snippets: short short stories

[voyeuresse]

hi im sure there are threads somewhere for this but i couldnt find them... post a snippet that tells a story. short short short. minimalist even. this thread was made in the spirit of the more playful threads in the AH... it was never intended to be anything serious... just fun.

 

[voyeuresse]

peacock love

when i was a young mother hippy of the land sunny garden shady yard old farmhouse bordered by sun dappled leaf shaded irrigation ditches... tulips elms apricot trees snowballs and lilacs wild rose brambles and oh asparagus red current bushes with one white one nestled in the midst and daylilies. oh. on a warm summer morning id sit on the swing and call to the peacock as i watched my little ones play on the shady wild lawn. the peacock on the next farm... far away... and he would answer back and come closer with each call ...till his fence! stopped him! and i knew he was in love. and maybe i was too. ive always had a soft spot in my heart for the male in pursuit. but he never saw me. until one day as we walked on the road... i heard him call and i answered back. then even with his driveway, my call his call, then up the drive, my call his call, then in the barnyard... there! at my call! i see him! and he sees me! he freezes. his glorious full blown greengolden purple-eyed turquoisy shimmering shivering tail ....droops then folds. disappointment dejection then anger...then scorn... then...shunning. ...as slowly turning ...walking stately away ...never a glance back ...never a call ever again. never ...ever.

 

[Dar~]

when i was a young mother hippy of the land sunny garden shady yard old farmhouse bordered by sun dappled leaf shaded irrigation ditches... tulips elms apricot trees snowballs and lilacs wild rose brambles and oh asparagus red current bushes with one white one nestled in the midst and daylilies. oh. on a warm summer morning id sit on the swing and call to the peacock as i watched my little ones play on the shady wild lawn. the peacock on the next farm... far away... and he would answer back and come closer with each call ...till his fence! stopped him! and i knew he was in love. and maybe i was too. ive always had a soft spot in my heart for the male in pursuit. but he never saw me. until one day as we walked on the road... i heard him call and i answered back. then even with his driveway, my call his call, then up the drive, my call his call, then in the barnyard... there! at my call! i see him! and he sees me! he freezes. his glorious full blown greengolden purple-eyed turquoisy shimmering shivering tail ....droops then folds. disappointment dejection then anger...then scorn... then...shunning. ...as slowly turning ...walking stately away ...never a glance back ...never a call ever again. never ...ever.

Punctuation. My brain hurts!

 

[voyeuresse]

Punctuation. My brain hurts!

bra. my eyes hurt.

 

[Ferawyn]

Something I once wrote for a friend, but never made into a story:

Lynn looked up at the girl lying on the Master’s bed, stroking her hands over his chest like she owned him. Lynn shivered and looked down at the floor, trying to banish out the soft moans and sounds of lovemaking in front of her. Yesterday she was a slave, just like me. What gives her the right to treat me like this? She looked up again at a loud moan from her Master and watched as the girl lowered herself onto his member.

“Lynn, don’t sit there staring at us, go fetch some wine or something…”

She stood up without answering and turned towards the door, glad to be able to leave the room, a lonely tear running down her cheek.

 

[cloudy]

bra. my eyes hurt.

Gee, you're a sweet one, aren't ya?

 

[TxRad]

I did. She did. we do.

 

[English Lady]

"Hello." He smiled.

"Goodbye." She sighed.


(Hello and welcome btw. )

 

[voyeuresse]

"Hello." He smiled.

"Goodbye." She sighed.


(Hello and welcome btw. )

lol great picture and wonderful story! and thank you for welcoming me

 

[voyeuresse]

I did. She did. we do.

wow and i thot my story was short... great minimalism.... think ill add that to the thread description maybe we can get more. and ill even try to compose one.

 

[Stella_Omega]

AS short as that?
okay...
“Hey, Girl? I don’t know much about you, and maybe this is a terrible invasion of your privacy, I don’t know. But– and don’t get me wrong... I will fuck your brains out, the very first chance I get–”
Her face got a little closer to mine and turned firey hot. I relished that. “Sorry' I lied. “I have a big mouth, sometimes... I hope I didn’t, like, offend you forever...”
“No” she said. “You didn’t offend me.”

 

[oggbashan]

I should write some new ones...

FIFTY WORD FANTASIES

Fifty Word Facesit
I struggle vainly, bound by her bra and pantyhose. She straddles
my legs, slides up my body. White panties flash, her grey skirt
covers me in scented darkness. Warm damp cotton brushes my nose,
covers mouth. Her legs wrap my head, pulling my face deep. "Pay
rise now!" she insists.

*************************************************

Fifty Word Femdom
Her black-booted foot pressed my chest. Cautiously I looked up her
leather-corseted body to the stern face. I winced as the lash trailed
across my shuddering skin. "Beg forgiveness, slave!" she ordered.
Helpless, I cringed as she frowned at my bound body. Then she winked.
The pantomine rehearsal was going well.

*************************************************

Fifty Word HOM
I slept in our tent cocooned in my sleeping bag. My wife's body
slammed across my shoulders, pinning me helpless. Her
black-gloved hand wrapped my mouth silent. Silk-clad fingers
clamped my nostrils tight. "Look at that bitch again," she hissed
"and you stop breathing forever." Breath-starved, I lose
consciousness again.

*************************************************

Fifty Word Scarfing
Her interesting neighbour was noisily drunk every Saturday. She
acted. She opened her door, pulled in, pushed him in her deep
settee. He reached out. She scarfed his wrists. He protested. She
scarfed his mouth, tied legs. She stripped him slowly and scarfed
tightly. Now he is interested in her.

*************************************************

Fifty Word Unbirth
She grimaced with effort as his shoulders followed legs and hips
inside her. She paused, looking at his head protruding from her
sex. Eyes pleaded above covered mouth. She braced for the final
pull. "Next time, pay my alimony on time or you will stay
inside." Some ex-wives are vindictive.

*************************************************
Copyright Oggbashan November 2002
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author
of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are
imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not
intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Fifty5 Version 001 20 November 2002
*************************************************

 

[kinky shy girl]

oggbashan: great series! i like the Unbirth...funny in a creepy/surreal way.

 

[voyeuresse]

Gee, you're a sweet one, aren't ya?

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[voyeuresse]

Eyes pleaded above covered mouth.

priceless imagery !

 

[Guest]

bra. my eyes hurt.

If you toss a piece of writing onto an Author's Hangout forum, you should certainly expect people to make comments on that piece of writing.

Your lack of punctuation makes that snippet of writing difficult to read. It also removes any pleasure the reader may find in the piece because of the large amount of time they have to spend wading through your nonexistent capitalization and multiple ellipses.

She made an honest point, you were a jackass.

Welcome to the AH.

 

[English Lady]

If you toss a piece of writing onto an Author's Hangout forum, you should certainly expect people to make comments on that piece of writing.

Your lack of punctuation makes that snippet of writing difficult to read. It also removes any pleasure the reader may find in the piece because of the large amount of time they have to spend wading through your nonexistent capitalization and multiple ellipses.

She made an honest point, you were a jackass.

Welcome to the AH.

And I think the first message was rude and could have just sent person scurrying away from the AH, but it didn't. And we all know the typed word can look harsher than it is, and nowt bad's come of it, so lets be adults and get on shall we?

Grand.

 

[oggbashan]

Beware! Bad writing is infectious.

How NOT to do it...
The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

PS. Ignoring the last short sentence which I couldn't resist:

Words 450
Sentences 1
Reading Ease 0
Grade Level 12.0

Og

 

[matriarch]

oops......duplicate post.

Senior moment.

 

[matriarch]

How NOT to do it...

Words 450
Sentences 1
Reading Ease 0
Grade Level 12.0

Og

 

[Guest]

And I think the first message was rude and could have just sent person scurrying away from the AH, but it didn't. And we all know the typed word can look harsher than it is, and nowt bad's come of it, so lets be adults and get on shall we?

Grand.

EL, you're sweet as always.

 

[voyeuresse]

How NOT to do it...
The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

PS. Ignoring the last short sentence which I couldn't resist:

Words 450
Sentences 1
Reading Ease 0
Grade Level 12.0

Og

i like it​

i just went with the flow and when i was done i had a ...feeling. i know my mind has taken in everything but what comes to the fore... to my consciousness... is like veggies floating to the surface in a gently roiling soup and varies as the pot continues to boil. i like it as a moment an insight into a mind that holds all that info in a single complicated memory... ripe for plucking when relevant info is needed. today it is 'rose-entwined cottage' and 'savage dogs' ...tomorrow who knows.

 

[voyeuresse]

If you toss a piece of writing onto an Author's Hangout forum, you should certainly expect people to make comments on that piece of writing.

Your lack of punctuation makes that snippet of writing difficult to read. It also removes any pleasure the reader may find in the piece because of the large amount of time they have to spend wading through your nonexistent capitalization and multiple ellipses.

She made an honest point, you were a jackass.

Welcome to the AH.

​

 

[voyeuresse]

Something I once wrote for a friend, but never made into a story:

Lynn looked up at the girl lying on the Master’s bed, stroking her hands over his chest like she owned him. Lynn shivered and looked down at the floor, trying to banish out the soft moans and sounds of lovemaking in front of her. Yesterday she was a slave, just like me. What gives her the right to treat me like this? She looked up again at a loud moan from her Master and watched as the girl lowered herself onto his member.

“Lynn, don’t sit there staring at us, go fetch some wine or something…”

She stood up without answering and turned towards the door, glad to be able to leave the room, a lonely tear running down her cheek.

this moved me
thank you
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[voyeuresse]

And I think the first message was rude and could have just sent person scurrying away from the AH, but it didn't. And we all know the typed word can look harsher than it is, and nowt bad's come of it, so lets be adults and get on shall we?

Grand.

thank you​

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