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I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (provide a translation please :)). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph has been reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr.
The weather was humid, heavy and thick like a tongue. The razor grazed his skin, shedding the prickly beard he had recently been wearing. His head was cradled between her soft, tender hands and her abdomen. He breathed in the moment, hoping he would never have to exhale it. Despite all the boundaries they were breaking, he felt at peace. He peered up as she caressed his forehead, he noticed her dress falling from her bare, white shoulder. She was beautiful. At any moment she could slice his throat effortlessly, no one would care nor notice his disappearance. She wiped the last of the pearl-white foam from his cheeks and neck, revealing delicious, dark chocolate skin. They stood there, her hair tousled by the warm wind, staring at each other. A gust of warm wind nudged her into his hands.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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I like the opening, “heavy and thick like a tongue” for the sensual paragraph. Interesting title for the picture.
Thank you. 🙂
Where did you get this one from??? What an interesting image to pick for picture it and write! At first I couldn’t even tell what was going on in the image, I wasn’t sure what the woman was doing to the guy. This image looks like something out of a fashion magazine. It looks like an advertisement for clothes and accessories, and upon magnifying the image a little bit, what I had suspected was proved true. It is an ad for Calvin Klein products of various kinds. Strange ad, though. It wouldn’t sell anything to me! Love the images that you come up with here, Ermisenda and Eliabeth! 🙂
Thank you! Tumblr is a great place full of many photos and art but unfortunately they are not very good at crediting these artworks. I’m not sure what it’s selling either, fashion doesn’t really have a logical purpose. I love the image because it feels like it was taken from a movie. I think it’s very beautiful, cinematic and I’d love to know the story behind it! 🙂
– Ermisenda
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By the way, I have a suggestion to you for Picture it and Write: Perhaps you could make a feature where one week you have an image you chose yourselves, and one week you have a reader-suggested image for that week’s picture it and write prompt. I think that it would spice things up just a little bit (not that they need spicing up, but I think that it would just make things more interesting and it might attract more readers and subscribers’ interest to Picture it and Write, because they would be curious to see what the new images would be that people have suggested and they might want to even suggest one of their own). This is of course just a humble suggestion for a new feature for Picture it and Write, feel free to use it or not. I just thought that I would put it out there for you two to consider. Thank you so much for having such a great blog here, Ermisenda and Eliabeth, I am so glad that I have found it and subscribed. I really look forward to see what the new image will be for Picture it and Write every week! Thanks so much 😀
I think that’s a great idea! Thank you for the suggestion. I think I will try and implement that new idea in the coming weeks. I might urge people to write their story, and then post a link to the image they wish to be chosen for Picture it & write next week. They would need to post their story + link before Thursday if not that would not give me sufficient time to make the post. I will have to discuss it with Eliabeth and plan it out. Thanks again, Scriptor. You’re full of great ideas!
– Ermisenda
I got kind of an odd story for this one maybe… two characters from one of my older dreams. Here’s Too Close for Comfort.
Wow…so beautiful. I love what you did with this image. I also loved how you wove the accent into the story. The way she spoke. It strengthened the characterisation. Oh, I love Leon dearly too. Poor Miss Kate. I also loved the repetitive use of ‘womb’. The way she kept bringing him against her abdomen seemed to create a stronger, intimate atmosphere between the two. Awesome contribution, Annie! Loved it. 🙂
Thanks! You keep matching my dreams with your picture choices. 🙂
She was absorbed in her work, with a small frown creasing her otherwise perfect face. Her attention was entirley fixed on her job in hand, with no stray thoughts out of place.
She was so absorbed in her work she didn’t notice that the strap of her white dress had slipped off, her naked sun-kissed skin flowing from neck to shoulder unblemished.
But he had seen. And his thoughts were not as disiplined as hers.
That white dress: white for youth, white for purity, white with innocence.
But not for much longer.
Hey there, Tanitha! Thanks for contributing this week. I really liked the repetition of “white” and it’s symbolism. This story had a dark edge (sorry for the pun :P), I’m not sure if it was meant to, but I could feel it. I like the uncertainty, it makes me want to know more and to keep reading. I hope to see you next week!
I really like the focus too. You can see it in the picture… “no stray thought out of place.”
“Interracial communication
In this time and age ‘n,
I can’t believe she is saving me
Even though there is slavery.”
He thinks, as the knife
Moves up and down,
And takes away his beard,
mingled with his tears.
I like the heartbreaking image you created with ‘takes away his beard, mingled with his tears’. Great job, Otheus. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
As the razor brushed away the hint of a long and tiring journey, he could not help but stare at the beautiful woman who had found him starving to death in a dense forest. Where was he going? He could barely remember. Who was he?
But those petty things did not seem to matter anymore. She gave him shelter, food and took care of him. He felt like a God. He could not imagine going away.
What was it like to talk? To hear? Here, silence was the king. Thus, his sight and smell sharpened and a few days were enough to make him forget that he originally had five senses.
His humanness was almost lost. He didn’t mind. All that mattered was this woman, always at his side. Slowly, the world became the woman. Everything revolved around her. He could barely feel anything except his awe and obsession for her.
She was gradually eating his soul…
I really liked your opening line, “the razor brushed away the hint of a long and tiring journey.”
Hey there, evilnymphstuff! I loved the final sentence to your story; it provides this ‘beautiful woman’ a sinister edge. It’s raw and animal, ‘eating his soul’. Great job! I hope to see you next week!
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