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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The Virgin's Sacrifice
The wedding of Kaira Faire von Masoch and Dorn Bruyere had been the premiere event in Lemberg the Spring that the two were betrothed. While their whirlwind romance came about out of nowhere Dorn and Kaira seemed to be the perfect pair. The family was bustling with life, and happiness, and the bride was as beautiful as ever. With a romantic, debonair musician for a husband, Kaira had felt her life was utterly perfect in its completion.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Filthy
Blue Abyss
A flash of white lightning filled the sky. In the distance gray clouds began to roll towards the coastline, and a far off thunder reverberated towards the small fishing boat that settled within the turquoise waves of the Destin Harbor. Captain Wesley Wright knew what it meant, and he called out to his first mate to pull up the last net for the day. Left with little time to get back to land he wanted to make the most of the catch before the storm descended upon them. Easton Pryce gave a nod of acknowledgment, and a waving hand signaled the other four deckhands to start wheeling it in,
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
A Devine Introduction
There were two spaces that had filled her with delightful possibility and those were the things which had prompted the youthful-looking Aleriana Devine toward her newfound task of venturing into the DeVuehn Estate. The existence of monsters was nothing she hadn’t already come to terms with and there was a flare of knowing that she would endure a few in her passage toward the famed manor.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Biraciality; What it means to be BIPOC and White Presenting
In a world where people of color are still mistreated by a very obvious and corrupt system set in place by those who wished to control and dominate other landmasses; there is an old saying about how children of mixed ethnicities will never truly find their place. This is a sad reality for many children of interracial couples; particularly when their children are born white-presenting.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Humans
Ravensbruck: the Experiments Begin
“Imogen?” The raspiness of Martine’s voice as she whispered was almost inaudible – fear rising in her throat to the point of suffocating her vocal chords. And still, she had no idea where her older sister was. A terrifying reality had befallen them both, and she knew it – she had known it from the moment her mother had subjected them to Heinrich’s gaze. Lurching forward in her bunk, Martine’s eyes frantically tore at the darkness. Where was she? Did they take her again? Will this be the last time? It was a feeling she knew that many of the others in the room with her felt – and often, but this time it belonged to her because it was her sister whose bunk lie empty while all the others – at least those with living occupants, were full.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Plague of The Apocalypse; from Duality, the End of an Age
Delaehla snorted slightly. She hated this. In fact, she didn’t understand when any of it would ever come to an end. Or if ever. The funny thing about it was the way Jillian busted through her motel door room like time mattered or some shit. It never, ever did.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Sahirah's Strengthening
A rush of air flowed through the room and a low whisper seemed to come in with it, "Are you always this loud?" came her low tone, arms suddenly risen with chill bumps. To the onlooker, such things would appear as if they came in with the draft, but the truth was electric sensations flowed through her body all because of the static that seemed to linger within the air.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Humans
All I Will Ever Be
"You will be better off having chosen her and yet you will still perish from this life with my name as the last thing to trace your wretched lips. Mark my words, you shall," The ice, how it seemed to creep from lips so rigid with a cruelty that they almost seemed frozen into a wicked smirk. And, yet, for all the odd and roughness to the air, Asani did nothing more but spin about-face, her heels making way away from him as he began to contest at her back.
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Filthy
