Just one Line.

[Davidwa1]

She leaned over to softly kiss the man she loved. She had noticed over the past few weeks that their kisses were not as intensely lustful as they may have been at one point. They were however, filled with passion and had become an intensely loving exchange of pure passion and desire. This never culminated in them having sex, but she was beginning to love how good he was getting with his fingers and tongue.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

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Or...

 

[lovecraft68]

Or...
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No idea why, but my younger daughter is hooked on that show which seems like its been on forever.

 

[lovecraft68]

"People who say they'd laugh in the face of death obviously don't understand the punchline."

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

"People who say they'd laugh in the face of death obviously don't understand the punchline."

Saw something on YouTube yesterday saying that research in quantum physics is indicating an afterlife, that our life force is, in fact, eternal. It’s on the internet, it has to be true, right. So, who knows. I guess we’ll find out when we get there.

 

[LIDiver]

Saw something on YouTube yesterday saying that research in quantum physics is indicating an afterlife, that our life force is, in fact, eternal. It’s on the internet, it has to be true, right. So, who knows. I guess we’ll find out when we get there.

(I laughed in the face of that comment.)

 

[lovecraft68]

Saw something on YouTube yesterday saying that research in quantum physics is indicating an afterlife, that our life force is, in fact, eternal. It’s on the internet, it has to be true, right. So, who knows. I guess we’ll find out when we get there.

My wife is a minister (Because life has a sense of humor) and her church is what they refer to as "New Thought" and its a blend of spirituality and science in the sense of the power of the universe. Ernest Holmes is the founder and his books read like encyclopedias. They do follow along the lines of your post, that God is energy, God is in us, so we are energy and eternal, we might change physical matter at death, but we're still around.

She also believes in past lives and other....stuff.

My theory is that there is nothing after death, the big dark eternal sleep, nothingness but we won't be aware so who cares.

Thing is no one has ever died and come back to tell, and all these people with the "I died on the table and I saw..." none of them ever suffered brain death. The neurons were still firing meaning they were hallucinating. But all those glimpses of heaven and hell are just fodder for the ones who want to believe.

A friend of mine who is Christian has said to me a few times "But if you're wrong, you're going to hell for eternity!"

I'll take my chances on all religion being mythology thank you.

 

[Erozetta]

My wife is a minister (Because life has a sense of humor) and her church is what they refer to as "New Thought" and its a blend of spirituality and science in the sense of the power of the universe. Ernest Holmes is the founder and his books read like encyclopedias. They do follow along the lines of your post, that God is energy, God is in us, so we are energy and eternal, we might change physical matter at death, but we're still around.

She also believes in past lives and other....stuff.

My theory is that there is nothing after death, the big dark eternal sleep, nothingness but we won't be aware so who cares.

Thing is no one has ever died and come back to tell, and all these people with the "I died on the table and I saw..." none of them ever suffered brain death. The neurons were still firing meaning they were hallucinating. But all those glimpses of heaven and hell are just fodder for the ones who want to believe.

A friend of mine who is Christian has said to me a few times "But if you're wrong, you're going to hell for eternity!"

I'll take my chances on all religion being mythology thank you.

I love when people throw that at me. I always respond, "You also believe that a mass murderer/rapist/child abuser can repent and ask forgiveness on their deathbed after a lifetime of destroying people and still get into heaven while the person who dedicated their life to helping others won't because they weren't christened/questioned God/didn't believe. If that's what's waiting in heaven, then all the people I want to be around are in hell. Good luck."

I also have Christian friends who get it and accept that it's a fucked up idea and they struggle to apply logic to it as well. They still believe, they just aren't dicks about it, lol.

Personally, I believe in possibility with a hard lean toward "It's probably all myth."

It's like writing for me, it's all an idea or what if or could be and we won't know where the truth in the story lies until we reach the forever unedited end.

 

[StillStunned]

Interesting topic, but perhaps we should avoid taking it further so this thread doesn't get closed. Or worse: moved to the Politics forum.

 

[Erozetta]

Back on topic, sorta. A couple of lines from my April Fool's contest entry, Lyin' Eyes:

My boyfriend chose men he didn't see as competition to him. Men I'd never be with willingly. This was the first time he ever got it wrong.

 

[StillStunned]

I was up early the following morning. Just as I finished up in the bathroom my phone chimed. I almost dropped it in my eagerness, and when I saw Myrna’s name my cock gave a twitch.

It was a photo of a cream blouse of what looked like linen, and a dark green pleated skirt. This is what I’ll be wearing today.

I pictured her wearing it. Nice!

Another message came in. This time the picture was of a set of gold-coloured bra and knickers, lace with satin. And this is what I won’t be wearing.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

From a WIP story:


It was that damned kiss after the sex, the one where I held her in my arms full of caring and compassion and concern. That was what was wreaking havoc in my soul, fucking with my head. That one simple, perfect kiss.

 

[WordsIntheWyld]

After six versions, I finally landed this line for a story I wrote.

Ghosts don’t rest. And the past? It doesn’t knock—it kicks the door in.

 

[lovecraft68]

"Where would you like me to sit?" Lori asked.

"Anywhere but where you've been sitting the last six months, my son's lap."

 

[lovecraft68]

"When they're as young as fourteen the Lefay's send their young to Europe to fight in the parts of the world where other old blood lines still exist and war among themselves. If they return its because they've killed those who would kill them. That's when they're little more than children." Dracul paused and waited for Bellino to reply, when he didn't, he rolled his eyes and stated the point the other was too dense to understand. "These are the people you and your bunch of mafia rats want to go against?"

 

[Rob_Royale]

This one was fun.

She could see the trepidation in his eyes, that everyone with an ounce of sense should have when someone approaches their private parts with a razor.

 

[redgarters]

From a work in progress, hoping to publish soon:

"She’s the silent rhythm of my days, the heartbeat behind every breath I take."

 

[lovecraft68]

"Know that line they're not worth it?" Jericho asked while removing the assault rifle from its case. "That was coined by the people not worth it to make it seem like only an asshole would stoop to their level,"
He slammed the magazine home with a loud metallic click. "But sooner or later? Someone decides those fuckers are worth it."

 

[WordsIntheWyld]

I'm currently writing a new story called "When the Music Fades." The first two lines capture the underlying emotion of this romance.

"There’s something cruel about spring in Tokyo. The way the cherry blossoms fall so gently, so effortlessly, like the world isn’t full of impossible choices and silent heartbreaks."

One thing has become clear to me as I'm outlining the story and its characters: I think I leaned too heavily into Manga territory. sigh. I'm weighing my options: do I plow ahead or jump ship and leave this in the digital wasteland?

 

[onehitwanda]

Busy putting the polish on my next work. I like this little exchange.

“... are you fucking with me? Is she fucking with me?” I demanded, when I'd recovered the ability to speak. “Nobody pays ten thousand crowns for a cargo run! Nobody pays ten thousand crowns for anything! Just what in Heaven's name are you transporting? Gold? Emeralds? The eastern Pope's missing leg?”

“Me,” she answered softly, after a pause.

 

[StillStunned]

Busy putting the polish on my next work. I like this little exchange.

I like it, but if you're open to some criticism...

It feels awkward to mention the pause after she's spoken. Like taking a short step back in time. To me, it would feel more natural if was something like:

There was a pause. Then: "Me," she answered softly.

Or:

She was silent for a moment. When she answered, her voice was soft. "Me."

But maybe this is just me. I'm very particular about keeping the flow going in one direction.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

Busy putting the polish on my next work. I like this little exchange.

Why do I hear an implied, "And as for fucking with you, not yet." screaming in my head???

 

[SerenaSteeleMonroe]

Then I saw her standing by the edge of the pond, beautiful and terrifying as ever.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

First line of a magical realism piece I think I'm probably going to call "Twilight Dreams."(go figure_)
And, NO, it doesn't have anything to do with that damned vampire show...

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Twilight dreams - interlopers blurring the boundaries between sleep and wake; vivid images dancing along the seam between real and imagined, portents of things to come, echoes of what has been. My grandmother bade me to mind them carefully. Lately, they’d been screaming too loud to ignore.

 

[SerenaSteeleMonroe]

Twinkle, Twinkle, little vamp, how I want to stake your ass. Heart, I mean. I might peg his prissy ass first!

First line of a magical realism piece I think I'm probably going to call "Twilight Dreams."(go figure_)
And, NO, it doesn't have anything to do with that damned vampire show...

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Twilight dreams - interlopers blurring the boundaries between sleep and wake; vivid images dancing along the seam between real and imagined, portents of things to come, echoes of what has been. My grandmother bade me to mind them carefully. Lately, they’d been screaming too loud to ignore.