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secret, weapon, intelligent
When I was asked to go on this secret mission, I thought it was just my bad luck that I didn't have my favorite weapon, my 9mm pistol. Of course, I should have been intelligent enough to know that it was a double cross in the making.Next words: damnation,shocking,sensational
****8****Caution PG-13 content*********************Dear God! Jonas knew he wasn't going to be able to keep his hands to himself much longer. Watching his brother's wife dance for him had been sensational. Rooted to the chair he'd nearly gone numb as the last of her clothes hit the floor. For a moment in time they simply stared at each other. Her chest slick with sweat and heaving from the dance. His heaving with barely restrained desire. Shocking him into action with one word, "Please" was all she said as she held out her hand. 'So this is what the road to damnation feels like.' thought Jonas as he rose to embrace this seductress.
(so should have been broken into two paragraphs but wanted to keep it short. Certainly gives me an idea for a short story though...)
Next Words are: ostrich, camera, serial
The ostrich's decapitated head sits like a bloody boulder, half-concealed among the tall grass covering the ground of its enormous cage. The junior zookeeper tries to keep his stomach from emptying out as he frantically takes photos with a small digital camera. This is the third animal beheading they have experienced in a month, and the serial killings have everybody spooked.
dangerous, eliminate, trust
Ok, I gave almost a full 24 hours for someone else to give it a shot. I know it is dangerous to make assumptions. However, I trust that there will be a response in a more timely manner. It's not a contest from which you can be eliminated. Just write whatever comes to mind.Random words are: orphan, flowers, peppermint
The date was a disaster. No sugar coating that fact. I tried. Really I did. But he just didn't seem to get the fact that me popping a peppermint Altoid in my mouth did not mean he could attempt to taste it for himself without my permission. And I'm sorry, I try to keep an upbeat attitude (I was named Annie after the unflappable little orphan after all). But there's a point when that attitude starts to crack. Apparently my point occurred when he decided to go all octopus hands and paw all over me during the movie. I hauled off and smacked him with my little silver clutch purse. Wound up having to call a cab to get me home. Such a waste of make-up that date was. I didn't even get any flowers out of the deal. Random words: satin, ivy, spine
Well done Emily!"Ivy, when we told you to grow a spine, we didn't expect you to kick him out in nothin' but your pink satin bathrobe!"
"How did you know about the robe?"
"Brother's a cop, remember? He let me read the police report. Anyway, we are just happy you finally saw the light and kicked that two-timin' snake out. The next round is on me. C'mon girls, this here's a celebration!"
Words to use: doorway, bound, lead
I was heading upstairs when I saw him in the doorway. He was wearing nothing but a towel; which was wrapped so tightly around his waist I thought I would need a crowbar to strip it off of him. He looked at me with those hazel green eyes and asked me to come to bed. He didn’t need to form it in a question since he always knew I would be wherever he was. He lead me to the bed and dipped me down and started to nuzzle my neck. I was purring with delight when he decided to take it upon himself to get a few things from a drawer I never noticed. When he turned around he had look on his face that screamed BAD BOY. Looking down at the objects in his hand I knew what I was in for. Before asking, before speaking, he took my arms and bound them to bed; where I remained helpless (in a good way) for the next few hours. Lingering, statue, pillow
Hehe, took a minute to think about it and have a very nice idea for a plot actually, albiet a corny one...Walking down the hall she knows somthing is missing, but can not put her finger on what. She enters her bedroom and curls up on her bed holding tightly onto her pillow as she would a lover. As she falls asleep she knows she will have the dream again. The dream she can never quite remember. When she wakes up she still has the faint taste of him lingering on her lips, if only she could remember who he is. Just then a snapshot of her earlier walk replays in her mind. The statue , it was missing. The statue is him, he came to life...
That's a pretty cute paragraph, LeeAnna.You forgot to post the next three random words.
oops, you're right, my mistake.Next three random words.
Velvet, Ice, Ocean
I long for the warm embrace of death. Then I will get to see her again. Hotaru. *I can't breath. Oh God it hurts so much.* Why? Why did you take her from me?What if there is no God? What if there is nothing more? Well, it doesn't matter anymore. There's nothing more for me here now. But what if there's another plan? No. There is nothing more for me. *Let go of the last of it. That's it. Blow it all out.*
'Come back to America with me.' I enticed her. She gave up her job and her home to be with me. 'Be my wife.' I pleaded. She gave up her family to love me. 'Let's take another bottle of champagne to the beach and make love under the stars.' I begged her. She gave up her life to fulfill my fantasy. *I. Can't. Breathe.*
I saw my beautiful Hotaru wade into the surf warm and happy. I also saw the search party pull her from the ocean in the early light of dawn. No warmth or color left in her. A block of ice with a passing resemblance to my wife. I refused to believe it at first. *I can untie the weights and swim to the surface. No. It is better this way. Is this what it was like for her?*
Look at how the bubbles hover before they float away from me. They look like cherry blossoms floating on a sea of black velvet. The way they sparkle, maybe they are more like fireflies. I want my firefly. Hotaru, I'm coming.
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Not the happiest of stories, but what came to mind this morning. The next three words are:
virus, kiss, dusk
With the fall of dusk, Liliane knew that the virus would once again take control of her mind and body. Just once she longed to be able to give a simple kiss and to receive the adoration and respect of the man she adored. sushi....tornado...levitate
"Damn sushi." Chance mumbled under his breath while leaving yet another one of the business lunches with the women execs in his firm. Next time he was picking the restaurant and the only thing raw on his plate would be the dripping red insides of his rare steak. He got into his pick up and noticed the skies ahead darkening. Looked like tornado weather. Why did they always levitate toward his spread? He had better get home and batten the hatches. He ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation. But first he was hitting a drive thru, he needed some real meat in his system. He chuckled as he thought of using that as a pick up line the next time the women in suits invited him to another one of their power lunches. That would be sure to put a knot in their friggin' granny panties. Spaghetti ... kitten ... television
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Sorry, this is hocky ... but its been ages since I've written for fun Finally Teagan gets a chance to relax after a long shift chasing punk-ass kids, dealing foul mouthed PTA Moms' and riding with a grumpy training officer.
She parks herself on the couch in front of the television with a big plate of spaghetti. The biggest decision she has to make tonight is ‘sexy doctors’ and ‘hunky vampires’. Doctor’s it is, she’s waited all day for a date with … WTF happened to McSteamy; instead she recorded soft porn with a bunch of Hugh's Kittens. Great!
sunset ~ plane ~ dog
Amelia was more excited and scared than she'd ever been in her whole life. She was going to meet her biological father in persone. While Tom O'Neil had been her father for the last 18 years of her life, and a good father at that, she had known since she was old enough to look into a mirror and understand that he was not her biological father. The almond shaped brown eyes, black straight hair, and dark complexion had nothing to do with dad's blue eyes, red hair, and freckled pale skin. The resemblance to Maria was impossible to deny. But she never questioned her parents. She'd tried to bring it up several times over the years but somehow was always too afraid to actually ask the questions that mattered. Or maybe they didn't matter at all. She was happy and her parents loved her. What more could she ask for?But on her 18th birthday the lawyer had shown up at the house with a bunch of papers. She now had a trust fund with 1.8 Million USD that had been set up and accruing since the day of her birth. That was hers no matter what she decided. However, if she would go and live with her biological father for one year with no contact with anyone from her former life she would receive an additional 36 Million USD. 'That's two million dollars for each year you were kept from your true father.' the lawyer had explained. The lawyer had also provided a stack of letters postmarked the first of every month with an additional letter on Christmas, her birthday, and May 9th every year. She hadn't gotten to read the letters yet, but she was dying to find out what happened on May 9th that it should be so commemorated. The last thing the lawyer had promised was an open and honest answer to any questions she had. At any time she could decide to leave and go back home and transportation would be provided. But no additional money would come her way if she left or tried to contact her parents. But if she refused to come now, no information about her father would be forthcoming.
Given only 12 hours to make the life altering decision. "Hell," Amelia thought "no matter what I'd decided it was life altering." As much as her parents had screamed and cried and begged her not to go, they had told four different stories in as many hours about who this mystery man was and why they didn't tell her any of this before now.
So Amelia sat looking out at the blinking light on the wing tip during the most frightening plane trip of her life. She suddenly felt more alone than ever. Did she make the wrong decision? What was the mystery 'father' like? Who was he? How did he get all of that money? How did he meet her mother? What was the house like? Did he have any pets? Did he like dogs? What was she going to eat? Did she have any half brothers or sisters? and a million other questions kept pinging around inside of her mind. The only answers she had right now were that the next sunset she was going to see would be in the land of the rising sun. Well, since sleep was out, maybe she could start getting some answers from the letters.
Tearing open the first one, Amelia was happy that it was in English. She didn't know the first thing about Japan, let alone the language. She began to read.
"My dearest daughter. Unless your mother or I have died, or your mother undergoes a drastic change of heart, it will be many years until you read this..."
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Probably needs a re-read and an attack of an editor's touch, but I've been up for almost 24 hours and am finally sleepy. So goodnight.
and lest you think I've forgotten,
Dreams ~ Silk ~ Music
Here's my story (English is not my first language, so I think I've made some mistakes, but here it goes) :Lately I’ve been having these dreams that I can’t get out of my head. They are all set in different places, I’m wearing different clothes, but there is one common element in each of them : a stranger whose face I can’t see.
Sometimes in my dream I’m standing in a badly lit room, wearing a white silk dress. Classical music is playing softly in the background and I see a male figure in front of me. I can’t make out his features, he doesn’t move or speak, but I feel this strange longing to embrace him, to taste his lips, to dissolve myself in him. I reach for him with my hand , but he’s just a ghost, my palm goes right through him.
Other times I’m walking down the beach after sunset in a light summer dress. The light breeze plays with my long hair, the sand tickles my bare feet. I take the stranger’s hand in mine and we walk together, but his hand is transparent, he’s like a shadow walking next to me, still his presence makes me feel warm inside.
Another variation of it is being in a dark forest, surrounded by trees. The same mysterious guy is there, appearing behind every tree I pass.
And then I wake up. It’s morning, the sun shines on my face, I get up, move around my apartment and secretly wish the dream could go on forever.
Next post : loneliness, red, attraction
As the sun set, a burning red, almost a bleeding scarlet in colour, she whispers a sigh. The loneliness she keeps experiencing proves fatal for her self-esteem.Why is it that the only men she attracts are dull, filth or only-after-one-thing? Yet, the only man she feels an attraction towards, Jacob, ignores any attempt at seduction? What is it she lacks?
Next post: Coffee, motorcycle, lipstick
The hot man got off his motorcycle, took off his helmet, and shook his head like they do in those Hollywood movies. Her heart pounded while she wait inside the coffee shop. Is this the man she was supposed to meet? Is this what the psychic meant? Quickly she took out a mirror to check her makeup and lipstick. All good. Let the psychic be right.Next post: iPhone, bra, water
She smiled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her white see-through shirt and satin bra couldn't conceal her marvelous slender body, the mascara accentuated her large blue eyes and not a single wrinkle marred her pretty face. She was very good at disguising her true thoughts and emotions. “No one will ever find out the truth,” Rebecca thought, reaching for the toothbrush. There was nothing criminal about her act, the man got what he deserved. Her alibi was very solid, besides, who would suspect that she had a dark side? Who would think that those delicate hands could grip a gun and pull the trigger without the slightest hesitation? Who was twisted enough to imagine that those glassy eyes and blood congealed on the pavement could be her fault? The woman spat the toothpaste into the sink, rinsed her mouth, turned off the water and left the bathroom to answer her ringing iPhone in a calm and sweet voice.
Next post: wolf, seldom, realize.
"Wolf!" Yelled Samantha as she quickly scrambled back into her stroller. As the big yellow lab lumbered closer on the end of his red leash, the little girl squealed again. "Daddy!"Daniel did his best to bend down to comfort the little girl. It was hard to do much in the brace. "It's OK Sammie. It's just Duke. You know Duke won't hurt you."
To prove his point, Duke sat down panting in front of the pair as Janet Spindler, the person on the other end of that red leash, stopped in front of the pair. "Sammie, what's this about calling Duke a wolf?"
Michael unfolded himself to lessen the pain a bit. "Janet." Said Michael nodding with a bit of a smile for a greeting. "Her grandparents let her watch Babe the other day. Now everything that isn't a sheep is a 'wolf'."
The kindly woman sat down on the sidewalk in front of the stroller and took the dogs head on her lap. "Sammie, you've seen Duke lots of times. You used to ride on his back sometimes in my living room when your mom would..." She trailed off immediately when she realized what she'd said. Looking up she saw the tear slide down the man's face. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"It's okay." he interrupted, voice thick with emotion. "You were always a good friend to Amy." Pausing, unsure if he could hold it together. "We'll we should be going. I'm supposed to walk a mile as part of my therapy now that I'm out of the hospital. It's a lot longer than I remember it being."
Janet gave Samantha a kiss on the forehead before rising to her feet. "Michael, I just want you to know how sorry I am. The accident took someone from all of us." She looked around for some way to make it better. "Look, since Chuck moved in with Big Boobs I seldom get the opportunity to cook for anyone else. Why don't the two of you come over for dinner some night this week? Tonight even."
As much as the pain weighed on his heart, he smiled at the nickname Amy and Janet used for Chuck's former secretary and new wife. "We'll see. Amy's parents have been helping out this past month. With the funeral and..." He looked around lost once again in grief. "Well, we'll talk to you again soon." He croaked out before starting off in his limping gait down the sidewalk again.
New words:
shower, sunshine, mailbox
She always thought that when someone's world fell apart, the world would somehow reflect the grief eating inside you. A shower of rain and sky full of gloom would go a long way to helping her wallow in her misery. Pulling the car into the driveway, she hesitated for a moment, though she knew there was no one home. The steps that led up to the door of the house looked exactly the same as it did days ago, the last time she had come to see him. When she said goodbye that night they kissed on those steps long enough for it to look indecent to his neighbors. There was a stab of pain at that memory. Pain that was becoming familiar for her. When she had planned on coming here she hadn't realized the raw torture of seeing the memories that would stain every inch of his house.
Quickly, before she chickened out, she shut off the car and stepped out into the bright sunshine. There was just one thing she needed to grab out of her trunk. She had bought it as a silly engagement gift to remember their first date by and was here to return it. She was grasping at the hope that this would give her closure.
The sun seared her delicate skin as she made her way to the edge of the walkway. She stopped next to the mailbox and traced the gothic numbers that adorned it. 235. She closed her eyes. That was supposed to have been her address. Now she guessed it would belong to them. His address and that other woman. Her jaw tightened as that oh so familiar pain was wringing her heart again. It seized her for just a moment before she remembered what she was here to do. She stepped back and pulled the bat back to take aim. This was where she was going to start.
Next: puzzle, perfume, anniversary
She used to be his favourite puzzle, a mystery encased in a gorgeous body. She blinded him, trapped him in the cocoon of her sweet lies, won his love and trust just to throw it back in his face.
He felt like the luckiest man on Earth standing at the altar next to a woman who captured his heart and transformed his life.
He killed her on the first anniversary of their marriage.
He remembered her glittering eyes and a radiant smile when he gave her a bottle of Clive Christian's "Imperial Majesty", her ardent kiss as a perfect substitute of a “thank you”.
The lovely smell of her perfume, the only thing that gave an illusion of life to her corpse, seemed like poison to him now, it choked him and made the unbidden memories invade his mind.
She was a rose in bloom, crimson for her vivacity, the sweet fragrance resembling her irresistible charm, a long stalk similar to her tall stature ,green leaves like her emerald eyes, thorns (the lies and secrets) and roots that she planted in his heart, growing deeper as time passed.
Now she was dead, a withered flower lying on the floor of his penthouse.
The summer ended so abruptly, the relentless time leaving nothing but a dessicated remnant of the past beauty.
Next post : forest, insomnia, darkness.
She began to run through the forest. She wanted to run away from insomnia which has been taking her body and soul for 5 years now. She felt safe in the darkness of the forest.Cherries, Rose, Sunshine
Rose basked in the unexpected sunshine, unwisely hoping for a tan so late in the year. She picked up one of the cherries she had picked early that day, each one ripe, and blood red. Cherries. Mid-winter. Why did that fail to make her question the laws of nature?Camera, scissors, ashes
The camera was set . She grabbed her scissors and began cutting her hair . Now it was shoulder-leveled . She smiled . Then , she took the strands and put them into the fire . She watched them burn , consumed by the merciless fire until there was only ashes .Next : silence , fairy , waltz
In the eerie silence, whispers could be heard, burning embers could be seen and the stink of desperation was evident. Yet, the fairy danced. She swept across the ballroom, seeing only what she sought. She closed her eyes and danced a lonely waltz.Follow, Written, Tears
* Lovely writing Fahmida , just what I had hoped to read :) What was going to happen ? Will he follow her ? She certainly hoped so . She felt like she was walking on thin ice . She tried to remember what she had written . She envisoned the letter in her mind and struggled not to cry . Futile effort . The tears came as soon as she opened her eyes and stained her sweet face .
Next : Masquerade , Lover , Duchess
Thank you Selena =)Masquerade ball. Like I've got the time, what with all dilemma at the Courts. Regardless, I've got to go, make an appearance, keep up the charade and re-entice my straying lover. But as usual, my efforts will be undoubtedly hopeless, especially since that siren of a Duchess started tightening her corsets. (As if it needed tightening)
Glasses, marriage, motivation
Glasses, marriage, motivationShe instinctively tried to tug on her shirt to wipe her glasses that had fogged up again only to remember that she wasn’t wearing a shirt. Looking down, a long flowing blood red ball gown was molded to her body. Half an hour ago the many servants finished using their unfamiliar hands to push and poke and shove body parts into this monstrosity. Tracing over the elaborate embroidered black vine patterns with her brittle fingers, she occupied her mind with childish dreams to try to push the reality of her day away. Dreams she had had of a perfect wedding day – an elegant man waiting at the front of the church while she walked in slowly showing off her flowing white gown – things that were never going to happen. Clamping down on her emotions so that she didn’t ruin her perfectly made up face, ghost tears filled her eyes threatening to spill over and make her lose control. With a tenacity that she didn’t know she possessed, she fitted her glasses firmly on the bridge of her nose in defiance. The motivation to make this work was in her every cell, the very cells that were betraying her. There were so many things left undone; she had a plan and her body wanted to ruin that plan. Dying at 23 was never in the plan, but that’s what her body was doing and it was doing it too quickly. She wanted to live – really live and experience things outside of the hospital. A fear so great that she. . .
“His highness is ready,” a gravelly voice boomed behind her. Taking a deep breath she followed it into the throne room, her gown rustling with her every step. Everything was decorated elegantly with red roses and a black vine pattern as an accent – the same pattern as on her tailored dress. Stopping in front of the throne, she looked down with a gulp. The sight of him was already burned into her brain, invading her thoughts and her nightmares.
She knelt down in front of the throne and the imp continued in his gravelly voice that echoed off the stone walls, “We present the marriage of Satan, Lord of the Underworld, to . . .”
New words:
hoax, grip, brew
She gripped the brew ,drank deeply and prayed it was all a hoax . Surely no one would turn purple just by drinking a brew!
I woke up gasping. It was the same nightmare I had every night, ever since I was found by the headmaid at the doorstep of master's mansion, The Walester Mansion. I got out of bed and went, silently, to the mirror near my bed. Not wanting to wake my roommate, Marline, from her sleep.The window at the other side of the room shows me that the sun has not yet come out, but the light of the horizon was, and it is enough to see when riding. So I switch a small light above the mirror and saw my own reflection. Braided dark brown hair, with some of it coming out, and a look of exhaustion in those violet eyes that the other maids say were foreboding.
It was hard not to look away, so I washed my face with cold water and changed my clothing to a proper riding clothes.
No one would mind if I went riding on the master's horse for awhile, I thought, and I'll come back before anyone knows that I went.
I tip-toed to the stables and took the saddle at the gate of the grey horse.
"Hello, Abbey" I greeted the master's favourite horse, which no one but the stableman and master comes near. And me, but no one knows that. I opened the gate to the horse, put the saddle on the back of Abbey and rode off.
The morning fog was moist and cold on my skin, as I rode up a hill and went through the near forest. All concerns were gone from my mind, until something, or more precisely someone, caught her eye.
Next words: betrayed, loved, revenge
I felt so betrayed! They had taken my favourite chef's salad off of the menu. I loved that salad. I ordered three hamburgers and a side of onion rings and a reuben sandwich. When it arrived I took the lettace and tomatos from the hamburgers, and put it on my plate. I sprinkled it with crushed onion rings and scraped the sauce from the reuban for the dressing. I had made my own chef salad and got my revenge.New words: jaded, flounce, stunning
What a fucking cliche. Coming home on day three of a week long trip to surprise my wife. Someone's car in the driveway. Slipping into the house and hearing noises coming from the bedroom. Yep, the best man from our wedding and my wife. Like I said, a fucking cliche.Betrayed by our loved ones? Oldest story in the book. But what to do about it is the real question. Do I seek some form of revenge? Against whom? Not gonna play that game.
I slowly walk over to the dresser and reach into the top drawer. I can feel the cool comforting weight in my hand as I draw it from the holster.
I wonder what prison food really tastes like.
Next words: Balloon, view, picnic
We were working on the same one at the same time Photojim!Okay here goes.
As I floated over head in a hot air balloon I saw it and my heart sank. What a view!. He was stretched out on a blanket with another woman having a....a.... picnic . I grabbed a sand bag and opened it up. Dripping over the side the sand splashed the picnicers and all of the food. Take that i yelled.
New words. jaded. flounce. stunning
Well, I am enjoying this game so will play by myself for a while.The jaded princess known as Stephanie, knew she was nice, knew she was pretty but not beautiful, knew she was intellegent but no one SAW her. So she would put up her chin and just carry on! She flounced from the ladies room and walked into the conference room. They were all there now. As she looked around at her new clients she was floored as the most stunning man she had ever seen looked up at her.
next words: sparkling, glass, tablet
wow.. that seems like the beginning of a novel I'd wanna read!Once upon a time in a faraway land lived a beautiful princess named Clare, who was soon to be married off to a 60-yr old man whom she did not love. Clare loved the Prince of Remington Lucas who was also her father's archenemy. The night before her wedding Clare ran away from the castle and visited the town witch gave her a magical blue tablet and told her that if she swallowed the tablet with a glass of water from the sparkling Love river she would travel to a far away island never to be disturbed by anyone forever in the arms of her beloved.
New words : sword, ruffled and sandstorm
Here she was again. Cleaning the **** sword collection. Some new ones she noticed. The second last one to be done was so pitted it looked like it had been caught in a sandstorm. Where had her employer got that one, she wondered. She picked up the last one. The hand cage was solid gold, the upper blade was etched in silver. It started to glow in her hand. Before she could drop it a man's hand with a ruffled cuffed began to appear in the cage. Then an arm. Then...
having so much fun, forgot the next words.helmet, furs, stone path
He was huge! Well over six feet tall and with his metal helmet probably closer to seven. The furs he wore over his shoulders made them seem impossibly wide and strong. She had never seen a more handsome face, he was....beautiful. Suddenly without a word he reached for her, drawing her up in arms as big as small trees. "Do not fear me" he whispered in her ear as he carried her up the stone path toward the castle above.silk, smoke, lightning
Thank you Reetuparna, I will say exactly the same about your story... come back need more. ;)pant pant... More Sharon more!
The lightning flashed almost non stop. The rain pelted down. Her silk blouse was plastered to her body, soaked through and through..... "Should have put on a bra or at least a teddy this morning" she mumbled to no one. Racing over a hill she noticed a faint wisp of smoke rising from a chimney not too far away. "Shelter and help" she yelled to the raging gods above. She approached the Heavy oak double doors with trepidation. She knocked. The most handsome and sexy man she had ever seen opened the door. "How can I make your night better pretty lady?" he said in a low confident voice.
mast, singing, hot sun
The sudden sway of the sailboat jarred Sherry from her daydreams. "Oh my God, what the hell is happening" an inner voiced screamed inside her head. Just as the same voice was about to tell her that all this was just a bad dream, the sailboats' wooden mast broke with a terrible cracking sound and started to fall, the boat shuddered, it was going to capsize. Everyone aboard seemed to be moving in slow motion. It was all so surreal. Sherry scrambled from her deck chair, her brain finally realizing that she was in grave danger.But it was too late, the water suddenly splashed around her, she couldn't breathe, much less think. She tried to fight her way back to the surface but her lungs were bursting, they felt like they were filled with fire. Sherry knew she was going to die, she felt her limbs go limp, without oxygen her body was useless she couldn't get to the surface in time, she knew it was over for her. But then a feeling of calmness over took her, a serenity she had never experienced before. Maybe it would be okay after all. She could feel the hot sun on her skin, she could hear the whales singing in the distance. " So is this what death is like"? she wondered. "Or am I still dreaming"?....
pickles, diamonds, snow
Sharon sat watching a new commercial. She leaped up and screamed enthusiastically,"Fantastic, they are bringing back the fried dill pickle chips that I love so much. Hope I won't have to sell the family diamonds to get them." She grabbed her car keys and ran out the front door on her way to buy some. As she ran she thought that perhaps she needed a new man in her life because this food fetish was getting to be a little much. She gazed at the front yard of her neighbour and came to a screeching halt. A tall man in a kilt, had a sword raised and was about the chop off the head of the tall, realistic snowman the neighbour's son had made.tatoo, shifter pink
Breezy was a shifter and proud of it. She was the alpha female of the Lakeside Pack. Still unmated, she was beginning to give up on that score. The alpha male was getting old and would soon be challanged. but not by her. He was her father. Today she had to get the pack tatoo. She had been putting it off, just too much else to do, but today she had to go to the city and get it done. Grabbing her pink leather coat she left her home and headed for the car. "I wonder what adventures await me in the big smog?" she thought.letter, pond, duke
She had said Yes! She was the most amazing woman he could remember. Skin like warm velvet, an imagination so wild that life would never be dull. Her figure, perfect to his way of thinking. Will carried the envelope to his isolated bench by the pond. He was a Duke but she did not seem to mind one way or the other... so perfect. He pulled the letter from the envelope and read fearful words."I love you so much, but...
blood SEAL jungle
This one is more like a writing exercise, but I think it will be fun just to see what we can come up with.
To start, there will be three random words provided by the previous poster. The purpose of the game is to use all three words within a coherent sentence, several sentences or a full paragraph. When done, post your work, and then select another 3 random words for the next poster. Easy enough?
Here is an example:
wine, temptress, triumph
With a smile that can rival any temptress, she silently raised her wine glass, an invitation as blatant if she had posted a signpost on her chest saying, "I'm interested. Come get me." The answering need in his eyes quickened her pulse, and she did not hide the triumph in her face.
This is just a game, so any level of writing skill is fine. Not looking for perfection, not here to nitpick your grammar or spelling, just interested what random scenes or ideas will spring to mind, triggered by the words selected.