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Post by rachael on May 5, 2007 0:35:52 GMT -5
oh my, I am going down......feeling sleepy........
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Post by FlyIntoOblivion on May 5, 2007 0:36:21 GMT -5
![]() I'll bookmark and read later. I'm a little involved with Glory and James.  No problem. Save them for when you have time to really read and not just skim. I want to hear more Glory and James .... As fast and my little fingers can fly... |
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Post by rachael on May 5, 2007 0:36:22 GMT -5
I have been up 20hrs....................................
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Post by keysunset on May 5, 2007 0:36:57 GMT -5
oh my, I am going down......feeling sleepy........ Well, if that's it for Craig, I'm going soon too. Nighty nite Isa, sweet Marty dreams. where is that video ..... |
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Post by rachael on May 5, 2007 0:37:17 GMT -5
ok, Craig is over, I am heading out and going to sleep. sweet dreams everyone, really great chatting, squeeing tonight. Have a great weekend! *hugs*
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Post by redjasper on May 5, 2007 0:37:23 GMT -5
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Post by rachael on May 5, 2007 0:37:46 GMT -5
oh my, I am going down......feeling sleepy........ Well, if that's it for Craig, I'm going soon too. Nighty nite Isa, sweet Marty dreams. where is that video ..... MY EXACT THOUGHTS!  |
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Post by redjasper on May 5, 2007 0:38:09 GMT -5
goodnight, JS. Take care of yourself.  |
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Post by FlyIntoOblivion on May 5, 2007 0:38:13 GMT -5
Night Isa! Night Key!
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Post by rachael on May 5, 2007 0:38:23 GMT -5
sweet dreams~
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Post by keysunset on May 5, 2007 0:39:05 GMT -5
[/IMG] [/quote] great minds, great minds ..... |
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Post by redjasper on May 5, 2007 0:39:21 GMT -5
No problem. Save them for when you have time to really read and not just skim. I want to hear more Glory and James .... As fast and my little fingers can fly... So glad you felt like sharing tonight. You are such a good writer. Yes, yes, yes. More Glory and James - plz, plz, plz. |
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Post by keysunset on May 5, 2007 0:39:42 GMT -5
Good night all!!!!
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Post by FlyIntoOblivion on May 5, 2007 0:40:12 GMT -5
As fast and my little fingers can fly... So glad you felt like sharing tonight. You are such a good writer. Yes, yes, yes. More Glory and James - plz, plz, plz. Thank you. Glory and James might be getting a little R-rated soon...  |
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Post by redjasper on May 5, 2007 0:40:26 GMT -5
Goodnight, Isa and Key. Happy MC dreams to you!!   |
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Post by redjasper on May 5, 2007 0:44:12 GMT -5
So glad you felt like sharing tonight. You are such a good writer. Yes, yes, yes. More Glory and James - plz, plz, plz. Thank you. Glory and James might be getting a little R-rated soon... Hey, no problem-o. I think I will feel pretty accomplished when I can write a good sex scene. I'm too uptight about it. Maybe I need to have a one-night stand or something. ;D ;D Seriously, it's been so long since I've been in a relationship and I'm scared to death. It's easy to (a) be interested in unavailable men or (b) be 'best buds' with men or (c) be interested in fantasy men like Marty. I know all of the avoidance techiques. ;D ;D |
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Post by FlyIntoOblivion on May 5, 2007 0:46:08 GMT -5
Thank you. Glory and James might be getting a little R-rated soon... Hey, no problem-o. I think I will feel pretty accomplished when I can write a good sex scene. I'm too uptight about it. Maybe I need to have a one-night stand or something. ;D ;D Seriously, it's been so long since I've been in a relationship and I'm scared to death. It's easy to (a) be interested in unavailable men or (b) be 'best buds' with men or (c) be interested in fantasy men like Marty. I know all of the avoidance techiques. ;D ;D Oh, not Glory and James... I refuse to write sex scenes. I think its tacky, but that's just me. I haven't been in a relationship in a long...long time... |
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Post by redjasper on May 5, 2007 0:47:06 GMT -5
This is a flash fiction piece I wrote in Mar-06. My experiment with minimalist writing. It was a dream I had. I want to send it to a contest. I keep hesitating. It's like once it's out there, I'm exposed.
Awkward
I show up. I’m hanging out with his sister, Nora. We sit around reading. But I’m waiting for him. Nora’s reading about a jazz legend. I’m reading about chair design. But I’m really there to see him. He’s carrying boxes to the front door. Grace’s things. No one is talking. He’s ignoring me.
Other women start to arrive. They’re going to the art exhibit with Nora. She puts down her book and heads outside. I’m looking at an atlas because I love maps. But I’m crazy about him. He’s putting his jacket on. He moves towards the door. I move towards my coat.
She’s there. Grace. She’s been mingling with the art women, on the driveway. We’re up on the porch. They’re all talking. We’re ignoring them. He’s propped against the railing. I’m leaning against the window. His blue eyes find me. He’s moving over. His palms brush my cheeks, his legs straddle my legs. Energy is passing through us. He’s leaning in and I’m being kissed. We’re kissing.
I’m dizzy from his heat, from his weight against me. Silence from the art women. Grace is standing on the bottom step. Riveted on us. He’s ignoring her. He whispers, “Let’s go get some food.” He grabs my wrist and steers me around the railing and down the steps, right past her.
We’re at the diner and I’m not talking. He’s ordering for us. I’m fiddling with the salt shaker. I’m sitting beside him. Arm touching arm, thigh pressing thigh. Waiting for heat. Grace is marching up to our table. She’s thrusting her arm out, my knapsack is on the end of it. “Nora says this belongs to you.” She lets go. The knapsack catches the table edge, tumbles to the floor. It’s upside down. Out of my reach.
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Post by redjasper on May 5, 2007 0:49:00 GMT -5
Hey, no problem-o. I think I will feel pretty accomplished when I can write a good sex scene. I'm too uptight about it. Maybe I need to have a one-night stand or something. ;D ;D Seriously, it's been so long since I've been in a relationship and I'm scared to death. It's easy to (a) be interested in unavailable men or (b) be 'best buds' with men or (c) be interested in fantasy men like Marty. I know all of the avoidance techiques. ;D ;D Oh, not Glory and James... I refuse to write sex scenes. I think its tacky, but that's just me. I haven't been in a relationship in a long...long time... Well, maybe it's not sex scenes I'm talking about, but the suggestion of sex. The attraction thing. Yeah, I don't mean actual sex scenes. |
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Post by FlyIntoOblivion on May 5, 2007 0:49:36 GMT -5
This is a flash fiction piece I wrote in Mar-06. My experiment with minimalist writing. It was a dream I had. I want to send it to a contest. I keep hesitating. It's like once it's out there, I'm exposed. AwkwardI show up. I’m hanging out with his sister, Nora. We sit around reading. But I’m waiting for him. Nora’s reading about a jazz legend. I’m reading about chair design. But I’m really there to see him. He’s carrying boxes to the front door. Grace’s things. No one is talking. He’s ignoring me. Other women start to arrive. They’re going to the art exhibit with Nora. She puts down her book and heads outside. I’m looking at an atlas because I love maps. But I’m crazy about him. He’s putting his jacket on. He moves towards the door. I move towards my coat. She’s there. Grace. She’s been mingling with the art women, on the driveway. We’re up on the porch. They’re all talking. We’re ignoring them. He’s propped against the railing. I’m leaning against the window. His blue eyes find me. He’s moving over. His palms brush my cheeks, his legs straddle my legs. Energy is passing through us. He’s leaning in and I’m being kissed. We’re kissing. I’m dizzy from his heat, from his weight against me. Silence from the art women. Grace is standing on the bottom step. Riveted on us. He’s ignoring her. He whispers, “Let’s go get some food.” He grabs my wrist and steers me around the railing and down the steps, right past her. We’re at the diner and I’m not talking. He’s ordering for us. I’m fiddling with the salt shaker. I’m sitting beside him. Arm touching arm, thigh pressing thigh. Waiting for heat. Grace is marching up to our table. She’s thrusting her arm out, my knapsack is on the end of it. “Nora says this belongs to you.” She lets go. The knapsack catches the table edge, tumbles to the floor. It’s upside down. Out of my reach. Its good, but the end is very abrupt. There's no real end. I'm sending things in to get published once I get a couple stories finished up. |
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