TINY TUESDAY...(m)
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TINY TUESDAY...(m)
| Tue, 02-12-2002 - 9:40am |
TINY TUESDAY...(m)
This week for the Tiny Tuesday let's try an exercise with voice and since Valentine's Day is just two days away, let's throw in the 'romance genre' just for fun. So try this: Insert this sentence into your piece anywhere you like.
"I watched as her lips parted and a soft sigh escaped as she anticipated my kiss."
Have fun, Sammi

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Very Cute! And you say you know nothing about romance?..n/t
I agree with Kat...(m)
...maybe we all should think about moving over to the romance board. LOL. Good read, Maria. And how's that cold? Sammi
Day Dreaming Indeed!...n/t
I'm partial to good-looking cowboys!! Whoa, kat great dream n/t
Thanks for the feedback....Ladies ;)
Thanks, Maria (m)
I tried to think of what men would notice in a beautiful woman. I'm glad you liked it!
Mac
Now we know...LOL! (nt)
Well, I sort of cheated (m)
I can't write romance so I had to make do with what I had. Thanks, Kat.
Mac
Nice writing! (nt)
Another late TTE
I do not kill for pleasure. I kill only for survival.
Of course there are those of my kind who do kill for pleasure. As is the case with the majority of the dangerous species – including humans – there is a number who seem to glory in their ignorance, brutishness, and wickedness. There is little either your kind or mine can do to stop them.
I have been called several names throughout the years: vampire, lamia, succubus – even though I do not focus my attention on the males. These are just convenient labels.
You have also built up myths about my kind. They are mostly false. For example, my kind does not burn to ashes with the first rays of the sun. We need not drink blood nightly. (Although, as I’ve said before, some unfortunately would soak themselves in it if they could.) We are not partial to black clothing. Garlic, holy water, none of that works. Not even crucifixes.
In fact, I still have a lovely hand-made rosary given to me by a young Carmelite novice back in 1297. She made it out of rose petals, soaked and treated over time until they became as hard as wood. It took her a little less than a year to make it, fashioning each bead individually, and then the crucifix itself. I watched her during this time, crying silently to herself over the loss of her lover, the lover that her brothers had castrated when they found him with her. I would have eased her pain sooner had she called on me.
Which brings me back to another myth. We do not stalk victims. I will only go to those who voluntarily call me.
You see, I do not feed on blood. I feed on things just as primal to your kind, though. I feed on sorrow, pain, loneliness, and loss. I draw these things from your body, as much as you wish to relinquish, and this is what has sustained me across the long millennia.
I draw these emotions with a simple kiss. Of course there are unfortunate ones who are so lost to their sorrows and pain that they give everything to me with that kiss. They relinquish their life force. These do die. Others only relinquish a part of their troubles. A chemical property in my saliva helps you to “forget” your pain. If only for a little while.
For some reason, two times of the year more than any others bring out these emotions in your kind. These are the times you call Valentine’s Day, and the winter season encompassing Christmas and Hanukkah.
It’s Valentine’s Day today, and many call on me.
I approach a young woman. I need not know the source of her sorrow. I need only take it from her. It is what I live for.
I watched as her lips parted and a soft sigh escaped as she anticipated my kiss.
I don’t know if she will die or survive. I kiss her softly.
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