Index The Sculptor

I just had to return to my outburst of hormones driven creativity....but shit...this blogger is not very cooperative when it comes to organizing the chapters.
So I thought i'd make an index by hand.

Here are the chapters of The Sculptor...and it's sequel The Girl with no Name:

The Sculptor

Chapter 1: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/08/the-sculptor.html

Chapter 2: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/08/the-sculptor-part-2.html

Chapter 3: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/08/the-sculptor-part-3.html

Chapter 4: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/08/the-sculptor-part-4.html

Chapter 5: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/08/the-sculptor-part-5.html

Chapter 6: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/08/the-sculptor-part-6.html

Chapter 7: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/09/the-sculptor-part-7.html

Chapter 8: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/09/the-sculptor-part-8.html

Chapter 9: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/09/the-sculptor-part-9.html

Chapter 10: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/09/the-sculptor-part-10.html

Chapter 11: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/09/the-sculptor-part-11.html

Chapter 12: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/09/the-sculptor-part-12.html

Chapter 13: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/09/the-sculptor-part-13.html

Chapter 14: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/10/the-sculptor-part-14.html

Chapter 15: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/10/the-sculptor-part-15.html

Chapter 16: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/10/the-sculptor-part-16.html

Chapter 17: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/10/the-sculptor-part-17.html

Chapter 18: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/10/the-sculptor-part-18.html

Chapter 19: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/11/the-sculptor-part-19.html

Chapter 20: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/11/the-sculptor-part-20.html

Chapter 21: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/12/the-sculptor-part-21.html

The Girl with No Name

Chapter 1: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2016/01/the-girl-with-no-name.html

Chapter 2: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2016/01/the-girl-with-no-name-chapter-2.html

Chapter 3: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2016/02/the-girl-with-no-name-chapter-3.html

Chapter 4: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2016/02/the-girl-with-no-name-chapter-4.html

Chapter 5: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2016/03/the-girl-with-no-name-chapter-5.html

chapter 6: https://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2017/01/the-girl-with-no-name-chapter-6.html

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And...pfff....well, who knows how this story will end.

Ivar and the wolf, part 3.

In my bed, curled up under the sheets but still shivering, I cannot fall asleep.

I have no idea why I let him do what he did and why it seemed a matter of course. As if it is a natural thing for me to surrender to him. Like I've always known him.
I don't know if I feel like a goddess or a cheap hoe.

I shudder and bite a piece of skin on my thumb.
I must have been daydreaming. It can't have been real.
But I feel a twitch in my womb when I think about his eyes, the whites of his eyes, and his hand, the tightness of his pants.

My cat jumps on the bed. Starts purring and flexing his paws on the duvet.

My breathing gets more even and I feel I'm slowly floating into oblivion.

My phone rings and when I try to get it from the nightstand it falls. The ringtone almost sounds angry now. Grunting I kick the duvet together with my cat to the foot section and reach for the device.

"Hullo." I mumble.

"Good morning sunshine." I hear the cheerful voice of my friend Mara.

"Hhhhh."

"Oh...alright. Let me guess. The wolf?"

"Shit, Mara?"

"Are you still in one piece?"

"Nothing happened!" I exclaim. Trying to convince myself. "He returned my car keys. That's all. He....uh...."

"Did he repair your car?" Mara asks, suspicious.

"Uhm...yes...uh...I guess...."

"You're not sure?"

"Well. I'll look later. It was dark when he brought back my keys."

"Ivar, is everything okay?"

I tell Mara that I've had this weird fantasy about the wolf, about how he entered my house, my mirror, my aura, my intimacy. And how I let him.

"But he has returned your keys?" Mara asks after some silence.

I get out of bed and walk to the table.

On the table are my car keys.

"But how did they get there?" Mara wonders.

"I don't know." I touch the car keys. The cold metal in shrill contrast with the warmth of his hands.

"Ivar?"

"Listen, Mara, it was a dream...it...."

I suddenly remember I have a spare set of my house keys in the clove compartment of my car. So that is how he got in. Yes, must have been.

"Mara?"

I tell her about my keys.

"Shall I send Paul over to get your lock changed?" Says Mara.

"No. It will be alright. Hey, Mara, let me remind you I'm picking you up tonight. Victor's party. Remember? The Marvel party? Get your Poison Ivy costume ready. I'll be at your house at 22.30 hours."

When I break the connection I feel determined to reject the idea that my downstairs neighbour got into my apartment so that he - we - could be intimate. I will check my car's clove compartment and if my house keys are not there I will politely ask them back. The guy is a hottie, not a creep. Of that I'm sure.

Giggling I get into my Marvel villain costume. I do so love these dress up parties.

Victor is an old friend from school. He was a shy boy, but during his college years he did some stuff in IT and well....he got rich. Turned into a party boy. We don't really share the same interests but he keeps inviting me to his parties. Well, I don't complain.

I put on my mask, breath in and adjust my body suit, paste a plaster on my heel - in case I get a blister - and slide in my knee high stiletto boots.

Ready to go. When I get my car keys a heat flash comes over me. I think of the Wolf and his able touch.

My car is here, I walk around it and no visible scratch or dent. As if nothing has happened. The spare keys of my house are still in the clove compartment.

But my car won't start.

Nothing.

Dead.

I mutter a curse and frustrated slam the door.

"Fuck!"

I look at the time. Mara is waiting for me.

What now.

With clenched fists I bang on his door.

"Open up. I know you're home!"

Nothing.

"Eddie, open the door, my fucking car won't start!"

Somehow I feel he's on the other side.

"Eddie?" I whisper.

"Yeah." He says after some silence.

I feel his reluctance when he opens the door.

Then his mouth seems to drop open.

He seems to gasp.

"Catwoman?" He stammers.

The girl with no name, chapter 6.

The girl with no name is a story I started a year ago.

http://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2016/01/the-girl-with-no-name.html

It is about a young woman with severe memory loss, living in a mansion together with her grandfather. One day she becomes aware that her grandfather has a tenant for the boathouse next to the lake. Despite her loss of memory and her almost zombie like existence she gets curious.

Well....actually....the girl with no name is a sequel to another story....I wonder if people can guess which.

The girl with no name. Chapter 6

She opened her eyes and looked in to the amazing ocean colour of his eyes.

The big smile that appeared on her face drew dimples that only showed at the rare moments she was really happy.

"You beautiful mother fucker...you scared me." She whispered.

His mouth found hers and silently they kissed.

For a short moment his lips left hers and he said:

"I thought you were dead..."

With her index finger she wiped away a tear in the corner of his eyes.

"I was dead, Eddie."

His two hands clasped her face.

"Oh my love...that moment when I saw you being hit...I..." He shivered while a tormented moan left his mouth.

"Edward!" A stern voice sounded.

And more friendly the old man said while he approached the bed in which the young woman and the hypothermic man were covered in a pile of blankets:

"Edward...it is perhaps better to leave the events of the past to Hálwen herself to remember. Don’t try to haste things..."

"Grandpa..." Hálwen pushed herself up from the bed.

"Don't talk about me as if I'm not there."

"I'm sorry, child." He laughed.

"This is all a bit awkward and unreal. I forgot you were always such a perky individual.

I'll take Edward's temperature, if that is all right with you - and go back to the house. I'm sure you both won't mind a nice warm soup."

When the grandfather left the boathouse, both Hálwen and Eddie looked at each other.

Abashed.

Like two children left alone in a room with a big pie, excessively decorated with cream and icing, they stared in each other's eyes until Hálwen shyly averted her eyes.

"How...how are you feeling?" She cleared her throat.

Edward furled his brow. Pulling her back under the sheets.

"Hungry." He grunted as he grabbed her butt and pushed her up against him.

The old man, William, was in the kitchen preparing to warm a sturdy broth and putting three bowls on a tray to take back to the boathouse.
"Nothing like a full vegetable soup." William mumbled.
"Oh." Suddenly he remembered he had to make an urgent phone call.

When he walked to his study he heard a sound...like breaking glass.

The silence.

"Miles?" William called.

Nothing.

When he picked up the phone to dial the number on the vintage telephone he heard another sound. William shook his head and concentrated on the call he was going to make.

"District Police, how can I help you?"
"Oh, yes.... good evening.... I would like to report an assault.... possible attempted murder."

A firm hand grabbed around the fragile old man's.... forcing him to break the connection.
"No, sir.... no calls."

Then the old man felt something crashing down his head.
He saw the two men, before he collapsed and everything went black.
"Hàlwen." He croaked...in a sad attempt to warn his granddaughter.