Break Through

I had a break through last night and was able to conceive of an entire plot for a new semi-autobiographical slash fictional story last night. Recent events in my life have given me reason to believe that I should be writing it down and so I sketched it out. I shared my idea with a close friend and she loves it – told me that she would read the book if it were ever published. I’m going to go for it now. I need to spend a few weeks and months working it out, outlining and plotting my characters and storyline. I’m really excited about it. I might even try for NaNoWriMo this year, if I can wait that long to start writing it.

30 Day Creative Writing Challenge: Day 1

Prompt: Something you love.

He watched her as she let her hair down. It cascaded over her shoulders, falling effortlessly and brushing against her skin with a whisper. Her hand found it’s way through her tresses, her fingers pushing it out of her eyes and away from her forehead. She smoothed her palm over the back of her head, once, twice, three times. She pulled at her hair, forcing it into submission against her shoulders, brushing her breast with the inside of her wrist, as she did so. He wished she wouldn’t worry so much about her hair. It was so beautiful. She knew this, he knew she did, but still she worried.

He remembered the afternoon that they walked through the park, her fingers laced with his and she stopped mid-sentence and watched as an elderly woman passed with her dog.

“We almost have the same color hair,” she said, thoughtfully. He looked at the old woman’s gray, blue tinted hair and wondered, just for a moment, if his love had lost her mind. But then he caught her glance and his eyes trailed down to the copper dog, trotting happily at it’s owner’s ankles.

“You just compared yourself to a Cocker Spaniel,” he commented, his eyebrows raised. Her head turned as she followed the dog with her eyes. They turned a corner and disappeared and only then did she look back at him, a smile playing on her lips.

“I did. And his color is much better than mine. Mine will never be that rich copper color,” she said, squeezing his hand and pulling him forward. “I think my hair is turning brown, anyway. I hate that.”

Smiling fondly at her jealousy of a domesticated dog, he reached for her and took a lock of her hair between his fingers and let it slide across his skin. She turned to look at him, a surprised expression on her face. She’d been so preoccupied, fussing with her hair that she’d forgotten that he was there, watching her. He hooked his finger underneath her chin and pulled her face close to his.

“You beautiful today, baby,” he said. She smiled and he closed in on her, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her tenderly. She smiled against his lips and drew away, looking down at him dubiously.

“Yeah, but my hair…” she started.

“… is perfect,” he said, interrupting her. “I love your hair.”

She looked away, picking up the book that she’d been reading just moments before she’d decided that her hair was a mess. She then turned and looked back at him.

She pushed her hair behind her ear and smiled. “Me too.”

30 Day Creative Writing Challenge

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30 Day Creative Writing Challenge

I borrowed this challenge from Tumblr and then modified it a bit. I hope to spark my muse with this one. We’ll see where it ends up.

1. Something you love.

2. A couple.

3. Write about something ugly — war, fear, hate, cruelty — but find the beauty (silver lining) in it.

4. A pair of eyeglasses.

5. Something historical.

6. Family.

7. A pet who is loved.

8. Something personal.

9. A love poem!

10. Something you hate.

11. An adventure!

12. A favorite memory…

13. “Remember that time when…”

14. Friends.

15. A happy ending.

16. A goodbye.

17. Write about your early memories of faith, religion, or spirituality; yours or someone else’s.

18. Describe a “first” (first apartment, first kiss, first time driving a car, first lie, first big success, first roller coaster ride, first time in this setting).

19. Write about one (or both) of your parents. Start with “I was born…”

20. A short fanfic.

21. Something erotic.

22. Something irritating.

23. An argument.

24. An important conversation, in the style of a movie script.

25. Describe a significant place, allowing the details to reveal why the place matters. Describe it from a tree or rooftop or from a hawk’s point of view. Describe it from the height of a dog or a turtle.

26. Yourself.

27. Write about your first name—why you were given it, what associations or stories are attached to it, what you think or know it means. Do the same for your last name. Given the chance, what name would you give yourself?

28. A suicide note.

29. An idea.

30. Choose a photograph from a published collection of black-and-whites, of humans in uncertain conditions. Write the story of one of the individuals or one of the groupings.

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- Heather

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