Daily Archives: 9 March, 2012

Storie Game – 600 Words of Romance

Today’s Music: Scorpions – Rock You Like A Hurricane
Days Til Spring: 10
Vina’s Storie Book (Romance Edition) Challenge is underway. click for the Rules and Part 1
Hobbler contributed Part 2

Just a quick note – I don’t really write Romance. After reading the below, I’m pretty sure that’s a good thing.

So be it.
I tightened the leather armor around my broad, muscled chest. I drew my sword, stepping out from behind the jagged up thrust rock.
“Behold”, I announced, “I have come for my beloved.”
The tip of my sword spun decisively to the two craven fools holding her. I advanced upon them, as, sneering, they drew their weapons.
Hope cried out form within her cage – “My love!”
Was there fear in her quavering voice? I looked away from my opponents to take in her gorgeous visage, her locks of flaming red, the heaving of her bosom. The sight of her sweat besmirched décolletage, and the sadness and terror on her wide, engulfing eyes only spurred me to greater anger.
I raised my sword up high.
“Father” I bellowed. “Show yourself!”
The two guardsmen rushed at me. I dispatched one instantly with one shrewd flick of my wrist, my lean, sweat glistening limbs completing their appointed task..
His companion was more of a challenge.
We circled each other, the swarthy inner province man, his long dark hair swaying in waves as the moonlight glistened down upon us.
His eyes caught the light – glinting savagely, hungrily at me. I watched his body as his strong frame clenched, relaxed, clenched.
I found myself growing more tense as I watched for signs of what he would do, studying his handsome figure.
He came towards me, slowly.
For a moment, I was stunned, rooted to my spot by the power of his gaze.
What is this I was experiencing? What feelings were these as I imagined I could feel his hot, intamed breath against my soft cerulean skin?
I jerked my head, snapping out of it as he closed upon me.
Our swords clashed, each fighting for mastery over the other. Thrust, parry, recoil. Counterstrike.
A fluid, vital ballet, a dance with meanings layered within layers.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, taunting me. “Is this what love is to you? Giving your life for a woman?- I mean, a woman so easily captured?”
He stopped, unsure for a moment. My bare hand slapped at his free arm, grazing the wiry curls of hair draped on his arm. I seized his shoulder, spinning him around and coming up behind him, my arm sliding it’s sinewy way under his neck to press his back against my chest.
I heard Hope gasp. Turning to her, I saw her dainty hand covering the small moue of her raspberry red lips. The cage hadn’t been locked, and she surged out of it, her dress catching and ripping, leaving her alabaster legs exposed.
She ran over to me, fitting herself to me, under my sword arm.
She buried her head against me, the soft sound of tears muffled by the leather.
I felt my opponent writhe, seeking purchase and freedom, but I continued to overpower him. The three of us stood, our musky scents intertwining, rolling over each other.
I leaned even closer to the enemy, my hot breath on his ear.
“Where is my father?”
He stiffened, an involuntary reaction, But I felt it, his being betrayed by his own biology. I savored the moment of strength and control, the thrill of him answering to my will.
I leaned even closer, our sweat intermingling as I continued the moment of dominating intimacy.
“I’ll not ask again” I whispered, watching the thick locks of ear hair way in my breath.
Hope wriggled out from between us, her small, firm buttocks grinding against me as she escaped the overwhelming aroma of maleness.
She drew my dagger from my belt…

Part 4 is being handed off to Gillian Colbert.

Friday Foolishness – Early Riser Edition

Today’s Music: Molly Hatchet – Flirtin’ With Disaster
Days Til Spring: 11!!!

So much to cover, so short an attention span. So before I get distracted by snow monkeys, we should probably dive right in.
Many of you have heard of or participated in any of numerous writing challenges in the sphere.
Here’s one a bit different you might like – Vina Kent wants to do a Storie Game that’s new (to me), and could be a lot of fun.
edrevets explained to me very clearly why expatriates are weird, and morezennow took me to see possibly the worst doctor ever. Oh, and Lizzie Cracked put up a handy dandy checklist that is in your best interest to check out. (*UPDATE she got Freshly Pressed for this!!!)
Thanks to you guys and everyone else – you made it an interesting week!

But what you’re really wondering is DEAR GOD, WHY HAVEN’T THESE AWFUL POLLS STOPPED?!? What magnificent responses came in to last weeks I like my brains with… question?
Well, I’ll tell you! (As always, my comments are in italics.)
Open skulled Ray Liotta’s conversation.
(Wait a minute – I was supposed to listen to the dialogue in that scene???)
Scrambled eggs…which is what my brain feels like after a visit here. Alex A.
(Highest. Compliment. Ever.)
Beauty John Phillips
(Throw in a little “beast” and you’ve got a deal!)
A nice orange sauce
(Because you can never go wrong with a classic!)
no brussell sprouts, brains stay in the head, + I’ll take a tall Black&Tan 🙂
(It’s ok, I drink when I write these too.)
brussell sprouts, sauteed in butter with garlic; tall Black and Tan… janet
(see, the answers are much easier before the drink!)
Pinky, a hose and a rubber duck. Red.
(The boobs of the beast?)
I will need melba toast with mine..
(Ok, I’m in my 40s, so it’s time to ask, WHAT THE HELL IS MELBA?!?)
Tone naaa! Linda V
(But wouldn’t Tony sell the brains to pay his gambling debts?)
over medicated and marinated in irish whiskey with a side of retort. lizzie
(Do you mean pickled, lizziec?)
wait….pickled! or did I say that? lizzie
(Are you sure you haven’t been prepping your brain with this recipe?)
I have brains??!!?? Clearly you haven’t spoken to my mother!
(I have, and she is a lovely woman. And says I should tell you to call her already.)
…no, i actually don’t like my brain right now.
(I know how you feel. Mine occasionally crawls out of my ear and punches me in the face for some of the things I make it think…)
Head Cheese…great on crackers (sightsnbytes)
(Yep. They do things a little…differently in New Foundland…)
over easy with toast for dipping.
(This attraction to brains on crisp breads is a little disturbing…and mouthwatering!!!)
a side of humor and a cold beer. sandylikeabeach
(Yes, definitely need a sense of humor Around here. And the beer makes the polls go down so much easier!)

Here comes spring!!!

Also, the most popular choice form the ones offered was deep thoughts. And chocolate. So congrats to everyone who picked that. And for disturbing me even more. And congrats to Red for winning this week!
Ah, but fame is fleeting (trust me on this one!). Which means it’s time to move on…

As you all should know by now, Spring is my favorite season, and the first day of Spring is a big day on my calendar.Soon, the air will warm up, the sun will stay out deeper into the evening, and we’ll all be able to open our windows to let in the fresh air of renewal, the fragrant scents of new blooms, and of course, the sounds.
Which brings us to…

Voting closes Thursday, 15 March, at 2359.
And to send you on your way, video of people that have embraced the transition from Winter to Spring.
Have a great week, see you all on the flipside!