Writing Samples

[ArtemisBaelin]

Every one post your best writing sample.

He ran down the alley quickly glancing at his wrist, his designer suit damp with sweat, "I'm... Sorry...I'm...late" gasped the man stopping in front of a woman with vibrant red hair, and calming green eyes.

"Well I almost decided to go home," pouted the woman. "I don't like waiting" she whispered seductively licking the lobe of his ear, "It makes me...frisky."

The man eagerly reached for her his hands caressing her hips sliding to her ass giving it a soft pinch and pulling the waistband of her pants down just verily exposing her frilly pink panties. "I think I like it when your frisky," groaned the man.

The woman pushed her hand between his thighs slowly rubbing the area around his groin before caressing his tip and pulling away. "Let's take this back home?"

"How about right here," growled the man pushing her against the wall hungrily kissing her throat slowly lowering his lips to the beginning of her cleavage.

"But we're...in public" whispered the woman with a scandalous look moaning as his lips reigned fire onto her chest, "F-F-Fuck I...I need you now"

 

[Obuzeti]

I'm all for encouraging better writing, so here's a post from Fold 'Em awhile back that I still really like. Morbid material, but character defining.

~*~​

Moray shrugs, unbothered. He doesn't care about this Vanessa that Kara's been chasing or about the bleeding ghoul at their feet. It's all extraneous to him. Kara's upset, though, so he hefts up Dean by the makeshift load bar he's punched through his jacket, and carries him into the ruins of the medical pavilion. It's basically destroyed: the front end is entirely gone, blown out by a hefty explosion, and there's what looks like the pieces of some blue super mutant spread all over the place.

"Ah, Jesus - " Dean moans. The bombs falling had been bad, but were universal; this was a disaster happening entirely to him, and it had shook his composure hard. "Is this dame so important to dollface? Who the fuck is she, a sister? They don't look nothin' alike, even!"

Moray finds the Auto-Doc, shielded from the detonation by dint of being in a separate room. Then he drops Dean by its side so he can fiddle it open - he's never used these things for shit before. "She feels morally responsible for her," he answers, absently, "Not that you'd understand the sentiment."

"Shit, look, I just want to get out of here at this point," Dean says, realizing he's alone again with this fucking thing that hacked off his leg without so much as the warning of a hard look. "What is it that you want out of this? Sierra can answer all sorts of wishes, so long as we -"

Moray reaches over and crushes Dean's trachea with his bare hand. The cartilage crunches under his fingers like straw and Dean gasps soundlessly, eyes bulging, as he smacks at the man's forearm twice. Then he sticks Moray with a stiletto that he'd pulled from somewhere, and Moray does notice that - the point grates off a rib and slides along it instead in a long, bleeding gash.

"Huh," Moray comments, neutral, seizes Dean's wrist with his other hand -

(Dean's mouth and tongue writhe, his eyes water, and he tries to pull away)

- twists it back until the ghoul's elbow locks, and then punches right though the point of it, dislocating the elbow and shattering the joint entirely. Dean convulses and sags to the floor in a ball, sobbing too hard to make words at this point. The little knife falls from his fingers and clatters to the floor.

Moray rolls him over on his back with the tip of his boot and stares down at Dean, whose terrified eyes stare back up.

"I am a murderer," Moray says, soft. He doesn't blink. "Not a killer. Not one who doesn't understand the value of life - I know what it's worth, and I choose to take it away from you. I want to hear your feet kick and your breath whistle while you die. I want to watch your pain and your suffering and the moment life fades from your eyes, Dean. I live for the ending; I live, for the moment I take, and you are no more. Just meat, because the rest is mine."

Dean's mouth goes dry. His eyes no longer water, and he goes slack; like some squirrel or rodent in the grip of a serpent, fear has overwhelmed his faculties, mindless and screaming in the grasp of the absolute end that now faces him. He barely even breathes through the ruin of his throat.

"Do things Kara's way," Moray says, still softly, "Or we will do them mine. Her mercy is the only kind you will get."

He lifts Dean up and slides him off the glaive into the Auto-Doc, then seals it. The whirring pincers and scalpels go to work, and a faint gasping whistle, like a teakettle, begins to come through the door - the ghoul doing his level best to scream.

Moray leaves the Clinic, and moves back over to where Kara is waiting.

"Saw the mutant. Good work," he says, the compliment coming out like he's reading about the weather, dull and conversational. "I got the keycard, Dean's in the Auto-Doc. Where do you think Vanessa will be at, now?"

He unwinds a set of bandages as he speaks, from a pocket underneath his fatigues, and wraps them awkwardly up under his outfit and around the scratch. It's not even that deep - maybe half an inch at best - but it is long, and bleeding a fair bit. He could stimpak it in a heartbeat, but honestly it's not even worth that.

 

[Veroe]

Here's one I am quite proud of

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

"Remove my coat, Alex, and lay it over your chair" She told him waiting for his strong hands to comply with her words. When he did he would see just how very backless her very backless dress was.

Instantaneously Lorellei heard him rise and approach behind her. The setting down onto his knees did surprise her, but she stayed still watching the twisting and writhing bodies on the dance floor to the pounding beat of the loud dance music playing compelling everyone in earshot to join in.

She didn't react when she felt his fingers run over her stiletto heels before reaching up to pull her coat over her shoulder and down her arms baring the amount of skin her very backless dress exposed to his eyes.

He collected her coat like her possession was precious to him, folding and laying it over her chair with a precise amount of care that spoke of his military background. She could feel the attention of his eyes on her back tracing like the softest of fingertips down the hour glass of her torso to the cut-outs over the back of her hips and amount of her ass exposed to the air and to his regard. She could feel the course of his eyes following the strap of her very thin G-string-the only thing she wore underneath the dress-until it was veiled from his gaze by the fabric of the dress as it dove into the cleft of her buttocks.

He offered her his hand which she took and threaded her arm through his while like a gentleman he led her through the people to the dance floor. Lorellei ignored the glances of the many men and a few tentative female gazes. She knew what she looked like and had centuries of hunting among them to learn not to be embarrassed or timid about her appearance on her human food source.

They reached the center of the dancefloor and turned meet his eyes with her own. Lorellei felt his strong hands take hold of her and pull her in close to him as Blake Mcgrath's Relax began playing.

She heard his soft moan even over the intro of the music and she reached up and stroked his face telling him, "Relax, Alex, focus upon me."

The way you move it
If you don't quit it im gonna lose my sh*t
The way you do it
The way you spinnin' im gonna lose it quick
I wanna save it up
Till I can drown you in a sea of love
So baby soak it up
When the rain is coming don't you miss a drop​

She began by wrapping her arms over his shoulders and rocking her hips to the driving beat. The motions rubbing her stomach back and forth over the growing tent in pants making itself quite apparent to her. Fingers playfully running through his hair.

Stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little
Cause I dont want to go yet blow this stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little
Cause I don't want to go yet baby relax​

She spun around to grind her ass into that tent as the song reached its bridge. Her head tipped back resting on his shoulder and staring up into the strobing lights above as her hands took his and guided them up the front of her body over her swaying midriff and up to the swell of her bust. She pushed his fingers into cutout exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage and left them there as she reached behind her to grip his ass and pull it into the grinding motions of her own.

Don't do it, (slow down)
Stop moving, (relax)
Don't do it when I wanna come
(Relax)
Don't do it (lay back)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it when I wanna come
When I wanna come​

Pulling his fingers out of her dress Lorellei spun back around to stare deep into his eyes as her leg hooked over his hip and she ground her sex into that tent. Her hands held him by the wrists and her fingers squeezed-not enough to crush his bones which would have been trivially easy for her-just enough to feel her greater strength than hers and get the endorphin rush from the split second of pain before she relaxed her grip.

You musn't lose shit
Last time we did it it wasn't like this
You learned some new tricks
Last time I hit it it didn't go like this​

She had come to this club and found Alex for a night of freedom free of consequences and complications, but in the morning she would have to let him leave her. Then she'd have no choice but to return to all those consequences and complications. But tonight, tonight was her night of freedom. Tonight was her night with Alex.

Stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little

Cause I dont want to go yet blow this stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little
Cause I dont want to go yet baby relax

Don't do it, (slow down)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it when i wanna come
(Relax)
Don't do it, (lay back)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it, when I wanna come
When I wanna come [x3]​

Alex would only have tonight, one night, after finally finding her. So Lorellei wanted everything to happen tonight to be something he'd remember for the rest of his lifetime. She wanted it to be a memory he'd masturbate to no matter what other woman he settled upon spending the rest of his years with. If she had only tonight then she wanted it to be a mark, her mark, upon his life he'd carry with him forever.

Baby relax
Don't do it (slow down)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it when i wanna come
(Relax)
Don't do it (lay back)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it, when I wanna come
When I wanna come [x3]​

She stepped back laying her hands over his shoulders and sliding them down lowering her rocking her hips into a crouch before him as her hands roamed freely over pecs, ribs, abs, belt and beneath that... She was face to face with that tent in his jeans she'd been teasing throughout this whole song now. She watched as her thumb traced over it.

Relax
When I wanna come
Relax
When I wanna come
When I wanna come​

She leaned in pucker her lips as if she was about to kiss material of his jeans over his cockhead before she turned her face up to look up to him and instead blew a kiss to him.

Lorellei would make certain Alex would never forget tonight, never forget her.