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? It's mine.
That’s right boys and girls…it's copyrighted…so if you want it? Just
ask- we’ll talk.
Dryad
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Showers
By Dryad
She felt the nudge in her dreams.
“Come on, wake up,” he murmured.
“Huh? Wha?” her groggy voice replied as she squinted through blurry
eyes.
“Shhh. You need to see this.” He gently tugged on her arm,
until she slid her legs to the floor. He pulled the comforter off the bed,
wrapping her in it.
“What time is it? Where am I goin?” she muttered yawning.
“Its about 4 am; but trust me, its worth it.” He answered like
a boy who was the first to see the tree on Christmas morning. She followed
him through the house, out the back door and into the crisp, cold darkness.
He held her against his chest, then pointed up. “Look” she smiled,
as the meteor showers fell, filling the sky with an almost magical beauty.
“Oh, honey, this is beautiful!” she moved to the wall of the house,
and slid down, still wrapped in the comforter. “Its cold, sweetheart, come
share.” She offered as she opened the comforter to the side of her.
He snuggled next to her, her head on his shoulder. Beneath the
blanket, they held hands. She sighed as he kissed her temple. They both looked
up, silently wishing on the shooting stars that fell in masses from the sky.
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