Writing Challenge ~ January 2014

[Britwitch]

WRITING CHALLENGE ~ JANUARY 2014​

Here is the first challenge of 2014! Woo hoo! This challenge will run for the rest of the month and you have my sincere apologies that it didn’t start on the 1st but…better late than never!

And so, here are your prompts.

"Metanoia (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self or way of life."


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You can involve the prompts themselves in your piece and make your link to the prompts as obvious or as subtle as you like or use them simply as inspiration for something else. You can use part of the prompts, just one aspect of the images, or use them in their entirety.

As there are several prompts you can of course chose to use all of them in one piece or write one for each…again, it’s your writing, your challenge. You write whatever you’re inspired to write!

The word limit for this challenge is 2,014 words (*giggles*) and your submission can take whatever form you desire – poetry or prose, complete story or a vignette. Erotic or not, serious or light hearted, it’s whatever you want it to be!!

Post only your submissions in this thread, constructive comments and reviews are to be posted in the appropriately named – Comment and Review Thread

The deadline for this month’s challenge is Friday 31st January 2014, with February’s challenge hopefully going live the following day!

Previous challenges and reviews can be found here.

Happy writing!

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Metanoia (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self or way of life."​

They are scary, yes of course, absolutely terrifying, but they are also alive. Stone to us, the only way we can ever see them, but they are more than mere stone inside. They are lonely, unloved, loathsome, feared creatures. Never to know what it is like to be looked on by another person, never to know the real touch of another. Perhaps that is why they weep.

She was among their numbers. How many of them, no one can really say, but among them was her. Perhaps she came out wrong, something a little off about her that made her crave beyond what the others of her kind did, made her into something more than a predator. Perhaps they are all like her, and she just couldn't hide it the way they could. It is impossible, really, to be an outcast when you belong to a species that cannot look at another of it's kind as they truly are, and yet she was. Many hunted in packs. She lived alone. Many depended on others, a sisterhood of blind dependence, but she only felt a stony coldness from them that she could not tolerate.

So she was alone. She moved among the humans, living in the space of a blink, watching them love each other and look at each other with no idea of the profound gift they had. Where they found love and affection, she felt only sorrow and isolation. Their joy became more than any creature could bear, and she found only one escape for it.

It was a one-way street, but these people in their sorrow unknowingly let her feel a sort of kinship with them. They had loved once, felt a touch and a closeness she would never know, but now they too only saw stone when they looked at the one they yearned for. Eyes closed, that person came alive to them, but a blink was a fleeting thing, a span of time all too short and gone all too soon, and when their eyes were open again that life was replaced with only a remnant of the person that had lived it. Maybe everyone turned to stone eventually, and she had just been too quick to get there. So fast she skipped over living, and went straight to the eternal end.

Time passed there in the graveyard, as it does everywhere eventually. Those that came to visit were soon turned to stone themselves, and others came to visit them. Flowers were left, tears were shed, seasons changed. She moved on her perch, of course, but never off of it. They were who she belonged near, this place her only real home. The need became great, the opportunity ample, but never would she, could she, send them from this vulnerable place so she might feed on their energy. She was growing weaker by the day, but it was no longer within her to visit more anguish upon those who were suffering so much already.

Eventually, just as those whose visits she so loved turned to dust and stone, so did she. Her window to watch them grew smaller and smaller, the blank stone periods longer and longer, until one day she joined them all. Silent, mute and no longer a danger, she was relegated to little more than a decoration that no one could quite remember being in that position in the past.

Her final undoing was a brutal winter storm, the drop in temperature foretold by a harsh wind that blew her from her pedestal and shattered her stone like so much glass. She stayed that way for nearly a week before enough clearing was done to discover her, and set her right again. But there was no longer a right for her. No memory of her was left behind, no smile brought to anyone's face at a thought of her. She had become like those that surrounded her. Cold and ruined stone, useless to any except as a marker of what had been. A show of time gone by, seemingly in the blink of an eye.

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[MausAss]

"Metanoia (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self or way of life."


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”Give me my jacket quick or I’ll come back and burn down the place. I’ve done it before,” the girl said to the guy handing out jackets.

He didn’t seem to care that the girl had just threatened to burn down the club, but it had piqued another man’s interest.

“Is it true?” Richard asked the girl, not sure why he was so curious.

“I burned down my old school,” she said flashing him a smile, before she received her jacket and started to walk away.

Richard couldn’t say that her look stood out in any particular way, but she wasn’t bad to look at either. Still he wanted to know more and why did he feel so excited hearing her talk about burning down her old school. When he got his jacket she had just got outside the door. He had promised to wait for his friend, but had to find out more about her. He felt a tinge of guilt for leaving his friend behind as he decided to run after her. Once he caught up with her he didn’t know what to say, but she gave him a curious look. She had blue eyes and there was a spark in them that he hadn’t seen before.

“Why did you come after me?”she asked still with the spark in her eyes and he couldn’t help feeling she was toying with him.

“I don’t know, I…” Richard started saying before stopping.

He didn’t have a good answer to her question, since he hardly knew the answer himself. He didn’t know why he was so curious and fascinated by her? Was it all because she had told him she had burned down her old school. He feared that it was, but it also made him feel excited. Although he felt attracted to her, he knew it wasn’t that. He had always been fascinated by fires, but he had never thought about burning something down, but now he was wondering what it would feel like. What it would feel like to set a building on fire and watch it burn to the ground. She had another smile now, like she knew what he was thinking and liked it. She grabbed his hand and motioned for him to follow her.

“I know just the place,” she said, not able to hide her excitement and Richard felt it too.

Richard didn’t know where she was taking him, but he was desperate to find out. He could feel his heart beating faster from the excitement. They had entered an industrial area until and she constantly looked around, he didn’t know if it was to spot anyone or to find out where they were. She led him behind a warehouse of some kind before stopping. She had a huge smile on her face and she looked more alive than before. She took a hold of his head and pulled it close to hers, for a moment he thought she was going to kiss him, but she didn’t. Instead she held his head inches from hers as she looked him in the eyes. The spark in her eyes was even brighter now.

“I want you to light this building on fire,” she whispered to him.

It was crazy, but he felt alive. It was like he was under her spell and he started to see why he had been so fascinated with her. The spark in her eyes was even brighter and he knew he couldn’t say no. He wanted to set the building on fire; he wanted to see what it was like. She had a small arsenal in her purse and it didn’t take long until they had started a fire. During the whole time he felt the thrill of it all. Richard watched how the things they gathered burned brighter with each second. He wanted to stay her and watch the place burn to the ground.

“And now we run,” she said waking Richard from his thought.

He hadn’t even thought about the consequences of his actions before she had told him to run. If they got caught this would ruin his life. He looked at her and he knew he had the same grin on his face that he saw on her. He took her hand and they ran and he had never felt more alive. Richard didn’t know for how long they run or where all he knew was how liberated it had made him feel. They didn’t stop until they reached an alley in a part of town he wasn’t too familiar with.

She stopped and looked him in the eyes. He wondered if he had the same fire in his as eyes as he saw in hers. Suddenly he felt her hand on his crotch and he realized just how hard he was. She gave it a squeeze before she pulled him in for a kiss. He felt more excited than he ever had and the feeling of tongue was enough to drive him crazy, but just before he could pull her in she broke of the kiss.

“You’re an arsonist now,” she said still looking him in the eyes with a huge grin on her face.

He was horny beyond all control and he realized it was true what she had said: he was an arsonist now. The thrill of the fire was a kick he wouldn’t be able to live without. He pushed her up against the wall and slid his hand under her skirt and in under her panties. She was soaking and his finger slid in easily. They still looked each other in the eyes, still with the same fire in their eyes.
“It makes you horny, doesn’t it?” she said daring him to go further.

She didn’t stop him as he yanked her panties down and pulled out his hard cock, all she did was continue to smile. He entered her wet pussy in one hard thrust, before pulling out and jamming it in again. She put her arms around him and shifter her body to give him better access. They could hear sirens in the background as they continued they continued to fuck, if anything the sound made them fuck harder. Richard didn’t even know her name, all he knew was the pleasure her body was bringing him. The feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around his cock stimulating his cock each thrust he made. Her eyes was telling him to fuck harder, she had started to let out small moans each time his cock bottomed inside her pussy. Each thrust brought them both closer to orgasm. It was pure lust that drove him to continue to thrust his cock wildly inside her. His breath was ragged and he was very close to his limit. When he felt her pussy contract he couldn’t hold back any longer and his cock started to pump his cum inside her. He barely noticed she was coming too, as the pleasure of his orgasm took control of his body. Richard knew he shouldn’t have come inside her, but instead of pulling out he pushed his cock further inside. He released the last few spurts deep inside her pussy, closest to her womb.

He didn’t know what to say to her as he pulled out. The sound of sirens was still in the background and if it was probably safer to get as far away from the crime scene as possible. He could see her adjusting her clothes and pull up her panties before giving him a short kiss on the mouth, before she started to run away. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do now, a part of him wanted to go back and watch the fire, another part wanted to run away as far as possible and a third wanted to run after the girl he had just fucked. The only thing he was sure of was that this night had changed him. This wasn’t going to be the last time he would put something one fire…