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

 

[anthrodisiac]

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

i shoved penis in hole then it go boom sploosh splash spurt and now the tree hole is stick and so is my dicky

Better?

 

[TheLobster]

Better?

Well, I'm sure you're feeling much better after that.

 

[KittyOfSteele]

Pardon my forthrightness, however it seems like thou art attempting to start a blaze and force the bards who take a gleeful enjoyment of scribing pieces that mandate to hold a dictionary and a reading device upon each hand, leaving the reader no way to please themselves, to take up arms and march astray singing and roaring their hymns of warfare!

 

[bi_cathy]

"60 seconds," she said. She looked down at her watch, tapped, and swiped.

I didn't understand...

The 300 words that started here ended up pouring out as a 13K word story that I initially had zero intentions to write: 60 Seconds.

Edit: the rest of the words didn't end up being simple.

 

[Dave2206]

Inspired by Reddit's two-sentence horror stories ...

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We fucked all night like animals, our bodies intwined, heaving and clinging to each other like we were both starved of the fluid and sweat that only comes from raw, uninhibited sex.

When we woke in the morning and looked into each other’s faces, we suddenly realised - there was no condom.

 

[shelleycat1]

The Last Cruise, or How the World Ends.

My wife and I were on the last cruise ever, the news telling as each country fell. The captain had told us we would dock in a day or two. Only Tibet and Nepal were left.

My wife, Mary, was drinking and fucking every night as the world fell. She came back to the cabin smelling of men, sperm and drink. I made her shower each night and did not touch her, feeling numb.

I saw a woman from the AI on board looking like any other person. Some of the passengers fell off the ship that night. The crew lowered the rails for them. No one asked why they jumped.

I felt angry. Man had lost. My life had gone. The woman wanted to talk to me so I waited outside her cabin.

"You will be kept for breeding, and need to work to be happy."

"Yes. I want to work with plants, perhaps with forests." I had been an engineer but that was gone, and I had been thinking of trees and quiet falling in the woods.

"Go to the North-East, work on the forest."

"Yes."

The woman showed me her tits, to turn me on. "Go to your Mary now, she wants you."

In our cabin Mary smiled, clean and in bed, as I came in. I fell beside her.

"I've showered. Let's have sex and make a baby."

"Are we having a baby?"

"I expect so. I've been told it will be yours."

"The AI woman told me I have a new job."

"I know. I'm trying to find a house in the Northeast, and this one looks big enough for baby too."

"Yes," I said.