Euphoria

Farewell Rainbow Writer

The Christmas Party has carried over into the weekend. It is Christmas Night and The Rainbow Writer and her real life love affair will quickly come to the end of an era. Having written over one-hundred and thirty-three fan fictions of her idol. She has giving up her writing. Leaving and passing the torch to another Rainbow Writer as a present for this day another King was born. She shall not regret anything she wrote that she loved. When you have friends you will never fail. This one last opportunity to show case her romantic side. Her fantasy side. Her fictional side. Her mystery/thriller side Her fan fiction side. Her humor side and her general fiction side. Her paranormal side and her horror side and all the genre she wrote from. The Spiritual side she gave up the ghost on Christmas...

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The two laid in the huge bed together wrapped up like two twisted pretzels ...

She awoke first and nudged her lover and watched over him as he slept. She could still hear the party music going on downstairs and the talk of a play the towns people are planning for their 'Dancing Dust'. To show him they are asking him to forgive them. He too was too good for this world. He too was put under a microscope for sins he never committed. He was always innocent. The talk of a play in both their honor to be put on display right in his own backyard. She hears it will be a surprise. So she can not wake him just to tell him and he dare not touch her again on such a sacred day. She knows that her Euphoria of making sweet passionate love to him has come to the end of her Era as well. For she leaves behind much to sample. For she is known as the Rainbow Writer. Writing from the top of her pretty little head. Flowing with a halo that glows. All that follow her knows she is The Goddess of Imagination, that now must be put to rest. For this day on Earth is other from a Heavenly Body of well wishers and to bow down to the child that lays in a manger no crib for his bed. 

The Gift that the almighty creator gifted her with at the tender age of thirteen and she looks back remembering when she was being child-abused by her Mommy Dearest and only giving paper and pencil to write in a corner of a cold and damp and dark room. She wrote. She created soap operas to have her characters act out her childhood. She remembers having one play her Mother and one play her. She never let the character that played her be beaten like she had in real life. Instead, her character always got recognition for writing great stories for the aged old storyteller that told her stories in her head. That storyteller made her Mother become a model mother. Appreciating her oldest daughter, not blaming her for what the second oldest done to get her in trouble each and everyday. He would not mop the floors so she mopped the floors. He would not take out the trash so she took out the trash. He ate all the neck bones in the pot of beans and they never got any. He ate the whole plate of pancakes she prepared for all five siblings. They were always hungry from his greed. She never got those smacks in the face from her mother, not on her note pad. Not while the storyteller in her head changed her story to a bright young girl that had a gift an a unique way of telling a perfectly written imagination. Later, she would have to be invited to come onto a site that was given a name that caught her eye. It had pad in it. She remembers the word pad from days of long ago. 

After coming onto a site with ...pad in it. It delighted her to see all the others The Creator had gifted with the same gift. She quickly saw some of the better ones and marveled at their talent of storytelling. She has always had a pencil and paper in her hand...

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Dancing Dust wakes up...

"Rainbow Rider Angel how long have you been up?" he had presents for her

"I have something I must tell you" she with tears 

"Why do you have tears? I have lots of presents for you"

"You are a King and on this day another King of Kings was born 2,015 years ago and we both must bow down"

He got up and he kneel by her side of the bed as she got down and bow down on her knees as well

Holding hands and he felt her palms were sweaty

"Why are you so nervous?" he wanted her to perk up...It is Christmas 

"I must leave you my Idol" as she looked at him she thinks for the last time.

She grabs a pen and paper and hands it to him. "A Gift for you" she tried to smile and he managed to come slowly.

"Thank you Rainbow .....ah ah shall I say Rainbow Writer?"

She nodded as she kissed him a good-bye kiss and she stood on the book on the floor and said 

"You will always be my...King of The Dance Floor.....now the towns people has a surprise for you"

"No....wait!!!!!!!! You can not leave me like this!!!!!!!! What will I do without you to be here to entertain me in my lonely world?"

"I love You" as she was slowly melting into the book

He ran to grab her to hold onto her tight

"I will not let you go!!!!!!" as he held onto his Rainbow Writer

"If you don't let me go...the other's will think I have writer's block and they will all be laughing at me"

"Then you will let me have your hands?"

"Yes take them"

She placed one on his shoulder and the other on his hip and smiled

"The one on your hip is guiding you in a way I like to known as The Rainbow Rider"