Earthen Witch, Flash and Micro Fiction

Paradise

“The strong beat and bass guitar filled the air,
drowning out the sounds coming from next door.”

I landed two punches and didn’t miss his intentions with his slowed movements. Salvatore rubbed a hand over his chest and said, “Damn, woman, you sure hit hard.”

“Did I bruise you again?” I asked, smirked, and then pouted. “Poor baby.”

His eyes narrowed but his aura swirled with light blue. “I’ll get you for that.”

I grinned. “Good.”

When we made it back to our suite, Salvatore grinned as I unlocked the door and stepped
inside with him right behind me. His aura flamed with light blue and red.

“What?” I asked cautiously, eyeing his aura as I kicked off my flats.

“Connor and Aisling weren’t kidding when they said they knew everyone could hear them. They don’t seem to care at all.”

I froze and listened. I thought I heard a faint cry, but it could have been my imagination. My eyes flickered up to Salvatore.

He grinned. “Aisling is having a lot of fun at the moment.”

“Oh, my god! I don’t want to hear that. And you don’t need to hear it, either.” I walked to the dresser and picked up my phone. I tapped the screen and turned the volume all the way up.

The strong beat and sounds of a bass guitar filled the air, drowning out the sounds of my best friend and her mate. Hopefully, that was enough to keep Salvatore from hearing them too.

Setting my phone down, I turned around and froze. My werewolf’s head was cocked to the side and he was giving me an expression I couldn’t define.

Realization dawned and my jaw dropped. “Oh, is that too loud? I forget how well you can hear sometimes.”

He didn’t respond at first, he just kept staring at me like a predator stalking its prey. Then he took a step forward.

I took an involuntary step back and realized what I was doing.

Salvatore’s eyes glittered with yellow, but his aura still looked normal, blazing with red. “Paradise Circus?”

My face flushed, and I felt the warmth spread all the way down my neck as I realized what I just did. Not only could Salvatore hear Connor and Aisling in the next suite, but the room itself set him on edge.

And I just turned on my playlist, not thinking how the sexy music would entice him that much more. “Yep, and I happen to like Massive Attack,” I replied, trying to pretend as though I didn’t just trigger him to lose control. “I have a whole playlist like this. Do you like it?”

His red aura was brightening as he took another step toward me and my body was practically vibrating in anticipation of what was about to happen.

“Salvatore?” My voice sounded raspy. To my ears it sounded more like a moan.

“Angela,” he growled.

I took a deliberate step back toward the bathroom, as if I was trying to retreat from him. But I knew what I was doing. I was inciting him. Setting him on edge. On purpose. “Why are you stalking me like I’m something you want to eat?”

© Sarah Doughty

This is a direct excerpt
from my third novel, Home.

Though this novel of the series
follows Angela and Salvatore,
Aisling and Connor still play important roles.
I knew I wanted to include this exerpt
when this song was added
to the November Notes list this year.

It was slightly edited for context.

For day seventeen of November Notes.
Paradise Circus (Gui Boratto remix) by Massive Attack

Poetry

Loved Forever

“I just want you to know that I’ve loved
you for as long as I can remember.”

If you recall nothing else about this moment, know this: I just want you to know that I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I may not have known you all along, but it feels like my soul is finally complete. Like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle was finally put into place. I don’t know if you feel the same, but it doesn’t matter. I know my heart and it’s been branded with your name.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

And that’s not something
I could ever regret.

Poetry

Damsels

“And I’m sorry to tell you this,
but I’m no damsel in distress.”

Let me be clear, I didn’t need you to save me, but it would have been nice to have you there by my side. To know you’d be there regardless. But I guess the truth of the matter is that you couldn’t handle not being the hero. You never wanted a woman that could stand on her two feet without some assistance. And I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’m no damsel in distress.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

All or nothing
isn’t the right attitude.

Poetry

Until Morning Comes

“I watched you in the starlight,
and my heart leapt out of my chest.”

I watched you in the starlight, and my heart leapt out of my chest. Asking myself how I never saw such beauty before, I felt like I could see for the first time. In the shadows, your eyes glittered and the planes for your jaw were in Stark relief. You were mesmerizing and I never wanted to look away. Every time I see you in the night, I want to bask in your shadow until the morning comes.

© Sarah Doughty

So please, don’t let this night end.

Without you, I’m as cold as ice.

This was written for day sixteen
of November Notes.
Your Soul by Hippie Sabotage

Poetry

The One For Me

“And out of everyone else in this world,
I know you’re the one for me.”

In moments like this, when we’re beneath the stars, looking at the same moon and mapping out the constellations, I’m reminded of you. Of us. I know, out of everyone else in this world, you understand me. You are the one that hears my voice. Not just my words, but everything in between. You hear the pauses, those moments when I’m most vulnerable. Those moments when I’m afraid about what the future will bring. But most of all, I wonder if you can hear how much I love you. And out of everyone else in this world, I know you’re the one for me.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

With my ribcage open,
my heart is yours.
Treat it well.

Poetry

Cold As Ice

“Without you near me,
I’m bereft. Lost.”

Without you near me, I’m bereft. Lost. Standing in the midst of a winter storm. Old, forgotten leaves from autumn flying with the white flakes that swirl around me. I reach into the oblivion of white, hoping I will find you there. Near enough that your warmth would draw me in, like a moth to flame. But nothing responds. Only the howling of the frigid wind keeps me company. I am lost in this place. Without a compass nor a guiding light to point me to you. So I wait, calling your name into those whipping winds, hoping you’ll hear me and come find me.

© Sarah Doughty

I repeat, this life of mine
was never a competition,
except the ones
I set for myself.

Without you, I’m as cold as ice.

This was written for day fifteen
of November Notes.
Casualty by Hidden Citizens

Poetry

Some Peace

“There are things I regret.
But I take peace knowing it was to survive.
A little agony was worth it.”

There are things I regret. In my heart, I feel the shards of each misdeed. I’m reminded of all the things I endured. All I did was just trying to survive. Like the night wrapped around me and took little pieces of my resolve until nothing but the pain remained. Those mistakes I made, I remember them like they happened yesterday, and I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for them. But I do take some peace in the fact that I did them to survive. And if it meant I needed to do them again, I would. Because I might see the morning light. And a little agony is worth it.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

It it means you’ll survive,
it’s worth it.

Poetry

Surviving

“I wanted you, but I could survive without you.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to.”

In that moment, it took every bit of strength I could muster to keep my distance from you. Because, god, I wanted you like nothing I’d ever felt before. The taste of you. The feel of you. I wanted you so much, it was a tangible ache deep in my bones. I could survive without you, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to. And though I wasn’t sure, I knew if I tasted you, I’d never want anything else.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

Self restraint is overrated anyway.

Poetry

Bonds

“But I do know this: I am grateful for
the time we shared, and the bond between us.”

What were the odds of us, I wonder? Were we ever meant to be? Or were we nothing more than two souls passing by on our own paths, crossing for a short period of time? I often ask myself what could have been different if our lives took different turns. Would we have still found each other? Would our fates have been more than a fleeting moment, but a lifetime?

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to answer those questions, but I do know that I am grateful for the time we shared — the connection that still binds us through our memories and our souls.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

I will always be grateful for you.

Poetry

A New Day

“Living — even when there’s nothing but misery
— is so much better than being numb.”

It felt like floating in space, somewhere between awake and dreaming. It was an infinite oblivion of nothing. There was no pain. No suffering. No love. And no joy. It invited me in with a warm embrace, and for an instant I wanted to get lost there. In that place of nothingness. But then something warned me in the back of my mind that I shouldn’t give in. Living — even when there’s pain, misery, and heartache — is so much better than being numb and unplugged from reality. I gave myself a moment to bask in that space, and then opened my eyes to face a new day.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

It’s only matter of time before
it all starts again.