Something I’m working on, or one of many things more accurately. More intense language than I’d ever use in real life, but felt right with the character. Just playing around with more first person POV because it’s good writing practice. — The pain reverberated along my spine, drawing hot tears from my eyes. It surprised …
For Ss and Gs, I opened a few accounts. Find me on The Facebook at Cara Thereon. I’m on Twitter @thereon_cara. Lets call this a social media experiment, so indulge me by popping by and giving me a follow. Writing test from Andy for the week. It’s a twofer! I’m giving you a poem and …
The intricate pattern of the Windsor knot appeared under his hands without much thought. His mind was definitely elsewhere… Would she wear the dress he left on the bed? It was daring, cut so low the soft swell of her breasts would spill out. His hands pause as he thought about the metallic fabric hugging …
(A few somethings before I head out the door) An April Fool’s Inspiration Monday. I admit to being fooled so good on our host for getting me. Here’s a little poetry since I’m still short on creative prose. — The truth, delivered soft or hard A blow or a gentle caress To topple or to …
Andy is doing a Tuesday writing prompt so of course I jumped on board. I’m working on developing a thicker skin so I’m asking for critique on this. Keep it constructive! Prompt: Guilty Conscience Length: 200 words — “What’s all this about? It’s not my birthday?” The pleasure at his “surprise present” was disappearing as …
A long time ago I made an attempt at an erotic paranormal piece. I stopped writing it because I wasn’t sure it was worth continuing. Heidi mentioned writing something vampire related to me the other day. Of course, I enjoy a writing challenge and a prompt of any kind so I said I’d see what …
Up early. A romantic bit I wrote a while ago that I figured I’d repost. — The oak tree scratched the skin on her back every time she moved, but she plastered herself against it anyway. Darkness wrapped around her, hiding the verdant color of the soft grass beneath her feet and the shimmering leaves …
Prompted by Inspiration Monday, which I haven’t participated in for a while. — “Smoke?” He barely acknowledged the white and red pack of smokes that appeared before his eyes. A simple grunt was answer enough. The metallic snick of the lighter drew him from his pensive thoughts long enough to stare at the woman taking …
I keep another site that houses the multitude of stories living in my brain. It’s private so it takes the pressure off me to perform, and I find I am freer in my writing. I wrote this today. This piece isn’t construing anything so please don’t view it as anything other than pure fiction. I …
What does it mean to miss someone? Better to have love and lost Than to never have loved at all? But when the pain is so acute you can’t breathe Could the comfort of “never had” Ease you into a good night’s sleep? Nothing hurts worse than longing But hope is a powerful thing And …