Rollinbones
Dirty Old Bastard
- Joined
- Mar 20, 2016
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What are your theories on your day to day experience of the world and it's effect on the depth and character of your prose?
Personally, I'm dying to use the description;
"His cock throbbed like a stubbed toe, torn open on a metal footpeg."
It was one of the things that was going through my head as I sat on the stairs dripping blood in a smiley face pattern on the concrete while waiting for my son to fetch enough bandaids to pull the flap of skin back onto the front of my toe. I should probably have gone to the hospital and got stitches but I live 30km from town and I'd had four beers.
It's not literary genius but i think it adds a curious depth to an erection.
Personally, I'm dying to use the description;
"His cock throbbed like a stubbed toe, torn open on a metal footpeg."
It was one of the things that was going through my head as I sat on the stairs dripping blood in a smiley face pattern on the concrete while waiting for my son to fetch enough bandaids to pull the flap of skin back onto the front of my toe. I should probably have gone to the hospital and got stitches but I live 30km from town and I'd had four beers.
It's not literary genius but i think it adds a curious depth to an erection.