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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 and will soon be added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook.
Every fortnight we hope to host a photograph suggested by contributors. So, keep those photograph recommendations coming. Submit your favourite images (with credit) for next week’s Picture it & write!
His skin burned against mine, he was so warm. I gripped him tighter. We gasped in pleasure. Even after we had stopped moving together we couldn’t let each other go. I could feel his thumb caressing my back in a circular motion. I could feel soft wet kisses marking my neck. I was his. He was mine. I knew that we were already running late. I knew that I would have to detatch myself from his embrace at the airport. I knew we belonged to different, distant countries. But at this very moment, as we clung onto each other for dear life while sobs wracked our bodies, I couldn’t let go.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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Sometimes, I swear you’re thinking about me when you pick these pictures…. [sigh]
“…soft wet kisses marking my neck. I was his.” I love that territorial statement. This is a sensual moment of passion divided by angst.
Thank you! 🙂 I’m very close to this story of mine (this is Ermisenda, just in case someone thought otherwise). I am one of those people in the heart-aching long distance relationships. I should write about the first embrace, that’s always a good moment. I guess he’s worth it. 😉
Beautifully written. I hope to contribute to Picture It and Write soon. I like this post a lot. Will think about contributing an image as well.
There’s no time like the present! 🙂
We will be eagerly waiting for your story. We’d love to read your work or see your image contribution. Don’t be shy, walterwsmith3rd. 😉
Okay, so today, I wrote out a shell of fill-in-the-blank kind of stuff with the intention of using the picture to fill in the blanks and taking my inspiration from that… Here’s My Naked Moment.
Ouch! You just pulled a heart-string. Great work, Annie. That was so touching and tender. You made me shiver at the end. I love your opening paragraph so much. I don’t know what it is about it… but it sets the scene so perfectly. ‘It deserves to be clutched in my arms, and there, next to the fear, just behind where tears start, is where I sit.’ Argh! There goes another heart string. Stunning.
I grow green dry on the sill against the pane outside the garden is wild with wind inside it is still for changing days today two forms move against the naked morning
Nice! A little photosynthetic envy! ♥
Hey, kvennarad. It’s so great to see another one of your contributions this week. I love how although the two forms move together, you specify the naked morning. Great work!
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Ahhh, Ermisenda I LOVE your paragraph!!! It is so sadly beautiful 😦 I absolutely love that image – “sobs wracked our bodies” – such strongs emotions …
Haha, we need Like buttons on comments!
Eliza, WP says your page is no longer available.
Oh that’s probably coz it’s still under the masochisticqueen url. Now the url is http://iwritewhaticannotsay.wordpress.com 🙂
Four pictures
Four moments,
Four oceans
in between us
Run through my mind
as i hold her tightly.
Our love blossemed like spring,
but as spring comes to it’s end
So does our time together.
As I let go, we are connected by tears.
Oh, how I wish i could stay here.
I really like “connected by tears”!
I loved the repetition of the number ‘four’ and how you used it to describe the four oceans between distant lovers. Great work, Otheus. Thanks for contributing this week. The emotion in your poetry speaks to me.
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His love was beginning to taste acrid. It wasn’t fair. It was only three nights this time, which, was two fewer then the last. Where was the logic in it? Why did his relationships always find their ends so soon? He wouldn’t see them while working and none of them had been anywhere close to the end of their hourglass before he got involved. He left his scyth at home when he went to stay the night. Wouldn’t want any accidents. Plus it’s a hard item to explain. Little more serious then a toothbrush.
And inevitably within a few days, that would be that. She would die in her sleep.(perhaps he was sleep-reaping?) Which made for awkward conversation afterward. She’d plead and he’d apologize. Not that it mattered. Job is a job and all that. There would be one final embrace and then it was off with her. Terrible break-ups.
Tragic.
He had really liked this one too.
Ha, well that’s different! “Which made for awkward conversation afterward.” 🙂
Wow. I agree with Annie, it was very different. Great story, Kyllan. I like how authentically “human” (which is brilliantly ironic) the reaper sounded, cynical even. I found this part hilarious “He left his scyth at home when he went to stay the night. Wouldn’t want any accidents. Plus it’s a hard item to explain. Little more serious then a toothbrush.” I love how you interwove tragedy and dark humour together in this piece. Great work! Thanks for contributing this week.
Beautiful contribution of yours Ermisenda! 🙂 sorry for being late but I was on vacation in Malaysia.
The sun had come out, yet we had not slept. The morning welcomed us and urged us to go to work, yet we did not want to let go of each other. We remained in each other’s arms, our naked bodies mingling in the warm rays coming from the window. She traced her finger along my back; I softly kissed her on her neck.
She sighed. “I wish we could stay here, hugging each other like this forever.”
“Me too…”
“But I have to go…”
My eyes opened wide. I was suddenly very much awake. “Please, don’t. Not again. Not this time.”
“But cutie, we can’t… we’re two women in love… And it’s considered wrong here…”
A tear of mine fell on her smooth skin. “But… I love you.”
She faintly smiled. “I love you too…”
And as she said this, her image faded, her body disappeared from my embrace…
And I woke up.
And I cried.
Thank you for the compliment. It’s never too late! 🙂 I hope you had a great vacation in Malaysia. Your contribution this week was so touching. I loved the idea of the two lovers fading. It was a well chosen strong image. Great work.