Splosh

    Today's challenge for this Friday, 10-8-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 60-90 words. And....let's try this for a required phrase:
"...taking hold..."

    She looked around her pallet deciding which brush to use. Taking hold of the broadest thickest brush available, she began stroking vigorously. She wanted to quickly cover the canvas with a thick coat to set a passionate tone of her work. The more she worked the brush, she and the canvas became one. She could feel her creative juices flowing and she could feel that soon the creativity would explode from the brush. And there it was, big gushing globs sploshing the canvas running down over her hand and neck.

S.N.L.

5 4 3 _ _ Action... que Voice over...

"Live those Crimson days in a Golden Haze"

CUT! CUT! CUT! What Madison Avenue Fuckwit wrote this crap?!
Who the hell thinks women are this stupid regarding their periods. Golden haze... What the fuck?

Xanax signed a deal with the Kotex people and they’re putting a trans-dermal low dose formula on the Tampons and pads.

They are WHAT?!
It's and anti cramp muscle relaxer combined with a mood enhancer.

No Shit?! Do we have any of those pads on set?

Sure. why?

Get me a couple.

Get the Director a couple of the Xan-pads quick. We are loosing the light.
Can we get back to the shoot, we’ve spent 26 million on this add campaign. Uma Thurman is over there on the railroad tracks with no panties, on do you know how much that costs? And we’ve only got about 10 minutes light left today.

Yea Yea Yea we‘ll get the shot. First I need those pads... (Slaps one on his forehead and one on his neck)

What are you doing

I’m sure as shootin' going to need a muscle relaxer and a mood enhancer to get me through this shoot!

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...and now the rest of the story... ala Paul Harvey

So this is my thinking... the picture looked so/too idealic, so much like a commercial. I figured I would to go with that. Golden haze... not such a great breakfast cereal tag-line but it looked like early morning. I thought about the obvious, "collapsed in a golden haze of post orgasmic bliss", too obvious and too far removed from the picture. I couldn't think of any thing then I saw a commercial on TV about tampons and right after that was a Midol commercial and it was just too crazy. As it turns out the TV got on the Oxygen channel some how. The cats walk on the remotes frequently. So any way the idea of a trans-dermal anti cramp med delivered with the pads was just about as out-there as I could think of next to this device.

Oh and in the nick of case you haven't noticed by now I try to go for the less obvious story to surround the picture with.

I welcome your cards and letters.

...einsteinien

    She felt utterly naked and altogether alone in the world. She wondered to herself if the weight of her decision had some how created a metaphysical singularity by bending time and space and collapsing every thing in on it’s self. She felt that the room was collapsing in on her giving her an extreme feeling of claustrophobia but at the same time the room was getting bigger. The walls seemed to be rushing away from her, but was she getting smaller and rushing away from the walls. She new that in heavy gravity situations time was slowed, and time had, for her, all but stopped, but time was simultaneously racing. Every thought that she had ever had and every thought she would ever have were all filling her mind compressing down becoming one and that thought was “Stay”. Defiantly, she awaited his command. She knew that her head of Secret Service would be busting in the doors to the Oval office at any moment and ordering her to evacuate to the underground command center half a mile beneath her feet.


    So... Lexi Writes about how she came to the ideas of the writing or about the writing its self. I like that idea and I thought I would try that this week as well. I have however insufficient time just now... again more later.
it's later now... the idea that I worked over was the idea of being in an interview, either her or the person looking at her. The idea was that in an interview situation you imagine the interviewer as naked to some how relieve the stress of the situation I was going to mention that imagining her naked only added to the stress. Next was the notion of her in the oval office but in more of a time thing where Time could be focused through a lens and the focal point was her and this Decision that she has made and that with all of time being focused right down on her... like burning ants with a magnifying glass time had blasted her reality away the office her clothing metaphysically speaking. then there was thought that some how I could work the Cern collider in and her head felt like the target.
maybe this wasn't such a profound idea... Lexi's make this sound so much cooler... perhaps next time

Wet to the knees

    I am sorry Major. I have told you every thing there is to tell.

    Just one more time please, in case something else comes to mind.

I was skinny-dipping in Jameson’s pond. The next thing I know I am on a table sort of… suspended in mid air. A water balloon thing is above me then it bursts. I am splashed with pure heat. All this fluid slashes over me but it all soaks in to me. It feels like it fills every cell of my body. The only way I can explain the feeling is that it was like being pregnant… pregnant with pleasure. That is the only way I can describe it. I recall having two earth shattering orgasms, and now I am here, where ever this is, and you tell me that you found me nursing two babies. I am/was Not Pregnant. These are NOT my kids. Oh wait a minute…

Dark Maters...

    She pulled the Moet and Chandon from the pretty cabinet. She poured a tall flute full and stepped into the tub. Exhausted and elated she relaxed down into the hot water. The candle’s glow was like the company of good friends. But she knew that there is only one way for more than one person to keep a secret and that's if all but one of those people were to die… she blew out the candles one by one.

(this is the 80 word version)

    She pulled the Moet and Chandon from the pretty cabinet. She poured a tall flute full and stepped into the tub. She giggled as she contemplated a MySpace Status change. What would that say? Exhausted and elated she squatted down into the hot water. The hot water nipped at her sexy bits for a bit until she relaxed into it.

    She thought back on the events of the night and how wonderfully it had gone. She had always had a thing for Bad Boys but this Bad Boy made her wet, wet to the knees. She had prepared the evening perfectly all the right stuff Rope, Ball Gag, restraints, special sheets, cling film, duct tape. She had wondered if he could be counted on to do his part and oooOOOhhh yesss his Bad Boy nature had not failed her.

    She found her self becoming so excited by recalling the events of the evening that she could not help but attend to the feelings which were calling to her from between her thighs and from behind her now achingly hard nipples. She was almost ashamed by these feelings... almost.

    She was proud of her accomplishments tonight. More importantly her mentor would be proud. Tomorrow Mr. Morgan would call on her and they would critique her work.

    Secretly she wished the Bad Boy could have appreciated her efforts on his behalf... perhaps he had.

    Tonight the candle’s glow was like the company of good friends welcoming her home. But she knew that there is only one way for more than one person to keep a secret and that's if all but one of those people were to die… she blew out the candles one by one and now her secret was safe.

(this was how it was intended but more than 80 words)

Danceing with the...

    As she twirls and whirls about the floor waiting for her partner to arrive my mind burns with a desire that is difficult to resolve. At once I want to see her perform her dance with all the passion, grace and fire that she embodies but that same passion, grace and fire ignites a lust and passion and desire in me that I find difficult to manage. Her body moves with a sexy precision that creates such a deep lustful desire to capture her and experience awesome pleasure that her body could undoubtedly deliver. I imagine seeing her move through her set naked… for an audience of one… is almost too much for this setting.

    To entertain this thought more than this moment would also carry the implication that I was some how her equal or that she could some how entertain similar thoughts or desires for me, a most unlikely possibility.

    To in anyway consider fulfilling this fantasy would burst the gossamer bubble that surrounds her and the moment would vanish like so much smoke in a wind. The fantasy and the lust of the imagination in this situation are but smoky vapors when exposed to the reality of life.

    The studio door opens… pop goes the bubble.

Partisipation

    In attempt to inject some fun into the rather feted pool of unpleasantness that this blog has become have decided for better or worse to participate in a Friday Flash Fiction... um thing and maybe I will try out some other similar stuff as well. Who knows where this could lead, NST, possibly HNT.
Below the post is a button to find out what this is all about.
Sooo here we go.



    The three of them stared at me when I burst through the doors. I was lost in the Palace and was desperate to find my way back to the Ball. Two of them glared at me, their eyes were somehow accusing, the third looked to be imploring me to come in and render aid of some sort. Suddenly I realized that she was looking at my codpiece with a hungry eye. The others continued to glare; willing me and my codpiece to burst into flames and drift away like a mote of dust drifting in a shaft of morning sun streaming in through a window. Dressed as they were I was struck by the half full or half empty glass puzzle… are these two women half dressed or half undressed, and are they helping this other woman into or out of her gown? Perhaps, had I lasted just a few more moments in the armory with the Princess, receiving my first Royal blowjob, this situation might have evolved sufficiently for me to make a more complete evaluation, but alas, my future Mother in-law must not be kept waiting, something about an after dinner snack.