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Writing Prompt: Torn Between Love and Desire
He undid the top button of his custom dress shirt. “No kids.”
Sharon rested her head against his chest, her hands toying at his soft qiviuq wool suit. It must of cost a fortune, and she wondered how he could afford such things. Not that I’m complaining, she told him.
Todd, who stood at least four inches taller than her, looked down with brown eyes that seemed to smile at her.
Or was he laughing at her?
And then his strong fingers worked around her back to the bra strap.
“No kids,” she repeated. Two simple words for someone with no strings attached.
She knew that Todd only understood sex, but he did it so well. But he had never made it past the naked and passionate phase. Afterward, there was birth, dirty diapers, late night feedings and catching a short nap after you think the baby is satisfied from a messy feeding and an even messier burping.
“I’m just a toy, aren’t I?”
He pulled her closer, kissing Sharon softly and looking into her eyes. For a moment, she only saw Johnny reflected back. He must be working a double shift.
But, oh God! Todd’s hands.
Sharon tried to shut out thoughts of back home.
Sharon rested her head against his chest, her hands toying at his soft qiviuq wool suit. It must of cost a fortune, and she wondered how he could afford such things. Not that I’m complaining, she told him.
Todd, who stood at least four inches taller than her, looked down with brown eyes that seemed to smile at her.
Or was he laughing at her?
And then his strong fingers worked around her back to the bra strap.
“No kids,” she repeated. Two simple words for someone with no strings attached.
She knew that Todd only understood sex, but he did it so well. But he had never made it past the naked and passionate phase. Afterward, there was birth, dirty diapers, late night feedings and catching a short nap after you think the baby is satisfied from a messy feeding and an even messier burping.
“I’m just a toy, aren’t I?”
He pulled her closer, kissing Sharon softly and looking into her eyes. For a moment, she only saw Johnny reflected back. He must be working a double shift.
But, oh God! Todd’s hands.
Sharon tried to shut out thoughts of back home.
Published on October 18, 2017 10:24
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Tags:
desire, love, love-triangle, romance, story-prompt
Poetic Prose: A Devil's Love
Inspired by Charlotte Perkins Gilman's "The Yellow Wallpaper," this poetic prose sets a tone that hides something darker about the narrator.
In A Devil's Love, an angry lover compares the one who abandoned her to an evil creature. At least, on the surface. She's conflicted, a mood that still longs for the one she once had. It's this conflict that sometimes plays out like a musical rhythm, hinting at a creeping madness and a long time obsession.
Twenty years ago a devil stole my soul. He came to me as a beast and I fell for him. He was sly. I could not see the warts and horns up on his head. He whispered words, I love you, and so I signed a pact. He had promised many luxuries, but it was just a cheap old ring. And on my wedding night, my legs had trembled, I felt his heat, and a momentary desire.
He took my soul and then he left me
Alone, I wait.
I wait.
I wait, I burn in pain, my heart in flames and tortured by his memory.
In A Devil's Love, an angry lover compares the one who abandoned her to an evil creature. At least, on the surface. She's conflicted, a mood that still longs for the one she once had. It's this conflict that sometimes plays out like a musical rhythm, hinting at a creeping madness and a long time obsession.
Twenty years ago a devil stole my soul. He came to me as a beast and I fell for him. He was sly. I could not see the warts and horns up on his head. He whispered words, I love you, and so I signed a pact. He had promised many luxuries, but it was just a cheap old ring. And on my wedding night, my legs had trembled, I felt his heat, and a momentary desire.
He took my soul and then he left me
Alone, I wait.
I wait.
I wait, I burn in pain, my heart in flames and tortured by his memory.
Published on November 28, 2017 11:46
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Tags:
charlotte-perkins-gilman, devil, heartbreak, love, prose
The Cryo-Freeze II
Michael is the author of several collections of short stories. Under pen name M. Duda, his titles include We Dream at Twilight and Whispers from the Grave.
His most recent story "The Sound of Blue" w Michael is the author of several collections of short stories. Under pen name M. Duda, his titles include We Dream at Twilight and Whispers from the Grave.
His most recent story "The Sound of Blue" was awarded Silver Honorable Mention from Writers of the Future. This has fueled his passion for writing fiction.
He lives in Ohio with his wife, three dogs and two cats. He writes because his cat hates him.
Visit him at www.authormichaelduda.com ...more
His most recent story "The Sound of Blue" w Michael is the author of several collections of short stories. Under pen name M. Duda, his titles include We Dream at Twilight and Whispers from the Grave.
His most recent story "The Sound of Blue" was awarded Silver Honorable Mention from Writers of the Future. This has fueled his passion for writing fiction.
He lives in Ohio with his wife, three dogs and two cats. He writes because his cat hates him.
Visit him at www.authormichaelduda.com ...more
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