Dreams, Nightmares, Visions: An Anthology
By G. W. Steen
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A compilation of short stories and 'Not-so-poetic' poetry, containing raw, spontaneous emotions and feelings in many forms: Contented, Light-hearted, Ecstatic, Kind, Sympathetic, Zealous, Despondent, Uncertain, Incompetent, Unhappy, Tearful, Worthless, Anxious, Nervous, Desperate, Unsure, Disturbed, Reeling, Love, Hate, Indifference.
These are emotions we all share.
G. W. Steen
Gretchen W. Steen was born in Wilmington, Delaware in 1952. Literally a dragon herself, born in a ‘Year of the Dragon’ according to the Chinese calendar, her interest spread to dragons from all areas of the world. The myths, legends and persona surrounding these creatures led to a deeper fascination with the beast. Along with her love of fiction, fantasy and romance, her dragon-tale came to life. Ms. Steen, a mother and grandmother, and long time resident of Pennsylvania, now lives in Pensacola, Florida. Her writing was delayed but never forgotten during the devastation and traumatic aftermath of Hurricane’s Ivan and Dennis, which targeted Pensacola in 2004 and 2005. After a 5-year pause, the dystopian conspiracy tale, "What If...The Conspiracy Is Real?" is finally finished. A tale to make you think ... "Maybe it could happen."
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Dreams, Nightmares, Visions - G. W. Steen
Dedication
For all those who had faith in my imagination,
and gave me reason to continue.
For my children and grandchildren...
As my mind rambled through time, these were the end result.
DNV - thank you - page 5.jpgTo all, God Bless you!
© 2001
Love in the Moonlight
It's midnight ...
warm, with a cool breeze
gently blowing through the open window.
The moon is full and shines like the sun.
Standing near the window,
bathed in moonlight,
I wait for my lover to come.
The room is filled with the scent of roses ...
blood red roses ... from my lover
... to enjoy until he arrives.
Although I am alone,
I can feel your presence all around me.
I hear the door slowly open ... then close.
I stand very still, silently, listening ...
I hear you slowly walk closer
I feel you behind me, yet we have not touched.
Gently you put your hand on my shoulder.
I feel a chill run down my spine.
You take another step forward,
moving your hand across my shoulder to my neck.
Slowly, you put your arm around my waist
and pull me gently to you. Our bodies touch.
My white satin gown is cool to the touch,
but the body beneath it is full of fire and warm
I can hear you breathing
and feel your warm breath on my neck.
I tilt my head slowly as you kiss my shoulder,
Moving up to my neck, you kiss me again.
With each kiss, the desire grows
Slowly, I turn and look up at you.
Our eyes are filled with passion,
we smile, but say nothing.
When our eyes met,
we did not need to utter a sound.
Our bodies touch and we feel
our hearts beating, together.
I gently kiss your chest.
I cradle your face in my soft hands.
Our lips, wet and waiting ... finally meet.
The world could stop around us,
we would not notice.
We are lost in each other.
I pull away, then you kiss my neck,
you move down to my chest,
gently, slowly, you kiss my breasts,
tantalizing me more.
You slowly remove my gown and lay me down.
I reach for you and pull you down to me.
The heat of our bodies
tells of the fire that burns in both of us.
I ask, Make love to me, please?
... You smile and say, Forever.
More kisses ... more caresses ...
Exploring every inch of each other.
The passion must be satisfied ...
We make love, repeatedly, like never before.
Neither of us dreamt it could be like this.
Ecstasy ...
Finally together,
Lying in each others’ arms,
We fall asleep ... and dream
Another dream ... of another time, together.
... Enchanted dreams do come true ...
Eyes of Blue
How soft is his smile
And strong are his hands,
A calm, soft spoken voice
Yet firmly a man.
Attentively he listens
To every single word,
In awe he always stands
His stature tall and firm.
Yet it was his eyes of blue
That bore a whole in my soul,
He must see my heart
Sadly broken and cold.
I will not allow
My heart to rule my head,
It would end in shear tragedy
And we'd both wish we were dead.
So I befriend this charming man
I see him as much as I can,
But I'm sure my face
Conveys my deepest emotion.
Unconsciously I've given him the idea
I would concede to some notion,
Sometimes he stumbles when he speaks
As though he's afraid of my potion
.
A witch I am not and never shall be
Although some do readily agree,
Just look into my deep, dark eyes
And a passionate spell shall be cast upon thee.
A Vampyre's Kiss
‘Come to me ... You can't resist any longer. I need you ... your life ... your blood.’
Standing in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames, you wonder why you are here.
The room is dark; the fire illuminates the room strangely, there are shadows everywhere.
Cloaked in darkness, I watch you're every movement. Lying deep in the shadows is my world, lined in red velvet ... my tormented existence.
I have summoned you here. You are not like all the others. I need you ... yes! I want you to share my tortured immortality. I chose you ... you have no choice!
Slowly I emerge from the murkiness and you glance up from your trance. My eyes glisten in the firelight. The golden pentacle hanging from my neck is enchanting.
You look like a lost child. Before this night is over, you will never be lost again.
Quickly, your expression changes, you see the burning passion that I have brought to you.
You raise your hands to embrace me, but I stop you. I am cold to touch, even though my heart is on fire. I touch your face gently with a kiss. You begin to tremble, not from fear, but anticipation.
Moving my hands down your body, the longing in your eyes I have only seen once before ... many lifetimes ago.
Our eyes never part; the sight of each other is tantalizing. Your heart beats with the lifeblood I need. You turn your head away, knowing what I want.
I kiss your chest and slowly move toward your neck. It is warm, enticing ... erotic; our passion building with every touch. My need is overwhelming ... I need your blood. Stepping away, for the last time, I whisper, Join me?
Your urgent reply, Forever.
My fangs sink deep into your warm flesh. Draining the blood from you, I free myself and condemn you. You moan, not from pain, but with pleasure. I feel warm blood flowing through me, as your body grows cold. But I cannot take it all ... I must stop!
You look at me and smile. With blood dripping from my lips, I gently kiss you. Your body is drenched in blood and the fire, once only in my eyes, is now in yours.
Lost within ourselves we must become one ... you must drink. My blood now flows for you. Inhuman blood surges in our veins and monstrous desire overtakes us.
It is finished!
With the rising sun, we must seek shelter.
In our shadowy existence, we are lovers, condemned for eternity.
January 16, 1985
Three months pregnant, suddenly and without warning, my water broke. My doctor advised me to get to the hospital. Knowing something was tragically wrong, I didn’t want to believe it. Once at the hospital I was admitted and examined.
My unborn child, whose heartbeat I had heard only a week before, had for some unknown reason, died. Devastated, I could not believe it was gone. The hours passed slowly as I waited for it to end.
That evening my doctor advised me of my options. The possibility of infection grew by the hour, It could take hours, days, weeks or even months before my body rejected it.
The longer it lasted the more risk I took. With my water gone, and the heartbeat gone, there was only one choice I could make. I cried for hours, with pen in hand I finally signed the consent form.
The nurse took it away and the sleepless night passed. In the early morning of January 17, 1985, I was taken to the operating room. One last time they listened for the baby’s heartbeat, but heard nothing.
As I stared into the overhead lights, the sleep producing drug began to take effect. The room seemed to pull away from me as I lost consciousness.
An hour and a half later, back in my room, I slowly regained consciousness. It was over. The baby was gone. I never knew what it was,
it was too early to tell.
It was my second child. I had felt it move, if only for a short time. January 18, 1985, I went home to recover. Empty-handed, I wondered if I would ever have another.
January 16, 1988
The day began very early, actually before dawn.