Towards more picuresque language

[ABSTRUSE]

Ahh, Pooh, the cartoon inspired by a Bear in the great Winnipeg Zoo in Manitoba Canada When a little boy named Christopher named the bear Pooh, and a canadian soldier witnessed it all; thus the start of pooh

Really, I always thought it was a british thing? Pooh is simplistically brilliant.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

You know, we make fun of the Reader's Digest "Towards a More Picturesque Language" but that's the first thing I look for at my dentist's office.

I still remember one I read like 20 years ago:

The lightening knitted the horizon with threads of light.

---dr.M.

 

[shereads]

This may be too sentimental for some tastes, but it's erotic nevertheless:

I fucked her. I plowed her field, let her have it, put the pooch to her.

~ Doctor Mabeuse

 

[vargas111]

Self serving, but I like it:

The garment she wore was a
deep yet somehow brilliant blue, a blue of sky
that can only be seen from high mountains at
twilight.

And:

They made love. James had believed he had
made love to Amaka many times. He now realized
that he was wrong. They had only had loving,
tender sex. It had been wonderful sex, but
nothing like this. "James, James, oh my love, Oh
James, James" Amaka sobbed between orgasms.

James could only repeat her name like a
mantra, "Amaka, Amaka, Amaka, Amaka" his voice,
too, broken with feeling as he thrust himself deep
into the woman clinging to him. "One flesh" The
old Biblical phrase flashed into James's mind. It
had always struck him as material and crude. Now
he knew it was but a literal description of what
his and Amaka's bodies sought -- coupling,
joining, fusion, a melting together, a perfect
union.

Both from "Examination 5 - Personal Examination"

 

[McKenna]

Personally, I like the one in Sheread's sigline.

 

[McKenna]

"In our house there is only one bed, too big for you, a little narrow for us both. It is chaste, white, completely exposed; no drapery veils its honest candour in the light of day. People who come to see us survey it calmly and do not tactfully look aside, for it is marked, in the middle, with but one soft valley, like the bed of a young girl who sleeps alone. "

Wow. Beautiful.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

You know, we make fun of the Reader's Digest "Towards a More Picturesque Language" but that's the first thing I look for at my dentist's office.

I still remember one I read like 20 years ago:

The lightening knitted the horizon with threads of light.

---dr.M.

Everyone hates to admit it, but it is very well read. My grandparents used to get it and that is one of my vivid memories of going to their house and reading it. I havent thought about their house in years and I was just able to recall it as if I was standing inside of it, Thanks Zoot.

 

[MLyons]

From Teenage Venus' "A Beauty - and a Beast"

Hope she doesn't mind. This passage was very powerful for me:

It was also the night I lost religion - with its accompanying superstitions and bigotry. Anything that could reduce a night of beauty, tenderness, and love, into one of guilt, and fear, and sordidness, could have no place for me.

 

[shereads]

From "The Name of the Rose." A monk assembles scraps of books collected at the ruin of a burned library.

At the end of my patient reconstruction, I had before me a kind of lesser library, a symbol of the greater, vanished one: a library made up of fragments, quotations, unfinished sentences, amputated stumps of books.

Facing death:

I shall be in the simple foundation, in the silent desert where diversity is never seen, in the privacy where no one finds himself in his proper place. I shall fall into the silent and uninhabited divinity where there is no work and no image.

It is cold in the scriptorium, my thumb aches. I leave this manuscript, I do not know for whom; I no longer know what it is about: yesterday's rose endures in its name, we hold empty names.

~ Umberto Eco

 

[Joe Wordsworth]

Here's one line that flat out gets me every time...


"...but it did happen."

--Magnolia

 

[Fag-Ash_Lil]

"And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke." Kipling.

I'll never forgive Clinton for wasting a good cigar. Cigars are supposed to be kept moist, but not there. I use my empty bra cup.

Fag-Ash Lil

 

[CharleyH]

"And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke." Kipling.

I'll never forgive Clinton for wasting a good cigar. Cigars are supposed to be kept moist, but not there. I use my empty bra cup.

Fag-Ash Lil

LOL - Damn. I thought you were going to say 'the time is nigh. . . '

 

[Boota]

This is the opening line from Angel's Blood, the first thing I ever wrote:


Covered in her blood I knelt in the street screaming daggers at a god I could no longer believe in.


I liked that line so much that I kept writing.

 

[Clare Quilty]

... while the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty.

A frightening observation from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

 

[Weird Harold]

She was like the Energizer Bunny with her batteries in backwards; she just kept coming and coming and coming.

A story by "Dorsai" at ASSTR.ORG

 

[dr_mabeuse]

We were talking about orgasm scenes a while ago. Here's a new one from a pending story:

He reached out and took her nipple in his fingers and squeezed, knowing just how to season her pleasure with pain and send her over the edge, and Helene burst through herself like a butterfly from its cocoon, sailing through the air on wings of obscene sexual surrender.

---dr.M.

 

[Clare Quilty]

This isn't of a sexual nature, but it fairly makes my dick hard every time I read it.

There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And blow them at the moon:

Hamlet Act 3, Scene 4

 

[Clare Quilty]

...to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee.

Khan Singh and Captain Ahab respectively

 

[shereads]

quote:
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She was like the Energizer Bunny with her batteries in backwards; she just kept coming and coming and coming.

A story by "Dorsai" at ASSTR.ORG
------------------------------------------------------------------------


Thank you, Wierd Harold, for making iced coffee come out of my sinuses and splatter onto the keyboard. My attorneys will be in touch.

 

[Katerina Val-Kyrie]

First of all, D M, I loved the phrase from your pending story.

He reached out and took her nipple in his fingers and squeezed, knowing just how to season her pleasure with pain and send her over the edge, and Helene burst through herself like a butterfly from its cocoon, sailing through the air on wings of obscene sexual surrender.

Simply, beautiful.

Here are a few sentences of my own creation from Dancing Angel... (My first bi-story)

I drank her in like a fine wine, a rare delicacy savored on my lips. Warmth filled my belly. I was nourished by her, left in a tipsy state of passion.

She kissed me again, butterfly kisses raining down my throat in a delicate swirl.

Arousal washed over me like a gentle tide, her touch as heavenly as an ocean’s kiss.

Undulating waves coursed through me in heavenly bliss. I stayed on the brink until the pulsations ebbed, the gentle breaking of a tide, coming no more.

Convulsing waves swept through her, her body trembling in the throes of release. She arched again, her orgasm escalating before receding into a stream of unending bliss.

A peaceful calm washed over us in the aftermath of our lovemaking.

Katerina

 

[Subo97]

take your pic

I sometimes get lost between picturesque and picaresque.

here's one I couldn't resist from my Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde SRP thread:

"You remind me of me," Hyde growled, "Not as smart and with a smaller pecker, but still somewhat akin."

I can never resist a rogue.

 

[Clare Quilty]

The nerves of pleasure had been laid bare. The corpuscles of Krause were entering the phase of frenzy. The least pressure would suffice to set all paradise loose.

Humbert Humbert

 

[tolyk]

This should not be on the second page.. So here is a bump, with a post


I sleep with no sleep,
With dreams I cannot recall.
Walk the life of the living,
Dream the life of the dead.

-Sleepless, by Tolyk.

For those of you who understand it in the way I mean it, it is picturesque

 

[Seattle Zack]

Three men at McAlester State Penitentiary had larger penises than Lamar Pye, but all were black and therefore, by Lamar's own figuring, hardly human at all. His was the largest penis ever seen on a white man in that prison or any of the others in which Lamar had spent so much of his adult life. It was a monster, a snake, a ropey, veiny thing that hardly looked at all like what it was but rather like some form of rubber tubing.

first paragraph of Dirty White Boys by Stephen Hunter

Helluva way to start a novel.

 

[shereads]

Three men at McAlester State Penitentiary had larger penises than Lamar Pye, but all were black and therefore, by Lamar's own figuring, hardly human at all. His was the largest penis ever seen on a white man in that prison or any of the others in which Lamar had spent so much of his adult life. It was a monster, a snake, a ropey, veiny thing that hardly looked at all like what it was but rather like some form of rubber tubing.

first paragraph of Dirty White Boys by Stephen Hunter

Helluva way to start a novel.

Helluva a way to start anything, Zack.