Read Online When the Smoke Clears (Interracial Firefighter Romance) by Kenya Wright - Free Book Online
Authors: Kenya Wright
Ads: Link
for is gone. Today, we light the spark. We bring the fire back. We make your heart and soul hot inside. We condition your mind never to want to douse that blaze. We pray for the inferno. Who hurt you, Kassie?”
There was a time when I would’ve blurted out my ex’s name. But, after a year of walking inside of myself, I knew the truth. I said the words aloud, “I hurt me.”
Mama Ganga stopped walking and gave me a curious look. “And how did you do that?”
“I allowed myself to stay in a harmful relationship. Maybe he caused the pain in the beginning and knocked me down with his words, but I never got up from the ground. I stayed down in the dirt and let him kick me some more.”
“Why?”
“Because I was afraid.”
“Of what?” She returned to moving around me in a circle, never increasing her pace. “What were you afraid of?”
“Being alone.”
“Then, that’s what your heroine is afraid of. She doesn’t want to be alone. Start writing about her. But, remember, this isn’t your story. It’s hers. And you need to use the water.” Mama Ganga pointed out to the ocean. “You need to use all of the nature around you and let it seep into your spirit and feed your creativity. Put the ocean in the story for today.”
Anxiety crawled all through my insides, but still I gripped the pen tight. “Okay.”
“Put the fear in there. Explore it. How scared is your heroine of being alone? How bad is she in need of love? What crazy things would she do, not to be alone? How does that deal with the ocean? And will this fear be explored in a contemporary setting or will you get adventurous and build a fantasy world?”
Mama Ganga spoke some more, but within those seconds, my own desperation drummed inside of me. My fingers itched to get it all out. I didn’t have the same feelings I used to for romance, but fear was something I could definitely write about. Even in this time of separation, I worried that I might die alone. I’d been thinking about it, constantly. With each day, I thought it would be fine never to love again. Other days, I could barely swallow down that possible reality.
I didn’t want to be the crazy lady down the street with all the cats.
“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ve got something to write about.”
My pen’s tip hit the paper, and words spilled out of me.
A story came, and I wrote. . .
On the dark beach, the full moon glowed on Luna’s brown skin. She ingested the power. It surged through her veins and vibrated throughout her body. Her nipples tingled and the stars twinkled. She yearned to be as free as the gems in the black sky.
“Hear my prayers!” Luna raised her hands in the air, and yelled to the ocean, “Come to me!”
A cool wind whipped her gown from side to side. Sheer red fabric danced to the song of waves crashing and beach grass swaying, barely concealing her body. If someone shined a light on her, they’d witness her lush skin, the darkness of her nipples, and the swell of her breasts through the fabric. They’d see the hungry flower of flesh between her legs and the way it ached and craved to be touched.
“Connect with me! Mother Earth, bring me my soul mate.” Back and forth, she moved her body in the desperate rhythm that pounded in her heart. Energy emanated inside of Luna, throbbing and pulsating between her thighs. “I dance under the power of your moon. I use your influence—the ocean, my ancestor’s dirt, fire, and the night air. Make love to my soul!”
On the ground, a circle surrounded her, made from a mixture of blood and cemetery dirt. She’d spent two months, cutting her flesh, piercing her veins, and waiting patiently as blood drops fell into a crystal jar. Two months of preserving the fluid with fierce determination. Two months of scars and sores on her arms, fingers, and legs. Two months of preparing herself for the One.
“May the blood bind my wishes to you.”
This spell has to work. I will find my soul mate tonight. Then, I
There was a time when I would’ve blurted out my ex’s name. But, after a year of walking inside of myself, I knew the truth. I said the words aloud, “I hurt me.”
Mama Ganga stopped walking and gave me a curious look. “And how did you do that?”
“I allowed myself to stay in a harmful relationship. Maybe he caused the pain in the beginning and knocked me down with his words, but I never got up from the ground. I stayed down in the dirt and let him kick me some more.”
“Why?”
“Because I was afraid.”
“Of what?” She returned to moving around me in a circle, never increasing her pace. “What were you afraid of?”
“Being alone.”
“Then, that’s what your heroine is afraid of. She doesn’t want to be alone. Start writing about her. But, remember, this isn’t your story. It’s hers. And you need to use the water.” Mama Ganga pointed out to the ocean. “You need to use all of the nature around you and let it seep into your spirit and feed your creativity. Put the ocean in the story for today.”
Anxiety crawled all through my insides, but still I gripped the pen tight. “Okay.”
“Put the fear in there. Explore it. How scared is your heroine of being alone? How bad is she in need of love? What crazy things would she do, not to be alone? How does that deal with the ocean? And will this fear be explored in a contemporary setting or will you get adventurous and build a fantasy world?”
Mama Ganga spoke some more, but within those seconds, my own desperation drummed inside of me. My fingers itched to get it all out. I didn’t have the same feelings I used to for romance, but fear was something I could definitely write about. Even in this time of separation, I worried that I might die alone. I’d been thinking about it, constantly. With each day, I thought it would be fine never to love again. Other days, I could barely swallow down that possible reality.
I didn’t want to be the crazy lady down the street with all the cats.
“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ve got something to write about.”
My pen’s tip hit the paper, and words spilled out of me.
A story came, and I wrote. . .
On the dark beach, the full moon glowed on Luna’s brown skin. She ingested the power. It surged through her veins and vibrated throughout her body. Her nipples tingled and the stars twinkled. She yearned to be as free as the gems in the black sky.
“Hear my prayers!” Luna raised her hands in the air, and yelled to the ocean, “Come to me!”
A cool wind whipped her gown from side to side. Sheer red fabric danced to the song of waves crashing and beach grass swaying, barely concealing her body. If someone shined a light on her, they’d witness her lush skin, the darkness of her nipples, and the swell of her breasts through the fabric. They’d see the hungry flower of flesh between her legs and the way it ached and craved to be touched.
“Connect with me! Mother Earth, bring me my soul mate.” Back and forth, she moved her body in the desperate rhythm that pounded in her heart. Energy emanated inside of Luna, throbbing and pulsating between her thighs. “I dance under the power of your moon. I use your influence—the ocean, my ancestor’s dirt, fire, and the night air. Make love to my soul!”
On the ground, a circle surrounded her, made from a mixture of blood and cemetery dirt. She’d spent two months, cutting her flesh, piercing her veins, and waiting patiently as blood drops fell into a crystal jar. Two months of preserving the fluid with fierce determination. Two months of scars and sores on her arms, fingers, and legs. Two months of preparing herself for the One.
“May the blood bind my wishes to you.”
This spell has to work. I will find my soul mate tonight. Then, I
Similar Books
