All in a Kiss

So this is the short story I've been working on. Well this and finally finishing The Book Thief, which I've been trying to finish since I started college years ago. Always got side tracked. Anyways, here goes nothing.

His lips tasted of coffee, stale tobacco, and a hint of peppermint. When he kissed you everything stopped; time ceased to exist. Whatever he wanted of you, you did. You'd fade into this non-existent void where he was the only thing you could sense. They sat on the balcony. He was reading the daily paper. H heart was pounding, anticipating a word or a kiss. She wanted to break the silence but wasn't sure how; it was never her place to break the silence.
"It looks like it's going to rain soon," she finally spoke up.
"Be a doll and fetch me another glass of scotch. I've had a long day, such a long day. Where's Matilda anyways?"
"I sent her home early. She's been feeling poor lately. I can't seem to find the scotch. Did you finish it off already?"
"Oh just get me some whiskey then. Matilda is feeling poor because she is poor."
"Malcolm, that's not what I meant. She has the influenza or something. She's a very nice old lady."
Malcolm scoffed and went back to reading his paper.
"Effie, dear, what's taking you so damned long?"
Moments later Effie walked out with two glasses of whiskey, her mint chiffon dress catching on the potted rose bush. She twisted her body quickly to release herself from the plant. Malcolm chuckled at the agitated look on her face and took both glasses from her hands, setting them on the wrought iron patio table. He pulled her into his lap.
"Effie, my dear, not a day goes by that I don't find pleasure in being with you." He kissed her freckled nose. Effie examined the tear in her dress from the rose bush.
"I'll never fit in. I'm just always to be known as ol' Effie Harvelle, the mad lawyers daughter, married Malcolm Hemming for his money and notoriety."
Malcolm rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Who cares what they say. If I recall correctly, you took care of that old Catherine Duvall. Speaking of, where did you hid that fat broads body anyways? Ah, hell, just tell me the story from the beginning. It's one of my favorite's."
"Well Catherine and I were at bridge club, I was a few tables away waiting for Margaret and Estelle to get there. You remember Estelle, right? The one with the horrible eating habit? Anyways, I heard Catherine say to Vivian Monroe, 'That Effie, ugh, I can't believe Malcolm actually married her. She's just so, so nouveau riche and so very crass.' So after bridge ended, I waited in the car, waited until it got a little darker, until her servants were sent home, until she was all alone. I went into her house. Oh, Malcolm, her face when she saw me 'Oh, Effie, did you forget something?' I plunged that knife into her gut and twisted, and twisted, and twisted.
Oh Malcolm you should've seen the blood, you'd have been so proud of it! Got all over that yellow dress you got me in Paris last spring. So I rolled her body into the lake behind their house."
Malcolm smiled, his blood rushing. Sick satisfaction overtook his face. He put his hand on her cheek.
"And did you do as I taught you? Did you weigh her body down?"
His breath filled her nostrils, intoxicating her.
"Of course, my love. It's been two months and her body still hasn't washed up. I tied her up with those real heavy chains you bought me."
Malcolm kissed Effie.
"That's my girl."
"I learned from the best, after all. Just the thought of your kiss got me through it. Oh, your kisses, like nothing else in the world, like no other drug I've tried. Better than the opium you brought back from India."
Malcolm leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes, well aware of the spells he could cast on a girl, with just one kiss.





ANNNNNNNND that's what I've been working on for a while. As always, room for improvement. Until next time, my dears :)

It's been quite some time

I promise you all I'll post something I've been working on very very soon. It's a short story. Expect greatness soon. I don't let anyone read my stories!

Best day ever

No where in Idaho has these chips. My mom was awesome enough to send a box

Here's a thing about my schedule...

J works an awesome schedule of four days on four days off. In his off cycle, I won't be writing much, if at all! Annnnnddd today starts his off cycle! We have lots of plans including acquiring a house cat that will be named Zelda Fitzgerald, I'll call her Ravioli or Taquito sometimes too. I have trouble sticking to one name for my pets. My dog had a plethora of names. My future children will be doomed. We're also celebrating our two year anniversary (dating one, not marriage) by getting sushi in Boise! That's always fun. I always eat too much. The next day we're going to a water park in Meridian with a couple guys from Bravo 1, J's flight. I'll write about my hatred for water parks here soon. I've never been to one. Finally on J's last day off, we'll be going to some function for his flight. It will have free food. You can't go wrong with free food!

See you jazz hounds in a few days!
B

To J's future wife...

As I laid in bed last night, J's sleeping head on my chest, it occurred to me that I'm not able to guarantee my husband 50 wonderful years of marriage. I may not even be able to guarantee a full year. No, I'm not referring to divorce. I am strongly against it, unless dire circumstances have presented themselves and the only way is divorce. I'm saying, God can call me home at any point. I'm not immortal, I have no wish to be. Anyways, J had a rough shift yesterday. He screwed up on clearing his weapon in front of the flight chief. He felt as if he was never going to get better at his job. Mind you, he's been working this squadron for 12 days (not counting his days off). He's fresh out of tech school. This is our first base, so he obviously hasn't had the chance to become really great at his job, but I know he will become one of the better Defenders out there. I spent an hour or so building him back up, as a wife should do. I know if something were to happen to me he'd be devastated for a long while but he would eventually move on. He'd find a new love. This is to you:

Dear J's new wife/fiance/girlfriend,

I'll be up front and honest with you, he's never going to love you the way he loved me. I was THE love of his life but he still loves you too. Clearly I'm dead, dead as a door nail, because you're reading this now. I'm going to help you become the wife I was to him. Here's a list of things to help:
1. Despite what his parents may tell you, he DOES, in fact, like mushrooms. A lot.
2. If he can't sleep, give him a back massage. Knocks him out in .5 seconds.
3. He WILL leave his gear scattered all over. You WILL trip on his boots or second chance vest. Do not yell at him, do not even nag him about it. JUST PICK THEM UP AND PUT THEM AWAY.
4. He won't tell you that he's stressed out. You will feel it and if you can't feel the tangible tension in the room when he's stressed, he has his ticks. He does this weird throat thing. Kind of sounds like he's choking on phlegm. He's not though. Also his left cheek will twitch. That used to annoy me back when we first started dating and I didn't know what it meant.
5. Do the things he likes, even if you don't like it. He's outdoorsy, I wasn't really but I ALWAYS had fun with him when we'd go hiking or even camping.
6. If you don't like guns, you best be turning the other way. He loves them. So did I. Give him a gun budget and let him get the guns he wants.
7. Don't force him to talk. Nobody likes that crap.
8. He will get overly silly sometimes. Even if you're in a bad mood, don't get nasty with him about it. Just ask him calmly to settle down a little.
9. If I died further along the lines and we have kids, love them as if they were your own. It's the only connection to me J has left.
10. Don't ask about me too often. He will tell you things about the Great B when he's ready.
11. Say weird stuff. Not weird like "I'm going to eat your first born" weird, but more like funny weird.
12. He's going to have bad days where he will think his higher ups hate him. Remind him that everyone that has ever dealt with him has always liked him.
13. Ask him what a sasqueetch is.

The rest you can figure out on your own. If you aren't what I expect of you, you can bet your sweet bippy that I'll be haunting you.

Yours truly,
B

Let's Get Things Straight....

First things first, you can call me B. I'm a twenty-something year old young lady who's got no time for shenanigans. I'm married to an amazing Security Forces Defender, thus further shall be referred to as J or Captain America. He's the coolest guy you'll ever meet. He'd be the cop that lets you off with a warning when you're going a few over. He's the F. Scott to my Zelda. I'm holding down the fort in Idaho. Yep, potatoes and sage brush. I suppose there's other things Idaho has to offer, but that's further north in the skinnier portion of the state; so it really doesn't apply to me. Yes, that's me in the picture. You do not, however, need to see more than that part of my face. The flowers were put there for a reason..... to hide my missing jaw that I so gracefully procured during the zombie apocalypse. Yep, you betcha, no jaw there. I'm just kidding, I just feel as if a little anonymity is good for all. So there really isn't much to me. I laugh too loud and have verbal diarrhea with no filter. I like cooking and art, so share a few recipes and I just might let you in on a few secrets of mine. I'm a college graduate trying to find her way through this crazy thing called life. I'm a sucker for WWII history, art museums, and Fitzgerald books. Feel free to ask me questions. I may or may not answer them.


-----B