This week's FSF prompt was 'Exquisite'. Well, it was Valentine's day a couple of days ago so forgive me for the intimacy!
Izzy lay panting on the bed. The fingers running over her body sent shivers of delight down her spine. He'd already spoiled her with her favourite food earlier in the evening, things just couldn't get much better than this. As the waves of pleasure built up he stopped and whispered one word in her ear: walkies. Izzy jumped off the bed and ran into the hall wagging her tail.....
So what did you think? Comments and opinions welcome below!
Vital
This weeks OSI prompt is 'Vital':
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How often it is
that we mistake what we want
for necessity.
Your comments and opinions are most welcome below!
Possessing Beauty
WoW this week was 'possessing beauty'. I have tried a stream of conciousness piece. I'm not that happy with it but will post it in the spirit of Wow!
We are all collectors and each of us collects the same thing. I'm not talking about trinkets and oddments. I don't mean the art connoisseur's selection of pre-Raphaelite studies, neither do I have in mind the little jar of smooth coloured glass pebbles taken from the beach and placed carefully into an old jam jar to be admired on the sunlit window-sill of the romantic dreamer. No, these things are merely manifestations of the only thing worth collecting; namely, memories.
We each take great care in selecting and shaping half-remembered fragments of our lives. Our memories become, like the whole of history itself, a mixture of truth and myth. Each gossamer skein is re-spun and woven anew each time it is taken out and shared with others. As people become caricatures of themselves, and virtues and vices are exaggerated, slowly the narrative of our life is hammered out and worked like golden filigree.
As the story of our being is wrought by our own hands it becomes our greatest possession. Departed friends and family remain alive in the verdant spaces of our mind and innocent times, long since passed, remain untarnished by the decay that eats at the world around us.
So, may you continue to glean moments from your days and weeks and years and weave them into the great tapestry before you. Share them with others and know that with them you will always be rich.
What do you think? Thoughts and opinions most welcome below!
We are all collectors and each of us collects the same thing. I'm not talking about trinkets and oddments. I don't mean the art connoisseur's selection of pre-Raphaelite studies, neither do I have in mind the little jar of smooth coloured glass pebbles taken from the beach and placed carefully into an old jam jar to be admired on the sunlit window-sill of the romantic dreamer. No, these things are merely manifestations of the only thing worth collecting; namely, memories.
We each take great care in selecting and shaping half-remembered fragments of our lives. Our memories become, like the whole of history itself, a mixture of truth and myth. Each gossamer skein is re-spun and woven anew each time it is taken out and shared with others. As people become caricatures of themselves, and virtues and vices are exaggerated, slowly the narrative of our life is hammered out and worked like golden filigree.
As the story of our being is wrought by our own hands it becomes our greatest possession. Departed friends and family remain alive in the verdant spaces of our mind and innocent times, long since passed, remain untarnished by the decay that eats at the world around us.
So, may you continue to glean moments from your days and weeks and years and weave them into the great tapestry before you. Share them with others and know that with them you will always be rich.
What do you think? Thoughts and opinions most welcome below!
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