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Sunday, June 24, 2012


“You didn’t make him any promises? Did you?”

Melina only shrugged and gave Nicky a determined look.

“I do know Marc and Quinn didn’t get along much Nicky." Melina said giving his arm a playful nudge.

“Perhaps you should run and give him a call Nicky, so that you can stay up on his plans. I’m sure he’d be glad to hear from you.  Here’s his number”, she said handing him a piece of paper.

Nicky took the piece of paper, rose quickly and left the room.

Melina turned her attention back to her friend.

“Are you okay Lisette?”

Lisette was silent for a second. “You sure know how to handle Nicky.”

“Yeah I was just thinking. You know I really had a big crush on Marc back in high school. I guess it was that school jock thing”.

“Who didn’t you have a crush on?” Melina shrugged. “Marc had tight abs, he was handsome and a jock”.

Lisette breathed out slowly, “That’s what enchanted me the most”.

“You and me both”, Melina sighed dreamily. “But who did you really like better back then?”

“What do you mean?” Lisette looked puzzled.

“I mean if you had to think about it which would you say was the one you’d most like to have sex with Quinn or Marc?”

Lisette lifted a brow and grinned wickedly. “Well”, she hesitated. “I guess after seeing Quinn naked at the lake that morning, I’d have to go with Quinn.”

“Talk about two people just missing each other at the right moment. You two missed the boat on that one,” Melina giggled.

Lisette eyes grew wide. “Yeah, we did.”

The two friends giggled simultaneously.

Unbeknownst to Lisette and Melina Nicky stood hidden in the hallway listening. Their conversation was fascinating to him. His dark handsome face held a tense expression of quiet knowing. He just heard something he could use to his advantage later. The edge of his lips curved up into a sinister smile.  He knew the information that the two friends had just shared was priceless.
The Ghost of My Dreams
The full moon shined through the window.
That was the way it always started.
I looked out the window
and stared at the bright blue black sky of the night.
It looked strange with the shining white glow of the moon.
A strong floral scent whi
ffs the air.

It was coming.....Just like always.
 Suddenly cold air blew around me.
The sensation let me know I was not alone.
All at once a ghastly sound filled the air,
It sounded like the rush of the wind.
I looked up and there she stood.
Her sheer dress bellowing in the wind liked a winged bird.
She was the ghost I saw in my dreams.
By J.A. Jackson 2012 ©  aka JERREECE A. JACKSON
ffs the air.

It was coming.....Just like always.

 Suddenly cold air blew around me.
The sensation let me know I was not alone.
All at once a ghastly sound filled the air,
It sounded like the rush of the wind.
I looked up and there she stood.
Her sheer dress bellowing in the wind liked a winged bird.
She was the ghost I saw in my dreams.
By. J.A. Jackson 2012 ©

 Suddenly cold air blew around me.
The sensation let me know I was not alone.
All at once a ghastly sound filled the air,
It sounded like the rush of the wind.
I looked up and there she stood.
Her sheer dress bellowing in the wind liked a winged bird.
She was the ghost I saw in my dreams.
By. J.A. Jackson 2012 ©

The Foggy Foggy Night  by J.A.Jackson

A Foggy night

A darken sky

Dark secrets

A husky shaky voice come from out of know where, is it from the sky?

A bird screeched

The moon is a glow…..

And then suddenly

A strange light rise up

Like soft lighting

It flash

Tearing open the real and the surreal

All around the air seems mystically charged

You feel like something is watching you…

A presence looms ever near just in the distance, a shadow from the darkness watches.

Its stares back at you eyes hidden by a hood.

There’s that  soft flash of light like a lightning bolt

The eyes gleam back at you they look like the eyes of a snake.

Your blood runs cold, your heart skips a beat…..

Then all at once you hear a  cold bloody scream from out of nowhere!

Just past your left  you hear a  crack of a tree branch someone is near…...

Then suddenly a loud high pitch shrill voice pierces the cold night air…….

 “Hello how you doing? I want to join the party, if that’s okay with you,"

 said a petite woman,  with a  round face framed by a mass of curly purple hair and  a face like a fairy-tale God Mother.

Author; Jerreece Jackson AKA  J.A.JACKSON ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2012