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Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Monster
Tell us about the last time you were really, truly jealous of someone. Did you act on it? Did it hurt your relationship? I admire him, he is the father, the imperious maître, perhaps the last of the...
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Daily Prompt: Elevator
You’re stuck in an elevator with an intriguing stranger. Write this scene. I am always embarrassed when I am confined in a small space, and never more than when this space is shared with a lady I...
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An Aut to Fraa Stephenson, author of Anathem
Anathem: (1) In Proto-Orth, a poetic or musical invocation of Our Mother Hylaea, which since the time of Adrakhones has been the climax of the daily liturgy (hence the Fluccish word Anthem meaning a...
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#FiveSentenceFiction: Desolate
“Victor, I’m twenty six. That’s a hundred and five in model years.” ~ Bret Easton Ellis: Glamorama They’d cut her last shoot down from one hour to forty minutes, an ominous sign. As she walked into...
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#WritersWednesday: Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis ~
“I know who you are and I know what you’re doing.” Today I am taking a break from my usual #WW feuilleton to say a few words about Glamorama. I got this book as a Xmas present from son no … Continue...
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Daily Prompt: Never
Tell us about a thing you’ll never write about. It is the deepest secret. Our fingers enlaced, we see the mountain, high above us, it is summer, the blue of the sky is terrifying, the air icy. The...
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Daily Prompt: You’ve Got the Power #WW
You have the power to enact a single law. What would it be? I looked at the judge: I see her icy blue eyes moving from me, standing, listening, to you, my sweet love. I see tears in your … Continue...
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#WritersWednesday ~ O m’a dit/4
This is the continuation of my translation of Régine Desforges’ interview of Pauline Réage, author of Histoire d’O, in 1975. /avant-propos, /1, /2, /3 RD – There is one thing I would like you to tell...
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#FiveSentenceFiction: Home
She walks slowly down the wide staircase, the morning sunlight shimmers on the stones of the hall down in front of her. The house is quiet, luminous, the air is cool, a soft light wind comes through...
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Murder
“This post is written for the 110 Creative Challenge Contest, hosted by Thewhitescape“ Murder My father taught me to despise violence, to despise the provocation of it. But he taught me other things...
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#FiveSentenceFiction: Flight ~ #photography #longing
We saw you, in the immensity of the skies, soaring, oblivious of us. A perfect geometry, beyond human skills, but not beyond our hearts. We wished you farewell, my lens failing to seize but a fraction...
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Daily Prompt: Opposite Day
If you normally write non-fiction, post a photo. If you normally post images, write fiction. If you normally write fiction, write a poem. If you normally write poetry, draw a picture. In your eyes I...
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In Berlin (in five sentences…)
I drove carefully along your highways, approaching your centre as one approaches a very beautiful woman, a little tensed, perhaps apprehensive at the thought of your contemptuous stare… How quiet were...
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#FiveSentenceFiction: Thunder
In Lauenburg The river flows, grey on grey, and fast is the Elbe. Through the wet cobbled streets, past the old mariner observing the clouds, we walk hand in hand. So dark the sky, so fast the clouds,...
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#FiveSentenceFiction: Determination
He looks at the faded picture, the more he looks, the deeper his longing. But he knows: it was so long ago, anything could have happened to her; for all he knows, she might be gone, far away… Far...
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Daily Prompt: Land of Confusion
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place. The door opened, there she stood, naked. “Come in,” she said, “Don’t stand there like a lemon!” “But I came for the money,” I said, holding tight on...
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#FWF Free Write Friday: The Circle of Life
Space ants, no light, no atmosphere, ersatz of everything, no longer human, dogs of war… In his sleep he remembers… In the immensity of space, in the cruiser armed to the core, he remembers: a clear...
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#FWF: Gratitude
Long Summer evenings In the City of our love, tree-lined streets Girls on black bicycles, No fear: notes on posts Voluptuous lips Silken Thighs ~ Ecstasy without end: Forever Image: Chemise de Nuit,...
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Jane, on Respect #writing
As many writers before me, I have noticed how restless some of my characters can be, from time to time. Then, they seem to resent the narrow jacket of the story, they want more from life, or, maybe,...
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#WritersWednesday ~ Melissa on Readers and Shadows
It seems befitting, on Writers’ Wednesday, to make space for one of our beloved characters, one of the “little ones”, to express herself. Today, we welcome Melissa. I am grateful to the author for...
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