Blackness Takes Over & Blackness Awaits

Blackness Takes Over & Blackness Awaits Copyright © 2013 Norma Jeanne Karlsson

Published by It’s Publishing

Blackness Takes Over Edited by BubbleCow

Blackness Awaits Edited by Progressive Edits

Cover Design and Layout by

Ellie Bockert Augsburger

Creative Digital Studios

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Cover Image Copyright © George Mayer/Dollar Photo Club

Nude woman with silver make-up

Blackness Takes Over

ISBN e-book: 978-0-9911873-0-0

Blackness Awaits

ISBN e-book: 978-0-9911873-2-4

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Blackness Takes Over Copyright © 2013 Norma Jeanne Karlsson

Published by It’s Publishing

Edited by BubbleCow

Cover Design and Layout by

Ellie Bockert Augsburger

Creative Digital Studios

CreativeDigitalStudios.com

Cover Image Copyright © George Mayer/Dollar Photo Club

Nude woman with silver make-up

ISBN e-book: 978-0-9911873-0-0

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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To those that continue to fight when all seems lost.

October 19, 2013

Uuuugggghhhhh. I’m hot…really fucking hot. Who turned the heat up? It’s only the middle of October I don’t think the heat this high is necessary. What is that? There’s something heavy smashing me across my chest. Ugh. Kavy.

“Kav,” I groan trying to push his arm off me. This thing must weigh fifty pounds. Nothing.

“Kavy,” I groan a little louder and start trying to roll off the bed. His arms just pull me in tight to his chest. He smells. Gross!

“Kavanagh get off!!” I throw my elbow into his ribs and push off with my feet.

“Kid, just five more minutes,” Kavy mumbles in my hair. I’m no further away from him than I started, but at least he’s somewhat responsive.

“Let me up Kavy. I have to pee and you reek!” I’m finally released by my rank captor and push up to sit on the side of my bed. Oh my head hurts. There’s no light coming in under the curtains. I look over at my clock beyond Kavy. 5:45 a.m. I let out a huge sigh. I’m not a morning person. Even more so on a perfectly good Saturday morning before the birds are up. He’s already back in a deep sleep. I stretch and get up to at least go pee before I seek my revenge.

After being freed from Kavy, I realize it is actually cold in our house. I’m only wearing a tank and boy shorts, but it’s cold regardless of my lack of sleeping attire. I get onto the tile floor of the bathroom and realize I should have put on some slippers.

“Shit,” I say under my breath, hopping from one foot to the next, trying to free a foot from the cold at a time. I don’t bother shutting the door or turning on the light. I’m in my ensuite and Kavy is dead to the world, I can pee in peaceful darkness. I can also sit on the toilet and plot my revenge against Kavy for interrupting my sleep. My feet are so cold, at this point they are almost numb and that’s when my sleep deprived brain hops into plotting mode. I get off the toilet and go to the sink to wash my hands in cold water, keeping my mostly frozen feet flat on the floor. I have goose bumps from my ankles up to my scalp at this point and my body is starting to shiver.

I cross my bedroom and go around the bed to the side that Kavy is occupying. Very gently I glide under the duvet facing his gorgeously defined back. Not that I can see it, because it’s pitch black in here. Because it’s 5:49 in the morning! I snicker to myself and put my plan into action. Simultaneously, I plant my iceberg feet in the middle of his naked back and wrap my freezing hands around his chest and hold on for dear life.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!” Kavy screams (a little bit like a girl) and jumps up from the bed. I’m hanging by a death grip with my arms, but have to drop my legs and wrap them around his waist to maintain my grip. I’m hanging off his back like a baby monkey, laughing so hard that I’m glad I just peed…otherwise this laughing would surely cause me to pee my pants. There are tears forming in my eyes that I’m not sure are from the laughter or the smell coming off of Kavy’s body.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! KID!!” He’s now yelling in his man voice. My bedroom door flies open and Sully and Cally come racing in, allowing much needed illumination to stream in from the hallway light.

“Kavanagh?! What the fuck is going on?!” Sully is staring at us still mostly asleep and totally confused, yet pulsing with adrenaline.

“Kid, are you okay?” Cally questions, slightly out of breath after no doubt running to my room.

“Sorry boys I didn’t mean to wake you up. But you asshole,” I say pulling on Kavy’s ear, “had that comin’ for wakin’ me up at five forty-five on a Saturday morning after keeping me up until three thirty.”

Sully and Cally hunch their shoulders forward and relax now that they realize there’s nothing serious going on. Kavy reaches around with his arms and grabs me. I try to wiggle away but it’s a pointless effort. He spins me around so I’m horizontal to the floor, face down.

“Kavy don’t you dare!” I squeal trying my damnedest not to laugh. No sooner are the words out of my mouth than I am flying through the air onto my bed. And the three of them are on me. Tickling me and holding me down at the same time. I’m really glad I already peed!

“Stop! Stop! Stop!!” I sputter like a five-year-old between gasps and laughs. I thrash and flail until finally getting a leg free and thrust it forward kicking one of my assailants in his man parts.

“Game off,” Cally groans and falls to the floor. This stops the tickling immediately, as this is our phrase to indicate a serious need for a break in the action: House Rule.

“Cally, are you all right?” I jump off the end of the bed and squat down beside him.

“I think I’m gonna yack,” he mumbles under his shortened breath. I’m snickering again.

“I’m so sorry Cally, but you know better than to get in the way of these bad boys.” I stand up and do a dramatic QVC pose, showing off my legs.