Celis T. Rono “Sleeping Dead Re-Edited”

This version has been re-edited.

 

 

 

“Sleeping Dead”

by Celis T. Rono

 

There was a reason why my grandmother was so adamant about not disturbing the sleeping dead in the forest.  I shake my head even now at the strong-willed girl of eighteen too mature to listen to her elders.  In fact, I shake my head at many things I did at that age.

In the forest lay sleeping forms that could not be awakened by even the loudest of screams or the fiercest of kicks.  My brother once had the temerity to throw a rock at an unmoving man in an immaculate tunic then ran away for fear of the figure awakening.  I stayed to watch and see what would happen, but nothing did.

A particularly handsome man with dark hair, strong nose, and full lips had intrigued me ever since I was a child.  He looked to be asleep, leaning against the cradle of an old leathery redcran tree.  I used to sit on his lap as a child and touch his black eyelashes.  As a young woman, I caressed his cold face from his cheek to his jaw wondering about the color his eyes.  He never moved.  His chest didn’t even rise to breathe in air.  Out of the twenty bodies strewn all over the forest, I was particularly drawn to this man.  I visited him everyday and even bestowed upon him a name, James.

“What happened to those people, Granny?” I asked once again, hoping my grandmother would finally reveal something useful to me.  She was the wisest in the kingdom, and some contend that she practiced the dark arts.  “They’ve lain on the forest ground for years.  Why don’t they decay?  Animals won’t even come near them.  And if they’re alive, how can we waken them?”

My grandmother shook her head.  “You’re much too curious, my child.  You’ve been asking me these questions since you were a child.”

“Then maybe it’s time you start telling me the truth,” I said annoyed.  “No one wants to talk about them.”

“You’re a pesky child, but alright, I’ll tell you what I know if you help me with my spindle.  It seemed to have hit a snag,” she sighed, brading thin fabrics together for the gowns of her granddaughters.  She was one of the richest women in the land yet she dared use her hand in lowly tasks.

“Anything, Granny.  I’ll do anything you ask,” I said, noticing for the first time how withered and gnarled my grandmother was, and it pained me.  Any type of loss disturbed me. “Rumor is these people were punished hundreds of years ago for offending the Great Lady of the forest.  They were too prideful and vain.  One particular man, the handsomest of them all, turned his back on the Great Lady’s advances and he can never thaw into a living man again.  She hated him the most,” said my grandmother.  “That’s all I know, child.  Now leave me to work in peace.”

Celis T. Rono “The Great Hoax at Bloody Convent”

This is not an erotica story.  It’s pretty much a horror story that I wrote many years ago.  Early Halloween everyone!

“The Great Hoax at Bloody Convent”

By Celis T. Rono

His dark scornful eyes followed the figures of Sister Isabella and Sister Lucretia who were making their way to the third floor.  He spat on the cold marble hall as he watched the two ascend the stairs.  The stone building he inhabited was suffocating him.  The heatless walls chilled his bones and the myriad statues that stared down at him with their painted glassy eyes disturbed him rather than provoke wonderfully benign thoughts.

“Bloody nuns!” he muttered as loudly as he could without being overheard by the handful of people who still roamed the second floor hallway.

“James Dalton, why are you still here?  You ought to be in the chapel praying with the others,” reproached Miss Timball, a thick waisted Algebra teacher with coiled red hair.

“I left my books in Miss Ridge’s room.”

“You could have done that after prayers.  Now get going.”  She glared at the insolent twelve year old boy who always had an excuse for everything.

The moment the teacher turned her back Jimmy scrunched up his face and muttered, “I’m not even Catholic.”

Miss Timball, hearing such a blasphemous remark from her least favorite student, sharply faced the boy.  “What did you say, James?”

“I said I’m not even Catholic.”

“I see you’re still as imaginative as ever.  Of course you’re Catholic!”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are truly vexing me, child.  You were baptized a Catholic; you know that.  Your parents are devout followers of the church.”

Celis T. Rono “Sleeping Dead” Erotica #4

It took a while to write another short because I was so busy with other things.  So here it is, my fourth attempt at erotica.  I hope you like it.

“Sleeping Dead”

by Celis T. Rono

There was a reason why my grandmother was so adamant about not disturbing the sleeping dead in the forest.  I shake my head even now at the strong-willed girl of eighteen too mature to listen to her elders.  In fact, I shake my head at many things I did at that age.

In the forest lay sleeping forms that could not be awakened by even the loudest of screams or the fiercest of kicks.  My brother once had the temerity to throw a rock at an unmoving man in an immaculate tunic then ran away for fear of the figure awakening.  I stayed to watch and see what would happen, but nothing did.

A particularly handsome man with dark hair, strong nose, and full lips had intrigued me ever since I was a child.  He looked to be asleep, leaning against the cradle of an old leathery redcran tree.  I used to sit on his lap as a child and touch his black eyelashes.  As a young woman, I caressed his cold face from his cheek to his jaw wondering about the color his eyes.  He never moved.  His chest didn’t even rise to breathe in air.  Out of the twenty bodies strewn all over the forest, I was particularly drawn to this man.  I visited him everyday and even bestowed upon him a name, James.

C.T. Rono “Tin Ship” Erotica #3

Finally, the last installment of the erotica trilogy.  Yes.  This is to be my final erotica tale…however, certain writers have agreed to have their work featured on this blog so you will get to continue to read erotica .  Just keep checking.  Many of you have asked me to write some more stories and not to end it with the mere three so I’ll think about writing a short one when I get the time.  So yes, I may contribute in the future.

“Tin Ship” is supposed to be a little space opera novella…thus the chapters.  Let me know what you think of this last one and thank you for all your comments and support.

Celis

“Tin Ship”

I woke up dizzy.

My coffin was devoid of light.  In panic, I kicked the sides of my metallic prison and punched at its unbending lid.  I screamed until my parched throat hurt.

“Everything’s gonna be alright, Alva,” I told myself, licking at my bloody knuckles.  “You’re getting out of this mess.  You always do.”

It was then that I noticed my nakedness.  Not a stitch of clothing protected me from the cold box.  When suddenly the ground around me tilted to the left and took a dive, I knew that I was on a ship.  The ear blockage I always experience in space bothered my ears so I swallowed repeatedly until the pressure disappeared.  My heart stopped.

I was to be delivered to Romell Tremby like mere cargo.  With renewed effort I screamed until I nearly lost my voice.  Despite the fact that my father sold me to settle a debt, there was no way I was going to be Tremby’s auction sensation.  In my opinion the overfed Tuvela kingpin was the most disgusting and evil thug on the Exene moon.

Celis T. Rono “The Beast” Erotica #2

Okay.  This is the second installment of the erotica trilogy…Yes, I’ve only written three.  This is the shortest out of all the stories because I was tapped out.  It’s not up to par with “Sacrilege” but it’s still fun.  I’d finished the longest erotica, “Tin Ship” the night before writing this piece.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short little story.  It will be up for a week and then I’ll post the last story, “Tin Ship”.

I’m sorry to have to post the disclaimer from the first blog again, but it must be done.  If you are offended in anyway by this story, stop reading and move on.  Thanks!

Three different agents asked me if I’d ever written erotica before.  I said no.  I was a neophyte.  I didn’t know a thing.  Well the past three months, I’ve been asked to write some samples.  My agent, in particular, asked more sex scenes in the Julia Poe Chronicles sequel.  For the publisher’s sake and the fate of my own writing career, I agreed and wrote three short stories to prove I can heat up the second book.  Anyway, here’s one of my attempts.  If you like this one, I’ll put up the other two.  Very sorry for the vulgarity.  I was specifically asked to use “erotica” language.

***As a disclaimer when asked to write in erotica “language” that meant I couldn’t use the thinly veiled words that usual describe sex parts in romance novels.  I couldn’t use:  manhood, womanhood, her sex, member, thing, his sword, her flower….and so on.  That’s the difference between erotica (more explicit) versus regular romance descriptions.

I am telling you now.  My book, That Which Bites, has erotic scenes but without the crazy erotica language.  The sequel will have more sex but not to this extent.  This was an experiment…and I am not an erotica writer.  But anyway, enjoy!

“THE BEAST”

I had too much pride to get sucked into the marketing ruse of flowers, chocolates, and pink thong underwear – the bane of all single people in the world.  Valentine’s Day was over-hyped and rang false in the ears of someone as contrary and suspicious as me.  Red flowers, heart shaped jewelry, fattening sweets…oh, please!

So that fateful night of clichéd romance, I sat alone in my apartment listening to the pitter-patter of rain upon my window sill while thumbing through an antiquated copy of an obscure Italian fairy tale – the most prized in my collection.  The book was particularly interesting as the leather cover was hand-tooled and the forest creature designs seemed so realistic.

Celis T. Rono “Sacrilege” Erotica Story #1

Three different agents asked me if I’d ever written erotica before.  I said no.  I was a neophyte.  I didn’t know a thing.  Well the past three months, I’ve been asked to write some samples.  My agent, in particular, asked more sex scenes in the Julia Poe Chronicles sequel.  For the publisher’s sake and the fate of my own writing career, I agreed and wrote three short stories to prove I can heat up the second book.  Anyway, here’s one of my attempts.  If you like this one, I’ll put up the other two.  Sorry about the paragraph/spacing problems…they’re out of my hands.  And very sorry for the vulgarity.  I was specifically asked to use “erotica” language.

***As a disclaimer (just added), when asked to write in erotica “language” that meant I couldn’t use the thinly veiled words that usual describe sex parts in romance novels.  I couldn’t use:  manhood, womanhood, her sex, member, thing, his sword, her flower….and so on.  That’s the difference between erotica (more explicit) versus regular romance descriptions.

I am telling you now.  My book has erotic scenes but without the crazy erotica language.  The sequel will have more sex but not to this extent.  This was an experiment…and I am not an erotica writer.  But anyway, enjoy!

“SACRILEGE”

I do not know how many days I lay on charred ground still emitting wispy smoke from what remained of my world.  When my eyelids fluttered open, there was nothing left but a shell of the past.  My mother, sister, brother, and Cecily, my friend, were dead, their skin blistered and swollen.

I bit my lip to dispel the sudden, sacrilegious hunger their grilled flesh evoked.  I was hungry.

Our village still smoked and oozed from unqualified destruction.  Every home, whether of reeds or stone, had been reduced to cuticles of powdery dust and soot no new science or religion could explain.

And I was alone.

The gods had showed their displeasure.  But why was I spared when I was the one who offended the twin gods?

I remember watching Cecily disrobe before the village elders as the entire town looked on.