Author F Davis Unuvar
A Few Sunny Days Of Romance.
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A FEW SUNNY DAYS OF ROMANCE / F. DAVİS UNUVAR
For international readers, this book will be available in Amazon Kindle direct publishing soon.
It’s been a while since I put a pen into paper, a dark phase I declare, without writing or editing, these latest months were the defeat of my life. The more I pushed myself towards what made me happy, the further I found my ships sailing into storms I feared with all my senses and delusions. My sole prayer was the one I managed to say as I kept my head above water. ‘This too shall pass’ I murmured. Though I shouldn’t count my awareness as a grand victory, I am still fighting monsters and demons every day, still searching for a flicker of hope, the hope of beating the deformed image of me, pathetic fears I am too ashamed to confess, I never wanted help, couldn’t. I just know, it’s all in my head, and I will be the one to slaughter the disease; I will feast on my illusions and find a way out, strong, bright, and wise.
Therefore, I’m pleased today, more than many passing days; I’m proud and delighted to share the first chapter of Seven Lives, my first published book, translated into Russian, in which it was supposed to be baptized and blossom. This achievement wouldn’t have happened without the beautiful heart and soul, Kate Everett. The amazing friend, a wonderful translator, represents kindness and hopes I shall always remember and cherish, reminding me of all the goodness I’m longing to find. Because of Kate, I finally have a Russian romance in Russian words!
I awoke in the morning and had a good stretch, from a night of exceptional rest. In a few hours, I was expected to be at my desk pounding away at the keys of my laptop, being the model employee that I was hired to be. As I lay there dreading getting out of the […]
My Soul To Take
NYCTOPHILIA (SLAYER)
STORY VIII
VIVALDI 21ST
By Fatima Davis Unuvar
“without him”… I whispered to my Venetian mirror, a phantom I wish I couldn’t see, of you kissing my cheek, and I would blush, covering my face in your heated chest, happier in that dream as I thought I heard you breathe, deep into my hair, down you move, cuddling the side of my neck, warm and wet I feel your cherry lips, tattooing your taste under my skin, “without him!” I louder command, “kiss me harder”, now I see his enchanting face, majestic reflection in my glowing Venetian eyes, “a taste I crave, of me on the tip of your tongue and around your ruby lips”, I lowered my voice, watching him as he (exactly) doing what I command!
My shivering limbs are begging me to leave, a syndrome of you I greed, since the day I (into the north) chased after the pale sun, among the thorns of your heartless freeze, I constantly walk, my bleeding knees (in time will heal) and this trip is larger than my thoughts,
onto that fragile expectation I lean, thousands of miles you’re so far, nevertheless! Nevertheless! I let you in, storming into my heart, fetching love through my parched veins.
Then I’d call that sweet pain,
Vivaldi, an Aria I am, of impossible aspirations and bleak dawns I am composed. haven’t you heard? Vivaldi; I am diseased, a Nyctophiliac Heart I hold, within my broken ribs, (music), I’m dying to end, before I recall that golden face, a lifetime ago and today, a reflection on my Venetian mirror of that sultry picture of you, Vivaldi, my profound muse.
That place I could never reach, like the clock hands, endlessly, running just about times, you and I, had a moment in the chaos of my life, we danced, for a violin I pray, drawing us back again, La Follia Vivaldi! My ears are fetching the beat, on your chest I lean my blushing cheeks, and when you run your palm through the side of my neck, hymns I hear, shivering -through my spine- then I freeze, pulling back, away from the magic I fear, I know this spell, I cast these false hopes in one of my bleak dawns, now that another hymn I hear, mourning my death, once I broke into your white lands, Vivaldi, I decided to take a powder, away from the 21st century’s manipulative falsification, and centuries I traveled back in time, heading to the same old road, a road that has been drifted, like all my other cardinal roads, Vivaldi, alas! I’m Taking the fortuitous long road to hell, paving it with my good intentions, into a mirage oasis I am joggling! Breathless you left me, “a moment we shared in the 21st that’s all!” you reminded me, brittlely gazing into my hopeful eyes.
Brittle bones I firmly clasp, round thy heart and thine soul, and we both know, this is never what I was looking for, gushing around the clock, heavily loaded, with fears and hopes, slowing my pace, drained, hanging on, for I know (for sure) that you’re coming back, like the clock hand, and an icy moment I starve for, with you is an endless loop.
Vivaldi, I’ve finally seen the untold, like time we are, dateless, firm, squirting around dreams, from the fate we live through, dreams that are likely to turn into nightmares once -in happiness- we believe, yet ever since I tangled my eyes in yours, I locked my heart in the same old cells, staring through the empty tall walls, it’s stinging me, a heartbeat is hitting on my ancient walls, this woman finds charms beyond your perfume and abs, passion for you, yearning for your looks, yet it takes her no further than bed, if they’re not accompanied with a philosopher’s sight! Vivaldi in my heart, to the 19th century there’s no going back, hateful I am, cursing you for loving me when it’s not our time.
The End
Nyctophilia Slayer series
Fortitude
by Fatima Davis Unuvar
“Repentance is your conscious, your sins are defined relatively, and salvation is the classic title of your inner peace” I swear to the Lord, I recited my thoughts, thousands of times, into my knees, I fall, red I perpetually read, I fear, of every word I say, wrath is sailing into my calm shores, paranoia reshaped my cagey heart. Since he captured my kindness, my days have shortened, my nights are here to last, in fear I live, five years of abuse, of an unconditional adore, of trust I laid in his heart, and lust for his enchanting manhood.
Yet doubt is consuming his possessive core, haunting for my falseness, “you’re leaving, you’re too good to be true!” he mumbles, he weeps, wasted like every damn night, and I fear the night with him, I despise the light without him, forcing myself to an endless sleep away from his insulting looks, his thunderous baleful voice, and whenever I wish to end me, he storms, into my chamber, he begs, numbing my melancholic felo-de-se being, for affection I starve, to his firm touch and sweet taste I trip, deep for his carnal love I burn out, I die, “bury me in your chest”, I say, “lets make love forever, I’m no good out of this bed…” I sigh, he rubs my shivering lips, his honeyed fingers I taste, he wrecks my walls, chains he places on both my wrists, prisoning me in his sultry world, and I am worshipping a hangman, I rise for him, and I fall, letting him deep into my deserted forlornness, a mighty body of fire, I wrap my legs around, closer, I pull him, let him be me, and let me be him, stealing time from my own life, losing my fears, my tears, under him I heal, only for a night I fly, forcing life into my dejected ghost, warm, running deep inside, mysterious milk I crave to taste, awakening me, from the dead I reborn, peace I seek no more, seducing him for more, and I won’t stop, until he fills me with certainty, if only I could have it for eternity, I’d fight for him, I know he’s with me, alas! He’s just a fool, of hate he’s made, harshly criticizing my innocence, “naive!” he yells every time I show mercy, wishing to vanquish my hopes, of him to be a better man….
I wait till he sleeps, over my bare chest he lies, I watch his calmness, one last time, I bid him goodbye, silently I confess, of amour, now that I grew out of love, only him I will always remember, broke me, forever I am defected, and when he’s awake, on an empty bed he might recall my promises, would never get to watch me walking out on him, putting off his loads, his accusations will come true, I am fleeing his hasty world, out among the forest I drive, free and happy like I used to be before we met, again, I could smile without being judged, I turn my favorite record on, I go faster, wilder, away from his sickened mind…
“ever crossed your mind that my silence is an omen sign? my false eyes will haunt for a better man, of a noble soul unlike yours, my unfaithful heart would beat for him, away from your fucking stone-cold core, I would surrender for him, under him, secretly I’ll scream your name, and you’d never get to watch me when I come for you!
Yours… unfaithfully”
he reads the words, a letter she left, thousands of times he recites his thoughts, now (red) he reads, he sees, now he knows, she left him for real, she isn’t scared anymore, his thunderous voice won’t bother her endless nights, she’s sacred no more, was his virtue and fortitude, a wise man once said, falseness in your heart, falseness in your world, he weeps, crying her name, wasted like every damn night.
The End
Apathetic Loneliness
Story VI
ancient roots of different identities and many faces have initiated the recent renaissance of individualism; I sensed a massing into a trail of modern private thoughts long before, for a traveler I was, back to the golden age of free thinking and illuminated minds, I’m the beholder of suppression, execution I recall, of self esteem as a crime, against stern social values I secretly marched, to which I quenched not a few but many of revolutionary theories; theories of life, faith, death and human supreme that would likely have erased the entire history of human values if were spoken aloud.
centuries of silence have passed, pleasing a wretched common sense, I am reaching a state of apathy, seeking peace over adventure, polishing illusions with hopes of a better existence after death, perhaps another dimension, new rules, and ultimate freedom, I was and still and will remain a free thinker, I remember the day I died, it wasn’t the first life I left behind, tired of wandering the shades of change, for finally, fate settled me in a state of mind, hasty and sharp I used to be, running across the dimension of existence, once a knight, once a philosopher and once a queen.
This time, I hardly felt the process before I fell asleep, deep and far…
Much lighter I feel now, my sight is clear, I am the author of my ending, I chose to rest in peace, in an endless land I sleep, my home is of glass, my clothes of silk, bare feet for no harm I receive, a place I know nothing about, not even mentioned in a legendary book, or a supernatural epic!
And when the bright sun leaves, I fear, the dark space keeps me indoors, I lock my cell and read, stories I once wrote about heaven and joy, of love lies and falsification, I fell from grace, I thought I once possessed back when I was ‘alive’, and I know now, my loneliness is incurable, endless and unleashed like my world, I sighed, this is when I set the flashbacks free, of new memories, trail to seize, once I heard his voice, from the back of my head he calls, I lit a candle and summoned the phantom to whom I dedicate my darkness and joy, it is very presentable, possible in a world I own and rule, standing at the door of my dreams, mute I stay like every time we meet, he smiled, approached my desk; he reads:
“I’m down to whatever the demon in you command,
Cardinal sins I commit, renew and redo,
I am the heathen queen of your crimes,
Touch me, possess me, burn my remorse with fire I already consumed,
Morals I need no more, for the demon in you I kneel, a believer in your majestic phantom I plea…”
I raised my timid looks, fear of rejection broke my soul, for his face is all I need in an empty savage world, yet it was only me, all alone, me and hallucinations of a man I never had and will never have, apathetic death I faced and embraced, but his absence has filled me with pain I’ve never experienced before, of weakness power I obtain, of imagination I create a new world where I and his phantom could relate, and I know how stray we are, illusions I keep without his grace to survive, I summoned him from all my heart, a flame to light my dullness and warm my cold apathetic loneliness.
The End
Story V
Byzantine Dreams
Thirty nights have passed, I’ve never talked to a soul about it, I wouldn’t dare to. So in love with my own creation, too scared of mislaying my intuition, I am losing sleep, deeply enthusiastic to every sensation I creep,
A Chollima I ride, a winged black horse is my arch aspiration, soaring the sky of the mighty stars, they fear me, I am the sound of the ancestors, louder than the greatest horn, the grace of the charming Europa, and the sharpness of Ares himself, holding the spear of war, and the crucifix of salvation is always before my all-knowing grey eyes… I am the female knight in a land of masculine myth.
A dream I had, for the last recent thirty nights, I had a vision of a silvery moon, ends with the breaking beams, and I rise, from the dead (I wish to remain) I emerge, and I walk, sweeping the fairy dust of my feet, this is so real, my heart is still pounding for his whickering breath, and the whistling wind is wrecking my tall walls, rocking the dull freezing windows I always keep closed, wailing arise!
And so I did, into the airy land I marched, gave full rein to my instincts, my windy path plays my long silky hair, and I love the music it makes, this is how I reach out and touch my dreams, my feet will take me where the prophecies of truth speak, and I must be alone, they chose my isolation, my distant heart talks no faults, objective I remain, my invincible arsenal awaits for my epic attack, there, I see it right before my eyes, fading, every step forward is the wrecking of another castle I spent a lifetime to sustain!
They captured my thoughts, I widened my blinded eyes, chains restricting my typing hands, “who are you!” I thought I cast a declaration. Alas! It was only a hope, my words are choking, suffocating… my soul is demising, they have my voice, faceless they are, stitching their deformed mouths!
Hissing I hear, in the darkness I picture their defected hearts! And I reached my end, I thought, in hell, I spent a decade hoping to diminish its terror, “I’ve been here since the very beginning… I made this place!”
Trying to flee, I warned them simultaneously, yet my limbs are frozen and paralyzed in a blaze of indifference and ice hearts…
“a mad girl on fire!” I whispered to myself, surrounded by the grim I once created…
“You know this is my home, I despise where I was born! You think I’m back, huh… my falcon heart is soaring in the seventh sky! Oh my own demons, I already buried you the day you summoned my satanic whispers …”
I know…. they’ll keep me here for good, I weep my sorrows, I see my sins in their faceless forms, I hear my filthy secrets in the hissing wind, and I prayed, to the one god I know, I begged for my life, for I changed, my heart is of a fearless honored knight, my soul is blessed by wisdom , he believes in me, I saw a light! The freeze is departing my land, and I revived, in my bed I lie, feeling the rays of the greatest star, tickling my surviving eyes…
“morning beautiful” I felt your warm hands on me, running your fingers along my arms and down my middle, spreading a living flame of the life I fought for, the one I begged the lord to have, resurrecting me,
from the ashes of desperation I reborn, my blood is watering my dying cells, my nerves are preserving my fragile corpse, “don’t ever leave me again!”
I seized his piercing eyes, feasting my sultry form…. he kissed my forehead and hugged the fearful me, chains he once placed around my fists are turned into petals; white and yellow in color, the stitches in his faceless form dunked deep, forming a (mystery) face, I adore…
“I won’t! you’re everything I dreamt to have…” his hissing voice I miss, I fear and I won’t survive without his wicked romance.
Day 31 is a conclusion to my illusions, now I see what I’ve never conceived, I’ve learned how precious life is, how simple love is, how lust can profoundly move the world into the right direction or simply ruin the universe…
Sweet Dreams of him, a winged black horse I ride, soaring the skies, of glory I rise, a conqueror I adore, breathing into his fairy heart, fulfilling his dreams, nightmares of losing him are captivating my heart, and I will surrender to his conviction, for he is the hymn of my joy, the bell that tolls for my demolition, Byzantine dreams I’ve never seen, into days of a voluptuous life we sleep.
The end
Nyctophilia (Slayer)
God Loves Sex
Story IV
This is the intrinsic queerness of creation, (lust), as it’s effortless and bewitching, stark and impetuous, the resident and the limitless power to write the history of kingdoms, generates within human greed to seek immortality, breeding heirs on Earth, a mysterious urge of unification, is the justification of every remarkable change in the world.
He was a prophet of a profound creed; and she was the alluring virgin of the profanes, an image of her swaying by the holy music on his head, has him questioning every virtue he pledged for, and what’s worse than a sin? Definitely fantasizing it, (enhancing the forbidden), “Oh Lord!” he cried, fell to his knees before the holy light of the sacred temple, he knows deep in his heart that he’s not praying for forgiveness, but rather seeking a blessing for what he’s about to commit!
Like Romeo himself, he is used to wandering the Eden of her castle, by the dawn of every new day, he finds himself desperately lamenting his lavish lust for her, no woman could make him forget, no beauty is compared to her charms, an unreadable smile she draws on her bleak and doleful face; every time her rapture blue eyes meets his soft but fearless brown eyes.
He would sacrifice his life for her, visualizing a dismal universe without her, gazing aimlessly through a gloomy land where she used to be, a flashback he recalls, of him, staring at her amazing shape, her sunrise gold hair floating, her nude figure swimming in the hidden rivers of his lands, surrendering to his generous fortunes, converting to him, deserting her roots, her ethics, embracing the religion of one man, giving her virtue for the sake of love.
She loves him, in the memory of time and the present of the unforeseen; no matter what he stands for, or where he comes from, she loves his words, his wisdom, she loves God, the one she never believed in before she met his messenger on her secular Eden.
Suddenly, she broke under the shivers of sadness, realizing how lonely she is without him, he must know, she thought, rushed to the holy temple of God, and approached the prophet, she sat beside him, he was praying didn’t hear her coming, yet her majestic presence filled his heart with a divine euphoria, widely opened his eyes to the angel he dreamt about, her almond-shaped eyes are full of tears, glittering blue diamonds, begging him, her bright tender face is beaming of happiness, she put her hand on his shoulder, waiting for an approval, mesmerized by her divinity, the prophet thought…
God answered his plea, she is real! Honest and faithful to his affections, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and gently pulled her closer, breathing her heavenly scent, locked her gaze into his, then kissed her ruby pouting lips, he dreamt of her taste, syrup sweet lips.
“I give you my heart, for you’re the only home I long for,” she whispered to him, her soothing voice declared the date of his birth, the beginning of a new era, an appealing faith they share, of God’s light they were both created, in a temple of light,
they witnessed the birth of an eternal love, she is honest as God has promised him, giving herself to the greatest man on Earth, her virtue is so precocious, and he deserves all her tears and her trust, he was just like her dreams of him, tender, passionate, caring, firm and powerful, God has enlightened her to reach for him, she saved herself for the one who cherishes her soul, every touch leaves a pleasing sensation of a lifetime, every kiss is channeling her kernel of lust, overwhelming him with her radiant beauty, he couldn’t close his eyes, watching her is the only view to satisfy his libido, empowers his heart with flames only her fairness can contain, and when she gets all of him, when he waters her desert and turns it into a garden of exotic happiness, she will keep him, save his soul in hers, lock him in her heaven until death they part….
“marry me, burn my darkness, lead me to your promised Eden, stay with me and be mine,” he begged, his cheek on her cheek, both grateful for the day they met, for the dreams they accomplished, for the Lord, who entwined their hearts in a holy temple of life.
The End
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Story III
Jackpot
In a heartbeat, she played a song of passion, body moves by the divinity of Venus, a queen of temptation if only she knows how desperate I am, how low I feel once I remember him, but love is a compulsive trigger of vice, and she was born to be adored.
She is the most alluring creature on Earth, hypnotizing my fucked up sanity with every move, wishing to embrace those curves, loving her tender bosom, steely-eyed, empowering my vulnerable heart, but what if she never sees me, what would I do to convince her hazy day to immerse in my wickedness?
I tend to over think the concept of falling in love, identifying love, plotting the evolving of an attraction, moving smoothly from sensuality to an emotional range of mental acceptance, ending with a blessing from my whole psychic and that’s how I feel with him, a woman I am, I love him with prestige.
And now that I am here, let me confess my sins, for I had to leave him at your holy altar, for you, I had to sail high through the clouds to reach your heart, I burnt my returning boats and sentenced my heart to an ageless prison of a hasty addiction.
Desire to feel your heat on my skin, a plea to hear your heart racing, until you can’t catch your breath, begging for my tender touch, and once you lose control, I will be the one to take you up through the path of felicity, fly with you, till you reach the core of love, I promise to cherish you the way you deserve, secure your madness, satisfy your longing for the essential, no more planning, no steps to follow, or metaphors to consider, your passion is my torch in the darkest nights of uncertainness.
I followed you that night, and you knew I was right there, I still remember your beaming smile in the dark.
“you’re so cold, you’ve never been with a woman before.” she stared into my watery blue eyes, generously, her sensitive brown eyes invited me, pleading my ardent heart, she took her bra off, she leaned on bed,
Since then, all I can see is an angel to save my agitated soul, I placed my shivering hands on her hips and climbed to bed, acknowledging the fact that she’s under me, ready for me, fantasizing the joy she’s bringing to my heart, while I’m actually obtaining that happiness! I reached to her neck, but she cupped my jaw and kissed my silky red lips, exploring my heated body, moving her soft hands upward to my b cup bosom, and feeling my pumping heart, I pulled her to me, tied her hands over her head, and ordered her “don’t rush! We’ll take it slow…”
“I’m all yours” she smiled in the dark, she surrendered, rewarding my enthusiasm, tearing my thirst to her love juice, sipping her honey pot, her heart of creation, Jackpot!
a precious reward I’ve been waiting for since ever, love is a genuine peak, from the heart of a woman.
The End
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