Carcosa Poem Novels & Stories

The part I refused to become. Because if I let go... None of them would walk away. And Carson knew it. But still—he pushed. “Then come and take her,” he growled. Carson dropped from the porch like a stone flung from a catapult—half-shifted, claws out, eyes blazing with gold fire. I met him halfway. We collided with the weight of war.

Even if it would only be brief, she felt a pang of sadness that they weren’t able to spend more time together in their small bubble of bliss. Cara sat there for a while, her thoughts running wild. Her focus was on the horizon and the beautiful sunkissed colours that painted the sky like a canvas. The clouds drifted by like floating travellers journeying ahead. The breeze turned to a chilled wind that clung to Cara's arms. She shivered as the hairs on her arms lifted gracefully causing goosebumps to surface. Resigning from the bench, Cara picked herself up. She sighed gently, releasing her worries into the air and letting it drift away.

“Don’t you have your desire? That ultimate wish that you wanted to fulfill?” Carlos smile even more widely, looking at her with that insane look that he is thinking about her. Yet, he immediately took it back and then giggle, whispering to himself. “Just why do I have to think about unnecessary things? For you and your very core is the perfect manifestation of every sin.” He understands her, knew her, and almost that Beatrice is kind of having that proud moment towards him. “Right. I am more than sure that you do is one of the perfect pieces that I could ever get.”

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

Just like the woman who was currently fucking with my schedule, my investors, and my image—without even realizing what it cost to move these kinds of pieces through foreign territory. “Put it on the boat,” I said, waving them off. “Now.” They scrambled. The crate disappeared into a chain of hands. I watched them for a while, mind buzzing. Cara knew how to draw attention. That had always been her strength—and her weakness. She was beautiful, defiant, and reckless with fire she didn’t know she was holding. And she was mine. Not in a way she understood yet. But she would. I walked outside, into the harsh glare of midday sun bouncing off shipping containers. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I check

reply came as a small sigh. "Want to tell me what got you acting like you just escaped from a desert?" Despite myself, that earned a chuckle from me. But still, I said nothing, I just settled myself on one of the chairs, with Carla doing the same. "I don't know." Those were the truest words I'd uttered all night. "It's all just so weird. You won't understand," I finished with a dismissive smile. "Sweetie, if I could understand that poem you wrote me when you were seven, I'm pretty sure I can understand anything else." "You told me you loved that poem. You said it had a pure message," I said, holding my chest in mock-hurt, staring at her through accusing eyes. A sly grin found it's wa

Then Cara stood up. Her eyes still closed. “She’s here,” she said in a voice too calm. The salt line cracked. The air thickened like fog inside their lungs. Then— A whisper, so sharp it cut. “My name was given in grief.” “My silence was bought in blood.” The shadows pooled together, rising into the shape of a woman—faceless, mouth sealed in a raw, stitched scar. Her presence distorted the air around her. She towered over the salt ring. Yvette grabbed Cara and pulled her back.

I still can’t believe I am sitting here drinking Carson Cavanaugh’s beer. **** Carson She’s too good to be true. Her sexy dimples lure me closer. Her conversation keeps me entertained, and her genuine love of music seals the deal. I definitely need to spend time with this goddess. Words flow, finally set free after a year of captivity, buried somewhere deep inside me I could not access. But now, with her beside me, word after word flows through my mind. ball of yarn, unbinds me, laughter crumbles my walls, come undone, unravel me, you’re the only one

My mind brushed off the thought. It was probably someone I had not met yet. Ivan, the back of my mind insisted. "Ah...so there is one who has claimed your soul. It will only be a matter of time before he claims your heart then your body. And this time you will run to me saying 'Kogo! You were right!'." She flipped the next card. The chariot. Awe was clear on her slightly wrinkled face. " The chariot. You are on a journey. New world's await you, Cara."

If anything, it was probably going to leave me with even more questions than I already had. We stepped outside, and there it was, a sleek, black sports car waiting under the dimming light. The window of another car rolled down, and there were Cassio and Cara, completely lost in each other, making out like nothing else in the world existed. No shame. No hesitation. Just them, tangled together, careless and loud in their affection. I couldn’t help the small breath that escaped me.