Sai Marie Johnson
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A multi-genre author, poet, creative&creator. Resident of Oregon; where the flora, fauna, action & adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit inspire, "Tantalizing, titillating and temptingly twisted" tales.
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Steaming Mirrors
When I was eleven years old my aunt took custody of me, and my older sister. At the time my sister, Maribelle, was thirteen. After a huge blowout argument between another aunt, and her husband my mother decided that it was best if she split up her four children, and it was my Aunt Danah who stepped in to save the day. Aunt Danah lived out in the country, and I remember when we first went to see her asking if all the roads in Tennessee were bright red like the one my Aunt lived on.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Psyche
Sensually Devious...
In August of the year Nineteen Ninety-One a beautiful baby girl was born at precisely Seven Thirty-Seven AM. By all accounts she, like most of the other newborn infants in the hospital had a full life ahead of her, and should have been raised with the belief that being American meant that the world was truly at her fingertips. Her parents named her Marisol Evette Jameson, and she was born to a Hispanic mother, and a Caucasian father. Neither of which were actually married by any definitive means of law, but in the eyes of Marisol's mother they were what would have been considered common law married.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Divinely Denied
Farahilde Ada von Masoch was the youngest of all the fairer, and more elegant young ladies of Limburg, Austria. Born of a scandalous affair between her mother, and a nobleman. She was born out of wedlock, and therefore unable to claim heir ship to anything he possessed, but to her fortunate fate her grandmother was the Baroness of the city. As it were Farahilde was sort of the orphaned Cinderella who by goodwill only barely skid by on being a pauper rather than somewhat proper. Nevertheless it was this lack of pure right to anything that made Farahilde linger more in the shadows than most girls her age. It wasn't that Farahilde was so young she could not be courted, but more so because of her dislike for some of the words others associated with both her, and her family; a subject of rumors that were the lifeblood of these sorts of people. She was stunning truthfully with ruby red lips, and ringlets of silken chestnut brown. They fell like a cascading waterfall over her shoulders, and framed a heart shaped face. She even possessed the pouting lips of a siren, and somehow all she wanted was to find the proper male to kiss them. Like something out of a fairytale as her prince charming descended the next fine twisting staircase.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Selkie Revelation
The fire burned a bright orange reminiscent of fading sunlight leaving a twilight sky. I stared silently into it. My mind far off into the distance as I recollected what had just happened a few hours before. My weekend adventure with my mother had ended in a tragedy, and there was nothing I could do about it. Kieran was dead, and Grandma Adelaide had taken to her room for hours. Completely unexpected, and out of nowhere we had been ambushed by poachers. Mom suspected that they had followed us to the house, and probably waited for the chance to clarify that I was the next princess in line to merge our two clans. I shuddered suddenly. The realization of what had happened was more than I could bear, but I would never forget it. Not as long as I lived.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Traitorous Twin
Deviaun strode through the hallway of the Order in her hand she held a simple leather-bound book with Latin words illegibly written across the top. The Sanguine Queen had a look of sure devious delight playing upon her features. What had she just done? Would the spell be her very undoing? With every step she took down the darkened corridor the echo of her boot-heels reverberated off the damp walls. A flicker of torchlight was all the illumination within the hall. Finally with a pause she twisted her head to the left, and lifting the book quickly she slammed it hard upon the bricks. The resounding smack brought a decadent smile to her lips. They twisted upward like a knife splitting meat to capture the apples of her cheeks. Such a wicked grin only gave more sinister meaning to what she had done, and finally the utterance of the witch’s voice fled free of her decadent pout,
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Nothing New Beneath the Sun
The sun blazed overhead so much that the sand itself seemed to radiate a steamy heat that added to the scorching temperature. Marisol Ramirez had awoken early that morning knowing that the day would soon become a blistering inferno. The heat in the desert of Iran was not like the heat of other deserts. In this place it seemed to cook one alive even beneath the shade of canvas meant to protect the inhabitants from the harmful effects of the sunrays. Dressed in khaki shorts, and a white tank top Marisol looked like the average archaeologist working on an average day dig, but something about this day was different. It was as if the very air itself held a mystical quality that spoke of the strange outcome the afternoon would unveil. The crew had been working the dig for two months already, and so far they had come across several different relics, but nothing extremely fascinating.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Unexpected Goddess
𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 The weight of her tiny bare feet as they motioned over the battlefield of debris that laid outstretched before the grimy-looking wretch who came to stand at the edge of the burning cabin was the only sound. Hours had passed, how many the girl could not say but enough that the fray that had demolished her home and the echoes of her grandmother's screams as she burned within could by now become so seared into Eulalia's memory that she almost thought she could hear it even now. An acrid stench wafted through the air but nothing remained. The bits of steam that now lifted from the earth were the only signs of the inferno that had engulfed the cabin in an instant.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
What I've Learned as the Mother of Two Terminally Ill Sons
I had considered not sharing this here but it has dawned on me that some personal stories are meant to be shared. This particular story is very hard for me I won't deny that but I feel that the journey I've been on is important to share for those who may be in similar situations.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Motivation
Controversy of a Catfish
As I sit to write this it’s a composition I am not quite sure where to start. From the top? From the fruit of my love for someone I met over a decade ago who has since gone on to become the kind of human I can’t help but respect and wish more than anything could be able to love in the way that he deserves? It’s hard to say where I should start and I don’t really want to name anyone in particular while I talk about this so I am going to use initials for each person. For myself I will use ‘S’ and for the REAL person I have had feelings for after so long I will use ‘RJ’ for the CATFISH I will use ‘CJ’
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Psyche
Things that Confuse a Narcissist
It would seem that lately a few keywords and experiences keep arising to remind me about the importance of maintaining my own mental health so that I can continue to achieve the goals I have set in place for myself. Recently, I came across a posting that made me think as I have battled many narcissists in my life, and have even been accused of being one despite actually being a Heyoka empath.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Psyche
The Five I Wills of Satan
"For you have said in your heart: 'I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will also sit on the mount of the congregation on the farthest sides of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, and I will be like the Most High.' " ~Isaiah 14:13–14
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Farahilde's Fantasy
Farahilde Ada von Masoch was the youngest of all the fairer, and more elegant young ladies of Limburg, Austria. Born of a scandalous affair between her mother, and a nobleman. She was born out of wedlock, and therefore unable to claim heir ship to anything he possessed, but to her fortunate fate her grandmother was the Baroness of the city. As it were Farahilde was sort of the orphaned Cinderella who by goodwill only barely skid by on being a pauper rather than somewhat proper. Nevertheless it was this lack of pure right to anything that made Farahilde linger more in the shadows than most girls her age. It wasn't that Farahilde was so young she could not be dated, but more so because of her dislike for some of the words others associated with both her, and her family; a subject of rumors that were the lifeblood of these sorts of people. She was stunning truthfully with ruby red lips, and ringlets of silken chestnut brown. They fell like a cascading waterfall over her shoulders, and framed a heart shaped face. She even possessed the pouting lips of a siren, and somehow all she wanted was to find the proper male to kiss them. Like something out of a fairytale as her prince charming descended the next fine twisting staircase.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
