writing_lottie @ 2010-12-30T11:34:00

2006-11-30T11:35:19Z

writing_lottie @ 2006-06-12T14:27:00

2006-06-12T13:28:04Z

I wrote this for my friends wedding in September. I will be reading it at the ceremony. EEK!

From the Sonnets of Shakespeare, to Wildien plays
love is our favourite theme.
Sweet stories of romance that light up our days
And give us the sweetest of dreams.

Sculptures and paintings, poems and art
Love is the soul of creation
Jane Austen’s, Darcy stole many a heart
Of women of all generations.

Roses are red, and violets are blue
Cupids arrow and St Valentine
Symbols of love, that have always stayed true
From the very beginnings of time.

At the marriage of friends, filled with love with laughter
Andy and Jen, and their happy ever after.

writing_lottie @ 2006-03-28T09:52:00

2006-03-28T08:52:36Z

A Porno Solution

I do not get the horn from internet porn.
But my boyfriend observes every day.
He downloads it for hours, hard tits, golden showers
“Its all free so there’s no need to pay!”

But I have to suffer, I’m his friend not his lover
That pleasure is reserved for his hand.
Nicolette undercover, so much sex to discover
Lose yourself in the Internet land.

My only solution to this porno pollution
Is to join em and play at their game.
I’ll set up my site, give my boyfriend a fright
When he sees me in porno land fame.

He can download my titties and the rest of my pretties
And finally see I exist.
I’ll be a bad college hussy, I’m really not fussy
Once he see’s me how will he resist.

Charlotte Scadeng © April 2005

He Came from an Island

2006-03-07T10:09:14Z

Also published on http://www.internetfiction.co.uk/shortstories/hecame.htm

He came from an island. A small rock in the middle of the ocean. It was an angry ocean filled with the emotions of the community. Every birth and death witnessed by its watery enclosures.

He left his island for more tranquil settings. He craved to be unknown.

We met and I fell in love with my man and his island and he promised to take me there one day.

As we arrived at the bottom of a cliff on a small boat I looked up and saw a beautiful house perched amongst grey rock and green shrubs. There was a large window and inside I saw an even larger dog wagging his tail in anticipation of our arrival.

We left the boat and walked slowly up the cliff side path. It was almost vertical in its difficulty and took my breath further away from me with every step. As we approached the door I could see his home, his life and loved him even more. I started to understand his determination.

The door opened and I was greeted by a woman, his mother. She was short with pretty grey hair and wore an apron. The house had the welcoming aroma of freshly cooked suppers and a well loved family. I felt very at home.

There were more pets besides the large dog. Two cats with vast amounts of fur that hid their big blue eyes came bounding out of a room at the back. Their tails wagging and mouths smiling as they pounced on us and started licking. It felt good to be in this house at the top of the cliff. I felt safe and started to understand the draw of this island.

The day passed and the night drew near. I heard stories of childhood adventures amongst the rocks, broken ankles and scuffed knees. Photographs of fun packed days on the water. But there was more to this island. Something that upset my love. Something he wanted to get away from. He was afraid.

That night we held each other as we slept. I could hear the sea crashing against the rock at the base as I drifted off into the dream land.

But as I opened my eyes to my subconscious I felt lost. I was in a place I had never experienced before. I was standing at the base of a pile of large dark grey rocks. There were people scurrying up the rocks. I tried to see what was up there by stepping back but then I fell. I was in the water. I could see a woman. She had dark hair and a pretty face. But she was not my friend. I called out to her but she wouldn’t help me. I was drowning. But then a hand which seemed to come from the sky pulled me from my watery blanket and lifted me back onto the rocks. “Charlotte”, the familiar voice said. “Charlotte, wake up”.

I turned and saw him lying there next to me. I was still in his arms and I suspected I had been in his dreams too.

This place held wonderful memories for him. But he always knew there was more. He used to dream of leaving this island, this prison of rocks and people. He believed there was a life outside this one. One that would understand him and accept him. But there was a woman, a girl. She would not let him leave. She made him stay. She was ill and said she needed him. He felt trapped. She lives on this island and he’s afraid she will never let him go. That is why he never returns.

We spent a wonderful day in each others company. I was falling in love even more. I wanted to see more of this island and its people. So we ventured out from the cliff and visited the town.

We strolled slowly along the ocean pathway stopping to watch people playing on the pebble beaches and dogs running in and out of the waves. It felt tranquil. Locals waved as we passed them by, recognising the old inhabitant who used to share their island.

As we approached the town the wind began to pick up. The wash of the sea whitened as it hit against the rock face.

We climbed some steps leading to the street and visited an old coffee shop. There was a barrel outside filled with fake coffee beans and a sign – Luigi’s Espresso. The shop was painted a bright yellow. It was dark inside. The light complemented the dark wooden tables and standard chequered table cloths. As we browsed the menu a voice entered out space. Unrecognisable to me but frighteningly recognisable to my islander. He jumped up and turned to see a woman, a girl dressed in a waitress uniform holding a notepad and pen. “Hello there”, she said again with a faint smile. He was not pleased to see her. He hoped we would never meet. She turned to me and shouted. Her obvious anger startled me and I ran from the shop. I think he believed that her obsession would pass and she would leave him to get on with his life. But seeing him with another woman was too much and the old feelings came rushing back to her with surprised vengeance.

I waited by the cliff pathway so they could talk. But as I turned to face the little yellow coffee shop I saw her running towards me. She looked like a woman possessed. Possessed with the love of my man. I didn’t know where to turn so I just stood there, unaware of the danger such emotion can evoke.

Her arms reached out and she pushed me. I felt my body hit the rocks as I tumbled down the side of his island. There was no pain except for the pain in my heart and his. She had won. She would never let him go. He left that Island for something more and he found it in me and the life we shared so perfectly together. But that ended the moment I hit the bottom of the cliffs and was tossed into the ocean. Everything we had ever wanted had been shattered in a moment of violence and revenge. He was trapped and alone once again on that prison of rocks and people. Leaving would be pointless.

Charlotte Scadeng 2005 ©