Lucy walks the garden, grey hair bouncing off her high bare back. The moon above the stormy waters, taking breath from all that’s lacked. Come to me she whispers, part my liquid dreams, take me unto far tomorrows, away from chaste and all that seems believed.
Lucy reads literature from a Victorian age, drowning in her laces, a not so gentleman’s, not so gentle way. She watches stars above Yorkshire, and wishes on red ones, it could be that her suitors aren’t quiet the right ones. Lucy watches privileged lips in sorority affairs, the finest words of society, in London’s aristocratic affairs. And as she takes her carriage home, her mind does wander there. In spinning nights of wind shaped slopes, and days filled with sleep, a luciferin fear of church folk, the creature in her dreams. It could be, after all this time, an English rose could prick her skin toward the sky. And she will pray that what draws nigh, is Gabriel’s gift from nights gone by, a life for that eternal sigh. She sleeps in linen, and closes one eye.
Lucy’s name is cursive, written curved with bodies hinted at in sighs, ecstatic, escalation of the screams behind the night. Above her silken curtains lies a single curse, the ones who somewhere in their fear, have placed without a verse. And this could be the very night, the world stops in its tracks, when she kisses Mina and the future tears her bodice off, and kisses her right back. A startled full built lady, a dreaming little girl, her imagination in the Highland Woods at night, her imagination comes uncurled. Lucy’s dreams before the sunrise, when the tide takes what it lacks, and lashes all its strength on land before the light can draw it back. And she’ll forgo, a stronger touch, all her property given up, and in the space between the night, she’ll see the lightening in forever’s pure eye. So, close to rapture wings do fly.
Lucy walks the garden, grey hair bouncing off her high bare back. The moon above the stormy waters, taking breath from all that’s lacked. Come to me she whispers, part my liquid dreams, take me unto far tomorrows, away from chaste and all that seems believed. – 03.25.2017 – דָּנִיֵּאל
Daniel Swearingen 
The shivers did come to me in the most delicious way, as I read Lucy. This was one of your best Daniel. Erotic, and swimming with unspoken pictures. ❤
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Thank you Ruby. Unspoken pictures, the very best! 🙂
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I do so agree! 😉
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One of my favorite gothic stories, and in under 400 words you have summed for me why I enjoy it so much. This was a great read on a wind filled cloudy morning. 🙂
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That’s great Tansy! Thank you for a great comment on a cloudy night! 😉
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The best kind of settings for the best kind of tales. Looking forward to your next one!
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I got shivers, too! The beat, movement and tale are all very alive in this wonderful piece of prose.
Bravo, Daniel! 😀
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Shivers are good I think, remind us we are alive, better than we can say for Lucy, or is it? Thank you Resa! 🙂
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This is very very good writing! Wow!!!
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Thank you so much for your kind comment.
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Your welcome. 🙂
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Each word each syllable fits so perfectly together. This is so scary and sooooo good!
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Thank you Diana, for your wonderful comment. I apologize for being late on my reply, but am happy you took the time out to read and comment.
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Your welcome. I am still returning to this and re-reading. It is an amazing work. I shall be back again and again, I am sure.
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Every young girl’s Victorian dream.Daniel this is fascinating in a surreal way.I love each word, and yes, like others have said.It gave me shivers.
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Hi Donna, nothing like shivers. 😉 I am happy you enjoyed the piece. My apologies for taking so long to reply.
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Your welcome, I always enjoy the shivers when done is a tasteful way. Does that make sense?
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Indeed it does, leaves much more available to the imagination, better than any slasher movie ever made.
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Neat, we are on at the same time. Our minds are thinking the same way too. 🙂
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I kept waiting for Renfeld to appear, I was in junior high again reading Bram Stoker, and I was terrified, and I felt so alive. This is an amazing piece Daniel. ❤ ❤ ❤
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I loved Dracula, and the first time I read it was like you in junior high. Thank you for commenting Brooke, my apologies for my tardy reply.
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I look back and think, no wonder I always enjoyed reading so much, we were reading great stuff early on!!! 🙂
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Deeper than steel those teeth do sink. This is your scariest yet, and you sit their writing like the wild man you are. I loved each word, and won’t soon forget any of it, especially in my dreams. 😉
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I like the deeper than steel remark Heather, I might have to take that one with your permission of course. Thank you for commenting, and my apologies for being so late with my reply.
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Your never too late, and of course you can use “deeper than steel”. I would be honored. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Super great writing Daniel. Your prose left me wanting to be you, seeing it all, and yes it was very erotic in a Victorian kind of way. Well done!
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Thank you Jerri, I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on my work. My apologies for being so late in replying to your comment.
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Your welcome, you write great stuff.
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Damn! You write a wicked sonnet! 🙂
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Hi Kat. Thank you, it’s all in the wrist I think. 😉 Thank you for reading and commenting however and my apologies for such a tardy reply.
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LOL all in the wrist. Just keep writing and being tardy is okay. 😉
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You made me want to be Lucy. This was a chilling write, and I think Bram Stoker would agree, you did him proud.
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Thank you Colette, i appreciate the comparison, probably undeserved but I will take it. 😉 I do apologize for being so late with my reply.
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I think I speak for every woman who wanted to wear the lace. I was there! You have written the nightmare that is the dream, 🙂 🙂 🙂 This was wonderful!
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Thank you so much Dani, I started out just thinking about a scene and it went from there. I do appreciate you reading and commenting. My apologies for being tardy in my reply.
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I really enjoyed this. Your prose is filled with mystery. Very Gothic.
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Hi Brandi, thank you for commenting. I was hoping to make this work gothic, so thank you. 🙂
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You succeeded! 🙂 There really should be a part II!
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Lucy was almost scary, and a delicious read. I am so happy I found your blog, looking forward to reading so much more!
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Hi Stephe, welcome aboard, so happy you dropped by. Thank you so much for your reading and comment. 🙂
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Photo, words and story. Amazing. I wanted to read again. Thank you.
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Thank you John, also thanks for the reblog, on my way over to check out your blog now.
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I enjoyed your work and you are welcome.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the work of a talented writer.
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Sweet Lucy,
Let me hitch your laces, make your corset tight. Let’s start at the beginning. Let’s discover fire, tonight.
It seems now, as a Whitby Lady I be, there is only all of adventure left. We’re free!
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Oh my! Something wicked doth this way come, but I imagine as I usually do that Ms. Lucy thinks it’s very very fun!
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