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A Screamsy story where I tried to make it scary, but didn't really succeed, I'm told. :)
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Coils of a tamed serpent slither skyward, steps of countless believers, wearing the path into warm marble and cold iron. We enlightened lemmings ascend with craned necks toward glowing white panes to tap on Heaven’s glass ceiling. |
Soft fingertips rise and fall, trace rough contours of stubbled cheeks. Polished nails graze course skin, repulsed by smoldering attractiveness of chiseled features. Shadowed lips part, tongue undulates and slithers, dancing with raspy rumbles, clad in the supple velvet of whispered lies. He leans forward for a kiss. My hand falls away. I step back. Eyes widen with clarity, no longer under his spell. |
This has been a great week for prompts! First, Ray Scrivener came up with a whole bevy of brilliance for Screams. Then, I meandered over to Dialogue 500 to find "A Conversation with William Shatner" as the prompt. I think I wrote that story in like 15 minutes immediately after seeing it. :) Then, came the "be as wildly creative with a story about an usual day for a pet" prompt in Writer's Cramp that lead to a story about an alien who married a cat. Today, I check in on Express It in Eight, and the prompt is to make up a word, define it, then use it in a poem. So, well, here's that one (anyone who has lived in a snowy place can probably relate): Clug = the frozen, ever-growing clump of dirty snow and ice that forms behind a car’s wheels when driving snowy streets in the winter Slamming the car door behind me, I startle, a *crack* snapping loudly. A shower of ice sprays my ankles. I turned, my eyes narrow, mind rankles. A half-shattered clug tips like pylon, its nasty ice drenching my nylons. I circled the car in a fury and kicked off the rest in a flurry. |
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A vampire meets her match...
And William Shatner doesn't want to go where no man has gone before...
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