I used to do a lot of writing, but in recent years, it's fallen off. Other interests taking my time, I guess. I still write for game campaigns, etc., and I happen to think those are damn good, but, of course, that's a completely different writing style. Anyway, did a little writing tonight that I think was pretty decent for off-the cuff quickie writing with no planning, and thought I'd share.
A recent post in
orgasmoids included a pic that, I dunno, I saw it and my brain said "there's a story there", and I had to get it out. Just a moment in time. I should note that the image is included behind the cut for reference, and is NSFW (slightly blurry naked female backside in the background of the pic). A tasteful picture, really, but some companies and other Puritanical types object to things like this, so be warned. Click it for full size.
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The phone rang again.
She finished off the glass of wine. It was a nice Chardonnay, not a great one, but good enough for now. Besides, she didn't need much at the moment. It was just the enjoyment of the wine, the way it travelled over her tongue to slide smoothly down her throat, the finish it left. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and thought about the week before.
"Is that a fact?" Indeed it was. "You can't be serious." She'd never been more serious. "But what about me?" That was not her concern. "I'll be fine? What's that supposed to mean?" Just what she said, nothing more, nothing less.
The phone rang again.
She never thought she'd end this relationship. Hell, it'd been, what, five years now? Things had started exciting enough, but they'd just gotten boring, stale, stagnant. Sure, they'd shared an apartment, but they weren't sharing a life. Different interests, different worlds. Little things had start to build up into big things. The way the dishes were put up. The way the bathroom was left a mess. The little sidelong glances when she tried to talk about something she wanted to do, just the two of them. Finally, she woke up and realized she didn't need it.
Just packed up and left. Depressing at first, realizing everything that really mattered to her was easily packed into one small car, later exciting to be starting fresh in a place of her own, no expectations, nothing to build off of, a fresh start. And why not? She had her own money, and her own tastes. Time to indulge them.
The phone rang again.
Not worth answering. She knew who it was. She could have gotten an unlisted number, and maybe she would later, but for now, there was a certain satisfaction in not answering. She'd made her decision, and it was the right one, she knew that now. She'd never been happier, and if her former girlfriend couldn't figure that out, that was her loss.
In fact, maybe another glass of that wine sounded good. And a relaxing soak in the tub. Yes, the sound of the phone echoing off the tile walls would sound like it was from far away, like that relationship that was far away.
The phone rang again. She didn't answer it.
A recent post in
orgasmoids included a pic that, I dunno, I saw it and my brain said "there's a story there", and I had to get it out. Just a moment in time. I should note that the image is included behind the cut for reference, and is NSFW (slightly blurry naked female backside in the background of the pic). A tasteful picture, really, but some companies and other Puritanical types object to things like this, so be warned. Click it for full size.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The phone rang again.She finished off the glass of wine. It was a nice Chardonnay, not a great one, but good enough for now. Besides, she didn't need much at the moment. It was just the enjoyment of the wine, the way it travelled over her tongue to slide smoothly down her throat, the finish it left. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and thought about the week before.
"Is that a fact?" Indeed it was. "You can't be serious." She'd never been more serious. "But what about me?" That was not her concern. "I'll be fine? What's that supposed to mean?" Just what she said, nothing more, nothing less.
The phone rang again.
She never thought she'd end this relationship. Hell, it'd been, what, five years now? Things had started exciting enough, but they'd just gotten boring, stale, stagnant. Sure, they'd shared an apartment, but they weren't sharing a life. Different interests, different worlds. Little things had start to build up into big things. The way the dishes were put up. The way the bathroom was left a mess. The little sidelong glances when she tried to talk about something she wanted to do, just the two of them. Finally, she woke up and realized she didn't need it.
Just packed up and left. Depressing at first, realizing everything that really mattered to her was easily packed into one small car, later exciting to be starting fresh in a place of her own, no expectations, nothing to build off of, a fresh start. And why not? She had her own money, and her own tastes. Time to indulge them.
The phone rang again.
Not worth answering. She knew who it was. She could have gotten an unlisted number, and maybe she would later, but for now, there was a certain satisfaction in not answering. She'd made her decision, and it was the right one, she knew that now. She'd never been happier, and if her former girlfriend couldn't figure that out, that was her loss.
In fact, maybe another glass of that wine sounded good. And a relaxing soak in the tub. Yes, the sound of the phone echoing off the tile walls would sound like it was from far away, like that relationship that was far away.
The phone rang again. She didn't answer it.
Current Music: Crystal Method - Over The Line
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