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Horror movies are something that I have NEVER watched. Give me nightmares...
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Nightmares can be fun
It keeps the heart pumpin'
It keeps the heart pumpin'
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Hate nightmares.
I was involved in a really bad car wreck a few years back and for months afterwards, I kept having nightmares about tornadoes. I guess my subconscious picked those since they are the thing (outside of another wreck) that I fear the most.
Now, I don't dream about them much anymore. I just dream about having a wreck while my kids are in the car with me.
I was involved in a really bad car wreck a few years back and for months afterwards, I kept having nightmares about tornadoes. I guess my subconscious picked those since they are the thing (outside of another wreck) that I fear the most.
Now, I don't dream about them much anymore. I just dream about having a wreck while my kids are in the car with me.
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Hey all
I wanted to give everyone a heads up for the next challenge because it will be a special one. I will be posting it on Thursday at 7pm est. You will need all the time you can get, so make sure you see this one. I want to get the whole group to do this one. All will be made clear then. For now enjoy CM's erotic horror challenge.
I wanted to give everyone a heads up for the next challenge because it will be a special one. I will be posting it on Thursday at 7pm est. You will need all the time you can get, so make sure you see this one. I want to get the whole group to do this one. All will be made clear then. For now enjoy CM's erotic horror challenge.
Um, I have another stupid question, sorry....
is there a max amount of words too, or just a min? I already have 1333 words and I am not even close to done. (Which I don't understand, because 6months ago I was having trouble just coming up with 1,000 words, but what is a girl to do?)
is there a max amount of words too, or just a min? I already have 1333 words and I am not even close to done. (Which I don't understand, because 6months ago I was having trouble just coming up with 1,000 words, but what is a girl to do?)
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Tales of Demons, Rosy's Nightmare.
Her eyes opened to darkness and a smell that made her eyes water immediately. Smoke, lots of smoke, filled the room, she coughed and tried to raise her hand to her mouth, but it was attached to something. She pulled on her other arm while she tried not to cough too much, but it was chained as well. Something out of a horror movie, this couldn’t even be happening, she thought as she coughed again.
“Hello, Pretty.” A voice cackled and her bones tried to leap from her skin causing her head to bounce off the hard wood surface beneath her. Stars spun before her eyes as she tried to see where the voice had come from.
“Who?” she stuttered, “Who’s there?” Her voice still filled with coughs. A bright light suddenly flashed on a few feet ahead of her, and it shined on green, gnarled and clawed hands holding her purse. “What are you doing?” she shouted. Tugging at her restraints, “Put that down! It’s MINE!”
The cackling erupted again and the creature spoke, “You may start now.”
“Start wha....” she started to demand but was interrupted by fingers curling into her thick auburn hair. “NO!” she screamed loudly and tried to pull her head away. The fingers held her firmly and a tongue licked slowly up the side of her face. She wanted to yell at the fingers again, but the corner of her eye caught something far more dreadful.
“Leave it alone!” the green hands pulled her lipstick from the purse and dropped it to the ground. “Get out of it!” The tiny teddy bear her boyfriend had given her last fall was next. The fingers crawled over her stomach ripping at the buttons. She couldn’t decide which was more infuriating, the hands invading her person or the ones invading her purse. Squirming, she tried to the pull loose the d-ring that wiggled in the board holding her chains and had no success. “LET ME GO!” She shouted again, terror creeping into her voice.
A buzz sounded as her cell phone hit the floor, and her mind whirled with emotions and torment. Her stomach was bare to her tormentor and his clawed fingers tickled slowly around her belly button. The notepad and pen hit the floor in front of her eyes. She bit down on her lip trying to decide if it was all a nightmare. ‘What was I doing before this?!’ she asked herself over and over again, desperately seeking any thought that removed the response her body was having to the seeking fingers that explored her belly button and climbed over her breasts.
Her mini-calendar hit the floor with a slow thud, and the cackling returned. “Healthy little Pretty,” it laughed at her sealed carrot sticks and celery and dropped it to the floor too. Suddenly it overturned her purse and things poured to the floor with crashes and crumbles and her bottle of perfume broke instantly. The room filled with the musk smell that rivaled the smoke.
The tongue was back; exploring up her neck, tasting the soft beads of sweat that escaped her skin. She shivered and tried to force herself to wake up, ‘this isn’t happening’. A scratch climbed up her inner thigh, the harsh sound of nylons ripping and catching as it went, her body trembled, and she bit harder on her lip. Suddenly there was a new buzzing; her eyes opened wide with fear.
“Naughty,” the cackling voice said with a callous tone. Her eyes returned quickly to the green hands that pried through her personal belongings. “Pretty, must be punished.” It held her mini-vibrator in it’s fingers, the only things the light showed, the eerie darkness closed in tightly around everything else and the smoke made her cough again.
“NO! Leave me alone!” Her scream was nearly a whimper, and she felt the wetness and warmth already causing throbbing in her swollen lips and clit. She couldn’t let this horrid creature touch her, couldn’t let it see her misguided body was responding. Squirming violently she tried to break the chains.
The light followed the vibrator; it’s quiet humming moving closer and closer. Still, the only thing she saw was the hands, clawed, green, and gnarled as the brought the vibrator closer and closer. She squirmed against the chains, struggling recklessly to pull lose. The other, darker claws caught her panties and with a swift tug, they tore loose from her body. The air that had seemed so warm to her face rushed over her swollen lips like a cool breeze.
She twisted her head desperately to pull away from the tongue that explored her earlobe, snaking its way behind and over her ear. A squeal broke from her lips as the vibrator touched her ankle. The nylons, torn and ripped did nothing to stop the vibrations breaking into her nerves. Clawed fingers slid along the hairs between her legs, softly pressing against the skin that pulsated beneath it.
The movement of the vibrator was slow, tormenting, followed by the claws that gently scratched behind it, leaving an ache that only made her nerves respond more. It slid under knee and she trembled violently. “That is better, Pretty,” the voice was a harsh whisper now. “Cum for us, we want you very wet.”
She was wet, her inner lips and clit throbbed beyond her control, she wanted the vibrator to finish its slow torture and touch her, touch her wetness, enter her warmth. She wanted to scream for it to stop, and not to stop all at the same time. Her back arched as the tongue slid its rough wetness across the tender skin of her breasts. Her gasp brought another case of coughs, but the vibrator didn’t wait for her to settle and the tongue continued its barrage of licks and suckling across her breasts.
Her coughing made opening her eyes impossible, she wanted to see her torturer now that his face would obviously be where she could, but the smoke burned her lungs and eyes. Yet, the vibrator still didn’t stop, and something else was beginning to explore up her inner thigh.
Suddenly the vibrator slide over her swollen lips she thrust her hips up to met it, instinct overriding everything else. As the vibrator pressed to clit, sliding between the wet lips, something larger, warm and hard pressed into her as well. Her scream resulted in more coughs, and breathing was hard as her body betrayed her and pressed hungrily to the large object that sought to embed itself into her.
As her coughing subsided again her muscles wrapped around the hardness and she pushed up hard to met the thrust her body knew was coming. Soft large balls slammed against her bottom as it imbedded itself to the hilt. Her eyes would not open, the smoke burning them and making them tear, but suddenly she didn’t care. Everything escaped her notice other than the rough tongue exploring her breasts, the clawed fingers holding tightly to her ribs, and the vibrator moving slow careless circles around her enlarged clit.
It pulled her legs loose of the chains, and pulled her ankles up and over it’s shoulders. No argument escaped her lips and she greeted the invasion of her pussy with hunger she didn’t even know filled her. It filled her, thrusting in deeply and stretching her just to the point of pain, then suddenly withdrew. Her gasps at each thrust resulted in coughing that tore at her lungs on each withdrawal; but her hips pressed up to met him, suck him back into her again.
She was cumming, it didn’t matter why, the warmth, and tingling was flooding over her middle, carefully and slowing invading every nerve in her body. Each thrust pushed it higher; the wave would be overwhelming when it struck. As he pulled away, again something invaded her bottom, touching where the wetness had spilled over and slid down to cover her back hole. She screamed and instinctively tried to pull away, but the pressure followed and the cock that filled her pressed in deeply and held her still.
“No,” she whispered, as it began to press into her, wiggling gently as it slid in. “NO!” it entered her and her hips shoot right up and impaled her more deeply on the hard cock, her legs shuddered violently as the explosion of ecstasy forced it’s way through her body. She couldn’t stop the trembling, and slowly, steadily, she was filled completely with thrusting hard objects that wrapped her ever sense in ecstasy that would not let her free.
“Please,” she begged, the shivering and constant orgasms, making her weak that she could barely cough from the smoke. “No more, please.” Her tormentors laughed loudly, a cackling growling sound that reminded her that this was a nightmare, not some game her and her boyfriend might have played. It thrust harder, growing even larger and feeling as if it might tear her open. She knew it was nearly time, her body felt it and responded to it instinctively, her nipples hardened to the point of pain and her eyes rolled into her head.
She didn’t want to though, she tried to make the orgasm that was about to overcome her stop, her teeth bit into her bottom lip. “Don’t struggle, Pretty, it’s almost over.” The cackling voice laughed. Suddenly the claws left her breasts and a sudden hissing screamed into her ear. The claws lashed out, sliced into her arm; and as the pain overrode the orgasm, the world stopped.
She sat up to a room full of smoke, her cat, Fluffy wildly flying about the room, the vibrator lay under her thigh, and the room was full of smoke! She jumped from the bed, and ran to the door just as the fire alarm began to ring through the building. The smoke was not in the other room; she turned to the window where she saw it billowing in. She ran to it in full nakedness and slammed the window down. The building across the street was in flames.
The mind halting screaming of the fire alarm cut into her thinking and she nearly forgot to put clothes on her completely naked body before running from the building. No longer did she even remember the nightmare that had disturbed her peaceful sleep. Her closet smelled of smoke already but she tossed on the first skirt and shirt she found. “Panties?” she wondered aloud, but then decided it was best to hurry and get out of the building. Scooping up Fluffy into her arms,who shook like a leaf and almost clawed her in response, she reached for her purse, but froze.
Her purse was dumped on the floor, all of its contents. She stared at it for a moment and then grabbed her wallet, teddy bear, and keys and ran out of her apartment to join the others outside.
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Tales of Demons, Rosy's Nightmare.
Her eyes opened to darkness and a smell that made her eyes water immediately. Smoke, lots of smoke, filled the room, she coughed and tried to raise her hand to her mouth, but it was attached to something. She pulled on her other arm while she tried not to cough too much, but it was chained as well. Something out of a horror movie, this couldn’t even be happening, she thought as she coughed again.
“Hello, Pretty.” A voice cackled and her bones tried to leap from her skin causing her head to bounce off the hard wood surface beneath her. Stars spun before her eyes as she tried to see where the voice had come from.
“Who?” she stuttered, “Who’s there?” Her voice still filled with coughs. A bright light suddenly flashed on a few feet ahead of her, and it shined on green, gnarled and clawed hands holding her purse. “What are you doing?” she shouted. Tugging at her restraints, “Put that down! It’s MINE!”
The cackling erupted again and the creature spoke, “You may start now.”
“Start wha....” she started to demand but was interrupted by fingers curling into her thick auburn hair. “NO!” she screamed loudly and tried to pull her head away. The fingers held her firmly and a tongue licked slowly up the side of her face. She wanted to yell at the fingers again, but the corner of her eye caught something far more dreadful.
“Leave it alone!” the green hands pulled her lipstick from the purse and dropped it to the ground. “Get out of it!” The tiny teddy bear her boyfriend had given her last fall was next. The fingers crawled over her stomach ripping at the buttons. She couldn’t decide which was more infuriating, the hands invading her person or the ones invading her purse. Squirming, she tried to the pull loose the d-ring that wiggled in the board holding her chains and had no success. “LET ME GO!” She shouted again, terror creeping into her voice.
A buzz sounded as her cell phone hit the floor, and her mind whirled with emotions and torment. Her stomach was bare to her tormentor and his clawed fingers tickled slowly around her belly button. The notepad and pen hit the floor in front of her eyes. She bit down on her lip trying to decide if it was all a nightmare. ‘What was I doing before this?!’ she asked herself over and over again, desperately seeking any thought that removed the response her body was having to the seeking fingers that explored her belly button and climbed over her breasts.
Her mini-calendar hit the floor with a slow thud, and the cackling returned. “Healthy little Pretty,” it laughed at her sealed carrot sticks and celery and dropped it to the floor too. Suddenly it overturned her purse and things poured to the floor with crashes and crumbles and her bottle of perfume broke instantly. The room filled with the musk smell that rivaled the smoke.
The tongue was back; exploring up her neck, tasting the soft beads of sweat that escaped her skin. She shivered and tried to force herself to wake up, ‘this isn’t happening’. A scratch climbed up her inner thigh, the harsh sound of nylons ripping and catching as it went, her body trembled, and she bit harder on her lip. Suddenly there was a new buzzing; her eyes opened wide with fear.
“Naughty,” the cackling voice said with a callous tone. Her eyes returned quickly to the green hands that pried through her personal belongings. “Pretty, must be punished.” It held her mini-vibrator in it’s fingers, the only things the light showed, the eerie darkness closed in tightly around everything else and the smoke made her cough again.
“NO! Leave me alone!” Her scream was nearly a whimper, and she felt the wetness and warmth already causing throbbing in her swollen lips and clit. She couldn’t let this horrid creature touch her, couldn’t let it see her misguided body was responding. Squirming violently she tried to break the chains.
The light followed the vibrator; it’s quiet humming moving closer and closer. Still, the only thing she saw was the hands, clawed, green, and gnarled as the brought the vibrator closer and closer. She squirmed against the chains, struggling recklessly to pull lose. The other, darker claws caught her panties and with a swift tug, they tore loose from her body. The air that had seemed so warm to her face rushed over her swollen lips like a cool breeze.
She twisted her head desperately to pull away from the tongue that explored her earlobe, snaking its way behind and over her ear. A squeal broke from her lips as the vibrator touched her ankle. The nylons, torn and ripped did nothing to stop the vibrations breaking into her nerves. Clawed fingers slid along the hairs between her legs, softly pressing against the skin that pulsated beneath it.
The movement of the vibrator was slow, tormenting, followed by the claws that gently scratched behind it, leaving an ache that only made her nerves respond more. It slid under knee and she trembled violently. “That is better, Pretty,” the voice was a harsh whisper now. “Cum for us, we want you very wet.”
She was wet, her inner lips and clit throbbed beyond her control, she wanted the vibrator to finish its slow torture and touch her, touch her wetness, enter her warmth. She wanted to scream for it to stop, and not to stop all at the same time. Her back arched as the tongue slid its rough wetness across the tender skin of her breasts. Her gasp brought another case of coughs, but the vibrator didn’t wait for her to settle and the tongue continued its barrage of licks and suckling across her breasts.
Her coughing made opening her eyes impossible, she wanted to see her torturer now that his face would obviously be where she could, but the smoke burned her lungs and eyes. Yet, the vibrator still didn’t stop, and something else was beginning to explore up her inner thigh.
Suddenly the vibrator slide over her swollen lips she thrust her hips up to met it, instinct overriding everything else. As the vibrator pressed to clit, sliding between the wet lips, something larger, warm and hard pressed into her as well. Her scream resulted in more coughs, and breathing was hard as her body betrayed her and pressed hungrily to the large object that sought to embed itself into her.
As her coughing subsided again her muscles wrapped around the hardness and she pushed up hard to met the thrust her body knew was coming. Soft large balls slammed against her bottom as it imbedded itself to the hilt. Her eyes would not open, the smoke burning them and making them tear, but suddenly she didn’t care. Everything escaped her notice other than the rough tongue exploring her breasts, the clawed fingers holding tightly to her ribs, and the vibrator moving slow careless circles around her enlarged clit.
It pulled her legs loose of the chains, and pulled her ankles up and over it’s shoulders. No argument escaped her lips and she greeted the invasion of her pussy with hunger she didn’t even know filled her. It filled her, thrusting in deeply and stretching her just to the point of pain, then suddenly withdrew. Her gasps at each thrust resulted in coughing that tore at her lungs on each withdrawal; but her hips pressed up to met him, suck him back into her again.
She was cumming, it didn’t matter why, the warmth, and tingling was flooding over her middle, carefully and slowing invading every nerve in her body. Each thrust pushed it higher; the wave would be overwhelming when it struck. As he pulled away, again something invaded her bottom, touching where the wetness had spilled over and slid down to cover her back hole. She screamed and instinctively tried to pull away, but the pressure followed and the cock that filled her pressed in deeply and held her still.
“No,” she whispered, as it began to press into her, wiggling gently as it slid in. “NO!” it entered her and her hips shoot right up and impaled her more deeply on the hard cock, her legs shuddered violently as the explosion of ecstasy forced it’s way through her body. She couldn’t stop the trembling, and slowly, steadily, she was filled completely with thrusting hard objects that wrapped her ever sense in ecstasy that would not let her free.
“Please,” she begged, the shivering and constant orgasms, making her weak that she could barely cough from the smoke. “No more, please.” Her tormentors laughed loudly, a cackling growling sound that reminded her that this was a nightmare, not some game her and her boyfriend might have played. It thrust harder, growing even larger and feeling as if it might tear her open. She knew it was nearly time, her body felt it and responded to it instinctively, her nipples hardened to the point of pain and her eyes rolled into her head.
She didn’t want to though, she tried to make the orgasm that was about to overcome her stop, her teeth bit into her bottom lip. “Don’t struggle, Pretty, it’s almost over.” The cackling voice laughed. Suddenly the claws left her breasts and a sudden hissing screamed into her ear. The claws lashed out, sliced into her arm; and as the pain overrode the orgasm, the world stopped.
She sat up to a room full of smoke, her cat, Fluffy wildly flying about the room, the vibrator lay under her thigh, and the room was full of smoke! She jumped from the bed, and ran to the door just as the fire alarm began to ring through the building. The smoke was not in the other room; she turned to the window where she saw it billowing in. She ran to it in full nakedness and slammed the window down. The building across the street was in flames.
The mind halting screaming of the fire alarm cut into her thinking and she nearly forgot to put clothes on her completely naked body before running from the building. No longer did she even remember the nightmare that had disturbed her peaceful sleep. Her closet smelled of smoke already but she tossed on the first skirt and shirt she found. “Panties?” she wondered aloud, but then decided it was best to hurry and get out of the building. Scooping up Fluffy into her arms,who shook like a leaf and almost clawed her in response, she reached for her purse, but froze.
Her purse was dumped on the floor, all of its contents. She stared at it for a moment and then grabbed her wallet, teddy bear, and keys and ran out of her apartment to join the others outside.
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Thanks Reohoko. Welcome to the club!
You're story is good, but I think you could go farther in the dream sequence before having her wake up. Maybe give a more in depth description of the monsters and what they are doing to her. The part about emptying the purse was a good tie in between the dream and real-life.
As far as word count goes, we only have a minimum requirement, the maximum is entirely up to you!
On a side note, I don't know about the rest of you, but I see the Challenge Club as a way to stretch my imagination and extend my writing into categories that I would not normally tackle. I also think it's a great opportunity to have others read my work and give me valuable feedback. So, please, if you see any problem areas with my stories (flat characters, plot problems, lack of description, etc), let me know what they are. I see this club as a way not only to stretch my imagination but to also improve my writing skills.
You're story is good, but I think you could go farther in the dream sequence before having her wake up. Maybe give a more in depth description of the monsters and what they are doing to her. The part about emptying the purse was a good tie in between the dream and real-life.
As far as word count goes, we only have a minimum requirement, the maximum is entirely up to you!
On a side note, I don't know about the rest of you, but I see the Challenge Club as a way to stretch my imagination and extend my writing into categories that I would not normally tackle. I also think it's a great opportunity to have others read my work and give me valuable feedback. So, please, if you see any problem areas with my stories (flat characters, plot problems, lack of description, etc), let me know what they are. I see this club as a way not only to stretch my imagination but to also improve my writing skills.
Thankyou CM, yes that was why I didn't add more detail to the actual dream, was to avoid higher word counts. I didn't want the dream to show the monsters too much, I felt they would be more scary if they didn't have an image.... just me though.
I will remember for the next challenge that I can go over as much as I want.
I like the challenges because then I can add something to my to-do list. I like making the list much better than getting it done. HOwever, it is nice when I can cross something off it and call it done.
I will remember for the next challenge that I can go over as much as I want.
I like the challenges because then I can add something to my to-do list. I like making the list much better than getting it done. HOwever, it is nice when I can cross something off it and call it done.
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reohoko said:
Well, that's a good point. Sometimes the things you fear the most are things you cannot see.
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CM,
I liked the baby at the end. But I think the remnants of the nightmare could have stayed longer. Maybe a bit more about how nervous she is in the hotel, is there lingering something there? You hint at it, I think.
Reo,
I agree with CM. You could have made it more scary by telling more about what was happening in the dream. Can you make the cat more scared too?
I agree about the purpose of this thread. It forces me to write, and to write in categories I would not normally chose. And yes, I count on you all to give honest feedback.
Wondering what Dingus has cooked up. And where is Will's?
I liked the baby at the end. But I think the remnants of the nightmare could have stayed longer. Maybe a bit more about how nervous she is in the hotel, is there lingering something there? You hint at it, I think.
Reo,
I agree with CM. You could have made it more scary by telling more about what was happening in the dream. Can you make the cat more scared too?
I agree about the purpose of this thread. It forces me to write, and to write in categories I would not normally chose. And yes, I count on you all to give honest feedback.
Wondering what Dingus has cooked up. And where is Will's?
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Thanks for the pointer BT, I will try to flesh that out a bit.
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Black Tulip said:And where is Will's?
I was wondering that myself....
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CrimsonMaiden said:
Yeah, me too! I know he said it would be a very busy period for him--final stages of a building project, or something--but I thought we'd see him from time to time.
We miss you, Wills!
Lou
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I haven't been keeping up with this thread, because I have a very busy schedule right now, but since CM told me the sub genre you were writing in at the moment, I couldn't stay away. I'm gonna read through the stories this evening, but I must not be tempted to write one of my own. I must not. Nope, can't do it.
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Pssst Lou,
If you do, I won't tell anyone. Promise.
If you do, I won't tell anyone. Promise.
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Reo,
I agree with CM. You could have made it more scary by telling more about what was happening in the dream. Can you make the cat more scared too?
I agree about the purpose of this thread. It forces me to write, and to write in categories I would not normally chose. And yes, I count on you all to give honest feedback.
Wondering what Dingus has cooked up. And where is Will's?
HUGS HUGS HUGS I am going to write more for that section and edit it either later tonight or tomorrow
Thank you all
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Reo
When you edit it let me know, I will read the edited version. Thanks.
reohoko said:HUGS HUGS HUGS I am going to write more for that section and edit it either later tonight or tomorrow
When you edit it let me know, I will read the edited version. Thanks.
Hi folks,
I'm still around but frantically busy.
Started a new business Jan 1st. Going ok but requires a lot of travelling, but earned my first money out of it this week, so not bad.
Found my self outside Lauren's School of Architecture the other day but couldn't spot any pert nipples.
Building project is advancing, new windows arrive tomorrow (today now). Just finshing a big submission to the bank to fund the second stage, really to employ a builder full time so I can get on with other things.
Completed the design of one of three web sites, first for my wife, other two for my business interests. That has really burnt the candles since Christmas.
Almost finished a second installment of the Country House romp, first part is up, no iidea how it is doing. Havn't even had time to put a link up.
Havn't written a word on my continuing NaNo novel since Christmas - awaiting inspiration.
Might try this challenge, depends on inspiration, but you are all doing great. Good stories, keep them coming.
Will's
I'm still around but frantically busy.
Started a new business Jan 1st. Going ok but requires a lot of travelling, but earned my first money out of it this week, so not bad.
Found my self outside Lauren's School of Architecture the other day but couldn't spot any pert nipples.
Building project is advancing, new windows arrive tomorrow (today now). Just finshing a big submission to the bank to fund the second stage, really to employ a builder full time so I can get on with other things.
Completed the design of one of three web sites, first for my wife, other two for my business interests. That has really burnt the candles since Christmas.
Almost finished a second installment of the Country House romp, first part is up, no iidea how it is doing. Havn't even had time to put a link up.
Havn't written a word on my continuing NaNo novel since Christmas - awaiting inspiration.
Might try this challenge, depends on inspiration, but you are all doing great. Good stories, keep them coming.
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There you are, we've been wondering where you'd gotten off to.
Sounds like you have been busy indeed.
My Nano novel has just been sitting around since the end of November. I need to edit it so I can submit it to the Novels and Novellas category, but I've been putting it off. The thought of tackling 100 pages is daunting.
Good luck in your new business, but try not to be a stranger.
CM
Sounds like you have been busy indeed.
My Nano novel has just been sitting around since the end of November. I need to edit it so I can submit it to the Novels and Novellas category, but I've been putting it off. The thought of tackling 100 pages is daunting.
Good luck in your new business, but try not to be a stranger.
CM
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Ok, it's edited. I am sorry, I don't know what to do with the cat, it's only there to serve one purpose... guess what that is? LOL
I added the details I wanted to put in before, still decided not to get too carried away because I am still behind schedule on a few other things. Tell me what you think
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Ok, it's edited. I am sorry, I don't know what to do with the cat, it's only there to serve one purpose... guess what that is? LOL
I added the details I wanted to put in before, still decided not to get too carried away because I am still behind schedule on a few other things. Tell me what you think
HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS
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Wills,
Glad to hear from you. No wonder you had no time.
Verrrrry busy.
We don't mind as long as you do not vanish into thin air.
Reo,
I like your second version a lot better.
Glad to hear from you. No wonder you had no time.
Verrrrry busy.
We don't mind as long as you do not vanish into thin air.
Reo,
I like your second version a lot better.
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Reo's story
Did I miss the carrot stick?
The problem I have with these short tales that sometimes it is too short. Damn teasing sex scenes, I want more. I like the story, but the awakening happened too soon.
Did I miss the carrot stick?
The problem I have with these short tales that sometimes it is too short. Damn teasing sex scenes, I want more. I like the story, but the awakening happened too soon.
Re: Reo's story
you missed the carrot stick... it was really that unimportant to the tale.... just a further invasion of her privacy...
[Her mini-calendar hit the floor with a slow thud, and the cackling returned. “Healthy little Pretty,” it laughed at her sealed carrot sticks and celery and dropped it to the floor too. Suddenly it overturned her purse and things poured to the floor with crashes and crumbles and her bottle of perfume broke instantly. The room filled with the musk smell that rivaled the smoke.]
Yeah, more sex, maybe it can be a reoccuring dream? *giggle
Thank you, BT HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS
I made the challenge then? What do I get, any chocolate? *giggle
HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS KISSESSSS
Dingus Guy said:Did I miss the carrot stick?
The problem I have with these short tales that sometimes it is too short. Damn teasing sex scenes, I want more. I like the story, but the awakening happened too soon.
you missed the carrot stick... it was really that unimportant to the tale.... just a further invasion of her privacy...
[Her mini-calendar hit the floor with a slow thud, and the cackling returned. “Healthy little Pretty,” it laughed at her sealed carrot sticks and celery and dropped it to the floor too. Suddenly it overturned her purse and things poured to the floor with crashes and crumbles and her bottle of perfume broke instantly. The room filled with the musk smell that rivaled the smoke.]
Yeah, more sex, maybe it can be a reoccuring dream? *giggle
Thank you, BT HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS
I made the challenge then? What do I get, any chocolate? *giggle
HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS KISSESSSS
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