800 - 1,000 word stories

[CharleyH]

I have to write one, but it is seriously difficult because my leaning is toward story, with sex.

What does one who reads porn expect out of 1,000 words? Obviously, there only seems room for sex. Each time I try, I go to 1500 words because I have a hard time dumping the story, which to me, is the interesting part. However, does one actually expect story componants in such a small window of space?

Writers? Is 1,000 words considered to be in the pure smut genre? Well, I know it must be because it can't 'not' be. How do you get over the incredible leaning that there needs to be a story to have sex?

Do you start in the middle of it, with only a few words of backstory? Example:

"She was touching me.

I looked around the room, not sure where I was, what I was doing, what I had said. The last thing I remember was being at the Frat party, and now? Now I was in the dorm – my dorm. With a girl, her lips pressed over my nipple.

.....

What an art a brief smut piece is.

 

[Colleen Thomas]

I have to write one, but it is seriously difficult because my leaning is toward story, with sex.

What does one who reads porn expect out of 1,000 words? Obviously, there only seems room for sex. Each time I try, I go to 1500 words because I have a hard time dumping the story, which to me, is the interesting part. However, does one actually expect story componants in such a small window of space?

Writers? Is 1,000 words considered to be in the pure smut genre? Well, I know it must be because it can't 'not' be. How do you get over the incredible leaning that there needs to be a story to have sex?

Do you start in the middle of it, with only a few words of backstory? Example:

"She was touching me.

I looked around the room, not sure where I was, what I was doing, what I had said. The last thing I remember was being at the Frat party, and now? Now I was in the dorm – my dorm. With a girl, her lips pressed over my nipple.

.....

What an art a brief smut piece is.

In such a short work, you should reorient yourself. You aren't telling a story, you are just writing a scene. A vingette of sex, as it were. I can't even do that in 100 words

Good luck

 

[impressive]

Do it as a letter. It's easy, then.

EDIT: See my "Allure." (Shameless plug.)

 

[Guest]

Did you ever read any of the Snippettsville stories?

Some of those managed sex in 600 words.

 

[TheEarl]

I have to write one, but it is seriously difficult because my leaning is toward story, with sex.

What does one who reads porn expect out of 1,000 words? Obviously, there only seems room for sex. Each time I try, I go to 1500 words because I have a hard time dumping the story, which to me, is the interesting part. However, does one actually expect story componants in such a small window of space?

Writers? Is 1,000 words considered to be in the pure smut genre? Well, I know it must be because it can't 'not' be. How do you get over the incredible leaning that there needs to be a story to have sex?

Do you start in the middle of it, with only a few words of backstory? Example:

"She was touching me.

I looked around the room, not sure where I was, what I was doing, what I had said. The last thing I remember was being at the Frat party, and now? Now I was in the dorm – my dorm. With a girl, her lips pressed over my nipple.

.....

What an art a brief smut piece is.

Just have light intro-story. Nothing much in the way of backstory. All characterisation must be done in the actions that lead to sex. It is entirely possible to have good characterisation and sex, but it's going to be more of a vignette rather than a story. Don't waste a story idea on it. It's a scene; look at the actions that will lead to that scene and work out what and who your characters are. It's kinda like backwards writing.

You could try looking at my Girl Of My Dreams for an example of what I'd expect. It's one big scene, with some story and some characterisation, but it is a vignette first and foremost. It's there for the sex.

The Earl

 

[CharleyH]

In such a short work, you should reorient yourself. You aren't telling a story, you are just writing a scene. A vingette of sex, as it were. I can't even do that in 100 words

Good luck

LOL, you are beautiful, Colly, but on the topic of 1,000 words from a self professed, "I can't write under 5,000 words" person? No offence, LOL. Can I challenge you?

PS - apparently, I have a hard time, too :|

 

[CharleyH]

Do it as a letter. It's easy, then.

EDIT: See my "Allure." (Shameless plug.)

I would, but it can't be a letter. HOWEVER, smooth plug, even without the now noticed edit - lol.

 

[impressive]

I would, but it can't be a letter. HOWEVER, smooth plug, even without the now noticed edit - lol.

Shameless (afterthought) plug.

 

[CharleyH]

Did you ever read any of the Snippettsville stories?

Some of those managed sex in 600 words.

I had read various parts, but what I read were nicely woven stories with almost flawless descriptions. Can't recall, it has been months. Thanks TedE, for reminding me.

Did you write one?

 

[CharleyH]

Just have light intro-story. Nothing much in the way of backstory. All characterisation must be done in the actions that lead to sex. It is entirely possible to have good characterisation and sex, but it's going to be more of a vignette rather than a story. Don't waste a story idea on it. It's a scene; look at the actions that will lead to that scene and work out what and who your characters are. It's kinda like backwards writing.

You could try looking at my Girl Of My Dreams for an example of what I'd expect. It's one big scene, with some story and some characterisation, but it is a vignette first and foremost. It's there for the sex.

The Earl

Now why exactly you did not inform me prior, I will never know.

PS. To you and IMP, LOL, this is a question, for which I KNOW the answers, and yet feel it an intriguing QUESTION and a reflection of my thoughts. I heard a rumour about ... Lit. It will come up again. But if both your stories are that short, I will read them, since I always appreciate 'shameless promotion' lol. Mucho besitos

 

[gauchecritic]

Where's Zoot when you need him? I've seen him say this before and I whole heartedly agree with the view.

What elements are there in a story? Relationships, conflict, resolution, change.

A sex scene has all these things. Sex has all these things.

Challenges for topmost position. One wanting rough the other wanting langour. The very act of fucking and being fucked. So many resolutions (isn't there a book about that?) Change, what is more changing than la petite mort?

She didn't want it that night but I fucked her anyway. I fucked her all over the house. I fucked her in the kitchen. I fucked her in the hall. I fucked her in the cunt and in the arse. She didn't want it in the arse but I gave her it anyway. She didn't want to get pregnant but I didn't use protection, so I made her pregnant anyway.
She scratched my face and scratched my arms but before I'd finished the first time she was clawing my back and my arse, pulling me in and pushing me back trying to make the rhythm. But I'm not that sort, I say what goes and went at my own speed. When she wanted it hard I gave her it slow. When she tried to slow down I gave it the full length hard. She hated every minute and called me all the bastards she could lay her tongue to. I gave her tongue in return when she screamed for cock. When she wanted little tiny flicking licks on her clit I pushed and pulled three fingers in and out of her twat and the tears fell when I did it to her arse as well. She screamed and cried and laughed and swore. Swore she would leave and never come back, swore she had never been fucked like that. Swore that tomorrow I would get mine.

 

[logophile]

I wrote a story that is 701 words. I like it. As a matter of fact, it's one of my favorite sex scenes. I believe that it's written so that the reader knows what's going on. Yes, it's just a sex scene, but the women know each other, they have an established routine. There is some characterization and some internal conflict from the narrator. I've been debating submitting it here, but am not sure it's going to be enough for the readers.

Coffee Shop

On my way downtown,
I stop for coffee at a place where I know just what I'll get when I order.
I walk in, there she is taking an order.
She sees me and nods slyly.
I stand in line, and order an iced chai, *extra sugar*.
That’s what she’s waiting to hear and she slips out from behind the register,
through the kitchen, and into the alley.
I grab my tea from the counter and head out the front door to meet her around the backside of the building.

How are you, I call as I'm approaching her.

Glad to see you, she says as I get closer.

How's work?

The same...

Now I'm right in front of her and I give her the look that means I'm asking permission. She nods, smiles, spits her cinnamon gum on the ground and leans in for the kiss.

Just like it always is, hot, wet, devouring.

I run my hands through her spiky blonde hair-do,
she firmly grabs my ass and pulls me in to her.

The kiss goes on, she's pulling the life out of me through my mouth,
harder we kiss, harder we grind.

I grab her breasts, clenching them in my hands,
weighing them and squeezing them
like the old guy in the Charmin commercial.

She's hot now, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
I pull her shirt open and ravage her breasts, nibbling her nipples.

She responds by using her nails against my back and shoulders, moaning her approval.

She pushes my face back up, and torments my breasts the same way I've tormented hers.

I'm hungry for her and I pull her back up for another deep kiss.

We turn so that she's against the wall in the alley and I go down on her, lifting her black waitress miniskirt and pushing her wet panties to the side and out of my way.

I lap at her pussy and pull her sweetness into my mouth.
I drive my tongue into her and she is rocking on her feet, rocking on my tongue, propelling herself to orgasm while I lick and nibble and suck her clit,
her beautiful swollen clit and she is moaning and grabbing my hair and saying

Oh God, more with your tongue,
God yes, more with your tongue,
I'm cumming...Oh God…

She takes a deep breath, pulls her skirt back down,
wipes my damp face on her apron and stands me up.

Immediately she kneels in front of me and lifts my long loose skirt and goes under it,
like a kid playing fort.
No one can see her now.
I'm not wearing panties, and she slips her finger into me.
She starts by just moving it slowly in and out,
but she can't take the agony of looking without tasting and soon she's licking my pussy.
I put everything out of my mind and become one giant nerve ending.

She's stroking my clit with her tongue and she slides a second finger inside me
so that I'm completely full and it feels so wonderful.
I picture her under my skirt,
completely hidden and exploring my sex with her mouth and her fingers.

She is licking me and
I am standing in the alley and
I am swaying and trying to get my pussy closer to her mouth,
but her mouth is on me and there isn't a whole lot closer I could get.
I am aching for her and she is sliding her tongue over me and over me
and pumping her fingers in and out in and out
and her mouth is devouring my pussy just as it devoured my mouth a few minutes ago.

I am grinding into her face and pleading with myself to
let go, let go
and her fingers are petting me
and her tongue is tickling me
and her mouth is kissing me
and I am soaring away to my climax.

I cum hard, shuddering with the orgasm,
and land back on my feet in an alley
with the girl from the coffee shop.

She wiggles out from under my skirt,
pops a fresh piece of gum in her mouth,
winks at me and
walks back inside.

 

[R. Richard]

logophile:
Actually, not too bad for 701 words. However, Laurel will punt anything under 750 words. You could do a bit more about the description of the place as you walk up to it and the weather [you would really not want to do the scene in heavy rain.] You could also add a bit more description about the sex and, for that matter the alley. I would think you could get to 750 words very easily.

I did not find the story all that interesting, I prefer a bit more plot. However, that is just me.

 

[matriarch]

Charley, I had a couple of pieces that I felt stood on their own, and didn't want to weave a story around them.....I posted them under a heading 'Snapshots'. One was 1200 and one was under 900. I think it worked.

I used 'snapshot' as the title to indicate they were part of a larger picture.

 

[elsol]

a) Focus on a single thought... i.e. one sharp intake of excited breath

b) Write it first... then cut it down.

c) Kill sentences and words with vicious disregard to YOUR ego.

d) It helps me if I think in a different rhythm; I think of flash as prose poetry or a song.

e) A lot of things have to be done by suggestion unless you're focussing on a single physical act... like characterization, suggest and offload the heavy lifting to the reader

f) Use EVERY word to feed the reader... especially the title. Think of the title as the first sentence of the story.

Here's 650 words, including title, and song lyrics (which are not my own), the only outside influence is that it was done for a Mind-Control Fan.

---
Lo Que Se Acuerda
SubTitle: The Introduction
By ElSol

Undeniably, some instruments are better than others, voices that move you, words that stir, but power is in the music. Otherwise, it's raucous sound, off-key wailing, and rhyming words.

The music drew me to the performance hall; the power made me listen.

ayer conoci un cielo sin sol, y un hombre sin suelo

My mistake became visible to the audience as she lifted the dark hair streaked with painted red out of her face. She stared at me, her eyes hungering for something on the horizon of memory.

The mind couldn't remember me, but the body remembered the music.

It wasn't hers but mine, being echoed back to capture me like I had used it against her. I stood up and moved backwards, deeper into the shadows.

It had to be fixed, but the music would have its say.

y conoci tus ojos negros

"Sir, you must sit down."

The music always flowed from my guitar--the strings and my fingers making something more than either of us. This night, it was in the air, helping her body seduce the audience and waiting for me to grasp it.

I waved the guard aside, and the music made him.

y ahora si que no puedo vivir sin ellos yo

She danced on the stage, but her eyes burned through the darkness. The heat rode the waves of music to me. Her smile was one of victory; she had come hunting and found her game.

I bowed and wrapped the music around me using it to cloud her vision. She took a step almost off the stage but stopped herself. She understood; the power was in the music so I couldn't go far.

I wouldn't go far.

y vi pasar tus ojos negros

"You can't come back here!" the goon said and put his hand on my chest pushing backwards.

I raised the eyes she sang about, making him falter. My fingers touched the strings of the guitar, moving him aside. Everyone backed away as the music took them somewhere else.

I opened the door at the end of the hall and stepped inside.

y ahora si que no puedo vivir sin ellos yo

She sat on her heels, naked. Her hair was carefully dressed to hide her breasts, and her locked knees hid what would have remembered me most if I had allowed it.

"Te acuerdas de mi?" I asked.

Her hands pushed the hair over her shoulders; she stretched coming up on her knees. I enjoyed the sight, like she wanted me to. Her body was not the mountains of youth but the pleasure of moderation.

Except her hips, a part of me remembered how she moved her hips.

"No," she replied, almost smiling.

"But you remember something," I said touching the strings. She took a deep breath as power danced on the air.

"Mi cuerpo, sus manos," she whispered. "Cada noche, sus ojos. Pero en my sueños, su musica."

The truth was in her eyes; I had wanted her to remember.

he recorrido ya el mundo entero y una cosa te vengo a decir

The motion was somewhere between sexy and sensual. She stood as if the music of a night lost to her still coursed in her veins. She touched her body how I wanted her to.

How I wanted to.

Her steps were measured, each foot timed to touch the ground at the bottom of the seven breaths it took her to arrive. She pressed her body against me and...

It would be done right this time; nothing of me would be left behind. But first, she would get what she wanted, the privilege of dancing for my eyes.

I leaned down and kissed her.

viaje de Bahrein hasta Beirut, fui desde el Norte hasta el polo sur
y no encontre ojos asi como los que tienes tu

El Fin por ahora

Sincerely,
ElSol

 

[oggbashan]

What does one who reads porn expect out of 1,000 words? Obviously, there only seems room for sex.

That is wrong. A story can be as long or as short as you like. 1000 words is very long for some stories.

The essence of a short story is selection and brevity. Every word should be there because it has to be. There may be no time to develop a character or describe a scene but the story must have a beginning, a development and an ending, usually with a twist for a very short story.

I have written 50 word stories. So have others. Here are a couple:


Fifty Word Facesit
I struggle vainly, bound by her bra and pantyhose. She straddles
my legs, slides up my body. White panties flash, her grey skirt
covers me in scented darkness. Warm damp cotton brushes my nose,
covers mouth. Her legs wrap my head, pulling my face deep. "Pay
rise now!" she insists.

*************************************************

Fifty Word Femdom
Her black-booted foot pressed my chest. Cautiously I looked up her
leather-corseted body to the stern face. I winced as the lash trailed
across my shuddering skin. "Beg forgiveness, slave!" she ordered.
Helpless, I cringed as she frowned at my bound body. Then she winked.
The pantomine rehearsal was going well.

*************************************************

Og

 

[cantdog]

I have to write one, but it is seriously difficult because my leaning is toward story, with sex.

What does one who reads porn expect out of 1,000 words? Obviously, there only seems room for sex. Each time I try, I go to 1500 words because I have a hard time dumping the story, which to me, is the interesting part. However, does one actually expect story componants in such a small window of space?

Writers? Is 1,000 words considered to be in the pure smut genre? Well, I know it must be because it can't 'not' be. How do you get over the incredible leaning that there needs to be a story to have sex?

Do you start in the middle of it, with only a few words of backstory? Example:

"She was touching me.

I looked around the room, not sure where I was, what I was doing, what I had said. The last thing I remember was being at the Frat party, and now? Now I was in the dorm – my dorm. With a girl, her lips pressed over my nipple.

.....

What an art a brief smut piece is.

Exactly. That's how it's done, with very very close focus, all explanation in the head of the protag, in snippets.
----------
She'd read my stuff, and she had to have me. Not possible, you say. You're fifty! You're wretched! But here is a secret: if they think you are immortal, they will fuck you.

Her gum comes out, she sticks it on the hotel bedpost, and her lovely head drops down..

 

[dr_mabeuse]

You've got to differentiate between a seduction story and a sex story. Most women write seduction stories and call them sex stories.

Like Gauche says, the act of sex contains all the dramatic elements of a full-blown story. In fact, I think the act of sex is the paradigm for the narative story: same development, same shape, same tempos.

Character is entirely revealed in the way people make love.

On the other hand, I don't believe on putting constraints on myself when I write. Why should I wreck a perfectly good piece of writing by trying to limbo under some arbitrary word count? Is it writing or are you doing parlor tricks?