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Ten lines with a solar eclipse
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writer00: Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to write exactly ten lines in which a solar eclipse appears (edit: or doesn't). Could be a poem, a freewrite, or a very short story.
My contribution:
Surya stepped quietly into the room, at once revealing every curve of fabric and hidden crevice. Though clothed in traditional red, her hair bound and braided by long custom, Sanjna felt suddenly as if her clothes were a deception not to be harbored before her husband. He stepped towards her, and she shielded her eyes from his intensity. Look upon me, he intoned, see me and let there be approval in your eyes. With one hand he drew her chin towards him, with another he caressed her cheek, while his remaining hands began to undress her.
"Husband, I cannot," she protested, tears streaming down her face, pupils shrinking to save her vision. Her skin, enflamed by his presence, began to char where he caressed her. She shrieked out in pain, a long howling song in the rhythm of his caresses. He kissed her where the skin flaked away and newborn flesh rose up in those places.
He pushed his lingam into her sun-dried yoni, and her scream rose to a higher pitch as darkness engulfed the room.
writer00: Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to write exactly ten lines in which a solar eclipse appears (edit: or doesn't). Could be a poem, a freewrite, or a very short story.My contribution:
Surya stepped quietly into the room, at once revealing every curve of fabric and hidden crevice. Though clothed in traditional red, her hair bound and braided by long custom, Sanjna felt suddenly as if her clothes were a deception not to be harbored before her husband. He stepped towards her, and she shielded her eyes from his intensity. Look upon me, he intoned, see me and let there be approval in your eyes. With one hand he drew her chin towards him, with another he caressed her cheek, while his remaining hands began to undress her.
"Husband, I cannot," she protested, tears streaming down her face, pupils shrinking to save her vision. Her skin, enflamed by his presence, began to char where he caressed her. She shrieked out in pain, a long howling song in the rhythm of his caresses. He kissed her where the skin flaked away and newborn flesh rose up in those places.
He pushed his lingam into her sun-dried yoni, and her scream rose to a higher pitch as darkness engulfed the room.
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Glad you picked up on this.
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