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Leela Feliz

Leela Feliz

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~ Contest on The Word May 2009 ~
I sit down with excitement and anticipation. Soft petals of an amber hue open and spread wide to welcome me as I arrive. I give up a piece of myself to reach out and touch you with my words. I know you can feel me somehow. I give you a seed from my imagination and therefore a bit of my soul. I embrace the velvety cool darkness behind the bloom of the page as I see the glimmer of your illuminating words on the horizon. Your words provide the rapturous break of light that I desire to finish this quest of the mind. I don't want to leave here right now.
All I can feel is the moment and all I can breathe are your words. Like drops of dew shimmering in sunshine, lighting my imagination and showing me the path through this literary journey. Sooner or later we must end our journey together and I must return to real life where I am judged by my appearance and then maybe by my thoughts. I just don't want to face that tonight.
I don't want the world to feel my words; I don't think that they'd understand. I am afraid to face those there in real life that may try to hurt me. I just want YOU to know who I am, who I really am, without the pretense of my outer shell. I give you that bit of my soul and hope to share a bit of yours.
So to me “The Word” is a place that accepts me. I can come and go as I please with no commitment or expectations. The essence of all our ideas flow like silken multi colored petals wafting in the creative wind of my mind, igniting my senses and creating an aura of peace from within, so that my light shines brightly for all of you.
Like blades of tall grass softly undulating in the seemingly vast meadow of “The Word,” our pixilated forms bob and weave amongst each other, our personalities intermingling sometimes in sync, sometimes at odds.

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Leela Feliz

Leela Feliz

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~ Continued ~
The sway of life arranges us in small clusters like iris at times, and then alone like a dandelion at others, but ultimately we are bound together as one by our united effort to convey our thoughts and ideas in the most eloquent manner possible.
The unique special people we each are can only improve the atmosphere of our cloistered community, teaching each of us to be patient, tolerant and kind to others, in our field of dreams.
Inspiration John Rzeznik

22-Sep-2009 00:36:45 - Last edited on 26-Sep-2009 22:30:35 by Leela Feliz

Leela Feliz

Leela Feliz

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~ Paccy vs Leela June 2009 ~
- The Rack -
The bonds that bind my limbs to the rack cut into my flesh, leaving the wounds raw and open to infection. I can feel the veins within me shrink as dehydration weakens my being. At times the sun beats down upon me so fierce that if it were not for those torturous bonds, I would wither to the ground and expire.
The bitter cold of the night air takes my breath away, making the memory of the stifling heat bittersweet. Unable to move even enough to shiver, the cold consumes me until it seems death would be heavenly.
“Who are these monsters that hold me captive; can they not see I am dieing?” My only lucid thought.
My consciousness comes to an end. The oblivion of sleep overtakes me, it is but a small reprieve from the ongoing hell I am trapped in.
“Blah…sputter…cough.” The deluge of water startles me awake. I gasp for air, and attempt to stretch my limbs, causing the bonds to cut deeper just to keep from drowning.
My thoughts trail off to the macabre, embracing the darkness of death; it would be so easy to just give in to the thing my captors seem to be after. “Who are they? What do they want?” I would do or say just about anything to avoid this purgatory.
Alas I must hold onto life. I cannot let them win. Even now I can feel the stirrings of life within. My form changing ever so slightly every moment of my continued existence. If only I could escape.
This lifeform within is draining my every last bit of energy, nutrients, and ounce of strength I have left.
The cycle of torture begins again, as it has for so many days. I no longer try to keep track.
My body becomes jaundice as it swells and morphs, and as much as the greedy growth consumes of my soul and essence it is the thought that it might survive that I cling to. If only I can survive long enough to give it life, through the extremes, and my broken spirit. To give it life is my last desire, and only purpose.

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Leela Feliz

Leela Feliz

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~ Continued ~
“Queen Ellamaria, I believe your tomatoes are ready to be picked,” the squire called. “The stems are getting yellow; shall I pluck the tomatoes?”
* We had to write in each others style. This was the most torture I could deal out. :O

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Leela Feliz

Leela Feliz

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~ Contest February 2009 ~
You took
My sharp glistening fangs
My steely grey fur
My aura of fear
My love of the hunt
I wander lifeless now, melancholic in this new air of Spring
You left
A softened bit of fluff
A vulnerable being
A persona of benevolence
A timid reflex to flee
My thoughts are a continuum of adverse elements, it burns
I'll take
Your joy with the force of my hatred
Your warmth with the power of bitterness
Your love with my passion
Your heart with the weapon of my contempt
You will wander lifeless in a miasma of my choosing
You cannot hide
Behind the butterfly
Behind your goodness
Behind the love
Behind the warmth
From my vengeance
I will find you
Your quest will fail
Your will for kindness shall falter
Your heart will grieve
Your climate shall revert to Winter
Your pain and sorrow shall be my salvation
I will give you
The ruination of your land
The return of ice and cold
The strife of your masses
The beginning of Armageddon
The end of your creation
Hear me great Oracle, I shall see the death of Makara, and the starvation of all.
I the cotton tail rabbit, once the great wolf, shall have my vengeance!
For you have ruined my life!
* I am going to rearrgange the stories soon as well.

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Leela Feliz

Leela Feliz

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~ Dinner July 2009 ~
The walls pulsed with the thrum of music. The sound of laughter and happy conversation could be heard just above the din.
A small figure sat on a stool in the corner of the dark cavern of the coatroom. Wrapped in an oversized cloak, head bowed, hands pressed to her ears trying to block out the debilitative “Tick-tick-tick,” of the clock on the wall.
The pounding of footfalls on the step above her only added to her anxiety. The sheen of iridescent sweat glittered on her brow every time the door opened, as another elegant garment was added to the collection hanging along the walls.
She knew the hour grew near. She knew she could not hide here forever. Soon they would surmise her terror if she did not fulfill her commitment. She rose from her perch on the stool, replaced the cloak on its hook, and tip-toed to the door. She eased along the wall, stealthy as a feline.
Peeking into the crowded hall before making a dash toward the front of the ballroom, she grabbed a glass from a passing steward's drink tray. It was filled to the brim with a deep burgundy liquid. She took a draw on the goblet; it didn't really help with her nerves, but gave her the illusion of confidence.
The rich aroma filled her nostrils, the heady liquor made her head spin, the full ballroom lights dazzled her eyes. Her world began to tilt, and just when she thought she would fall to the floor, his arm supported her, whispering in her ear. “Hello m’lady, need an escort?”
Here was her true confidence, here was her love. He had caught her just in time. As he half carried, half led her to the front of the ballroom, he announced.“May I present to you my beautiful wife, and your hostess,Lady Wyrick.”
The applause seemed to echo in her head. Miraculously, she was able to smile and bow, even speak: “ Please, make your way to the dining room. Dinner is served!”

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Leela Feliz

Leela Feliz

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~ Continued ~
Lord Wyrick whispered in his young bride's ear again, “See, they love you as much as I. You are the most beautiful, the most envied woman in the room.”
Suddenly shouting could be heard from the foyer ,“What do you mean Lord and Lady Wyrick are seating their guests?! He is to marry me in the morning!”

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Leela Feliz

Leela Feliz

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~ Desolation August 2009 ~
As I sat alone at my desk wondering how I got there. At the same time knowing why I stayed. If I could manage to stay for the twenty-three hours between our rendezvous, I could bask in your presence yet again.
The magniloquent intones of Mr. Mordaut cut through my reverie and brought me back to the task at hand.
“Now class the word is, Amphiboly" Mr. Mordaut snarled. “Choose the correct answer from the three listed.”
The answer from the adventurer next to me seemed trivial, as my thoughts wandered back to my innate knowledge and passion for you. My thoughts consumed me.
“Tap-tap-tap!” The loud rapping of a ruler on my desk. “Ms. Leela, pay attention!” Mr Mordaut shouted as he turned to the black board.
The voluminous girth of Mr. Mordaut’s rump and tail distract me as I try to extrapolate an answer to an unknown question. “Um,um.” I stutter*****. Mordaut’s pedantic concern for what he teaches makes him impatient. As he leans down to mark a 0 in the book next to my name and tabulate my score he says, “Try again, Leela.”
As he set your thick bound pages down on the edge of my desk. My fingertips stretched out to trace the embossed lettering ARITHMATIC. The synapsis that occured as I caressed your cover made my head spin as the butterflys in my stomach did summersaults.
My own voice echoed in the room. “The next item in the pattern is a pirate hat.”
“Very good, you may exit the room using the door with a blue square” Mr. Mordaut said turning away from me.
In that instant I grabbed you, my beloved arithmetic book, and absconded with you out the door.

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