Last Run

Thread 3, Part 1:

Laurel

Last Run

(there) - Thousands of years ago

Running through the darkness, with three or four of Axspaire's subjects in pursuit, Laurel cursed when she realized that she had turned up a canyon. She had hoped to stick to a ridge line. She wanted to get to higher ground as quickly as possible. She had to get to the forests. But now, she heard the trickling sound of water off to her left as she made her way, her mouth open and gasping for air, her legs burning. She noticed that the terrain to her right had steepened and in the fine light of the moon she caught glimpses of steeps walls of stone not far away.

She could not turn around now though. She knew that Axspaire's subjects were not far behind.

Set Sari

Thread 2, Part 1:

Generator

Set Sari (an ancient folk song)

(there)

Set Sari

Set Sari through the summer and into the fall.

Sari is not moving; she lingers in the wall.

Set Sari through the winter and into the Spring.

Her mouth's filled with stone; you will not hear her scream.

Watch the sun move up overhead, and then again back down

Colors ripen, tease and play then darken black and brown

The moon waxes wide and fills. Then sated, once again wanes thin.

Pouring light upon the market square, she'll never leave again.

Listen to the pendulum blade swing inside the town's clock.

Tapping feet clap cobblestones that echo down the block.

Melodies of voices swell like tides washing to the walls.

And there, sealed in, is Sari unhearing of their calls.

Tap the wall, Love, here, where the moss grows green.

Touch the ashlar tenderly where Sari stands unseen.

For now stone hands hold limbs and hips and press upon her chest.

And now stone hands will disallow Love's whispered breath's caress.

Love, twist your crank, now, uselessly 'til broken is the bore.

Still locked inside the masonry her heart beats forevermore.

Set Sari through the Summer and into the Fall.

Dreaming of antiquities; she lingers in the wall.

Set Sari through the Winter and into the Spring.

Memories fading into stone. You can not hear her scream.

Bondage: The Burden and the Fate

Thread 1, Part 1:

Laysan, The Memoirs of a Lesbian Bondage Love Slave

Bondage: The Burden and the Fate

(here) - recently