Second Challenge for the Fourth Campaign - Warning! Contains Nuances of Certain Activities - Also, an Award
oo! This one's a doozy, Rach!
I won't copy out all the prompts/rules, but here are the one's I've followed:
"Write a short story/flash fiction piece of less than 200 words based on the prompts" - I've chosen prompt 5:
"For added difficulty/challenge: Ask Challenge entrants to critique your writing"
So, have at it!
This is a scene shortened from the original incident in Rome, Rhymes and Risk. Ayten and Devran escaped from their kidnappers that morning and have been walking/running/hiding all day. Tonight they've made camp, with a bit of fire...
at gave me a lovely award!
Here're my answers to the award questions:
What's your favourite...
colour: purple - or yellow
animal: my cats Frodo and Sam
number: seven
non-alcoholic drink: coffee, with warm milk
pattern: Tolkien's Tree of Amalion (and his friezes and emblems)
flower: jasmine
What are your passions?: reading and writing
Facebook or Twitter: I'm on Facebook, Google+, Pinterest, and Tumblr
Getting or giving presents?: both!
This award goes to... Everyone who's stopping by from the campaign and would like a little ray of sunshine!
I won't copy out all the prompts/rules, but here are the one's I've followed:
"Write a short story/flash fiction piece of less than 200 words based on the prompts" - I've chosen prompt 5:
"For added difficulty/challenge: Ask Challenge entrants to critique your writing"
So, have at it!
This is a scene shortened from the original incident in Rome, Rhymes and Risk. Ayten and Devran escaped from their kidnappers that morning and have been walking/running/hiding all day. Tonight they've made camp, with a bit of fire...
The dark woods pressed close all around their camp.
Stirring the fire one last time, he tossed the fir twig onto the flames.
Ayten dozed in the crook of his arm. The blanket had slipped off her shoulder, but her skin was warm against his. They hardly needed the fire.
Her fingers had landed in his lap; if he shifted, they'd be close to - ah.
She hadn't stirred. One by one he raised her fingers, took them in his hand, and tugged them forward to cover him.
"Beautiful girl," he whispered in her ear, and she smiled with her eyes closed, and drew herself up.
Her breasts rose with her movement, and he tasted her gold-shadowed skin, lit by the fire. She arched her back, and her hand fell away from his lap.
"Touch me," he murmured, kissing up her neck, into her hair, redolent of pine needles. He wrapped his hand about hers and guided her, his need at the edge already. His breath came short.
***
"I was right," he said, some time later.
She lay on his chest, hand curled over his heart. "Mmm?"
He traced a forefinger up her arm. "We don't need the fire."
at gave me a lovely award!
Here're my answers to the award questions:
What's your favourite...
colour: purple - or yellow
animal: my cats Frodo and Sam
number: seven
non-alcoholic drink: coffee, with warm milk
pattern: Tolkien's Tree of Amalion (and his friezes and emblems)
flower: jasmine
What are your passions?: reading and writing
Facebook or Twitter: I'm on Facebook, Google+, Pinterest, and Tumblr
Getting or giving presents?: both!
This award goes to... Everyone who's stopping by from the campaign and would like a little ray of sunshine!
Comments
Really great excerpt/entry, Deniz. Loved the flow of dialogue, description, emotion melded together.....'redolent with pine'...favorite phrase. :)
xx Rachel
My entry
and sweet imagery!
My favorite flower is an Iris.
Great job--I loved the "not needing the fire" aspect! Very nice!
Sue #48
Denise
#46