Sasha's Dream Beach (By Invitation Only)

[Sasha25]

Originally Posted by dragonrazor

Well, a gunfight will be significantly different.

True. I'll think of how to continue. I can imagine that Raylene could be a bit sexually aggressive, but not from the outset.

[dragonrazor]

Originally Posted by Sasha25

True. I'll think of how to continue. I can imagine that Raylene could be a bit sexually aggressive, but not from the outset.

I'd imagine she'll have a hard time remembering that there are some things you don't do when you have guests. As in stripping right in front of them *laughs*

[Sasha25]

Originally Posted by dragonrazor

I'd imagine she'll have a hard time remembering that there are some things you don't do when you have guests. As in stripping right in front of them *laughs*

Certainly. One, she isn't used to being modest. Second, she's a bit rough around the edges, so she wouldn't care much, anyway.

[dragonrazor]

Originally Posted by Sasha25

Certainly. One, she isn't used to being modest. Second, she's a bit rough around the edges, so she wouldn't care much, anyway.

Exactly

[Sasha25]

Originally Posted by dragonrazor

Exactly

I'll write some later. Be good, draggyboy.

[dragonrazor]

Originally Posted by Sasha25

I'll write some later. Be good, draggyboy.

Well, I'm about ready to open a can of whuparse on Zone Labs, the makers of Zone Alarm. Their site has a download link for their free firewall, but when you click it it now leads to a free trial for Zone Alarm Pro....

[Sasha25]

*Fleeting. That's the word for today. People and things come and go, changing nature as the seasons, sometimes even faster.

Reality is truly more beautiful and more terrible than any world that I could make, so as I look down at the beach, far up from a high cliff, with a spilling water fall, I wave my hand covering the beach in a mist that cannot be penetrated.

I will lift it when I need, but for now, no one can find it, except for me. I don't need it to write, or to visit, or to relax. It was an attempt at making a space, but ultimately, it was a space I didn't need.

The mist will scream at those who try to end, warning them that Sasha is gone, that they are not welcome until she returns. I hope they are not upset. Even in my own space, I try to hard to please, and that isn't right. I should be in command of it and I don't feel like I am.

I may be back one day, but for now, the beach is closed.*

[Sasha25]

*finding my way from Annisthyrienne's glade, flitting on the breeze as a butterfly, then changing into the pale skinned woman, with hair flowing in the sea breeze. The cabana looks lonely, worn and uninviting. The feel of intrusion is in the air and I don't like it. I wave my hand and cabana and all the accoutrements are gone. Now there is only nature: the beach, the waves, the palms and me.

I walk along the beach, enjoying the solitude, but that feeling doesn't last. I am ultimately lonely, and I know it. I crave a place like this because I know that those I care about here will come by and give affection. That's what I want, what I need. The sad reality is that I crave attention, and this Beach feeds into that addiction. It sickens me a little to admits, but the admission will hopefully lead to enlightenment. I take a random pebble, smooth and white and throw it out to the waves with a small splash.

A small, pale pebble on the beach, ultimately insignificant. I shrug and keep walking...*

[dragonrazor]

Originally Posted by Sasha25

*finding my way from Annisthyrienne's glade, flitting on the breeze as a butterfly, then changing into the pale skinned woman, with hair flowing in the sea breeze. The cabana looks lonely, worn and uninviting. The feel of intrusion is in the air and I don't like it. I wave my hand and cabana and all the accoutrements are gone. Now there is only nature: the beach, the waves, the palms and me.

I walk along the beach, enjoying the solitude, but that feeling doesn't last. I am ultimately lonely, and I know it. I crave a place like this because I know that those I care about here will come by and give affection. That's what I want, what I need. The sad reality is that I crave attention, and this Beach feeds into that addiction. It sickens me a little to admits, but the admission will hopefully lead to enlightenment. I take a random pebble, smooth and white and throw it out to the waves with a small splash.

A small, pale pebble on the beach, ultimately insignificant. I shrug and keep walking...*

*lands on the beach, and starts setting up a firepit and some chairs*

[Sasha25]

Just remember to take your chair away when you're leaving. I like a clean beach. *smiles and hugs a dragon*

[dragonrazor]

*smiles* Feel free to take a seat.

[Sasha25]

I'm glad to be given permission in my own space. *smiles*

[dragonrazor]

Originally Posted by Sasha25

I'm glad to be given permission in my own space. *smiles*

*impish grin* If you'd prefer a different spot....

[Sasha25]

*I can't let this place go, but it needs to change. I stand on the beach, thinking, but then run to the meeting of beach and forest to put the following sign:*

UNDER CONSTRUCTION. STAY OUT. SERIOUSLY.

WRITING AND BUILDING.

[dragonrazor]

*slips in only long enough to deliver some building materials for Sasha's efforts, then darts back out*

[Sasha25]

I feet sad, hurt, confused. What did I do wrong? Why is all this happening?

I want it all to go away. I want to be happy again. I want to find that easy escape, but it's no longer easy. Everything is fleeting, transitional, it seems. I always feel like I ask too much, so it's better not to ask at all.

What did I do wrong?

Did I wrong the universe and it's deciding to take it's tithing? Feels like more more than a tithe.

Why am I even writing this here? Who really is listening?

*I take a pebble and throw it into the ocean. A little ripple among the crashing waves. Insignificant*

I want to vent and get everything out, but shouting at the darkness doesn't do anything, does it?

I want my Daddy to be able to move and talk and understand, but not of it works properly. Is it some kind of cruel joke? A man who always had an answer, could always fix things, can't be fixed. That doesn't make any sense whatsoever.

I know these feelings will pass, but I can't make them pass fast enough.

[dragonrazor]

Originally Posted by Sasha25

I feet sad, hurt, confused. What did I do wrong? Why is all this happening?

I want it all to go away. I want to be happy again. I want to find that easy escape, but it's no longer easy. Everything is fleeting, transitional, it seems. I always feel like I ask too much, so it's better not to ask at all.

What did I do wrong?

Did I wrong the universe and it's deciding to take it's tithing? Feels like more more than a tithe.

Why am I even writing this here? Who really is listening?

*I take a pebble and throw it into the ocean. A little ripple among the crashing waves. Insignificant*

I want to vent and get everything out, but shouting at the darkness doesn't do anything, does it?

I want my Daddy to be able to move and talk and understand, but not of it works properly. Is it some kind of cruel joke? A man who always had an answer, could always fix things, can't be fixed. That doesn't make any sense whatsoever.

I know these feelings will pass, but I can't make them pass fast enough.

*slips up behind and hugs tightly*

[Sasha25]

*The beach is as it ever was, clean, fresh, the waves constantly cleaning the white sand. The wood remains of the cabana, but it's not needed now. I'm not planning on staying; just visiting from time to time. The sun-worn wood become a box, nothing more than a simple chest which contains a leather-bound pad and paper, a pencil, a linen wrap if I need. I sit down on the sand in the shade, and think about ideas that have drifted in and out of my mind.*