Being self-indulgently delighted by your own phrases

EmilyMiller

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So I’m not promoting a work, this story is currently only about half-written at present. But I just came up with the line:

I pushed such foolishness out of my head and my tongue into hers.

I don’t know why, but it just made me happy. It’s not like it’s Conrad, or even Dan Brown. It’s probably far from original, but it still pleased me.

Do you have the same thing happen? If so, which of your inventions made you smile recently?

Em
 
I wish I could draw, because I'm writing a character that I adore and that I have such a clear visual picture for and I wish, wish, wish I could capture her pose and expression and likeness in this scene.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she watched me with those dark, lamplight-shadowed eyes.
 
I wish I could draw, because I'm writing a character that I adore and that I have such a clear visual picture for and I wish, wish, wish I could capture her pose and expression and likeness in this scene.
I’ve often wished that I could write cover illustrations for my stories. No talent in that area whatsoever sadly.

Em
 
Like the sparkle of glass shards laying on the ground in the sun, the memories of her glittered as they filled his mind, but shortly those memories felt sharp and empty, like the sound and feel of glass shards breaking under his shoe as the reality pushed out the memories.

Comshaw
 
Like the sparkle of glass shards laying on the ground in the sun, the memories of her glittered as they filled his mind, but shortly those memories felt sharp and empty, like the sound and feel of glass shards breaking under his shoe as the reality pushed out the memories.

Comshaw
Will they get lost, like tears in rain?

Em
 
I still love the alliteration of "great gobs of goo" though not everyone does, and I HAVE overused it. sometimes they even gush.
 
Single guy invited to friend's partner's sister's wedding, because the sister has a single friend:

"I wouldn't do a two-hour drive *just* for some canapés, coronation chicken, and some half-adequate sex."
 
Single guy invited to friend's partner's sister's wedding, because the sister has a single friend:

"I wouldn't do a two-hour drive *just* for some canapés, coronation chicken, and some half-adequate sex."
But would he for more than adequate sex?
 
I still love the alliteration of "great gobs of goo" though not everyone does, and I HAVE overused it. sometimes they even gush.
I’ve found myself using alliteration recently. I know it’s neither big nor clever, but it’s sometimes fun.

From one of my in progress stories:

There was an almost perfect balance between silken smoothness and glove-like grip.
And
I felt pulses of pleasure begin to permeate my body.

Em
 
But would he for more than adequate sex?
He's actually explaining to the target that he's mainly come to see his mate and new partner...

Target cottons on, and yes, determines that there will be more-than-adequate sex. Haven't written that yet - it's just approaching adequate so far!
 
I’ve found myself using alliteration recently. I know it’s neither big nor clever, but it’s sometimes fun.
Who describe seminal emissions in terms normally applied to woven hemp cordage, who include descriptors such as 'passionate' without the slightest evidence of such in their characters, who mangle metaphor, abuse alliteration, scythe through synecdoche, pulverise plot or otherwise desecrate normal accepted rhetorical conventions;

...may you be cursed.
 
Not as good as the first one, but from the same in progress story:

If a woman is kind enough to allow you to probe her anal cavity, then she should, at the very least, be extended some consideration.

Em
 
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If a woman is kind enough to allow you to probe her anal cavity, then she should, at the very least, be extended some consideration.

I’ve been thinking about the above and wondering what it reminded me of. I just figured it out. I’m channeling my inner Jane Austen.
 
I’ve found myself using alliteration recently. I know it’s neither big nor clever, but it’s sometimes fun.

From one of my in progress stories:


And


Em

I've written alliterations by accident, decided I sound like an idiot, and scrubbed it. But someday I'll find an excuse to write,

'A nexus of nubile nuns.'
 
From a recent story:

"I wondered how safe I was, if safe at all. I wondered how wrong I was, if right at all."
 
"How do you write someone who’s better? Poorly, obliquely, or not at all."

It didn't make me smile - most definitely the wrong story for that - but it did please me.
 
I've got so many of these. I'm delighted by my own phrases at least ten or fifteen times per story.

I'll have to remember to post one here next time it happens.
 
"I pushed such foolishness out of my head and my tongue into hers."

I believe that type of sentence is called 'zeugma'. Very nice!

Thank you for saving me several hours of frustrating "I know there's a word for that but I can't remember what it is".
 
"I pushed such foolishness out of my head and my tongue into hers."

I believe that type of sentence is called 'zeugma'. Very nice!
Indeed it is: https://forum.literotica.com/threads/implicit-verb.1512725/post-91529170 and https://forum.literotica.com/threads/a-question-of-tense.1500772/post-90756105

Meanwhile, here's a dry little self-referential tot from my writing:
I learned how the word "album" came to be applied to vinyl records when finding that some of the older records, 12" 78s with one track on each side, were bound into "albums" containing all the music that would later fit onto a single LP. Not sure when that bit of trivia will come in handy.
https://literotica.com/s/were-tigress-ch-00-prologue
 
Now it happened then that a great sculptor was in town. He was as handsome as he was brave, and he was a terrible coward. He was driven insane, some said, when his cart overturned on the way from Carrara, and he lost all his marble.
 
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