Macushla--Prologue

This is a new story called Macushla. You guys must be thinking, 'what kind of title is 'Macushla'?" Macushla means 'sweetheart' or 'darling' in Irish. Also, it means in Irish 'pulse of my heart'. Pretty cool huh? I thought this title was suitable. Please enjoy the prologue/interlude of this story. --KatDon 

Prologue: Sweet Dreams Aren't Made Out of These


In a state of dreaming to a place known as Cockayne where all the residents reside in many parts of the candy world. There was Mr. Hattim, the man in charge of Polkagris Woods. Thomas, the man of Prune Woods. Wilma, Duchess of Caramel Toffee, Haig, in charge of Spice Drop Hills, Phyllis, Princess of Sticky Suckers, Skadi, Queen of Frozen Sorbet Beaches and Griffith, Monster of Black Treacle. The emperor of Cockayne is King Gumdrop who lives in Gumdrop Candy Palace. The evil duke Lord Blud, ruler of the Blood Church, is planning to rule the land of Cockayne and call it Lubberland! However all dreams became nightmares as the last that thing she saw was the clock turn to 2:06 when his knife drove into her chest. The woman woke up, knowing that it was a dream.  As she flicked the switch on the wall of her bedroom, the light-bulb burnt out in a quick flash--just long enough for her to see the man slide his legs under her bed. And she woke up and then went to her desk as she begins to write a letter, it said on the piece of paper that she wrote was this: "The materialism and typical 'sweet dreams' won’t lead to happiness....but then again, nothing leads to happiness. Unification of time and race;  I learn that there is a world full of sadists, masochists, but I want to be the one who is in control. Once I finish what I started, I wish to return to my normal life. There's no one like an exotic tart who had over-the-top street name of Lady Marmalade. Her skin that was the color of cafe au lait. The man that she met is waiting for her in her room, drinking wine as she changes into something more comfortable. Red Mill was a place for tarts and red light, so she’s saying that prostitutes are mainly about the money. Gold diggers wanting all the money out of this. If you don’t agree with her way of thinking and acting it’s your problem not hers. Lady Marmalade is going to play these people like it's game, the prostitutes at the Red Mill work hard at what they do, and therefore, the harder that they work, the more money that they get. The hours that the man works, his life is so very dull. Conservative and acceptable. Though he doesn’t remember her during the day, he will always remember how she made him want more whenever he sleeps. Those girls in lingerie whisper things like: "Get your sugar daddy!" And the girls go up to their client and say, "Hey Joe, would you like to be with me tonight?" But she doesn’t have to walk the streets as a tarts anymore; it’s in her past. There was no talk about screwing in it. The Red Light District which is where you can legally hire escorts, tarts, and girls of any choice. I loved her since he first bought her services, and I promise I won’t talk down to her or treat her like an object--Unlike those other men!  I'm jealous that she’s playing birdy-bee with other men, and I pledge to be faithful to her. I know hat this is the woman I want to be with, so I feel there is no need for her to put on layers of makeup when I've already made my decision that I want to be with her. So end your screwing ways."