Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 93
April 11, 2016
Limmericks
Trying something new find these quite hard, need to get the rhyming rhythms right
There was a lady from Norfolk
Who at full moon did a forfeit
She changed into a hamster
She had meant to be a gangster
And now she runs circles in a faucet
A nice lady tried playing wordfeud
When her partner got decidedly rude
He flashed his cock
She fell out the dock
And cried..how can you be so crude
There was a wannabe author
Whose grammar was something of a horror
She peddled her words
Became a hamster ate verbs
And threw poems out just to torture
April 10, 2016
Our uniqueness
What is it, about our uniqueness,
Should it exist?
Is it seen as a weakness,
To be burnt away, like mist,
Our spark and our idiosyncrasies,
Does society, want us to conform,
Join the herd, act in ways that please,
Step in line, stay within the norm,
What is it about, your uniqueness,
That I celebrate and applaud,
Your honesty, drive and genius,
Your flaws I also laud,
What is it, about my uniqueness,
That I cherish and nurture,
The me that exists, that’s not seamless,
My drive for happiness, still a searcher,
Our spark and idiosyncrasies,
Should be cherished,
They are the oil and the antifreeze,
That fuel creativity, not see it perished.
April 9, 2016
Excerpt Chapter 10 Converging Lives
Excerpt Chapter 10 Converging Lives
Marghita is feeling bitter at Rick’s sudden enthusiasm for Christine; she thinks he is suffering a lust reaction, thinking with his dick, as some of her friends would say. She feels that maybe if she can see what makes Christine so great, then she can act like that, and project it out to Rick. Marghita wants to get inside Christine’s head. She wants to know everything about her; she needs to get closer to her.
She knows her name because Rick let it slip during the course of one of their conversations; Christine Sinclair. She is in her forties, married with two teenage daughters, and lives in Aberdeen. Her Word Crozzle name is Aqua eyes. She knows Christine has been playing Crozzle for a while. Rick told her that two men have fallen in love with Christine, partners from Crozzle play. She has looked at the thumbnail picture and knows what Christine looks like. She has the most amazing eyes. She did not think her beautiful, but reluctantly had to admit that those eyes made her stunning. Marghita wonders how to find out more about Christine, to understand her rival, so she can neutralise her. She cannot ask Rick too much, as he might wonder at her interest. Marghita will have to find another way.
Ah, she remembers she has her email address, because Rick sent an email joke to several of his friends including herself, and that included all the other addresses; that might be useful to her although she is not sure yet. Maybe Facebook would be a good place to start.
Marghita logs into Facebook. It is not something she uses much.
She types Christine Sinclair into the search for friend’s box, and presses go. Twelve Christine Sinclairs’ are displayed on her screen; she scrolls down the list scanning the thumbnail pictures. She finds her, and clicks on that name, the details appear on the screen. Marghita’s heart races, she feels it thumping in her chest, she is almost panting as she leans forward scanning the screen. She grins thinking stupid cow, she has hidden nothing, and her whole life displayed before me. Avidly she consumes the open book of Christine’s life, her friendships, her posts, her family, dozens of pictures. What a feast. She has the sour taste of jealousy metallic on her tongue; Christine appears to have a good life, why does she need Rick as well?
Marghita grabs a piece of paper and writes down the salient points, husband’s name Ed, daughters Sophie and Haley. Her work place. The names of her main friends, the groups to which she belongs. She will peruse those at her leisure and search for more information about Christine. She starts to compile a Christine dossier. She opens Crozzle on her phone, searches for Aqua eyes, when the thumbnail appears; Marghita does a screenshot of the photograph and emails it to herself. She goes to her computer opens her emails and prints the screen shot twice. One copy she adds to her dossier, the other she cuts out, laminates and pops in her handbag.
She sits and rubs her hands now; she is beginning to get inside the psyche of Christine Sinclair. Hopefully this will help. In her quest for a long-term relationship with Rick.
She ponders how to use her newfound knowledge and what to do next. Maybe she really needs to see Christine, look at her home, and maybe even talk to her. Although having a conversation seems a remote possibility, dialogue with Christine would be useful, she wonders if she could set up another Crozzle account and play Christine, become her friend talk to her regularly. She will explore that as a possibility.
Visiting Christine is becoming an obsession with Marghita. She feels she just has to make it happen. It is invading her thoughts day and night, and she wakes up with a strong compulsion to visit Aberdeen. In the end, she finds a day when she can make herself free, and books a return flight Stockholm to Aberdeen, a Tuesday when Christine goes to works late. Since her decision to see Christine, Marghita has tried to find out snippets of information about her. Pumping Rick gently, asking questions and adding to her file.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Converging-Lives-Samantha-Beardon-ebook/dp/B017O5Q35Y
http://www.amazon.com/Converging-Lives-Samantha-Beardon-ebook/dp/B017O5Q35Y
Jigsaw of life
I cherish those pieces of you I shared,
It had to be enough, the times we cared,
Propping me up in times of woe,
Helping to fight the common foe,
My knight in shining armour,
I think maybe not, knight in ardour,
That’s a possible plot,
We never had a future just a here, to adopt,
A mutual need, so no angst or hook,
Sharing our time, like pages in a book,
Learning to grow and fulfill myself,
Came directly from scraps, found on our shelf,
The jigsaw of life more complex than some,
Fitting together, our demons overcome,
Once more the jigsaw of life is tipped from the box,
Lots of the middle retained its locks,
Fitting the stray pieces together again,
With new insights a clearer refrain,
I cherish those pieces of you I shared,
Learning and growing my jigsaw is prepared
Excerpt from Converging Lives by Samantha Beardon
Excerpt from Chapter 3 Converging Lives.
Rick demonstrates some sex texting to Eve.
She sits again and picks up the phone.
E: ‘Hi Rick, I have been thinking, always a bad move!! I would love to get to know you better, but I am not ready to go to Beat yet.’ She pauses to think. ‘I don’t really get sex texting, how can it bring satisfaction it’s not like real loving.’
Eve makes a move on the board and after the move, there is a message symbol, which she opens and reads with an audible intake of breath, she leans back and does a double take. Her cheeks start to redden. Whoa as she reads:
R: ‘Walking up behind you, touching your hair, and bending to kiss the top of your head, you turn your head and smile at me and I kiss your lips. Then I kneel beside you slip my hands inside your blouse and gaze into your eyes.’
She blinks a little as she looks at the screen, she is sitting in the lounge and her daughter has just walked in. She glances around to make sure nobody can see the conversation.
R: ‘I kiss you again intertwining our tongues, as I hold, weigh and caress your breasts, gently tweaking the nipples so they stand erect. You can feel that tug going down to your groin.’
She is shocked but intrigued, this is reading rather like a sexy novel she thinks, but it’s happening, in her house, from a man she has never met.
She is feeling apprehensive, slightly defensive but also she has to admit excited. How to handle this sudden intimacy? Before her brain has thought through the problem, she sees another message has appeared on the screen.
R: ‘Moving my mouth down your body, tongue is on your pussy; my cock is hard and pressing against your leg.’
Cripes, she thinks, starting to panic. Then she sits up straight grips the phone and mentally berates herself. Now, Eve get assertive and get him to hold back. Do not just run. He is overstepping the mark, and is pushing ahead without tacit approval. No! She is not going to let another man trample all over her feelings. Roxy is grinning and indicating she is scared. Eve glares at Roxy. This is not funny. He is pushing too hard and not respecting her.
E: ‘Wait Rick, too much too fast. I said I was not ready for this; you have gone too far. I know I haven’t totally discouraged you, but I am really not into sex texting and I am feeling slightly outraged and shocked.’
R: ‘Ah sorry Eve, I was aroused by our conversation, and wanted to give you a sample of what might happen in a sex texting session. I was not being malicious.’
E: ‘Well you have certainly done that. Do you know where I am at present?’
R: ‘No but let me guess, sitting in the lounge watching TV.’
E: ‘Correct.’
E: ‘Yes and sitting with husband and visiting daughter, whilst being cyber seduced by a stranger!
R: ‘Cool lmao am the same, but in bed, wife has just gone for a shower. ‘Hopefully it gives you a feel for the power of the images that cyber could produce, but no pressure, you must feel good about it.’
