Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- Glass. From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.
“I can’t wait for the day
we actually use crystal instead of glass.”
“I know what you mean, I
think.” Carolyn didn’t always understand Nixie’s perspective. Her best friend
kept her on her toes in that department. It was probably a good thing, since
Carolyn could sometimes be the hopeless romantic. Nixie kept her grounded.
“The day we’re all
famous, and everyone wants our wines, like some of the finest Napa or Sonoma
brands. I don’t mean I want to get rid of these.” Holding up an etched glass
reading Heart Nectar on the side,
with their unique artistic logo next to it. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you turn
all uppity or anything. I’ll knock your ass back down to reality when you need
“Thank you for your
generosity. I knew I could count on you.” Trying to giggle was like swallowing
cinnamon, nothing could make the nearly impossible happen the right way.
Carolyn was too preoccupied to properly daisy chain thoughts together.
Reading her like a
supermarket tabloid was another fine gift Nixie possessed. She smelled out the
bullshit. “When you are you gonna stop being all coy and just tell me what
happened with George?”
“I thought you’d give me
at least until the afternoon before you started the interrogation.”Stalling for more time, Carolyn could find
very few words that made sense, even for her. “I haven’t analyzed the situation
“You’ve had an entire day
and night to analyze. I know you didn’t sleep more than an hour at a time
flipping and flopping with visions of doom and gloom mowing down the sheep you
tried to count.” Holding a pretend machine gun, Nixie graphically portrayed her
“Dear God you’re morbid.”
“I’m more impatient than
morbid, so spill your guts before I spill ‘em for ya.”
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- GRIM. From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.
Never had anything made
his heart so grim. Could she really turn away, never seeing him again? George
had to convince her otherwise. "You are a woman who feels deeply. You
aren't skeptical, logical, or doubtful, instead you fight for the
possibilities. “I'd rather have someone
like you in my life, then anyone without a sense of fantasy. Until now, I'd
never really wanted to take the time to stop Charles. I'd always accepted him
for the asshole he was.” His voice lowered, cracking in desperation. “Now that
he hurt you, I couldn't stand for it to go on another day."
The darkness shadowed on Carolyn’s
minor facial expressions. Yet, he could see everything from her soul. They
should put everything behind them where the negative belonged.
believe everything you say. The tone of your voice is way more meaningful than
the words you're saying." Wringing her hands, Carolyn chewed her lip,
revealing her anxiety.
Consequently, the more
she revealed hidden insecurity, George became heated, the long-standing
instinct to sweep her up and make her his simmered just beneath his skin.
"I want another chance to kiss you. Will you wait to make up your mind
until then?" He knew she'd come alive just as much as he did. When their
mouth met the first time she tasted just as he'd imagined, an all-consuming
combination of joy and passion, tinged with the sweetness of delicious bakery
Taking a small step
backward, Carolyn's hesitance almost made George gasp. Wrapping her arms around
her body, she retained a protective, defensive stance. Lifting her chin,
Carolyn still shivered from the weight of their discussion. Valiantly, she
attempted mustering strength neither one of them had. "Maybe I've had
enough kissing men for a while. It always seems to get me in trouble."
"We can make it a
good trouble." Slowly, with smaller steps than usual, George inched his
way toward her quivering body. "I won't do anything you don't want. I'm
not the kind to bully anyone into my wishes." Reaching forth his left
hand, he ran a finger along one of her arms. Goosebumps quickly trailed behind
his touch. Standing stock still, Carolyn averted her gaze away from his probing
eyes. Suddenly, she noticed it. Not even the darkness could hide what the
moonlight brightly illuminated. Why hadn't she noticed it before?
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the intensely striking photo of the moon. I think of harvest moon when I see such splendor. We only get 300 words to grab your attention and bring you into the world we're writing from. From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.
“You’re one giant leap
for me in a world full of my small steps.”
There’s no way she could
ignore such a plea. He was as genuine as Charles was deceitful. Not cut from the
same cloth, only sharing a few threads of DNA didn’t make this man the same
conniving scum who’d invaded her home and body with such treachery. George exuded
sorrow for actions he hadn’t even taken. Her fingers yearned to touch his hair,
pulling him in closely, as if she’d never get another chance. “The moon is
romanticizing your words.”
“Don’t blame anything on
this setting, although it’s perfect.” The secluded winery nestled securely among
vines much older than her twenty-something years on the planet. The antique
atmosphere delighted a girlish sense of love sustained by the safety of
countless others who’d shared the same gardens. Treading the same paths as thoughtful
dreamers gave Carolyn permission to believe- To believe in all his eloquent
“Aren’t you angry with
me, at least a little bit?”
“How could I be angry when
he clearly tricked you? Our own mother was duped several times by his
theatrics. Unfortunately, he learned at an early age to take advantage instead
of being noble. I started feeling regret for him when I realized he would never
have the capability. It’s hurtful that he isn’t even bothered by such trivial human
conditions as feelings, emotions, or empathy. He broke my heart before I even
knew of the love from a woman.”
“I still should’ve known
it wasn’t you. Perhaps, I was wishful thinking, which still isn’t an excuse.” How
could she voice aloud her shortcomings of rational thought? Basically, she
admitted the possibility she took the man standing in front of her, without
really knowing for sure.