11/2 #HumpDayChallenge (this is also done in the style of my Nano novel.)
Alana raced to the police station as she crossed the street. She needed help; there was a strange man that continued to hover around her anytime she left her house and she didn’t know how to get rid of him.
At the main desk, a buck-toothed dispatcher watched at her with disinterest as she tried to tell her story. Other officers looked on as she spoke, with the same disinterested apathy. It was like they were all under some spell.
“What the hell is wrong with you people?” she yelled, no longer trying to humble herself to the police.----
Title: Nighshade Dalliance
Every night was the same, he came to me. He came in me. I didn’t know his name, he didn’t know mine. We didn’t need names or labels, we just were.
By day he was gone, perhaps a mirage or a ghost or my imagination. I did not care.
His touch set me afire, his kisses blistering, his body scorching.
As we moved together, his thrusts ignited a passion in me that no mortal man had before. I rose above myself, still entwined with his body. We soared, together adrift in our lovemaking, never ending until daybreak touched the sheets.
Title: Soft Shoe
“Say what you want about the shoes, but my husband certainly likes them,” Marianne said as she showed off her patent leather heels.
“Oh, my John likes the shoes too,” Leilana agreed. “However, what he likes about the shoes is a bit disconcerting.”
Marianne arched an eyebrow. “Do tell.”
“Hmm, how do I say this?” Leilana hesitated before continuing. “He likes to … wear them.”
“No!” The expression of shock on Marianne’s face was practically risible.
“Yes!” Leilana assured. “He goes nuts for them. I’ve been married to the man for over ten years and never knew he had such a shoe fetish!” She took a sip of her mojito as she gathered her thoughts. “You know those red platforms I bought last month that I just couldn’t want to wear out?”
“He stole them! I never even got a chance to wear them before he had them all stretched out! The worst part is that he … he … masturbated on them! They’re ruined!”
Marianne choked on her sip of her drink. “Seriously?”
“Yes! I’m so embarrassed, shocked … gah, I don’t know what to feel, except I need a shoe locker with a strong lock.”
---11/8 #TuesdayTales (also done in the spirit of my Nano novel)
Despite her anxiety, Alana was in high spirits. David was a source of effervescence for her. He made the anxiety and fear roll off her back when all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and pretend that no one was after her.
As she looked out from his bedroom balcony, she no longer feared the outdoors. Between her pendant and the protection David provided, she knew that the destroyers could not hurt her. She just had to figure out how to defeat them once and for all before they hurt anyone else in her family.
Prompt: Your main character encounters your world’s version of the goose that laid the golden egg.
Holy cow. I mean HOLY cow. Literally. Well, not literally since I wasn’t Hindu but still. This was awesome. I would be set for life. Hell, I’d be set for my next life too … and possibly the life after that.
I never would have thought I would have found the answer here of all places. Not quite exactly where one would expect it to be. Would you expect the THE book to just be laying there?
This wasn’t just any book, mind you. And no, it wasn’t the Bible or the Qur’an or the Vedas or even the Idiots Guide to Life.
No, this was much more important and world altering.
I had found a first edition, signed copy of, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Not important you say? HERESY.
Douglas Adams is a God in my universe and I found his holy writ.
Now don’t make me choke you with my towel if you disagree.---
And now I'm caught up. :)