Writing Exercise: Simple Words

[PennyThompson]

Fifteen and eight years I wandered this plane
Ne'er a passenger who will complain
I smile and flounce and service and suck
And when the captain calls, I certainly fuck

Fourteen and eight, now fifteen and nine
A wrinkle doth crease this brow of mine
"Old crone," they whisper, even as I blow
Still, I swallow, I smile, I know
Come fifteen and ten, I will be complete
And as I shall rise, these sheep, they will bleat
For mistress will wake with the seed they did give
So free and naïve, not a thought of their sin

So let them mock, let them jeer, talk me down
Come fifteen and ten, they shall kneel to my crown

I didn't know that I was into Flight Attendant Erotic Horror, but... TIL

 

[SimonDoom]

"Bother", said Pooh, and buried Piglet's corpse.

Pooh watched in horror as Piglet's body emerged from the shallow grave.

"Brains," Piglet's undead body said. "I want brains."

Fortunately, Pooh, being a bear of little brain, had nothing to be worried about. He watched as zombie Piglet wandered off in the direction of Owl's house.

 

[anthrodisiac]

I didn't know that I was into Flight Attendant Erotic Horror, but... TIL

Neither did I, but here we are.

 

[anthrodisiac]

Pooh watched in horror as Piglet's body emerged from the shallow grave.

"Brains," Piglet's undead body said. "I want brains."

Fortunately, Pooh, being a bear of little brain, had nothing to be worried about. He watched as zombie Piglet wandered off in the direction of Owl's house.

100 Acre Woods Sematary.

 

[yowser]

I had known for over half a year that Hector Ramos had been literally after my ass.

He wasn’t the first, mind you, but like everyone before him, my message had been a clear “no,” right from the beginning.

Not that I’m not proud of my rear, which had gotten me plenty of attention, since like forever. I both was keenly aware of this and would, when the situation called for it, dress for maximum effect. Hector loved me in shorts. Cut-off jeans, track shorts, the tighter the better, especially if there was nothing else on underneath, which both always felt lovely and naughty at the same time.

More than one boyfriend over the years had said to me that he had always been an “ass man” rather than a “tits” man. I never liked hearing this, but it had happened often enough not to be a surprising announcement.

Yep, no tits.

Well, they were there but not in a way that was going to attract any attention.

But my ass as a sex organ? This notion was not an easy thought, although I certainly was aware of the idea amongst others. And of course people say “ass” when they mean “rump” and “ass” when they mean “anus.” And it was the second option that Hector was after.

 

[caleb35]

One of these days... one of these days... I'm going to use the following two lines from Macbeth, act I, scene 3, as the inspiration/basis for a story:

And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

EDIT: but I guess that I'm breaking the spirit of the writing exercise by not providing something original. At the risk of tooting my own horn, and I know it doesn't mean much out of context, and it's a spoiler, but I rather liked the final sentence that I came up with in my most recent story, "Black," a rather dark piece:
"Nearby, a fire raged."

EDIT 2: but in the further spirit of the writing exercise, I suppose I should come up with something completely new. Let's see...

What had he seen on that village path? He pondered over it. Two women, walking together. He hadn't stared, he hadn't tarried, he'd had places to go. Just a quick glance up and to his side as he went on about his business. That's all, just a glimpse. But back at home, hours later, he was still thinking about it. Two women, walking together. He got up, went in the kitchen, and started making some coffee. They were side by side, each young, as far as he could tell. Two young friends, then. They were holding hands. He added cream and sugar to the dark liquid. They were holding hands and the one, the one on the right, slightly shorter than the other, turned her head and looked at her friend. She was smiling. No, that wasn't it. She beamed. She glowed. He'd never seen anything like it but in a split-second look he saw such love on her face that he'd never seen before in his life. It stuck with him. He sipped his hot drink. Something so powerful while so mundane. Two women, walking together.

 

[TheLobster]

Yo, I don’t wanna get too critical since I’m a non-participant here, but words like “ponder”, “tarry” or “emerge” are hardly simple. Trust this ESL lobster on that