Hey!  I was bored one day so I wrote this short little thing based on a little doodle I made during math class.  I had a red pen, so I drew a woman in all red, with red eyes and hair and dress.  It gave me the idea for a story of sorts, and I wrote something short.  Then I wrote a new version today, cause I wanted to post the idea, but I didn’t know where the old story was, and I had some little changes.  But now that I found the old one, I think I like the old one better.  I’m not sure.  Here’s the new one.

Every Girl’s Inner Enchantress

            He stared into the seductive red eyes that had once been an innocent sky blue and ran his fingers slowly through the silky flame-red hair that had been dark as the night sky.  Her lips, which had been laughing and smiling sweetly, were now luscious and red, and curved into a come-hither smirk.  Her womanly curves, which had hidden beneath modest clothes, were now obvious in the tight floor-length red dress.  She was beautiful, and he wanted her.

            She backed away and brought her slender hands up to make him follow.  He did so willingly.  Her bare feet echoed with anticipation on the cold, tiled floor.

            She stopped, and he came so close that their bodies almost touched.  He tilted his head and placed a kiss on those tempting and soft red lips.

            She wrapped her slender arms around his neck and fingered the hair at the base of his neck.  He placed his hands gently on her hips and pulled her closer.  The kiss was getting more and more passionate when she pulled away.

            Her eyes were blue again, and her hair had returned to their midnight shade.  Her modest jeans and sweatshirt were back, and her smile was gone.  She was panting and shaking her head.  But he could still see a fire in her eyes.

            “We can’t.  You know I can’t,” she whispered, her voice strained.

            He nodded.  “I’m sorry.  You’re right.  I just…”

            “Shhh…I know.  I know,” she murmured.

            He gathered her close in his arms and kissed the top of her head.  “I love you.”

            She smiled softly.  “I love you too.  Only one more day.  One more day and we’ll be together forever.”

            He nodded.  He was thinking about the dream image of her as the fiery enchantress.  He wanted her so much that his mind was playing tricks on his eyes.  He wondered if she had seen him differently too.

            The image was stuck in his mind.  He wanted to see his beautiful enchantress again.

            One more day, and he would be lost forever to the inner enchantress of his love.

            For even the most modest and shy girl has a fiery inner enchantress.  And all of them eventually find the man that will bring out that enchantress who will snare him for all eternity.

            But only some have the courage and strength to resist the temptation of ensnaring him before they make their everlasting vows to each other.

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And here’s the old one.

Devil of Lust

She was like an artist's rendition of the devil.  The devil of lust.  She was beautiful, the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.  She had long hair down to her back, and her 19th-century dress was revealing and showed her womanly curves.  Her eyes were dark with lust, and lined with long lashes.  She was tall, almost as tall as I, and she had long, thin hands that reached out for me, beckoning me closer.  Closer to sin. 

I felt like I was in a trance as I walked slowly to her, her sweet, soft voice calling me. 

"Come, my love.  Come to me." 

The distance between us slowly became less and less.  In my heart I knew she was like the devil himself, in a form that would be appealing enough to me to make me sin, but I kept walking.  I couldn't help it.  I just kept walking. 

But then, I heard a voice call out my name.  A voice almost as sweet as the devil woman’s.  But this voice wasn't full of lust.  I almost turned away from the sound, when I noticed the emotion behind the voice.  It wasn't lust, but rather, love. 

I stopped in my tracks.  Who was it?  I had to know.  I turned and started to walk towards the sound of the voice.  I heard the devil woman call to me again.  When I didn't turn back, her voice became deeper and more venomous. 

"COME BACK!!" she screamed. 

I dared to look behind me.  The devil woman was gone, replaced instead by a monster.  The monster was red, like the woman, but he had horns, and his face was no longer a human's face. 

I ran from him.  I heard his pursuing footsteps.  I ran towards the sweet voice.  "Please come back. 

“Please.  You can make it." the girl called to me. 

Flames rushed up all around me, blocking my path.  But then the girl called again, and I saw a path appear before me, leading to her voice.  The cavernous place turned lighter and lighter, and then all of a sudden, I was lying down on a soft feather bed in a brightly lit room.  I recognized the room as my own bedroom at home.  A girl sat next to me.  She whispered my name.  It was the voice of the sweet girl that had saved me.  Who was she? 

Then my memory came back.  She was a family friend, the daughter of a man who lived on the next plantation over.  I had known her all my life, and we were close friends.  I had slowly developed feelings for her.  Then one night, I decided that I could not take it anymore.  I told her.  But then I remember everything going black.  So the devil woman was just a dream. 

But then-why does this sweet girl's face look so much like the devil woman’s face?

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            How were they?  And tell me which one you preferred please.  Thanks!

-Alleyne