Drabble with artwork
My writing class is continuing to encourage me to write. On Tuesday, when I came home, I just sat for an hour or so playing freecell and actively indulged my pleasure from the reactions of all in the class to my latest offering, when it was my turn to read.
I finally revealed that Gerard's beloved was Michel and not Michelle - obviously I only got away with it for so long because we read our pieces out loud. The spelling would have given it away immediately, otherwise. As it was, Maddy was convinced that I had used the pronoun 'she', last week and sulked entertainingly for a minute cos she'd been hoodwinked *g*.
Matthew stressed how compelling he found Gerard - and Bryony, our tutor, picked out several phrases that she found especially admirable and expressed her pleasure in the unexpected extra layer of Gerard as revealed by the surprise of his sexuality. The other week she had said how they, as an audience, were made to feel safe in my hands, regardless of where I took them. That one was a bit of a humdinger - I still grin when I remember that compliment!
All in all, the revelation went well and didn't disappoint me. The others were suitably wrong-footed and enjoyed the misdirection. It didn't happen how and when I'd expected but, then, it was only half way through the exercise that I realised that the character I was describing was actually Michel!
Anyway, back to now. The following is in response to Riley's being nekid_spike's nekid-guest, this month. Remember when Riley challenged Spike in his mausoleum and found out that he wasn't hard enough? Well, guess who was and who was able to tempt him to the dark side?
Artwork warning: nudity, bare bum and implications of sexual activity.
GOOD INTENTIONS
He had come to kill. Wipe out the cause of the misery, you wipe out the misery caused.
Then he found, despite his training, he could not kill in cold blood. Despite all his promises, he had allowed himself to be drawn into conversation, a dangerous, stupid thing to do when it's with someone who understands what you feel, what you crave.
A bottle of whiskey later, somehow he's facing a soft bed draped with white linen, filmy curtains soften the harsh subterranean walls, and he's about to indulge in the other thing he promised himself he'd never do.
I finally revealed that Gerard's beloved was Michel and not Michelle - obviously I only got away with it for so long because we read our pieces out loud. The spelling would have given it away immediately, otherwise. As it was, Maddy was convinced that I had used the pronoun 'she', last week and sulked entertainingly for a minute cos she'd been hoodwinked *g*.
Matthew stressed how compelling he found Gerard - and Bryony, our tutor, picked out several phrases that she found especially admirable and expressed her pleasure in the unexpected extra layer of Gerard as revealed by the surprise of his sexuality. The other week she had said how they, as an audience, were made to feel safe in my hands, regardless of where I took them. That one was a bit of a humdinger - I still grin when I remember that compliment!
All in all, the revelation went well and didn't disappoint me. The others were suitably wrong-footed and enjoyed the misdirection. It didn't happen how and when I'd expected but, then, it was only half way through the exercise that I realised that the character I was describing was actually Michel!
Anyway, back to now. The following is in response to Riley's being nekid_spike's nekid-guest, this month. Remember when Riley challenged Spike in his mausoleum and found out that he wasn't hard enough? Well, guess who was and who was able to tempt him to the dark side?
Artwork warning: nudity, bare bum and implications of sexual activity.
GOOD INTENTIONS
He had come to kill. Wipe out the cause of the misery, you wipe out the misery caused.
Then he found, despite his training, he could not kill in cold blood. Despite all his promises, he had allowed himself to be drawn into conversation, a dangerous, stupid thing to do when it's with someone who understands what you feel, what you crave.
A bottle of whiskey later, somehow he's facing a soft bed draped with white linen, filmy curtains soften the harsh subterranean walls, and he's about to indulge in the other thing he promised himself he'd never do.