."
"I go out."
"Haunting used bookstores isn't going out. Besides, we're just going
out for a drink and then to the Avalon Theater. You like plays,
remember?"
"I have plans tonight."
"With whom, Daniel? A date with a book? A woman?"
"Yes. I mean no."
"It isn't healthy, Daniel. You're getting a reputation as a real
crank. People are talking about you. My friends are always talking
about you. People always ask me when you're going to start dating
again. Just go out with us tonight."
"You're sounding like Mom, Elise. Some other time."
"I'm going to come over."
"Fine. But not tonight."
"I'm sorry. It's just that I love you, Daniel. I worry about you."
"I love you, too, Sis." Daniel hung up the receiver with a sigh. The
idea that people were talking about him disturbed him slightly.
Daniel didn't consider himself a crank. The thought that Elise and
Jim and Karen were going to talk about him irked him deeply. They
didn't understand what he was up to. No one could possibly
understand. "Tonight," he said to himself, "tonight has to work."
The sun receded finally beneath the crest of pine trees and the huge
space of Daniel's study filled with creeping shadows, the dull
orange glow of a distant sunset giving a ruddy tone to the pale
wooden floors. Daniel rubbed his brow. A sense of possession stole
over him. He began to pace, walking slowly toward the twenty foot
windows that faced the bloody sky, and turning to walk back toward
the blazing fireplace at the far end of the hall.
"Two years?," he asked himself. "Two years, and when will it end?"
Daniel's boots marked an even interval of time as his walk led him
to the deepening night and back to the blossoming flames. A sinister
wind stole through slight cracks in the upper reaches of the grand
room with a howl. His heart began to thump when his resolve broke
down and he stole a lateral glance at the long shelves of books
covering the study's northern wall.
"Once again," he muttered in surrender. "The last time, again."
Still trying to resist the allure, Daniel's dark eyes fixed on a
book standing alone behind his desk, an outcast from its mortal
brethren, shimmering unnaturally in the nocturnal gloom. "Five
hundred times," he mused as his feet slowly drifted off the well-
trod path and toward the dark shelves. "At least five hundred times.
This has to end."
Although the last gasp of Daniel's resolve had been exhausted so
many times before, the same shudder that had rippled through him on
the very first night struck him again. The ritual was well defined,
but the thrill was far from gone. Tonight, he thought and not for
the first time, will be different. Even without the hope that
gripped him on this night, there was no bravado in his thought.
Every night had different.
As he touched the ancient leather spine of the tall book, Daniel
shook. It had been a week since he had opened the pages, an arduous
week of incredible self-control since he had read the mystic words.
It was the longest stretch of abstinence that Daniel had endured
since he found the book in the tiny bookstore in East Berlin. There
had been nights when he read the page three times in six hours.
Resistance had been inconceivable, until he had a reason to hold
back. Tonight would be the payoff. Daniel spoke a Latin prayer.
The old grandfather clock struck a sweet tone and Daniel nearly
dropped the book in fright. Adrenaline poured through his ragged
heart and he collapsed into the chair behind his desk. "Good,"
Daniel said when he recovered his senses. "Tonight will take every
ounce of my emotion. Blow storm!" he yelled.
The book fell open at a touch, directly to the page Daniel sought.
It seemed his whole life had become contained in the words stretched
across that single piece of parchment. At first glimpse, the words
seemed to burn and writhe. Daniel knew he was tangling with ultimate
darkness, an evil beyond any human conception. Still he continued.
He couldn't care for good and evil. He could only care for love.
Some nights he had to make a decision before he began, but not on
this night. A single name possessed him, ached within him. His eye
caught the first word of the incantation. Daniel braced himself,
like a patient preparing for the undoped touch that would begin the
cut of a scalpel.
"Katrina," he said, giving in to the passion. "Come to me." Strange
words followed and the spell was begun.
A flame rose from the center of the study, a tiny flicker of orange
and a dazzle of white sparks. The fire slowly grew until the heat
touched Daniel's face and called forth a wash of sweat. Smoke poured
from the flashes, choking him cruelly. The root of the bonfire
spread until ten feet of Persian rug seemed to be feeding the
conflagration, flames shooting up as though it consumed a middle-
aged pine. The last word left Daniel's lips and he closed his eyes
and turned away from the fierce blast of infernal fire.
A crackle tore through the roar and a cool breeze suddenly caressed
Daniel's burning body. He opened his eyes. A vision of white light
nearly blinded him, but still he stared, knowing what sight awaited
him. The light dimmed and the spirit Katrina stood before him.
Daniel wanted to cry.
Everytime she was conjured, Katrina appeared differently. On that
night, her long golden hair was tied in ponytails, reminding him of
a sweet girl he had met when he was young, a simple cowgirl at a
country dance, hoping for a little dance and romance. Daniel had
often wondered how much of Katrina's form came from within him, but
there could be no answer. She was always like someone, and yet like
no one he had ever known. Katrina was whoever she was. Daniel could
know no more.
"It's you," she said with a smile. Her voice echoed with the sound
of crystal bells and young birds.
"It's me," Daniel replied, his heart bursting with longing.
"I'm glad," she said.
"Do others conjure you?" Daniel asked, surprised by a thought he had
never considered.
"Sometimes."
"It had never occurred to me," Daniel said, frowning. "When was the
last time?"
"I have no sense of time," Katrina said. "I don't know."
"Do you . . . ?"
"They're foul, twisted men, used to abusing power. I hate them."
"And me?"
"I long for you, Daniel. You draw me to you."
"I think of nothing else."
"I can feel your devotion. It makes me live."
"My life is in trouble. I have an idea. I need you."
"What can we do?"
Daniel walked around the desk to where the apparition seemed to
stand. Her lean body seemed fashioned of fog, a translucent shimmer
in the form of a lovely woman. A silver gown hung from her
shoulders. A worried look streamed in beauty.
"I believe we can set you free." Daniel reached out to touch
Katrina. His hand passed through her arm, as though he had grabbed a
puff of smoke.
"I'm frightened," Katrina said. She wanted to cry but no tears would
come from her ghostly eyes.
"Trust me," Daniel said.
"What will you do?"
"Have you noticed," said Daniel, aching to touch the sad woman he
loved so deeply, "that there are times when you seem to take
substance."
"Not really," Katrina said softly.
"There have been nights," Daniel confessed reluctantly, "when I have
conjured other spirits. I haven't always known . . . "
"You've conjured other women?" Katrina said.
"Sometimes. Some evil spirits."
"Were they beautiful?"
"Yes. Not like you, dear Katrina, but in their own wicked way. They
seem to know something, or at least believe in it. They have tried
to arouse me, to make me want them. And it seems to me that the more
that I do want them, the more substantial they become."
"You wanted them?"
"Lust is a powerful emotion. But I also feared them, and I don't
think lust is enough. I don't know, but it has always fallen short.
When the moment comes that my desire for them subsides, they quickly
fade away. It is the nature of lust to dissolve in satisfaction.
Love is different, stronger."
"I see. So if I make you want me, I will be alive."
"I don't know. Maybe there is no threshold. But the substance they
take is strong - some have even been able to touch me. I believe
there could be some way."
"They've touched you?"
"I'm sorry."
"No. Don't be sorry. If I could only touch you, for just a moment, I
could forgive everything."
"I know you, Katrina. I love you as deeply as a man could ever love
a woman. I love the sparkle in your eyes and the curve of your
flesh. Rouse my emotion, make me want you."
"How?" Katrina asked, blushing as only a ghost can blush.
"Do you dance?" Daniel asked.
"I think I can."
"Then dance for me," Daniel said, leaning back against the mahogany
desk and smiling. "What do the foul, twisted men ask from you?"
"They ask me to dance," said Katrina. Fire seemed to spark in her
pale eyes, a desperate hunger that began to move her hips, a lick
over her grey lips. "I must do as I am asked."
"I can't bear to imagine you in the clutches of some other man,"
said Daniel angrily, furious, ready to strike out at any man who
would dare intrude.
"They're handsome men," said Katrina, picking up her skirt to reveal
the smooth lines of her lean legs. Daniel felt his heart begin the
throb furiously. "Do you like me?"
"Beautiful," he replied, tingling with excitement.
"Can I take this off?" she asked with a coy smile.
"Please," whimpered Daniel, his gaze fixed on her.
"It isn't hot," Katrina said as she lifted the robe up. Her wide
hips gyrated slowly as she left them bare. Katrina turned to show
him her creamy full bottom, a hint of form without color, like an
old French postcard of a girl reason tells us has been long since
dead. Daniel burned with desire, his attention caught by the swells
and valleys of her shadowy body.
"I want you," she growled as the robe fell to the floor. Full
breasts bobbled slightly as though excited by his heavy breath.
"I want you," he replied, reaching down involuntarily to scratch the
tenseness of his loins.
"No," she said sharply, ceasing her dance.
"What?" he asked, pained.
"Don't touch." Her head nodded toward his swollen crotch. "Don't
release your desire."
"Yes," he said, wondering if he could really restrain himself.
"You're right."
"I'll do the touching," Katrina said, placing a finger at the
shimmering crest between her thighs. "So hot for you."
"Yes."
"My boobs, too. Do you want to taste my nipples?"
"Yes."
"I've always loved you, with all my heart. You make me hungry."
"Yes."
"My pussy's so swollen, so moist, so fiery."
"Yes."
"My ass?"
"Yes."
"I can almost feel your hands on my shoulders, your kiss on my
lips."
"Yes."
"I need you this way, can you touch me, do you want me?"
"Yes."
"I grow richer and fuller. You were right. I will live."
"Yes."
"I will live and we'll fuck."
"Yes."
"I can almost feel you. Do you want me? Do you want me?"
"Yes."
"Come here," Katrina said, her voice sultry and commanding. "Come
kiss me." Daniel shook in anticipation. Her body seemed almost
alive, a woman's naked flesh, aroused and drawing him near. A
demonic look flashed through her eyes, lust overflowing her soft
demeanor. Daniel rushed three steps forward and took the girl in his
arms.
A kiss melted on his lips with the intensity of kissing a burning
hot iron, yet at the same time luscious and sweet, a sudden sense of
fulfillment, of holding all love in his arms.
"Lover," Katrina moaned as she held him tight in her arms. Her body
melded to his, caressing him gently as she kissed him with all her
soul.
"No," he said as convulsions exploded inside him. The woman suddenly
began to fade. Her touch turned to a cool mist. "No," he whimpered
and Katrina vanished away.
Tears flowed from his dark eyes as Daniel collapsed on the floor of
his midnight dark study. A dampness in his trousers echoed the
tears.
"Tomorrow," he said finally, desperate in failure. "I'll bring her
back tomorrow night. One more time, one more try."
~~~
Wizardry by Lord Malinov <malinov@ev1.net>
Power belongs to those who dare . . . Sapere Aude
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Mallory
By Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>
Death was final once, but I don't think the Grim Reaper works that
way anymore.
---
She was a presence across four lanes of traffic. A blonde haired
look of fierce determination. A vision who captured my complete
attention and never once knew I existed. There were other people
there, of course, but I couldn't see them. Not really. Not just
then.
"Hey, Mary Kay, see the guy across the street. He's Josh Evans my
ex-business partner. I heard on the street he was moving back to
Wilshire Boulevard so I guess the rumors are true."
How did he miss seeing her?
We were walking back from lunch on one of those 100 degree days that
only happen in California. The kind of day where I would want to
vanish into a some quiet little place like the one my dog always
finds when he takes his mid day nap.
But not today.
I'd signed up a new client who'd probably keep the agency going for
another couple of years and my boss just finished telling me I was
the most wonderful person in the world. I knew he didn't really mean
it, but it was real nice to hear anyway.
"Whose the babe, Al? Is she in the business?" I was waiting for Al
to fill me in, but he didn't seem to notice her at first. He does
know just about everyone in the LA Advertising scene and has a
reputation for being a real nice guy even though A. Jardin et Cie is
one of the most aggressive agencies in the city.
"Oh, her, I think she's Mallory Kane. I heard Josh met her up in San
Francisco and sweet talked the babe into taking a sales job with his
agency. She's a real nice looking girl, but I hear she's a killer
when she goes after an account." He knew a few war stories, and what
he thought was a killer sounded just like a lot of other effective
women who always seem to surprise the guys when they can work a
little bit harder and do just that much more until one day they end
up winning.
Funny, how guys always think of business as a battle instead of
work. Just something fun to do until something different comes
along.
---
When I saw all the advertising people gathered there in one place, I
couldn't help wondering what the bull shit level in Los Angeles
would fall to if a bomb went off in the middle of the room.
"Thanks for letting me tag along with you, Al."
I've never been to an agency open house before and I really wanted
to see how Josh decorated his new shop. I think Al only came to see
if he and Josh could be friends again. Well, you know, anything's
possible.
I was cool, calm and collected. Not.
I'd been planning my outfit for a week and changed my mind a
thousand times. I finally settled on business sexy which works well
in advertising if you pretend you don't notice the guys checking you
out. A whole half day at the beauty shop and not just to have them
fix up my ponytail either.
I didn't think anyone could tell how excited I was to be around all
my heroes and I was kind of surprised that a few of them thought of
me that way, too.
I met a million people that afternoon but I remember talking to only
one.
"Hi, I'm Mallory Kane and I know you're Mary Kay Nichols cause your
reputation proceeds you, my dear. Josh talks about you and Al all
the time." Her voice was a smile that covered me all over with
warmth and tenderness. A sense of mystery and intrigue wrapped up in
fun and beauty. No smoke and mirrors here, just a real person, a
person just like me.
We got to talking like we knew each other for the last hundred
years. A lot of business of course, but a lot of other stuff as
well. She could buy designer knock-offs for next to nothing and I
knew this place where you could get a massage that would get rid of
tensions you didn't even know you had. We had a few names in common.
Some of them we liked and some of them well, you know how that goes.
"Come on, Mary Kay. Let's get out of here and get a glass of white
wine. I've had enough of these folks for one day."
We were off to the lounge on the first floor of her building. Kind
of a cute place with just enough light to see who you're talking
with, but not enough to give you a tan.
We became friends for hours and hours.
---
"Let's do lunch" really happened for once and we started meeting on
and off whenever we had a chance.
I don't know how it works with men, but women need to have a special
person to confide in and trust. A repository of secrets that only
the two of them know.
We saw each other once or twice a week for almost two years. The two
of us became best friends and every time we met, it seemed like only
a minute or two had passed since the last time we were together.
November 17th was the day everything changed.
We went from friends to best friends to something we weren't sure of
but we knew we liked it. It wasn't a lateral move either, but a step
up to someplace I'd like to think was just one notch below heaven.
It was my turn to show off and I invited her for some real New
Orleans style cooking.
When I was a kid living in Texas, my mom decided to hire a maid from
New Orleans because the help you'd find in West Texas was "just too
rustic." I didn't know what that meant but I did know I loved
Lucille who taught me how to cook, introduced me to Zydeco music and
looked at life a little differently than most people.
A cowgirl in the big city is a sight to behold.
It takes me all day to cook a meal. First thing in the morning I'm
off to the store to get nothing but the best. I have to use those
great big ole shrimp, hot links made by someone named Zatarain, and
a mess of clams, oysters and lobster tails right off the boat. And,
I need other stuff when I'm making a meal that says a little bit
more than "Are you hungry?" We just had to have some Ribs, Gumbo,
Jambalaya, Black Beans and Dirty Rice. Of course I'd have a little
bit of Jack Daniels sipping whiskey on hand and maybe a couple of
six packs of long neck Hecates. Yes, I still know how to make the
best damn pecan pie anyone ever tasted, too. I didn't figure we'd be
having a bonfire and roasting marshmallows later, but I was ready
just in case.
I never do follow a recipe for any of this. I just know by looking
how much Tabasco to use on the links, how much of this spice to
sprinkle in the crock pot and how many of those vegetables to add in
to whatever's cooking on the stove. I just somehow know a few of the
secrets handed down by all those good cooks from days gone by.
Sometimes you're in trouble when you have to explain the meal before
you start eating. Mallory was hesitant at first, but she got into it
and made this little girl feel real good when she asked for seconds
and how do you make this and what do you call that?
We found ourselves in the living room drinking Jack and Coke while
we listened to Professor Longhair bang out some down home music.
Somehow that became white wine and Air Supply encouraging us to do
something new and different.
The first real kiss is special. Something you might just remember
for the rest of your life.
"Mary Kay, I don't know what came over me. I just felt like kissing
you and suddenly, well, you know."
Of course I knew, I was there enjoying everything she was giving
away and trying to give back as much as I could.
"Tell you what, Mal. If it bothers you that much I'll just give it
right back to you."
The second kiss lead to the third and the fourth and then many more.
The living room somehow became the bedroom and friends somehow
became lovers.
There's a secret only women know for the most part. It could be that
she plays a tiny bit hard to get at first and maybe she acts like
she didn't really know what she was getting into. But, the real clue
is the underwear. You find a woman wearing a cotton bra and drawers,
you got to figure all of it was a surprise to her. But, if she has
on that sexy little something special, well you know it just might
be that somewhere in the back of her mind she wanted to get laid and
more than likely got real happy when she was.
"Mary Kay, what cute lingerie. You look sooo sexy I can hardly stop
touching you."
Well, I did have my dress underwear on, but not for long. Mallory's
cute little things seemed to have drifted away, too, and now both of
us were able to enjoy each other like a buffet of gourmet surprises.
I touched her breasts and felt the sensation flow to my mind and
then to another place where I keep those special feelings only I can
understand. Her hand was on my neck at first, and then slowly
trailed down my back until I felt her tiny little hand sneak its way
between the crack in my ass. My tongue searched her mouth and found
a welcome there in that dark place and friendly place. She pressed
her pussy against mine and used both her hands to crush my sex
against her body so hard I thought we would end up as one person.
I found out that my tongue fit perfectly into her most private
places and she had a special way of trapping it there until all its
work was done. Somehow we could love each other without all the
confusion that sometimes happens when two people make love for the
first time. Somehow we could bring each other to a place where we'd
never been before. Somehow we could do it again and again and again.
When two women start out as lovers, they have to learn things. We
learned a lot that night and a lot more on all the other nights that
followed.
---
It worked out perfectly.
I had a lot of stuff in my apartment and she had only a few
important pieces in the place she owned. The moving guys didn't
break a thing and it seemed like no time at all until we felt like
we lived in that cute little house on Hillcrest Street forever.
Have you ever been loved? Have you ever been loved unconditionally
by someone who could have anyone and the only person she wanted was
you?
Everyday was a treasure and everyday we loved each other more and
more.
When I had to travel on business, I called home everyday and told
her how much I missed her and how I was longing for the day I would
be back in her arms again. When she was gone the house seemed empty
and barren. Not a home anymore, but a place where I had to stay
until my world was right once more. And when we got together we
would celebrate and forget the hours we wasted apart. We had
everything and so very much more.
A year became two. Three slipped up on us before we even saw it
coming. We were just as much in love when four stopped by that we
welcomed it with open arms.
Well, I guess a person is only allowed so much joy in life and then
something else has to happen.
---
When you get the flu you know it'll be gone in just a few days. When
you're real sick you know it might be the end and you try to do your
best to use your life wisely. But when you don't know what's wrong,
it's hard to understand just exactly what you should do.
Mal was sick, but the doctors didn't know what was wrong. She was in
the hospital for the third time in a year. Each time it took longer
for her to come out of the coma and each time she was a little worse
for wear. The shine was gone from her hair. She was frail and thin.
Just thinking about things was a bit harder for her than it used to
be. We were together, though, and our love didn't look a bit
different to me.
The doctors finally found out what was wrong, but by then it didn't
really matter any more. When the day came that she died in her
sleep, the cold woke me up to say goodbye. The cold that takes over
a body when the soul has moved on to some other place.
---
Time is very interesting
Somehow time can erase so many of the bad things. And, time can put
a high gloss on something that was kind of ordinary when it happened
a long time ago. It's been like that for me over the years. I'm
convinced we never had any bad times and I can still see my Mallory
standing right there talking once again with a smile that still
covers me all over with warmth and tenderness while she waits for me
to join her.
---
When I was a young girl my mother told me marriage was two people
living as one. I didn't know what she meant then, but now I think I
do.
The End
Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>
--
-denny-
curmudgeonly editor
"Life with the circus is one long uninterrupted dee-light."
(Barry Longyear, _Circus World_)
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