Love and War Pt. 5 (Romance)

Tatiana looked closely at the mirror to make sure she was looking her best. She wasn’t fully happy but it would have to do or she would miss the event. Hopefully, he would be there, but if not it was a great opportunity to make new friends anyway.

Hastily, she locked her apartment door. It was cold and breezy outside. She hoped that it wouldn’t toss her long blonde hair.

A crowd had already formed around the coffee shop. Bumping her way through people, she made her way inside and towards the counter.

“Ah Tatiana love, great to see you. I was worried you might not come and looking so beautiful too. Now, will you buy one of these little buns? Two euro each. All proceeds go to your country, Ukraine.”

“Yes, of course”

“Ah, great here ya go. Now those lovely people I was telling you about are over there. Go over there and have a chat. I told them to expect you.”

Tatiana turned around and there he was with his sister.

Her heart fluttered.

“Hi, I’m Tatiana.”

They raised their heads up from the table. The sister spoke first.

“Oh, hi Tatiana, Nellie told us all about you. Sit down there. My name is Laura and this is my brother Daniel.

“Hi,” said Daniel sheepishly.

“Nice to meet the two of yous.”

Tatiana nervously took a chair from the other table and sat down beside them. She was worried about what to say but needn’t have. Laura took the lead.

“So, Nellie was telling us you’re from Ukraine. Awful what’s happening over there.”

“Yes, it is. I worry about my parents. They were too old to come.”

Her eyes began to well up.

Laura put her hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“Perhaps we’ll talk about something else,” Daniel said, “What are your hobbies?”

He spoke in a deep, entrancing voice.

“Oh, I love science fiction.”

“Oh no,” Laura said to laughing from Daniel, “you too will get on great!”

For the next hour and a couple of buns each, they chatted away. Tatiana noticed how Laura would attend to Daniel’s every need. Making sure that he had a proper clasp of his food to asking if he was comfortable. She wished it was her.

Then, all too it was time for them to go.

“We have to go Tatiana. But we are planning on watching a film at eight tomorrow in our apartment. Will you come” Laura asked.

“We are?” Daniel said.

“Yes, I’ll be there.”

“Great, we’re Apartment 52 St. Andrews Place. It’s just up that way We’ll see you then!”

Love and War (Pt. 4)

Tatiana found herself fidgeting at the table with her phone constantly checking the time.. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she couldn’t stop bobbling her head up and down too. There was no sign of him. This was the second time in a row that he hadn’t appeared. Perhaps, his visit had been a once off event and he wouldn’t be reappearing. The thought saddened her. He had been something of a distraction. Her home town had been bombed the previous night.

Her heart stated beating faster and a tear began to form. All those beautiful people, her former neighbors and friends. She could only hope and pray that they were okay and not ripped apart in some blast. Not to mind all the pets that were left behind to fend for themselves. And now the winter was coming.

Her coffee, which she had almost finished was now cold. It was now time to go so she went in to pay.

“How are you keeping love? You look sad? Worried about home?”

“It was bombed last night.”

“Oh God. That’s awful. Don’t be worrying about the price of that coffee. Actually, we’re running a fundraiser here for Ukraine this Saturday at ten in the morning. Perhaps, you would like to come? It was Laura’s idea. You might not remember her. She was here with her brother in the wheelchair the other day. You seen them. I’d say you’d all get a long great. What do you say? Will you come along?”

“Yes, I’ll be there.”


Love and War (Pt. 3)

Tatiana thrashed back and forth in her bed. But it was of no use. She couldn’t get her mind to think of anything else other than the guy she had seen earlier in the day. He was so handsome sitting there in his wheelchair. His face was masculine, with a square jaw and beautiful blue eyes. Even his bit of stubble looked good. He had a bit of a belly and skinny legs. Oh, how she wanted to reach out and touch them. To caress his body and run her fingers through his jet black hair.

No, this can’t be normal, to feel so attracted to someone. What is wrong with her? Is she a freak?

How did he become disabled anyway?

Would he be able to feel her touch?

Was that his girlfriend? What was it they said in Ireland? The bitch.

All these thoughts ran ferociously through her mind. The sweat was dripping from her now so she threw one of the covers off her bed.

She had to see him again.

There was only one thing to do. Visit the coffee shop at the same the next day. Was that not stalking though? It would have to remain her dirty secret.

Love and War (Romance) Pt. 2

The walk only took a few minutes. Now, that the rain had stopped, a few of the locals were out and trodding the streets. The odd person would give her a smile, but mostly they just sailed by. She loved being outside, breathing the fresh air.

It didn’t take her long to reach the coffee shop. She liked it as it reminded her of a place back home. Also, the middle-aged woman who worked there had always been kind and friendly since she had arrived. Her favorite spot was a table just outside the front door where she could survey everything that was happening from a distance. It wasn’t that she was particularly nosey, just that she found the comings and goings of ordinary life soothing.

“Ah, how are you today, Tatiana? What can I get you?”

“I am good, Americano please.”

Tatiana handed her some coins.

“Ah good to hear dear. What an awful morning eh? I’ll drop that out to you with the change.”

“Oh, thanks.”

The sun finally penetrated the clouds as she sat down. Then, she saw something unusual in the distance. It was a guy in a wheelchair accompanied by a woman walking beside him. Were they lovers or something else? She always had this “thing” for guys in wheelchairs. Something, that she thought was probably best to keep to herself. He was handsome too, with sandy brown hair and dressed immaculately in a suit. Who was this guy? The girl was pretty and had a habit of smiling at him.

They were close now, she tried to look away but with limited success.

For a brief moment their eyes met. She was feeling warm inside.

“Here’s your coffee and change love.”

“Oh, how are you, Daniel? Will I open the other door?”

“No, I should be fine, thanks.”

With that they were inside, and Tatiana was once more alone. She quickly drank her coffee and left.

Love and War (Romance) Pt. 1

Tatiana looked out the window at the rain and the mostly empty street below. She had never before seen so much rain, but finally there were signs that it was about to clear. It hadn’t stopped all day, so it would be about time. But this was Ireland, and she couldn’t pretend that the locals hadn’t warned her. It was one of the first things that they had mentioned to her. She couldn’t help but smile thinking about the friendly welcome. The warm smiles and friendly handshakes.

It was such a relief after coming from a warzone. It had all happened so fast. She had always thought Russian and Ukrainians were brother peoples. Not anymore. She had seen and heard the talk about the military build-up but had dismissed it.

“What will we do if they attack?” her aged mother had lamented over the phone from Kyiv.

“They will not attack; it is just for the cameras!”

But then it happened. She remembered hearing the air raid siren for the first time and how it had sent a chill through her.

She was in Odessa and people feared that it would fall within days. Before, it had even really sunk in, she was on the Polish border. There was confusion about where she should go next. But, when the option of Ireland came up, she took it. Of course, she had expected to be in a big city like Dublin, not Killarney in a rural setting on the west coast.

But she was happy here. The peace and quiet took her mind off the happenings back home. And there was a lovely coffee shop just down the road. Now that the rain was easing off, that’s where she was going now.

Wheelchair Wars (Part 24)

The Emperor is just to all his subjects – The Emperor.

Multiple times cycles had now passed. Yet Timothy still found himself on the top tier. He had been totally consumed by grief till very recently but then he found it increasingly odd that he wasn’t being told to return. Not that he was complaining. The longer he stayed on this tier, the better and better he felt. It wasn’t just something in his head either. When he looked in the mirror, his skin and hair looked clearer and fuller. He felt full of energy. And he could see those changes in those around him too. Their health just got better and better. His father now looked more like his brother. He guessed that it was more than just the cleaner air. It must be something that was in the food or drink. All he was certain of was that he was happy of it and hoped that it would never end.

Audrey was now spending every night with him. But they were now doing far more than resting. It started off with some kissing but had now progressed to her straddling him twice per night. He enjoyed it more with her than all the others. There was closeness, an intimacy that he craved. They had declared their love for one another, and it all felt right.

Still more time passed.

“I think you’ve been retired,” his Da joked.

“No, I don`t think so. Not going to happen, wouldn’t be that lucky.”

Three time-cycles later, a red light shone on the wall. It was a sign to go to the main meeting area.

They were met by three Imperial Guards, dressed in their purple robes and carrying their standard machine guns.

“Timothy the Impaler (for that is what he is now known), you and Audrey the Destroyer have been called for an immediate audience with the Governor. Your battle chairs will be required.”

Timothy knew that the time for more bloodshed was upon him.

Wheelchair Wars (Part 23)

Timothy did not sleep well that night. He turned away the four women who were offered. They were naturally shocked and insisted that they would return the following time cycle instead. He just wanted to be alone. All, except Audrey of his little band were now dead. Even, his father was unable to console him.

“They died gloriously.”

“It was a death they could have only dreamed of.”

His sleep was plagued by nightmares. All he could see were his comrades being torn from limb to limb. They were screaming at him asking to be saved. But there was nothing that there was never anything that he could do. He woke up shaking uncontrollably in a cold sweat. Then there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me Audrey, I can’t sleep. Can I come in? I can’t sleep”

“Yes, come on in.”

She entered wearing her pajamas in her ordinary wheelchair.

“I saw that you were alone and just wanted to be close to someone.”

Her voice was trembling.

“Get in here beside me.”

She drove around to the other side of the bed and got in beside him, resting her head on his chest.

“Thanks. I’d like to stay in your room from now on. You are all I have left. I know you must do your duty with the other women that come. That’s okay with me. I’ll even get involved if you like.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Finally, he could close his eyes without the nightmares.

A Swedish Romance Part 7

I am stunned. Here, I am trying to concentrate on my trigonometry class but all I can think about is what happened last night.

It all started about two weeks ago when I kissed a pretty girl in the bar. Ulrika apparently saw me what happened and seemed a bit off. I wondered if she had gotten a bit jealous or something. But, I decided that was just too unlikely. There must be something else up with her.

Then over the next few days she started to mention that we don’t talk as much as we used to. So, I stayed in and chatted to her. Who could blame me, she is so gorgeous?

Then she started telling me about troubles with her boyfriend.

“Don’t worry. He knows that he could never do better than you.” She would smile and occassionally touch my shoulder, sending a wave of excitement through me.

Then yesterday, the boyfriend sent an email message stating that he had found someone else, it was one of her friends. It was the first time I’d seen her cry.

“Ulrika, don’t cry you are so beautiful and smart. You will find somebody else.”

With that she gave a warm and then looking me straight in the eyes, pecked me on the lips. Then she broke away and went into her room for a while. She had gathered herself somewhat and we didn’t say much.

Then as I was sitting on the side of the bed and she was removing my shirt and vest, she said.

“You are a great man.”

Then she leaned in and kissed me again. This time I could her tongue on my lips and I opened my mouth. A few moments later, she removed my top and leaned me gently on the bed before removing my trousers.

I felt her kissing my chest. Then she straddled me, grinding back and forth as we kissed passionately. It was the best experience of my life.

But what happens next, I have no idea.


What have I done? I won’t lie, I don’t regret it. Aidan is a special man, intelligent, consideration who doesn’t realize how hot he his. As I was putting him to be, I looked into those beautiful, blue eyes and went for it.

His body was surprisingly firm and he lasted much longer than I thought he could. I loved kissing that hairy chest and rubbing his long, thin arms.

What next?

Who knows. But I know what we’ll be doing tonight.

A Swedish Romance Pt. 6

The only time I sometimes regret moving to Ireland is Christmas. It’s actually not that big of a deal in Sweden. But all this talk of family reminds me of how much I miss my own, Facetime is just not the same. At least the weather isn’t as cold as back home but sometimes I think I’d prefer that to this endless rain. Aidan has told me that Dublin isn’t actually that bad, that it actually rains much more in the West. At least I’m not there, I guess.

Erik hasn’t been messaging as much recently. All he talks about is when will I be coming home for good and how much he misses sex. Not so much about missing me.

Aidan has become a bit more distant too. We used to just spend hours drinking tea, smoking, and watching tv. But he’s been heading out more recently, spending time in the bar. Maybe I’m losing my touch with men, I don’t know.

I went to the pub to walk him home the other night. He was in his usual spot but I held off on going over to him when I saw he was talking to a pretty, slim brunette of about his age. She had long, curly brown hair. Next thing she has her arms draped around him, her long hair covering his head and they begin to kiss.

I didn’t know which way to look, but I couldn’t help getting turned on. Part of me wished it could be me with him; touching his long, thin arms and running my hands through his hair. Fortunately, they stopped after a while and he went to leave. Not sure how I would have managed if I had to undress him for her.

It took a few minutes for us to get back to the flat and I couldn’t help but ask him questions on the way. He was a bit “tipsy” as they call it over here.

“So, what was her name?”

“Marianne, I think?”

“You don’t know?”

“No, sure I only just met her.”

“Would you not prefer to be with someone you know?”

“Probably, but would they want to be with me?”

For a few moments a strange silence developed, so I switched the subject to football, he didn’t seem to notice and everything carried on as normal.

Oh, what is going on with me?

A Swedish Romance (Pt.5)

I felt it when Ulrika told me that she had a boyfriend. It was like a dagger to the heart. I should have known. Such a beautiful woman was always unlikely to be single. I hid my disappointment well. After all, I still needed a PA and my studies are the most important thing. And it would probably have been the last thing on her mind in any event.

It was a blessing really to find out when I did. I was starting to spend too much time with her in the apartment. She’s just so funny though and we have so much in common. We like the same kind of music – pop and we can spend hours talking about the state of the world.

No, its time to go back to trying to chat up girls my own age. She is constantly trying to encourage me but in truth, I need little encouragement. The only thing is I don’t think I will be anywhere near as fond of them. Even if I did have a relationship with one of them, they probably live up a flight of stair and we’d barely see each other. Life can suck in a wheelchair.

I need to be more positive and I will. Everybody has a downer but I’ll get through it. What I need to concentrate on is my upcoming Math exam. I’m near the top of my class and maybe someday a girl like Ulrika will like me.