Anniah

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 Draytonous and the Adventure of Plandoria

written by Anniah

 Hello and how are you doing on this fine summer day! My name is Anniah and I wish to take on a wild ride into the world of my mind. I promise all it will not hurt you, it will cost you nothing and when you return from this trip, I promise you will feel refreshed. Please allow me to be your guide into this new dimensional playground. Come we shall begin.

 Sir, there are a few things I must do to prepare you for your journey into my world. Since I know you are at your office, please do the following: Please call your secretary and ask her to hold all your calls. Then please push all your work to one side of your hand crafted cherry desk. Now please shut the blinds to your office so they will not allow any light to enter and finally please Sir shut the over head light off in your office.

  As you feel your way back to your chair, you manage to bump into one of the art deco painting hanging so perfectly on the wall of your office. You make it back to your chair and lay back. You fold your legs in a manly way, and place both your nicely defined muscular arms on the arm rest. You then begin to clear your mind of all that has happened that day since you awoke. Sir you are now ready to make the journey from your world to that of mine.

Please let my soft sexy voice begin to take you on your journey into my world. As I begin to whisper in your left ear, (My world is a place that lies deep within the mind of its master. It is a place that is fueled by the powers of your imagination. A place where you wildest dreams can come true or your worst nightmares can come alive. My world is during a time when only the mightiest of men became kings, having only the weakest of men for his loyal subjects. It is a time where the Gods and Goddesses would come down from the great heavens above and fight on the side of the mortals. It is a time where heroes were forged from the ultimate battles of good verses evil) and massage your strongly defined broad shoulders.

You body begins to show the signs of entering into that deep state of blissfulness for the rise and fall of your chiseled chest muscles have slowed. You are now entrusting me with the powers of your imagination and beginning to make the transformation from your world of that of mine. Please do not be alarmed for you are safe, you may experience some moments of bright lights followed by periods of darkness but you are almost to the door of my realm. You feel no different as you slowly begin to make the transition.

The first sense to come alive after such a state of blissfulness is sense of smell for there is a light hint of jasmine that is tickling your nose. You can feel the warmth of the sun on your face as your body becomes more and more alive. As you slowly begin to open your beautiful eyes which are as green as emeralds, your vision is very blurry. The bright light of the sun is blinding to your eyes so you lay still and gather your thoughts. As you body becomes oriented, full of energy, curiosity and slight of fear of the unknown, you awake eyes fully open.

to be continued>>>>>>work in progress.

They Did Their Share

On Veteran’s Day we honor
Soldiers who protect our nation.
For their service as our warriors,
They deserve our admiration.

Some of them were drafted;
Some were volunteers;
For some it was just yesterday;
For some it’s been many years;

In the jungle or the desert,
On land or on the sea,
They did whatever was assigned
To produce a victory.

Some came back; some didn’t.
They defended us everywhere.
Some saw combat; some rode a desk;
All of them did their share.

No matter what the duty,
For low pay and little glory,
These soldiers gave up normal lives,
For duties mundane and gory.

Let every veteran be honored;
Don’t let politics get in the way.
Without them, freedom would have died;
What they did, we can’t repay.

We owe so much to them,
Who kept us safe from terror,
So when we see a uniform,
Let’s say "thank you" to every wearer.

By J F