NEW! Writers Challenge!

[English Lady]

Hello all, Here's just a little excercise/challenge type thing to get the writely juices flowing into this New Year.

The Key word for this challenge is "New"

Try to keep things fairly short but lets say around 500 words is the maximum.

I'm not going to be any more detailed but to say all snippets should involve something New. I know that leaves things very open but I'm interested to see what people actually come up with

I shall add my own entry later when I have time to think

Hope you enjoy it and I look forward to reading them all!

 

[Guest]

ill do the same thing... have it up tomorrow..
maybe with the rocket fuel my daughter calls coffee, ill have enough energy to write something.

 

[Alex De Kok]

Hey, EL, is there a deadline?

Alex

 

[English Lady]

weeeeeellll I guess it might help if we have one Alex....so lets till the 10th January. That's a fair bit of time and the ear will still be fairly new then too *L*

 

[elbiscayne]

new

I knew my new nose knew how to get into trouble when I woke up in the gutter on New Years Day. At least I knew what gutter I was in; I'd recognize this smell anywhere. There was nothing new about it; I'd been here many times before; and a new nose, a new outlook on life or a new year wasn't going to change what I knew myself to be. Or so I thought.

As I struggled to my feet and attempted to brush myself off; I realized that something was new. I hadn't pissed myself. 'Hmm,'
I thought to myself, 'maybe the times, they are a changin'? And then shrugged the thought off as a fleeting fancy, a wishful twist to my normal dark brooding self.

I grabbed hold of the dumpster that sits behind my old house, using it for the extra balance I would need to haul my sorry ass out of my gutter. As I pulled myself out, the dumpster moved and I fell back, but not before I heard a tiny cry. Puzzled, I regained my feet, and shook the dumpster. Another tiny cry followed by a rustling sound.

Perplexed, I managed to extricate myself from the lowlands and approached the talkative dumpster from the front. To this day I cannot honestly say if it was bravery, drunkeness or stupidity that provided the spark needed for my next move.

Slowly lifting the lid just a bit, I peered inside. Nothing. Lifting just a bit more, I thought I saw a...face! I threw the lid back on its hinges and beheld a small child of five or six years and indeterminate sex. It was sitting there with an array of half eaten food before it. It slowly reached for a bit of newspaper and wiped its mouth before saying, "Hi mister."

I was shocked speechless. I was...damn, I was sober.

"I was hungry."

I beckoned the filthy waif to me with a smile and open arms.

As I entered the kitchen, she started in on me without turning to face me, "In the gutter again..."

"Hush Martha, we have a visitor."

"A visit...Oh my! Well, hello child!"

A Martha that I hadn't seen; nor looked for; in over ten years, took charge of the child. Cereal, milk, orange juice appeared seemingly out of no where. They both disappeared shortly after for a "bit of a cleanup, shall we?"

I was drinking coffee when Martha came back.

"Her name is Samantha. She is on her own. What do we do?

I got up and walked to the cupboard, took all of the bottles of liquor from the shelves and began pouring them down the sink.

"The Lord knows we have the money. We adopt."
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Ten years have passed since that New Years Day. Samantha continues to grace us with her wonderful presence. She is a perpetual joy, especially for Martha.

The only maddening thing about Samantha is that she is still partial to leftovers.

elbiscayne

 

[English Lady]

elbiscayne What an evocative beginning! It flows so wonderfully and paints a very vivid picture.

 

[elbiscayne]

new

I was wondering.....can I do another one?

 

[English Lady]

go for it

 

[Quiet_Cool]

(Damnit! I edited almsot one-hundred words and I'm still 15 over)
Oh, well, here's my attempt:

They were downright uncomfortable, but I tried to look optimistic as I tried them on and walked out into the living room for her to see. She smiled, seeming to notice my discomfort some, holding her own discomfort beneath the surface.
“I think they look nice,” she said, hugging me.
I smiled, and thanked her for the gift. As I walked, the material rubbed roughly against me. I wondered if it might look as though I were limping some.
I couldn’t help but think she was displeased at my lack of enthusiasm, and I tried to act it up. If they weren’t red and working their way between my buttocks as I walked, it might have been easier.
Why was it, I wondered, that women couldn’t understand the attachment men have toward their underwear. A briefs man; he wears briefs; he’s comfortable in them. I wear boxers personally, and not the ones with kisses and hearts on them either. We’re talking a man’s boxers. Steelers emblems; Harley Davidson themes; I even have a skull and crossbones pair somewhere. These underwear were tighter than briefs, and more narrow. Had they been a normal pair, they might not have ridden up so high. I fought the urge to walk on my toes until I’d changed out of them.
She didn’t seem to cheer up much the rest of the day. Something under the surface held her distracted. She was at work three days later when I went home, sporting my Steelers boxers. Since Christmas morning, she seemed to have something on her mind, as though something weren’t right that she didn’t want to say.
I entered the bedroom, skirting the cardboard boxes were still on the floor where she’d put them when she moved in. Some of her clothes were in the closet, others were in the chest of drawers, but many remained in the boxes, along with other items, excluding mostly her most commonly worn make-up, her favorite shoes, and a few other basics, she needed from day to day.
I’d say we hadn’t had the time to unpack them, but we’d had plenty of time, and we’d simply not done it. The apartment as a whole had changed little since her arrival.
And those underwear were in the back of the underwear drawer already, with a pair back there my mom had bought me that had been there for three years.
Reality sank in; I looked at the clock.
Kate came home at six-thirty, as expected, but when she came home, but entered a different apartment. The rack she’d brought for her bath items was mounted in the corner of the shower. Her bookcase was assembled, holding all the novels that I’d never understood her infatuation with. Her crock-pot had taken the place of my George Foreman Grill in the corner of the kitchen counter.
I was on the couch when she came in. I stood, and walked nearly on my toes to meet her at the door.
She laughed lightly. “Trying them again?”
“They’re not so bad,” I said, and gave her a kiss.

 

[English Lady]

QC I'll let you off the extra 15 words! A lovely piece that made me smile. Very heartwarming and yet not twee. A great balance.

 

[elbiscayne]

new

WOOOHOOOO!!!!! Way to be Quiet Cool.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Thanx guys.

I liked yours too, elbiscayne.

Q_C

 

[English Lady]

New was not a word she liked. "New" meant unknown,strange and different. Karen's life was stable. Her every day was planned with obsessional accuracy and she never,ever swerved away from the path of predictability.

She had no time for men. No time to train one to her standard and no time in her hectic work centred lifestyle to look for and heat up a partly trained ready meal of man either.

Mark paid no attention to time. He was always late, always smiling and ever cheeky. The only reason his young and shapely ass had not been fired yet was because the boss was infatuated with him. It was sickening to see such a successful,sensible woman drooling over some young upstart who would progress no further up the ladder of promotion than office boy. He wasn't organised enough to do anything else.

Karen however was approximately 46 weeks away from promotion. It was in her plan to be at the very top by the time she was thirty. her plan was right on schedule and a managerial position beckoned.

When Mark latched himself to her it was merely annoying. He would constantly chatter and she would completely ignore him. It was when he cornered her one night in the car park she really got annoyed.

"I will miss my train!" She had blustered "I can't stand here listening to any more of your prattle."

She didn't remember much after those words except for the soft and insistent pressure of lip against lip and the warmth of his hands around her arms,the pressure of which lingered for several minutes after she realised he had walked away.

That was the first of many new experiences with Mark. One day he cornered her in the supply closet, his hand slithering over her sensible bra beneath her heavily white shirt. Another time He pulled her into his clapped out old banger and drove her home; his hand often reaching over to caress her knee.

New was now a word that thrilled her. Mark was now her obsession. Her life was still ordered but she no longer cringed when something unexpected would barge into her schedule.in fact now she would welcome chaos into her bed wearing a sensual smile and little else.

New was now a word associated with slinky lingerie and sexy shoes. New was now a challenge, a surprise an exciting change from her comfortable routine. New was handcuffs, honey and sex toys. New was Mark until Mark becomes routine. Karen hopes his imagination is bigger than hers. She does not want to get used to any other New than Mark's own personal brand.

 

[Guest]

Forever New

It had all been new to her. Never before had she laid herself open to another in such a way. Never before had she allowed another to be in complete control. But, before long, it had become second nature to her, so much so that it was now a burning need; a desire that had to be fulfilled.

Loving him had been easy. Trusting him, easier still.

The first time he touched her, a searing energy soared through her body, taking her to a place she never knew existed. The first time he fucked her, she didn’t recognise her own body’s reactions – he took her to levels of arousal and pleasure she never knew were possible.

The ropes, while they cut into her skin, bringing new sensations to her body and, in the beginning, a little conflict in her mind, made her feel secure. The humiliation he put her through made her feel invigorated and strong. She felt proud, so proud, of herself for never failing him, for never letting him down and not coming through. Every new thing he threw at her, she embraced and handled, and felt sexy and empowered the entire time. The stinging blows, raining down on her ass, had once hurt and made her cry. But, that was when it was new. Now she was getting hardened to it. She needed more, she wanted him to up the stakes. And he obliged.

Every new level she wanted to go to, he took her there, without hesitation. Every new thing he wanted to try, she willingly submitted and allowed him the use of her. She revelled in the experiences of their passionate, sometimes painful, journey.

New ideas and surprises every time - that was one thing which never ceased to amaze her. She had once been concerned that the spark might go out, but those doubts had long since disappeared. They were inventive and imaginative and there were still so many new and different things to try. And, anyway, that didn’t matter, because, for all she cared, they could carry on doing what they had done before, and it would still feel brand new to her.

Her body had been claimed as his, but her soul felt more free than ever. New life had been breathed into her and she felt a complete sexual being, for the first time in her life.

She is sitting here now, on December 31st, wondering what the New Year will bring. But, she’s not tentative, she’s not anxious, she’s excited and she’s optimistic, because whatever else happens, she knows it will still feel fresh and new. That feeling will never go away.

Lou

 

[English Lady]

Fantastic Lou!

 

[Guest]

Fantastic Lou!

Thanks, EL!

I just read yours - brilliant! Funny how we both wrote around a similar theme of "newness" and posted at about the same time.

Great challenge, thank you!

 

[English Lady]

Thanks, EL!

I just read yours - brilliant! Funny how we both wrote around a similar theme of "newness" and posted at about the same time.

Great challenge, thank you!

They say great minds think alike!


And it's my pleasure! (as always )

 

[Guest]

They say great minds think alike!


And it's my pleasure! (as always )

Indeed! And it's so true.

Elbiscayne, I loved yours. A very complete little tale, which made me smile. Great ending.

Quiet Cool, that was fun! I have to ask: were you writing from personal experience?

Lou

 

[elbiscayne]

i tip my hat and stand humble before two lovely ladies. I know the challenge has just begun, but I concede.

actually I want to see a cat fight!

beautiful stories....thanks....elbiscayne

 

[Alex De Kok]

My muse is out wassailing, or something, but I manged to throw this together. Writing 600-word pieces for Snippettsville helped!

Alex.

466 words, incidentally

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New! They wanted something new! Why, in the names of all the hells, now? New - Ha! - New Year's Eve, of all the fucking times. He wanted to be back in the apartment, dreaming about Karen. Karen, the unattainable, his boss. His inspiration, if truth be known. Everyone else except he and Karen had stopped for the holidays. Not him, and to be honest, not Karen either, because she was in the office, too.

He stopped, straightening his back, trying to ease the tension. The artwork was ready. Almost. It still needed the female figure. He sat back, trying to trying to ease his back, when the intercom buzzed.

"Jack?"

"Yo?"

"How's it going?"

"All done, except for the female figure. I need inspiration."

"Anything I can do?"

"Model for me?"

There was a long pause, and he mentally consigned any chance of promotion to the trashcan.

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Boardroom. Five minutes. Bring what you've done." The voice was cool. She clicked off.

Jack heaved a sigh, and began to gather his efforts together. He'd done his best, and if his best wasn't good enough, so be it. Five minutes later, he went into the boardroom. Karen was standing at the window, gazing out at the city twenty floors below. She turned as he went in, cool and elegant in her usual tailored coat-dress.

"Show me what you have, Jack," she said. He spread the drawings over the boardroom table and Karen studied them. She glanced up at him. "You're right, it needs a female figure."

He nodded, mute.

Karen turned to him. There was a strange look in her eye. "Jack, are you interested in working somewhere new?"

"You're sacking me?" He felt dead inside. No more Karen.

"Fuck, no!" she said, grinning. "I'm going independent, and I want to take the best designer here with me. Interested?"

Jack stared at her, excitement coursing through him. Karen held up her hand. "It'll be hard going at first, Jack."

"Worth it," he said, grinning at her.

"We'll need to cut corners," she said. "We can't afford top models, not at first."

He shrugged. "I'll enhance."

"I tricked you," she said. "This is the first job for our new partnership."

"It still needs the female figure."

"Nude?"

"Of course," he said lightly. "I'll get some stock shots out, see what I can do."

Karen smiled. "No need." Holding his gaze, she began to unfasten her coat-dress, letting it slide back off her shoulders. Beneath the tailored garment, there was nothing but warm, naked, woman. She grinned at the surprise on his face. "I told you we couldn't afford models, but first we have something else to do."

"Oh, yes?" he managed to say, past the huge lump in his throat.

"Get your clothes off. This partnership starts with a merger."

 

[English Lady]

Very good Alex -I adore all the double entendre's and the naturalness of the piece.



elbiscayne thanks for your kind words but I don't think Lou and I will ever cat fight....our pussy's just aren't very agressive!

 

[elbiscayne]

one can only hope.

PSST! Lou, EL just called you a wimp!

 

[English Lady]

one can only hope.

PSST! Lou, EL just called you a wimp!

Stirrer!!!!

 

[Guest]

Nah, goading won't work. As EL said, you'd never catch us in a cat fight. A sexy romp, probably, but never a catfight.

 

[English Lady]

Nah, goading won't work. As EL said, you'd never catch us in a cat fight. A sexy romp, probably, but never a catfight.

yup - What she said