Vanessa stretched her hand all the way back and slapped him, discovering peace.
Tonight’s theme is Secrets Under the Bed, and to explore this theme I have decided to write an Alliterisen poem where x=13. Also, catch up on Ellen’s latest posts here.
There was something strange about him; oddly wonderful
Tyron could not put his finger on it as he sat right there
Staring at the man he went home with that dark night
It was never that easy for him; he was shy, quiet
“Your place is nice,” he said; the man kissed him quick
He wasted no time; his lips dancing on Tyron’s neck
Dizziness… Tyron pulled away; “What was in that drink?”
Alliterisen: a seven-lined poem with a specific syllable pattern and two alliterations per line. Syllable structure is x, x+2, x-1, (x+2)-1, x-2, (x+2)-2, x. Where x= 8,9,10,11,12, or 13.
Today’s theme is Lost in You. I have written a short story for today’s post. I hope you all enjoy! Please like and comment! Also, catch up on Ellen’s latest posts here.
For the theme of Shame I have written a flash fiction story. It is very short and I might possibly expand on it some day if I ever feel inspired. I hope you all enjoy. Please take a look at my friend, Ellen’s blog here.
His beautiful brown skin glistened in the sunlight as sweat dripped down his magnificent body. The way he fought, how he moved, his entire figure was an amazing performance to watch. As he swung his sword up and down, left and right, it looked as if he was a painter and the battle field was his canvas. He was born to be a soldier.
Cacius Vorenus was a true and natural warrior; fighting was in his blood. His father was a general in the Greek Army and his mother was a beautiful and dangerous Egyptian Warrior. Cacius was the greatest warrior in his village of Amasia and he was only seventeen years old. For the last eight months Cacius had been fighting in Peydon alongside his Amasian brothers trying to defeat the greedy warlord Tarkos. Tarkos had been terrorizing Amasia for the last seven years; it was at his hands that Esmerani, Cacius’s mother was killed trying to protect him and his sister, Natari. This was Cacius’s chance to get revenge.
Today’s theme is Love will tear us apart. I have written a poetic tale of 16 lines, with syllables per line. I hope you all enjoy this one! 🙂 Also, check out my friend, Ellen’s post here.
For today’s theme of Lust for Love I have written a flash fiction story. I hope you enjoy. Please check out Ellen’s post here.
Her golden brown skin was beautiful and soft to the touch. The man couldn’t resist caressing her bare back as she lay on top of him. The gorgeous young woman smiled as he touched her and leaned in to kiss him. Her lips were soft and wild as they pressed hard against his. He quickly flipped her on her back. The man admired the woman’s beautifully curvy body before he began licking. He licked every part of her chest and then his tongue found its way to her belly button where he spent a good five minutes before the young woman flipped him onto his back and ripped off his pants, then she slowly took off her skirt and bent over to kiss his lips. She moved down to his neck, then his chest where she circled his nipples with her tongue before moving to his belly button. The man moaned breathlessly as she kissed and licked then he finally flipped the young woman onto her back then got on top of her and pressed his moist lips against her soft lips. The woman could feel the man’s hardness as she lay underneath him; she wrapped her arms around him and opened her legs. They were still in their underwear.
“You are so beautiful,” The man whispered into her ear.
“Yeah I know,” She smiled as the man began kissing her neck.
“I bet she never touches you like this?” the man grinned.
“Don’t say that,” the woman said, pulling away from the man.
“Come on baby don’t be like that.” The man pleaded continuing to kiss her.
“I’m not your baby so get the fuck off me!” The woman exclaimed angrily.
“Just relax.” The man said, holding the woman down on the bed.
She kicked him in the groin and pushed him off of her.
“You peace of shit,” she said, gathering her clothes and heading to the door.
Diana slowly crept into the house. All the lights were out and the entire house was completely silent. She took off her heels and slowly stepped up the stairs. She didn’t want to wake anyone up. When she reached her bedroom she slipped out of her dress and quietly climbed into bed next to her lover Grace who did not wake. Diana did it again. She made it back before anyone even knew she was gone. She was a pro.
Today’s prompt is Dark Bedroom Fantasy. For my birthday, my best friend, Ellen (Click to see her blog), sent me a book with 300 writing prompts (she knows me so well). I decided to the prompt book as a gateway for my fiction where I respond to the prompts through the eyes of different characters. And as I struggled to come up with a post for day 2 I came across a prompt that inspired one of my characters to respond. The prompt was: What was the last puzzle you worked?
“I thought you were impossible until now. You sparked so much wonder and excitement into my spirit that I thought for sure you were some otherworldly being sent to me as a gift for years of grueling work undying devotion, for the dirty infernal labor that most women would have detested and condemned.I toted the company line, slicing and dicing my own little work ethic. I kept my head down and satisfied the iniquitous requirements of my mission. I never overindulged or overestimated my role on this earth. I did what they told me and I never made a fuss. I was a loyal minion and now I have been blessed with the most amazing gift,” said Lyana, a grin stretched across her face as she hovered above the bulky, brown skinned man strapped to the table in front of her.
To check out the drawing by my friend Chris that inspired this story click HERE.
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