Writing for the sake of writing
I've been pushing myself over and over again to get going on this novel idea and it hasn't been working. If anything it has burnt me out to the whole idea. I am itching to write so I thought it might help to create a short story.
I felt the people pulling at my limbs, my arms and legs moving in opposite directions. I did not recognize their faces, only the hate that emanated from them. And yet the tears would not well up in me, the moisture was held too deep within.
I tried to scream, but the words would not form on my lips, my tongue was frozen.
A woman walked up to me and grasped my head. She coddled me. I tried to kiss her but she held herself firm, refusing the touch of my lips, yet her eyes were on me, light blue, almost violet in color, with waves of fire red and an almost creamy pink curling around dilated pupils.
"Hold firm," was all she said. I could feel her words take hold, encouraging my mind to escape from animal instinct.
I trembled as her right hand traced circles around my face, pausing on my lips, pursuing further down to my chest, pain and sexual tension warping into one force.
"Shhh. . ." She said, causing my tension to relax, my physical and mental anguish to numb.
As she traced circles around my chest I felt a trembling excitement, a strange curiosity that went beyond fear.
I looked up at her, an urgent need to express my unspoken thoughts. There was no need, she shook her head.
I felt myself relax. I tolerated the warmth of her touch like a small child, all sharp intelligence drawn out of me, all base fears forgotten. And as she lulled me to sleep and the life washed out of me I knew I was home again and asleep in my bed.
I felt the people pulling at my limbs, my arms and legs moving in opposite directions. I did not recognize their faces, only the hate that emanated from them. And yet the tears would not well up in me, the moisture was held too deep within.
I tried to scream, but the words would not form on my lips, my tongue was frozen.
A woman walked up to me and grasped my head. She coddled me. I tried to kiss her but she held herself firm, refusing the touch of my lips, yet her eyes were on me, light blue, almost violet in color, with waves of fire red and an almost creamy pink curling around dilated pupils.
"Hold firm," was all she said. I could feel her words take hold, encouraging my mind to escape from animal instinct.
I trembled as her right hand traced circles around my face, pausing on my lips, pursuing further down to my chest, pain and sexual tension warping into one force.
"Shhh. . ." She said, causing my tension to relax, my physical and mental anguish to numb.
As she traced circles around my chest I felt a trembling excitement, a strange curiosity that went beyond fear.
I looked up at her, an urgent need to express my unspoken thoughts. There was no need, she shook her head.
I felt myself relax. I tolerated the warmth of her touch like a small child, all sharp intelligence drawn out of me, all base fears forgotten. And as she lulled me to sleep and the life washed out of me I knew I was home again and asleep in my bed.