This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it
is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them
anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble.
If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr? In other
words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun!
Let me know
what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? Its mine. That’s
right boys and girls…its copyrighted…so if you want it? Just ask- we’ll
talk.
Added note:
Some of my stories are from dreams. This is one of them. I don't tend
to embelish them, so they might seem a bit choppier than my normal writing.
But then again, what do you want for 3 am? (which is usually when the good
dreams are keeping me from REAL sleep!)
Dryad
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I am a beautiful polynesian woman.
I am young-17. I find myself on an island, one with a rocky coast that
I make my way around. It is fairly small, with many conifers about. As
I am walking, I come upon an ancient man. He just appears, and I don't know
where he came from. I speak with an him. His white hair is about halfway
down his back, and is loose and wavy. The wind coming off the water makes
it fly out behind him. His face is lined. He is very jovial, and seems
to be very wise. He tells me about a man on the other side of the island.
I go.
I use something that looks like a cross between a surf board and a
kayak to go around to the other side of the island. I see this man...maybe
24. His hair is short...but very, very thick. I watch him brush it.
I come up to him, and he speaks to me. He asks where I am going. I say
I am going nowhere. He begins to kiss me, and we are making love on a rocky
shore. As we are making love, a killer whale beaches herself. She speaks
to me, she wants me to follow her, to another island. I get up, tell the
man I must go. He seems to understand it is not in my hands.
I get on my board. I catch a wave out of the cove, with whale beside
me. I sit on the board for a long while, and paddle, as if it were a kayak.
The whale never left my side. We often spoke, and she sounded very much
like a mother. We go up what I guess is a river, because there is land
on either side. there is a town on one side.
The whale beaches herself again. She says I must open her, and use her
body to sell, so I can live on this new island. With an obsidian knife,
I slit her throat. She had already flipped over for me. I am crying as I
slit her body down the middle, and make another cut across her tail, making
an “I” cut. her blood flows on the sand, and people seem to grow from the
sand where her blood fell. Each new person helped me to cut her blubber and
meat from her body. Just before I wake up, I know I am pregnant with the
man’s child.
Copyright Dryad ([email protected]) 1999