Writing Challenge ~ May 2015

WRITING CHALLENGE ~ MAY 2015​

Another new month, how is it May already?? Anyway, as always, massive thankyous to those who participated in last month’s challenge!
And without further ado, here are your prompts for May. Hopefully you’ll find something that inspires you!


You can involve the prompts themselves in your piece and make your link to the prompts as obvious or as subtle as you like or use them simply as inspiration for something else. You can use part of the prompts, just one aspect of the images, or use them in their entirety.

As there are several prompts you can of course chose to use all of them in one piece or write one for each…again, it’s your writing, your challenge. You write whatever you’re inspired to write!

The word limit for this challenge is 3,000 words and your submission can take whatever form you desire – poetry or prose, complete story or a vignette. Erotic or not, serious or light hearted, it’s whatever you want it to be!!

Post only your submissions in this thread, constructive comments and reviews are to be posted in the appropriately named – Comment and Review Thread

And please, if you do take the time to read? Please just take a few more minutes to leave a comment.

The deadline for this month’s challenge is Sunday 31st May 2015, with June’s challenge hopefully going live in the following days.

Previous challenges and reviews can be found here.

Happy writing!

Lover's Truths/Lover's Lies

Lover's lies whispered in the rain
Fall on willing ears the same
As budding flowers.

Lover's vows shouted to the trees
Find eager lips to share decrees
White oaks to bear the witness.

Lover's dreams draped in rainbow streamers
Burn just as readily
As kindling.

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Lover's truths whispered in the rain
Give faith to those who'll hear
Give life to budding flowers.

Lover's oaths shouted to the trees
Give strength to believe
Grant fortifying leaves.

Lover's dreams draped in rainbow streamers
Burn just as brightly
As sunlight through the treeline.

We Were Expecting You

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It was a quarter to three when Jason Locke came home from his daily jog just in time to see his beautiful brunette wife Janet step out of the house in only a red robe and go into the woods which made Jason curious enough to follow her.

And just as she was about to reach an old door, Jason grabbed Janet by the arm, pulled her over to a nearby tree and said, "I know you're lying about not feeling well enough to go on our daily jog for the past for the past four weeks! Now, I want to know what the fucking hell is going on?!"

That made Janet close her eyes, let out a sigh and say, "Let go of my arm, Jason. And I'll show you.", which he had reluctantly done in order to get some straight answers from her.

And when she approached the door, it opened itself up and revealed another forest in the other side of the doorway.

Then, after she looked and smiled at Jason and stepped into the doorway, he followed Janet into that other forest and watched her slip off her robe and have sex with their next door neighbors Alan and Laura Van Dyke.

And while Alan was fucking Janet in the ass with his hands on her tits, Laura walked over to Jason with a smile and said, "We were expecting you, Jason. It's about time you've joined us."

Then, after Laura pulled down his pants and started sucking on his cock, Jason looked at Janet and saw that she was unable to break free from Alan's grip before he sank a pair of razor sharp fangs into her flesh and started eating her alive.

That made Jason wake up screaming in his own bed right next to Janet.

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The Portal

The portal was open. That, in and of itself, was not significant. That it did not open to Grace Point was. For all recorded history, the portal always opened on the longest day. Always a door to Grace Point. The elders showed no sign of surprise, pretending instead that they had expected it. I knew different. I could smell their fear.

The elders conferred in private, discussing the future of the colony. Their birthing charts were for naught if Grace Point was inaccessible. I knew what it meant. Others were content to leave it to the elders, ignore the portal and continue with their lives minus the Baqua. I, for one, was not content. After twenty winters, I had finally come of age. My time had come and I knew I was listed twice on the charts. My chance at bliss faded with the portal’s failure.

Turan stood next to me, her light pink silks barely moving in the stagnant air. Like me, she had come of age and desired the Baqua above all things. I knew what she was thinking as she looked at the path the portal revealed, traveling through some unknown forest without any signs of human habitation. Might that path lead to a Baqua?

The risks would be great if the path lead nowhere and the portal closed. In the past, the portal stayed open from sunrise to sunrise. Then again, it had always opened to Grace Point. The rules had changed.

“Come with me, Quin” Turan said. She had made up her mind. Her smile was so endearing, always ruining logic. I looked at the portal, the path and then back to Turan. Damn those blue eyes.

“Yes,” I replied. I would violate the elder’s decree. I would wrestle a bear and bleed out to see that smile. Turan took my hand, leading me through the portal with confidence. A brief dizziness followed by a slight temperature change were the only signs we had crossed. I turned to see Yarddon Parish situated comfortably on the other side. Turan smiled, I followed. We headed down the trail.

It was many hours before we realized the trail circled. We had seen no sign of Grace Point or any other colony, if others existed at all. We arrived back at the portal before the sun had set, well before its normal closing. My heart dropped to find it closed. History was broken.

“We are doomed,” I said. There would be no Baqua this year, and for us, none ever. I followed a smile that had led me to my death. My seed line would end. I failed my ancestors, Yarddon Parish and myself.

“We can hunt,” Turan smiled, “we can build. There’s water and most likely fish in that stream we crossed.” I ignored her smile. It had only brought me death. My whole line dies with me. She thought of only a trivial life. One of existance.

“We have failed,” I informed her, “our lines will die. There will be no Baqua for us today or in the future.” I dropped my eyes to the ground. My ass soon followed as I sat hard next to the closed portal. My only link to yesterday.

“Aye,” Turan agreed, “Our lines may die.” She sat next to me, closer than a woman should. “We need not forgo Baqua.” Her hand covered mine. The softness was enchanting. I could not pull my hand away as I should. Our colors were to close. The elders designated us for Baqua for that reason. I looked up into her pools of blue.

“It would violate everything we know,” I stuttered. My body did not agree with my words. I knew it to be wrong, but her hand was too soft. Her lips too red. Her eyes too blue. Damn that smile.

“I care not for rules,” Turan said, “I have prayed to mix with you.” She pulled my hand to her breast and tucked it under, holding it there. “Ohma has heard my prayers. He has given you to me.”

“You broke the portal?” I asked. My hand was so warm. Heat was rising everywhere. Tales of Baqua broke from my memories, teasing me.

“I have fixed it,” Turan smiled. My heart sped up. She was beguiling me. I knew I should run. I could not. She let go of my hand and let if fall to her lap. I stared as it laid upon her silk covered thigh. She should not be so close. Nobody warned me women smelled so good. “We will have our own Baqua.” She reached up and dropped her silks off her shoulders. They floated down, exposing parts I shouldn’t see. The beauty amazed me. My hand was back in hers, floating upward toward her breast. I did not want to fight it. Weakness had swallowed me.

Her breast was a marvelous thing. Soft and firm, mixed all wrong, but perfect in every way. I squeezed gently, growing her smile. I added mine as pleasure filled me. I lifted it, feeling its weight. I ran my finger across the nipple, so different from mine. Larger and responsive to my touch. Amazing how it grew to point strongly. I soon found her other breast worked the same way.

“Kiss them,” Turan instructed. I had been told about this. It was pleasing to women, used to arouse them during Baqua. I looked one more time at the portal. It was closed. My fate rested here, with these breasts. I bent my head, her hand softly circled the back of my neck and pulling me gently to her breast. I kissed the top above the nipple. Turan guided my head lower. Taking the hint, I kissed her nipple. She moaned softly. A most wonderful sound. I wanted dearly to hear it again. I took her nipple between my lips. It was then, I found out that kissing breasts was pleasurable for men also.

My manhood responded most proudly. More so than at night when the dreams would strike. The more attention I paid to Turan’s breasts, the more I wanted to pay attention to them. How does one break from such a spell? When would one eat?

It was Turan who laughingly pushed me away. She was more beautiful than I ever envisioned before. The way she moved and how her breast moved a moment after, almost bouncing in luxurious waves. How I wanted to die between them. I watched as she rose, her curves moving snake like, so wonderfully lush. She stepped out of her silks, then dropped her undercloth. I will remember the smell till the day I die. It hit me, a blast of the spring woods after a light rain. Cedar and pine all mixed together. And she had breasts.

Turan held out her hand. I followed her smile to my feet. She moved close. I no longer cared about elder dictates. The laws no longer applied to me. She undressed me as I mired myself in her astonishing breasts. My shirt found the ground, followed by my belt. I flushed when she pulled my pants to my knees. I had forgotten about my erection, such an evil way for her to first see me. Her eyes saw only wonder. Mayhap, my manhood is much like her breasts.

Turan reached out and touched my erection. A shock drove through me, straight up my backside. An incredible pleasure followed it, tightening my manhood. I wanted nothing more than for her to touch it again. She did. My legs weakened as all but her hand disappeared from the world. Her glorious hand. The most perfect thing. Suddenly, the pleasure grew close to the unbearable. I stepped away from her as my manhood leaked. I held my breath as the feeling subsided. I had no idea if it was harmful to let it go farther. The intensity was overwhelming.

“It’s alright,” Turan said, “Magda told me about it.” Her smile wasn’t reassuring. “Let me finish it.” She said, anxious like a child desiring a new toy. I stepped away, her nakedness forcing me to reconsider. I wanted her near, I wasn’t sure how near. She stepped close, her breasts rubbing mine, a soft blanket I could not push off. She kissed me. Not the kiss of greeting, but a kiss that would put us in the stockade. Her lips merging softly with mine, parting. Her tongue found its way to mine. Heaven could not be as good.

I pulled Turan close, mashing her seductive breasts into mine. My hands flowing over her body, touching parts I have never known. Her lips, her smell, her softness overwhelmed everything. When her hand found my manhood again, everything exploded. A deep abiding pleasure emptied out of me as Turan laughed sweetly. Again it happened, followed by two more decreasing spasms. I thought it might be the end of me since I felt as if my insides had emptied to the world. Turan held me as my heart calmed. Her softness assuring me I was not dying.

“Was that not wonderful?” Turan asked, her lips a hair's breath from my ear.

“Most wonderful,” I agreed. Turan took my hand, her lips finding mine again. She pulled my hand between her legs and had me cup her sex. She was so hot, almost burning. Her moan echoed in my mouth. Her lips trailed away, along my cheek, back to my ear.

“Play with me,” Turan whispered. I smiled, thinking she would feel as I did. I wanted her to explode like I did. I explored. A more difficult task since she was more inside than out. My fingers found her opening amongst the folds. She sucked in her breath as I entered her. So hot and wet, I had little trouble though a tightness tried to fight me. “Quin, my Quin,” she whispered in my ear. I was having an effect. A most enjoyable task. I moved my fingers around, finding every crevice. When my finger pulled forward, she gasped. I retreated quickly, figuring I had hurt her. “No,” she said, “more of that.” I pulled my finger forward again, drawing tiny circles inside her.

Turan stiffened. Rigid tremors began to grow within her. Her legs tightened around my hand, squeezing me tight as she screamed pleasure into my poor ear. I held her as she spasmed, so much longer than I had. She weakened and pulled me down to the grass with her. She collapsed into me, laughing with happiness. I no longer desired to return to Yarddon Parish. I could hunt and fish. We could build shelter. We could play the rest of the time.

“There’s more,” Turan whispered, her finger tracing my jaw in a most endearing manner, “much much more. Magda told me everything.” I wished I could thank Magda. I leaned toward Turan and kissed her deep. I so wanted to learn everything.

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Elder Sampson waited for Sunrise. They had lost two last year to the erred portal. He was sure the portal would reset, become one with Grace Point again. If not, mayhap they would recover the two they lost. The birthing chart required one or the other. The birthing pool was two small to continue long without new blood. Turan and Quin promised much for the Baqua. Clean breeding to continue the clan. Grace Point would be in the same predicament. Also needing new blood to refresh their lines.

The sun peeked above the horizon and the portal shimmered. The image coalesced into the forest path. Again, no Grace Point. The elder hoped the two would be waiting, but nothing but forest. He feared entering, knowing the sunrise to sunrise didn’t seem to apply to the path. He called, but heard nothing in return so he sat, hoping they returned to the portal regularly to check for return.

In time, an old woman moved up next to Elder Sampson, sitting the appropriate distance away. She held a package wrapped in paper, tied tight with string. She too, waited the vigil. In time, there was movement on the path. The elder and the old woman stood. Coming toward the portal were two young people, hair unkempt, the man with a beard in full growth. Animal skins barely covering that which should remain hidden. Their smiles were most disconcerting to the elder. Perhaps insanity took hold.

In the woman's arms, a newly born was cooing at the sky. The old woman, smiling, moved toward them and stopped before the portal.

“Are you happy?” the old woman asked.

“Oh, yes,” Turan answered. The old woman laughed and tossed the package to the young man. Quin caught it deftly, his reflexes sure after a year of survival.

“There’s a razor amongst other things,” the old woman said, pointing at the package. “Don’t want you tickling her thighs with your beard.” The elder blanched, barely understanding the reference.

“My many thanks, Magda,” Quin said, blowing a kiss the old woman’s way.

“Enjoy each other, I will see you next year,” Magda said, and touched the outside of the portal in a place known only to her. It flickered, the path turning to mist, then reforming into the surprised faces of the Grace Point elders.

“What have you done?” Elder Sampson demanded.

“I let love loose,” Magda laughed, “the portal to the heart can’t be closed by such as you.”