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Masterpiece:
(click to show/hide)Human blood.
It’s unlike anything you’ll ever tasted and ever will. It’ll make your mouth feel uncomfortably clotty and it’s a bitch to get out of your clothes. It’ll get stuck between your teeth if you don’t swallow too quickly, especially so around your fangs, but oh my word. I never swallow quickly. I like to savor the taste. Sweet human blood.
You’ll start to smell it once you’re like me long enough. You walk through the malls, through the streets and for some reason everywhere you go everything just smells like metal. Viscous, warm, strong metal. Talk about an aphrodisiac.
It’s not sweet at all. Matter of fact, you don’t want it to be sweet anyway. I once drank a guy who turned out to be diabetic, and boy did that guy give me the shits. I almost regretted drinking him. Men tend to taste a little too sweet for my taste anyhow, what with all their testosterone, so I tend to stick to women.
The first time I ever tasted human blood was involuntary, can you believe it? I was naïve, and had promised myself that, despite the obvious deformation, I’d not let myself become a monster. HA! I had no idea how fucking incredible being a monster is. Anyway, I was out with a friend of mine, and the poor thing gets bitten by a snake. She panicked, I was clueless, until I realized I’m immortal and I can suck out the venom no problem. I told myself I was doing it because I was trying to help her, but I think even then, I just wanted to taste it. I wanted to engorge on that electrifying fluid, that source of their everyday strength. I happened to drink her dry, right there, on that spot. I just couldn’t stop. Never did, till this day. She forgave me after she had a taste for it herself.
So here you are, sweet woman, and you tell me that I wouldn’t like the way you tasted. That you’d taste harsh, sour, and that you’re probably sick even. But you don’t see, I can smell you. I can smell your beautiful blood. And I wouldn’t care if you had syphilis or hepatitis. I’m immortal. And I want your blood to taste sour, I want to soak in that strong metal taste, I want to feel my teeth inside your skin. You’re making me so goddamn crazy with your scent, all over the place, that I’ve been having a raging hard-on ever since I passed your house.
I need you. I won’t even think twice about it. I want to devour you here and now. Rip my fangs into your neck, feel your pulse in your arteries diminish as I suck you out, feel you get limp in my arms, just to see you rise back up again and become something stronger, wiser and greater than you’ve ever been before.
Believe me, it’s worth it. You’ll thank me sooner or later.
(click to show/hide)I literally got a message that said: 'Here's a topic for some poor sap: Honest Twilight fanfiction.' But I had no idea about the Twilight saga, so I wrote something generalized about a Vampire and hope that is ok...
Zebediah:
Okay, so maybe the theme I submitted WAS the worst one. Welu, that was mine, and you did a marvelous job at it. :evil:
Gareth, that was amazing. A Twitter poem!
And Masterpiece, that was cool. And appropriately dark. And WAY better than the source material. Well done.
Welu:
ITT: Cool people with hidden writing skills. Zeb, your theme was really fun.
Something people might be interested in is the Tumblr WriteInspiration. It's ran by LoliButt.
henri bemis:
oh boy.
(click to show/hide)She arrived to work early, just as the sun dipped below the horizon, hoping to plead her case one last time.
"Olin, you know I good work day shifts." She towered over the old dwarf. She could swipe his kneecaps out with one arm, without having to even stoop. Most of the folk in the city would think her expression angry, fear the thick brows furrowing her broad, mottled green forehead, her narrowed black eyes, and her sharp grimace, but Olin knew her better. She was simply frustrated.
"Kata, I've explained this to ye before." Olin hefted another crate from the boat to the dock, then paused to wipe his forehead with the back of a stubby hand. "I love ye like ye were me own daughter, but I gotta think of me customers, too, and ye scare the knickers off 'em in daylight. Beside, I need ya here at night, when the, uh, special wares come in. They're for th'important customers!"
'Special wares.' After all their time together, Olin still thought she was stupid enough not to know he was smuggling, and that her main job was to intimidate honest dealings out of shady suppliers. "Yeah, yeah." She jumped onto the old skiff, almost rocking it over into the canal, then lifted the last five crates all at once, dumped them on the dock, and hopped out.
"If that's all, I will eat now." She turned down the dock and called "I'll be back in an hour." Angry as she was at Olin, she knew he was also trying to protect her. Honest folk didn't like dealing with Trolls. Most only tolerated her because Olin had taken her in. And though he paid well, it wasn't enough.
Taking a seat at her usual table at the Imp's Ear Inn, she flicked a hand at the bartender, then rested her head in her palm as she waited for her supper.
Minutes later, a clatter at the table made her look up. She expected the usual platter of lamb haunches, potatoes, gravy, and the stale bread that Bryndol the baker optimistically called "crusty." Instead, she found an overflowing pitcher of mead, and a dark-haired Elven woman smiling at her from under a black leather hood.
She tried her best to look frightening, still wishing to be alone with her meal, but the elf woman's eyes - flickering, mischievous, the deepest green - disarmed her for a moment.
She tightened her jaw, hoping the momentary weakness didn't show. "What you want from me?" She slid the pitcher back toward the elf, spilling some of the mead.
"My name is Nessa." The elf leaned in on her elbows, lowered her voice, and winked. "I've seen you on the docks at night. You're amazing." She grabbed the pitcher with one hand, took a swig, then set it on the table and placed her hand over Kata's, the spilled mead sticky between their skin. "But your talents are wasted there, you know."
Kata nervously drew her hand back, grabbed the pitcher, and took a long gulp. "I know."
Nessa leaned further across the table, her lips an inch from Kata's cheek, and whispered "Don't you think it's time you got out of the dark?"
(click to show/hide)'A fantasy novel involving inter species romance between an elf and a troll.' I've NEVER been good at writing romance, so this was terrifying.
J:
i so want to do this, but mine will have to wait for tomorrow
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