Just one Line.

[Statius]

When my eyes opened I saw this beast, this monster of fear, this thing I thought none of us could harm or stop writhing with pain and agony in the black billowing smoke and red fire, bellowing like a bull to the slaughter in foregone days.


A WIP. It's not polished yet and not sure it will remain in this exact form but I kinda like it so here it is. It's a long way off, story wise, in my rewrite- but struggling with the opening chapter so figured I'd move on to another section.

Peace

 

[Statius]

I used to think no matter how many times I got knocked down I'd always get back up and say bring it on. Now I'm thinking the next time I'll just lay there and think, you know, it's kind of comfortable down here, think I'll just call it a day.

Kinda sounds like my job some days

 

[Rob_Royale]

"A cougar's got to cougar."

 

[lovecraft68]

“Wow, the rear view is just as good! Look at that ass!”

“Better be ready to do more than look,” she glanced over her shoulder, giving him a sexy smile.

Then promptly tripped on her heel and stumbled into the wall, barely getting her hand out before smacking her face into it.

 

[lovecraft68]

"Heard some guy at the end of the bar talking about the Superbowl tomorrow," Jericho put the Marlboro between his lips and leaned over for Nicole to light it. "How can they sleep the night before? All that pressure!" His words came out with a mocking laugh and a plume of smoke. "Try sleeping the night before a mission where you're outnumbered, outgunned and got a one in ten chance of getting out alive."

 

[SyleusSnow]

One of her teachers had endless aphorisms about that, his favorite being, "there's no such thing as obscene art, only obscene minds."
- Her Portrait of Desire

 

[norafares]

And if he was the thunder, then I was the rain—something that the clouds wanted to get rid of, something that weighed too much to deal with, something that only existed to fall.

 

[PennyThompson]

From a current work in progress...

“Hmmm,” Nova hummed, opening the box curiously. The device inside was cream colored, silky smooth rubberized plastic, shaped like a cross between a dildo and an octopus. The central body was generally formed like most intimate massaging devices, in the way that all arthropods tended to convergently evolve into a crab-shape. Call it Vibrator Carcinization.

(Deeply pleased to report that "vibrator carcinization," returns zero results on Google)

 

[BladeSeanchai]

I am a new author, my first story was published this week. The second chapter is coming out tomorrow. Here is a line from chapter three ...

“Bullshit! You have had eyes on her since you have known her. And don’t say anything differently.” Jane smiled. “Come on Nicholi, even I would sleep with Marni. Don’t bullshit me.”

 

[old_prof]

I came across this while revising a story from months ago (it all adds up). It's a pretty straightforward sappy romance, the most formulaic one I ever wrote. But I like this paragraph, when the FMC first sees her counterpart.

What was really striking were those eyes. Like he didn’t belong in civilization, but out surviving in the wild somewhere, living on his wits. And there was depth there. I had gotten used to the void behind Mike’s eyes. These were the eyes of a thinker, a philosopher. In another age, I imagine he would be a hermit, living off in the wilderness, convening with his god. I had no idea what he might be doing in my office. Hermits don’t usually need accountants.

 

[anthrodisiac]

Finally, something's ****ing clicking!

Deathclaw WIP, female deathclaw FMC stalking her human prey

Humans believed themselves superior, but they were naught but clever meat that whimpered and mewled when stripped of their devices, more helpless than a lowly radroach.

I enjoy the word "naught" too much.

 

[SmilingLez]

My latest non-erotic free verse - La Braise - is a nod to Hemingway's A Movable Feast. This is my favorite sentence:

Margo laughs,
broken glass and sudden mercy.

 

[norafares]

From my recent Medusa x blind female lover short story:

I’ve spent a long time being looked at. Not being seen.

 

[TheNovelist2000]

Now, I was slowly becoming something he was most uncomfortable with: an asset to be obsessed over, fretted about, and held onto at any cost.
-Please Don't Harm My Sister Ch.01-06

 

[BoredinLeather]

I retorted, "I'm not interested in saving my soul, but maybe I could devour both of yours instead."

From my recently published story Latex Fetish Unleashed Part 3.

 

[redgarters]

From my recent Medusa x blind female lover short story:

I love that. So much meaning in so few words.

 

[redgarters]

I'm trying to drag my muse kicking and screaming out of the cupboard of unfinished stories, where she's been hiding since January. So here goes a bit from the WIP I'm hoping she'll help me finish.

Our life together.
I had ended it. I had mercilessly cut its throat, because even if it was good in a way, it wasn’t true.
The guilt was suffocating. It hurt to breathe, to cry, to exist.

 

[norafares]

My chest kept score, notches lining my bones.

One for betrayal.

One for loss.

One for pain.

 

[Statius]

That hits hard. Well done.

 

[SmilingLez]

This is my favorite line from my newest free verse - Our Saturday Night Ritual
Actually, it is a hybrid of flash fiction and free verse and is 1,297 words

Pleasure doesn't ask permission.
It just arrives.

 

[Belegon]

“One huntress knows another, luv,” said Susie, “ I guarantee you she's played gray cat to plenty of these boys in her time.”

A bit of a play on Ben Franklin's advice to a young man about taking an older lover....

 

[yowser]

He couldn't decide if her furrowed brow was the result of noticing too much or too little of the world.

 

[SkyBubble]

"When are you ever just in the way, Sarah?" Amanda said with a hint of a grin. "Be my cheering section."

 

[lovecraft68]

"You can drop this and walk out," Mark's hands were as steady as his voice as he held them up in a disarming gesture. "Or test me and get carried out."

 

[redgarters]

@norafares
My chest kept score, notches lining my bones.

One for betrayal.

One for loss.

One for pain.

Damn, that's good