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Writer's Challenge - AKA Writer's Den, Lounge, Wreck Room etc etc
Hello all,
Do you love to write? Do you love to write and write and write? I love to write, but I need to be prompted cajoled and encouraged to write more often!!!!! Much like the 9 Word Poetry thread - which this is somewhat based on -folks get to write around a theme or a prompt. The big differences will be that whoever suggests the theme or prompt idea must set a time limit to allow for folks to think, plan - and then get writing! Feedback and encouragment are welcomed. Folks can write about anything from erotica, to science fiction, flash, to drama to comedy! Whatever as long as its a short story - no more than 4000 words at the most. This thread will be a work in process! I hope it takes off! Ask me any questions in case I am unclear - cause I probably am! xo ADG |
First theme....
SAWDUST I know its a bit weird, but right now my living room smells like sawdust and it smells spicy and sweet and it is making me think and plan and scheme to write. |
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She looked into the antique, heavily silvered mirror, turning her head to make sure that her thick, shiny, brown hair, was exactly as she wanted it to look. She smiled at herself, thinking she looked pretty great for her age.
She cupped her breasts, running her fingers gently over the tips of her nipples, until they puckered and hardened at her touch. Mmm, she murmured, not yet babe-giggling for talking to herself yet again. Sighing, she pulled out her black lace bra, leaning over to fit her breasts in just right, to show her cleavage to her best advantage. She reached in her packed closet and pulled out her favorite, dark green silk blouse. It hugged her curves and she hadn't found a butch yet that could resist sliding her hands all over her back while slow dancing in the club. She zipped up her skin-tight jeans, loving the feeling of pressure against her pussy. Her final touch was to slide her feet into her favorite black pumps with the 3-inch heels. She was almost in her car when she remembered the last time she wore these heels. She came home with her shoes covered in sawdust. "Oh, hell, I don't care", she said outloud, "I'm getting laid tonight" and with that thought, she started her car and peeled out of her driveway, once again feeling like she was 18. |
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Chattering squirrels raced across the opening. Stellar Jays hopped along the branches squawking their arrival into the midst of our day. Smell of fresh cut pines filled the air as we walked hand in hand along the way.
Beautiful trees became the handsome home we would share. She danced along this sawdust path throwing peanuts to the critters she called in from the wild. I smile as I recall. Remembering her calling in the cows one sunny afternoon. http://images.vrbo.com/vrbo/images/1b9b49 |
Subscribing...will be back to write after my work weekend is over.
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There was sawdust in her shoes. She scrunched up her toes to feel the tickle of it, standing on one foot, then the other. The urge to kick off her shoes to free those chaffing little particles was strong. The urge to feel her knees pressing into it, stronger.
On her knees. Sawdust digging into them as she knelt before Him, waiting at His leisure. There was sawdust in her shoes and it made her wet. |
The sawdust was down to soak up the blood. It was the time of slaughter. He had learned early never to name the pigs. Pigs were food on hoof. They were only fed so they could be eaten. Now he was covered in gore yet the work was nearly over and as long as the meat smoked well there would be plenty food this winter. A little bit of blood was worth it.
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Time Limit - let's make it two weeks!!!!! So -that means August 30th! |
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I love this. I used to write stories and essays all the time but really got away from writing. This reminds me of how much I enjoyed it. Thanks for the thread. Just want to make sure erotica is OK:) |
Walking through her house for the first time Katy could not contain her sense of excitement. Her first big job was coming together nicely. All the sweat and hard work of grad school and architecture fellowship were paying off. Finally! This was her house, this was Escher. Escher, was an alchemy mixture of angles and curves. Modern design elements combined with old wood and stone. Glass and chrome meshed with silk and wool. Each unique room, whether glass and chrome or silk and wool, delighted the sense. Escher was part fantasy, part practical. and all hers. Running through the newly minted rooms Katy felt a sense of wonder. Like Christmas morning, new lingerie and chocolate fondue all combined into one joyful package. She ran up to the attic space. This was her retreat. A space to draw, think, write and dream. Throwing open the french doors to the outdoor room Katy turned and looked back into the room. Streaming sunshine lit up the blonde wood floors. Katy drew a deep satisfied breath. She could smell wood and polish. They smelled like potential, hope and happiness. Like new snow, a sheen of sawdust remained on the floors marking and defining the space. Without a thought for her lady-like suit, Katy lay on the dust covered floor. Sawdust angels appeared across the floor marking and blessing her new home. |
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Yes erotic is okay and welcomed! Glad you like the thread - please keep coming back. ADG |
The sawdust was down to soak up the blood. It was the time of slaughter. He had learned early never to name the pigs. Pigs were food on hoof. They were only fed so they could be eaten. Now he was covered in gore yet the work was nearly over and as long as the meat smoked well there would be plenty food this winter. A little bit of blood was worth it his and theirs. He walked slowly the weight of the day weighing heavily upon him. He stopped at the pump in the garden and began to wash. The water ran pink and finally clear. He stripped off his shirt and continued to wash away the sweat now that the gore was gone. His back ached and as he stretched he glimpsed her. The ghost of his dreams.
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Bumping this cause I can--- come and read some cool short fiction by folks who hang at the Planet
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BUMPING THIS AGAIN ---
I LOVE THE ENTRIES THAT HAVE BEEN POSTED SO FAR!!!! WE HAVE SOME SERIOUS WRITING TALENT HERE AT THE PLANET!!!!!! ADG |
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Changeling…
by Hollylane 8/29/2011 There was sawdust on the floor that stirred as she walked through the swinging door into the darkness of the Arizona bar. Carelessly discarded peanut shells crunched under her boots as she made her way through the room, heading for the rear portion of the building where her friends awaited her. A few men at the bar turned to stare appreciatively at her backside encased in tight Wranglers. Four pairs of eyes swung towards her as she planted her feet in front of their table, and a gentle jingle came from her spurs. There were a few gasps, a nervous smile, and wide eyes as she tipped her cowboy hat and gave them all a wink. She smoothed her mustache, and stroked her big silver rodeo belt buckle, smiling as she took in their unguarded reactions to what was obviously outlined below the belt. “I’d like to re-introduce myself to ya’ll, I’d be appreciative if you could call me Darryl.” Hours later he strolled back out into the warm desert air, with a happy and satisfied half-smile, now properly acknowledged as a handsome young man. |
I think this deserves another ****bump****
August 30th has come and gone....:rrose: |
Femme Erotique (A femme writer's reverie)
(Sexy strut into big empty apartment..…feelin’ it tonight…Brown high heeled leather boots, black hose , silk mini dress with leather belt…legs straddled between two tall chairs at the dining room table…)
The look…the sweet smile… as I begin to stroke your forehead gently…lightly petting your hair just at your temple…your head tipping back as you sigh deeply…whispering my name…babygirl… I continue to caress your head and move to the back of your neck…massaging…stroking…sharp grab of your short hair…then stroking again…always finding a handhold…smiling….watching you move with my touch….eyes closed in divine reverie… When they open again, your blue irises flood black with a look of pure hot desire…want…need…to…please they seem to say…please let me… please… You… With one hand on your chest, I push you gently back…“No…” “No…not yet…” and start the stroking dance again …my hands rubbing your strong shoulders…squeezing your arms…a scratch and grab of nails just hard enough to make you shudder…slipping into an interlace of butch-femme fingers… You pull me up to you…face to face now…Lips trembling… Flick-lick… soft kiss… near miss… bite-swipe… kiss… no miss… deep wet kiss….wet…so wet…nibble…bite… Your fingers now…in my mouth-sucking licking biting…kissing each finger…playfully pulling at my bottom lip…a soft bite ending in another wet tongue tease before you take my mouth…soft…wet…spicy sweet.... The gauntlet is laid down...GO FOR IT!!! Finish by say 9/21... :) |
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