Writing Challenge: 50 Words -- With a Twist
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Honey - money - funny
Her pink lips sipped honey mead, as wedding minstrels played. Father spent good money on her dowry to a funny old count from Northern Lands. Yet she enchanted me. She glowed, though the softness of her skin lay the nervousness of our coming consummation leaving her all the more beautiful.
kind + mind + find
Her pink lips sipped honey mead, as wedding minstrels played. Father spent good money on her dowry to a funny old count from Northern Lands. Yet she enchanted me. She glowed, though the softness of her skin lay the nervousness of our coming consummation leaving her all the more beautiful.
kind + mind + find
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Kind | Mind | Find
It was a saying as old as the hills. “A Beautiful Mind”. Yet in her case, to say so was being rather kind. To find someone more beautiful than Tina would be difficult. However, the woman was dumber than a box of rocks. But, damn! That Tina could certainly fuck!
Understanding | Mindful | Perchance
It was a saying as old as the hills. “A Beautiful Mind”. Yet in her case, to say so was being rather kind. To find someone more beautiful than Tina would be difficult. However, the woman was dumber than a box of rocks. But, damn! That Tina could certainly fuck!
Understanding | Mindful | Perchance
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Understanding | Mindful | Perchance
We slip between the stack, hand in hand. Mindful of the cameras, perchance the security guard may awake, we find the dark corner. Our corner. Musty library smells are the aphrodisiac of our love. We kiss, understanding this illicit affair could end us both. Tonight, we write the next chapter.
exhibition | demonstration | space
We slip between the stack, hand in hand. Mindful of the cameras, perchance the security guard may awake, we find the dark corner. Our corner. Musty library smells are the aphrodisiac of our love. We kiss, understanding this illicit affair could end us both. Tonight, we write the next chapter.
exhibition | demonstration | space
Exposition / Demonstration / Space
The timing was right: at the Bomb Exposition during a demonstration of what was said to be the loudest chemical explosion in history. The space was right: a couch in an unused conference room. He hoisted her ankles over his shoulders, counted down, said, “cum as loud as you want.”
fleece / coal / whisky
The timing was right: at the Bomb Exposition during a demonstration of what was said to be the loudest chemical explosion in history. The space was right: a couch in an unused conference room. He hoisted her ankles over his shoulders, counted down, said, “cum as loud as you want.”
fleece / coal / whisky
fleece / coal / whisky
Ejaculate flowed down the coal-smudged handprints on her pale skin. Her back and hips were nearly black as the last miner covered her in warm fleece before sharing his bottle of whisky. Few would survive the emergency evacuation to the Earth's core, least of all her, a slave nicknamed 'Canary'.
color ■ index ■ combinations
Ejaculate flowed down the coal-smudged handprints on her pale skin. Her back and hips were nearly black as the last miner covered her in warm fleece before sharing his bottle of whisky. Few would survive the emergency evacuation to the Earth's core, least of all her, a slave nicknamed 'Canary'.
color ■ index ■ combinations
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color ■ index ■ combinations
She processed the feelings, ran through the combinations, it must an index-finger. It’s articulations eased the tightness apart permitting the digit to progress deeper. Her eyes, blindfolded, still imagined flashes of colour, as synesthetically her brain struggled to make sense of the signals it was receiving.
What a way to wake up!
Breeze / Torment / Alien
She processed the feelings, ran through the combinations, it must an index-finger. It’s articulations eased the tightness apart permitting the digit to progress deeper. Her eyes, blindfolded, still imagined flashes of colour, as synesthetically her brain struggled to make sense of the signals it was receiving.
What a way to wake up!
Breeze / Torment / Alien
Breeze / Torment / Alien
Morrin tried to forget the torment of losing his appendage as they affixed the prosthetic. Somehow, it didn't feel alien. "It'll be a breeze to get an erection...and you'll feel sensation," the nurse said. "Wanna try it?" She leaned over and pulled down her scrubs. She'd not worn panties.
pomegranate ■ liquid ■ enhancer
Morrin tried to forget the torment of losing his appendage as they affixed the prosthetic. Somehow, it didn't feel alien. "It'll be a breeze to get an erection...and you'll feel sensation," the nurse said. "Wanna try it?" She leaned over and pulled down her scrubs. She'd not worn panties.
pomegranate ■ liquid ■ enhancer
pomegranate ■ liquid ■ enhancer
"Pomegranate?" asked Persephone, "eat that? are you kidding? It's nothing but seeds."
"That's kinda the point," said Hades, her kidnapper/husband. "Think of it as a, let's say, a symbolic enhancer for my otherwise prodigous abilities."
"This better not be like that liquid love potion you keep demanding I swallow."
paradiddle ■ scorch ■ cur
"Pomegranate?" asked Persephone, "eat that? are you kidding? It's nothing but seeds."
"That's kinda the point," said Hades, her kidnapper/husband. "Think of it as a, let's say, a symbolic enhancer for my otherwise prodigous abilities."
"This better not be like that liquid love potion you keep demanding I swallow."
paradiddle ■ scorch ■ cur
paradiddle ■ scorch ■ cur
The breeze carried the scent of burnt earth and pomegranate—the fragrance of the succubus sent to scorch and torment his flesh. Her high-heels tapped an impatient paradiddle as the injection plungers filled his cock with the alien liquid, an enhancer to keep him hard as the hellish cur-bitch fed.
naked ■ green ■ machine
The breeze carried the scent of burnt earth and pomegranate—the fragrance of the succubus sent to scorch and torment his flesh. Her high-heels tapped an impatient paradiddle as the injection plungers filled his cock with the alien liquid, an enhancer to keep him hard as the hellish cur-bitch fed.
naked ■ green ■ machine
naked ■ green ■ machine
Naked, mindless aggression rolled over her village again as the war ebbed and flowed, the land tortured and crushed by numberless machines spitting fire. But to her, waiting among the ruins, whether it was Friz or Ivan, it didn't matter, the color of the Ruble and the Deutschmark were green.
carbine ■ carabiner ■ carabou
Naked, mindless aggression rolled over her village again as the war ebbed and flowed, the land tortured and crushed by numberless machines spitting fire. But to her, waiting among the ruins, whether it was Friz or Ivan, it didn't matter, the color of the Ruble and the Deutschmark were green.
carbine ■ carabiner ■ carabou
carbine ■ carabiner ■ carabou (caribou?)
Pop. Pop. Pop. The prostitute's gum snapped like a fired carbine rifle. The clerk sighed dramatically and took the proffered C-note before taking a key off of the carabiner. "Here. Let's not act like a pack of caribou in rut this time. Keep the semen off the carpet, please."
organized ■ fissure ■ secrets
Pop. Pop. Pop. The prostitute's gum snapped like a fired carbine rifle. The clerk sighed dramatically and took the proffered C-note before taking a key off of the carabiner. "Here. Let's not act like a pack of caribou in rut this time. Keep the semen off the carpet, please."
organized ■ fissure ■ secrets
organized ■ fissure ■ secrets
Organized resistance to the Evil Empire Trope was breaking down, again. The Good-Guy Rebel Movement was about to fissure into little competing groups, again; secrets were bought or betrayed, again. The Space Gestapo was poised to roll up the whole enchilada, again.
Pudelhund ■ warbonnet ■ spitfire
Star Wars
Episode IX -XII
The Last Fanboys
Episode IX -XII
The Last Fanboys
Organized resistance to the Evil Empire Trope was breaking down, again. The Good-Guy Rebel Movement was about to fissure into little competing groups, again; secrets were bought or betrayed, again. The Space Gestapo was poised to roll up the whole enchilada, again.
Pudelhund ■ warbonnet ■ spitfire
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Pudelhund ■ warbonnet ■ spitfire ((Holy Random Big Words, Batman))
“We were playing sex game scrabble?”
“Yeah? How’d it go?”
“His pants came off with warbonnet. Mine with polecat. He thought he would make me give him a blow job with spitfire; but I outscored him with a pudelhund.”
“Nice one. What did you make him do?”
“Clean the bathroom.”
holester - feather - wind
“We were playing sex game scrabble?”
“Yeah? How’d it go?”
“His pants came off with warbonnet. Mine with polecat. He thought he would make me give him a blow job with spitfire; but I outscored him with a pudelhund.”
“Nice one. What did you make him do?”
“Clean the bathroom.”
holester - feather - wind
holester (holster?) - feather - wind
She floated across the lounge in a short, clingy red cocktail dress with plunging neckline and spaghetti straps, light as a feather on a summer breeze. “I’m going to wind up dead,” he knew this for a certainty, “unless I can figure out where she’s hiding that concealed carry holster.”
harrier / Speyside / poppy
She floated across the lounge in a short, clingy red cocktail dress with plunging neckline and spaghetti straps, light as a feather on a summer breeze. “I’m going to wind up dead,” he knew this for a certainty, “unless I can figure out where she’s hiding that concealed carry holster.”
harrier / Speyside / poppy
harrier / Speyside / poppy
Emboldened by Speyside scotch, the trapper's spitfire wife rode him, her cheeks poppy-red, as she gyrated upon his loaded gun inside her tight holster. He imagined her a native harrier in a wind-blown, feather-adorned warbonnet, determined to conquer him—which she did when he came, growling like a rabid Pudelhund.
quiver ■ loops ■ masticate
Emboldened by Speyside scotch, the trapper's spitfire wife rode him, her cheeks poppy-red, as she gyrated upon his loaded gun inside her tight holster. He imagined her a native harrier in a wind-blown, feather-adorned warbonnet, determined to conquer him—which she did when he came, growling like a rabid Pudelhund.
quiver ■ loops ■ masticate
quiver ■ loops ■ masticate
The woman was shocked, speechless for a long minute, before erupting in anger, “Holy shit, I said ‘masticate,’ you stupid moron,” as she picked loops of cum out of her hair. But in spite of the unexpected bath, she felt her pussy quiver, shyly asked, “can you do that again?”
harpoon ■ shemagh ■ Achtung!
The woman was shocked, speechless for a long minute, before erupting in anger, “Holy shit, I said ‘masticate,’ you stupid moron,” as she picked loops of cum out of her hair. But in spite of the unexpected bath, she felt her pussy quiver, shyly asked, “can you do that again?”
harpoon ■ shemagh ■ Achtung!
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Harpoon | Shemagh | Achtung!
She wrapped the shemagh around her in an attempt to keep him from noticing her very feminine profile. The action had the opposite effect.
“Achtung!” The guard pushed her against the table, flipping her dress up over her back to shove his cock in like a harpoon in a seal.
Ripped | Jack | Street
She wrapped the shemagh around her in an attempt to keep him from noticing her very feminine profile. The action had the opposite effect.
“Achtung!” The guard pushed her against the table, flipping her dress up over her back to shove his cock in like a harpoon in a seal.
Ripped | Jack | Street
Ripped | Jack | Street
When the Jack of Hearts fell on sixth street, she knew it probably made her would-be assassin’s trip jacks and fouled her flush draw. She was doomed. Faced with only one remaining option, she ripped off her blouse and sang Angel of the Morning in an attempt to distract him.
harrier | breakdown | mackerel
When the Jack of Hearts fell on sixth street, she knew it probably made her would-be assassin’s trip jacks and fouled her flush draw. She was doomed. Faced with only one remaining option, she ripped off her blouse and sang Angel of the Morning in an attempt to distract him.
harrier | breakdown | mackerel
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harrier | breakdown | mackerel
"I feel the breakdown in our marriage began when Helen insisted I wear my scuba gear any time we had sex. Yeah, wetsuit, air tank, flippers...the works. It's like fishing for mackerel from a Harrier jet - sure, you can, but it's impractical as all get out."
"Fetishists. It's always something."
ovation - oration - aeration
"I feel the breakdown in our marriage began when Helen insisted I wear my scuba gear any time we had sex. Yeah, wetsuit, air tank, flippers...the works. It's like fishing for mackerel from a Harrier jet - sure, you can, but it's impractical as all get out."
"Fetishists. It's always something."
ovation - oration - aeration
ovation - oration - aeration
I know she’s your sister, but please tell her that she doesn’t get a standing ovation for giving head. I mean, it’s not like Sir Laurence Olivier delivering a Shakespeare oration, especially when her best efforts always feel like a stream of tiny bubbles blown from an aquarium aeration stone.
inverted - flask - flare
I know she’s your sister, but please tell her that she doesn’t get a standing ovation for giving head. I mean, it’s not like Sir Laurence Olivier delivering a Shakespeare oration, especially when her best efforts always feel like a stream of tiny bubbles blown from an aquarium aeration stone.
inverted - flask - flare
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inverted - flask - flare
She had the flare for the pathetic. A washed up nothing, spending her mornings slinging hash and sneaking sips from her flask. Afternoons bellied up at Joe’s. Good nights sleeping in her own bed, bad nights in someone else’s. He left and inverted her world, and she now had this.
dinner - movie - date
She had the flare for the pathetic. A washed up nothing, spending her mornings slinging hash and sneaking sips from her flask. Afternoons bellied up at Joe’s. Good nights sleeping in her own bed, bad nights in someone else’s. He left and inverted her world, and she now had this.
dinner - movie - date
dinner - movie - date
He sat at an empty table in his saloon, wearing a white dinner jacket decades out of date, the hero in his own noir movie, drinking to the tinkle of a piano and waiting for Ingrid Bergman to walk through the doors. And he would wait, and wait, and wait.
Zinderneuf - Shangri-La - merlin (bird)
He sat at an empty table in his saloon, wearing a white dinner jacket decades out of date, the hero in his own noir movie, drinking to the tinkle of a piano and waiting for Ingrid Bergman to walk through the doors. And he would wait, and wait, and wait.
Zinderneuf - Shangri-La - merlin (bird)
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Zinderneuf | Shangri-La | Merlin (bird)
Wyydryn stood on the parapet while on the horizon Zinderneuf shimmered like a far away Shangri-La holding her heart. She knew that her love was held hostage there. The speck in the air grew closer until Gryyphon appeared and she held her gloved hand out for the merlin to light.
Pivoted | Clipped | Solo
Wyydryn stood on the parapet while on the horizon Zinderneuf shimmered like a far away Shangri-La holding her heart. She knew that her love was held hostage there. The speck in the air grew closer until Gryyphon appeared and she held her gloved hand out for the merlin to light.
Pivoted | Clipped | Solo
Pivoted | Clipped | Solo
The woman dismissed his outrageous offer in clipped, aloof tones used for rebuffing unwanted attention and indignantly walked away. But she stopped, pivoted on her heel and considered the proposition when he mentioned the price he’d pay for a private, solo performance with her in one of the unused offices.
Dauntless | Wildcat | Escort
The woman dismissed his outrageous offer in clipped, aloof tones used for rebuffing unwanted attention and indignantly walked away. But she stopped, pivoted on her heel and considered the proposition when he mentioned the price he’d pay for a private, solo performance with her in one of the unused offices.
Dauntless | Wildcat | Escort
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