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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Soul (07/13/06)

By Zuanne Joubert


Seven sins took him by the hand, made him part of their evil plan. Black Magic is an easy trick. She caught him in her net, a sexual nymph with angel dust, luring him into a magical realm of wild fantasy. He fell for her in a dark place, after that first, long, dizzying kiss as the moon was hiding. Looking deep into her soul, he sacrificed his own soul at will, without thinking.

Tossing him a flirtatious glance, her face illumined with mischief; her body teased him until he reached out and grabbed her. Alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you’re not, steadfast when you’re dizzy. They firmly clung to each other, locked in a mesmerizing dance. Alcohol slows down reflexes and confuses the mind. Taken in by his own distorted thinking, the thrill of firm flesh and wild sex, blinding him to the sobering truth.

Tinkerbelle with her pixie dust luring Peter Pan to the magical realm of Never Never Land, his perceptions of reality completely distorted. She teased him with her promise of paradise and euphoria, her taste lingered on his lips, left him thirsty for yet another encounter. Her heavy-lidded gaze, ravishing and mysterious, released violent, vivid pictures of the most erotic pleasure in his racing mind.

Fully aware of the effect on him she enjoyed it. Regardless of the reasons why he did it, the facts are, he wanted her. He insisted on having her. She wasn’t what you’d call a cat walk beauty, but she certainly had attributes with merit, capable of driving men into paroxysms of lust. Petite and shapely, using her wiles and charms, she did not appear cheap or trashy. A priced reward, she had to be conquered by all males she encountered.

Ahhh, Sudden and sweet, no strings attached. It's the best way to go down - it just hurts so much. Sweet taste the bitter wine of someone nice, dangerously nice. Every guy wants to save someone. He thought he wanted to save her, but then he fell into her, unable to save himself. Softly it started as a spark growing into a fire. But no one could tell this fire hot as hell is capable of destroying everything in its way. Fire so powerful, it eats away into emotions. Burned is the green grass, black it seems.

He was unable to commit, even after his “I do” he continued his joyous journey of drink, drugs and pretty girls. Falling headlong into lust he committed devilish sins and sold his soul for another glass of anything, while taking all the moment offered. A Japanese Proverb: “First the man takes a drink, then the drink takes a drink, and then the drink takes the man”.

Short the stroke, deadly accurate, once a man, proud, now dead on the ground, bleeding in a stream of confusion.

“O, thunder in the sky could you hear me cry? I’ve walked on a rocky road, full of misleading images, forbidden fruit, and disillusioned pictures of self, how could I break this spell? Will it drive me to hell? Who could help me in this empty world? This world is the only kind I know, there is nothing inside my mind. There must be more to find, this isn’t working what do I want? What is the use of living? If we don’t live it? My emotions drive me, not always to the point I want to be. It’s like there is more in the sky, hiding away very shy. It feels like I’m drowning. I am stuck in this hole. Where should I go first? How did it happen? What am I doing? This life must have taken my heart with, down to the ground. Darkness fall upon my mind, death of my soul. Was this my goal? I was fooled, blinded by the light, only to die. Empty inside, tears my reward, my soul - lost.”

Spirit flowing across the water, His wisdom far greater than any boundary, His love surrounding, powerful. The battle is already won.

Humble he lay at the feet of his Lord and Savior, humming a song, new to his mind: “You Lord, only You could save me, could comfort me, could understand me,could love me as much as You do. Only You. You Lord”

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Amy Fritz07/22/06
I really liked this. It grabbed my attention, and there was a good, descriptive flow thoughout.
Trina Courtenay07/22/06
Great discriptions, held my interest the whole way through.
damie pius07/26/06
wow! i think this is a bomb. covert it to a rap video and it will win a grammy. bank on that!
Marilyn Schnepp 07/26/06
The first part was understandable - a man in the throes of lust; and the last paragraph was priceless - but in between...I got bogged down with "The 'I do", did that mean he married her? Then the bottle got him? Anyway, it did lure this Reader in, kept her interested, then...although a bit confused - finished the last paragraph with a lump in the throat. Great job on the parts I understood; intriguing, with a great lure for the reader looking for something ah...let's say "different or unique".