The Orchid Lover

Lighting exploded in the dark sky, as Camille Baptiste parked her car.  It was half past midnight on a Saturday night. She smiled recalling a distant memory. It was one of her grandmother saying. Beware half past midnight, because it was the bewitching hour.

  Camille Baptiste shook out her thoughts. She was dead tired, she realized as she as she made her way down the street toward the house. It was then it happened. Behind her as she took another step. She saw the lights flash as if by magic, she stopped abruptly and turned her head. She turned around quickly taking another step.  

  Camille Baptiste eyes widen in recognition. She stood staring spellbound. A ghostly eerie white light glowed back at her. It raised the hairs on the back of her neck.

Desmond Garcia wasn’t standing in front of her. But his ghost was.

She gasped and took a step back. Disbelieving panic overtook her. “Desmond….Desmond… But you’re dead. I saw them kill you.”

Desmond’s body floated like a vapor on the wind.

That was the last thing Camille remembered before the shock took body and she went limp. She fell hard to the ground.

The shrill shriek of a siren blaring imperiously was the next thing she remembered.

Someone was shining a flashlight into her face. She opened her eyes tying to see.

 “Miss….Miss. Are you alright?” the police asked.

Camille recovered enough to answer.  “Yes,” she said taking his hand to pull herself up.

Stay tuned…….to be continued…

“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 whiffs 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

Write daily. For boredom is not an option. No is not fatal. Perseverance is the key to the kingdom! For the Soul must be happy to ride the winds of life. And to do so, you must write!

Kadira

She gently took her granddaughters hand. “What’s done is done”, she said firmly. "At least Nate wasn't badly hurt. Next time you feel frustrated that Nate is talking properly just have a little patience with him. Don't hit him upside the head with the broom!"
Kadria took a couple steps away from her grandmother. Head bowed. "Are you going to punish me?"
"No, watching you apologize to Nate was punishment enough for you but I am going to tell your parents what you did.
Her grandmother walked and set in her favorite spot on the redwood deck The porch swing. She nodded at her granddaughter. "Come and sit with me Kadira".
Kadria slowly walked over and stood by her grandmother for a moment and than sat down.
“My granddaughter never let the light withinyou fail. It was given to you by the angels. It’s your light of hope”, she
smiled. “Did I ever tell you that when you were born three stars fell down from heaven?”
The little girl tired to ignore the questions. "But grandmother you still have explained why Nate hates me so much?"
Her grandmother looked back at her with anxious eyes. "Kadria child! Nate does hate you he does all those stupid thing to you because he like you".
Kadria shrugged. "Well I don't like him. He slow and his stupid. He never gets a complete word out of his mouth that makes sense. That's why I hit him with the broom".
Her grandmother smiled. "Nate talks like that's because he likes you so much. So why don't you try not calling him names and try and get along. Okay?"
To be Continued....

Jennifer was exasperated. She had calling Matthew every ten minutes for the last hour.
She heard the telephone line click. 
"Hi Jennifer what's got your panties in a bunch?" Matthew barked.
"Oh Matthew",  Jennifer said sadly. "Haven't you heard?  Jeff is in the hospital?"
"No!", Mathhew cried out. "Jesus......No! Please not that". He screamed into the phone.
Jennifer let Matthew vent his sadness for several moments.
"Stop it Matt".
He choked out a sob. "It's all my fault. I ...."
"No it's not your fault. Look its going to be alright. His mother is at the hospital with him. She said his injuries weren't serious".
"What happen?" Matthew asked softly.
To be continued

Ponder This!

What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
Author unknown

I decided I'd stay I fight

"I just can’t give up now. This road wasn’t easy. But I did follow the yellow brick road just like you told me.  That last people hill wasn't easy to climb. And there were mean, ugly, and nasty people along the way", the young girl sighed bitterly. "But I decided I would stay and continue?"
The angel shook his head. " Good, then ease on down the road Maggie Mae. Life is always a fight up the ugly people hill. But others have made it climbing up the ugly nasty people hill we call those who cause pain to others.  In the end they have to face  the pain they caused in their lies. And in the end they lose something far greater. They lose their souls".

Maggie Mae smiled at the angel. "I will keep going then. You brought me this far.  I know you won't leave me".

The angel's caring eyes beamed. "Continue on your journey, Maggie Mae. I will never leave you. At the end of your road you will see a rainbow. Continue on the Thin Man and the Fat Lion will be waiting. And don't forget to carry Toto".

I remember when I called you friend

All at once I see it clearly though my vision. It is another time.  I see back as my eyes gazed upon my vision. I smile softly as I look into your eyes. It was a time long ago when I called you friend.  Your smile beamed back at me way back then. Your eyes were kind, caring and tender to be hold.  We’d talk for hours and never grew tired of the tales that we told each other. I can remember how some tales we told over and over, again. We never grew tired of listening. Just like old friends are suppose to.  Now I look back now across the miles I try to recall your face. I look closely trying to see. You cheek, you nose, your eyes and that funny way you used to grin. So long ago it seems, that time, way back when. You made me smile and I called you my friend.  I remember now once upon a time when I called you friend.

My Grandmother's Hand

 She gently took her granddaughters hand.  “What’s done is done”, she said firmly.  “My granddaughter never let the light within you fail. It was given to you by the angels. It’s your light of hope”, she smiled. “Did I ever tell you that when you were born three stars fell down from heaven?”