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Writtin' Thread
jodizzle:
I was watching you at the party. Wolfish smile as you spotted your target and stubbed your cigarette out on the wall. She never stood a chance, judgment impaired by the champagne fizzing in her mouth, showing too much leg to be sexy. I watched you lead her outside, away from the entwining bodies and thumping bass. I slipped out after you, taffeta skimming my thighs with barely a rustle. I watched the familiar scene, frenzied gasps dying with the prick of the hypodermic needle.
I stepped into the clearing and you start slightly but soon recover. Your explanation of too much champagne palpable but unnecessary. I lit a cigarette and slid towards you, all wolfish smile and swinging hips. You never stood a chance, judgment impaired by the line of my dress and the red of my lips. I drew you into the shadows, away from her prone body and into cool silence. I inclined towards you, hair skimming your neck with barely a whisper. Your shallow breathing ceased with the prick of the hypodermic needle.
ZJGent:
Jodie that piece of writing is gorgeous! I love the circular aspect of it - it makes it really tight and snippy. Just enough information but not too much and we are left intrigued and wanting more.
(read as: please write more stuff)
x Roddy
jodizzle:
Thanks Roddy! <3
imagist42:
I agree. Was very nice!
est:
Ok, let's play. I guess this is an exercise in being descriptive in first-person writing? I dunno.
"So," I said, as we sat in that tiny room, the word falling from my mouth like a rock. Across the unsteady trestle table she flinched back as if I'd thrown it, wide eyes hardening quickly to conceal the tumult within.
"So." she shot back. She made it an arrow, red-rimmed eyes piercing through me, drawing breath from my lungs. My hand moved then of it's own volition, a strange beast sliding across a marbled orange and white landscape toward its smaller image. Her own hand took flight, a mouse whipping back into the cubby-hole safety of her lap as she barked "Dont!" her voice the peal of a hammer on stone, her features drawn and grim as her nervous hands clasped each other tight.
"Ok" I said roughly, letting out a breath I didn't realise I had been holding. I nodded slowly, rose on unsteady legs and dragged myself out of the room, ignoring her ragged breaths, the glistening on her cheeks. "Ok" I said to myself as I closed the door behind me, looking about numbly at a lounge room that was no longer mine. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to calm myself, but through the door behind me I heard her start sobbing in earnest. So I did too.
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