Writing Prompt
So after logging back into the NaNoWriMo website and scouring the forums, I had posting in response to the Word Prompt challenge on that day.
Oct 10
290 Words / 9 minutes
He knew the emotion happy. Well, what it was supposed to be at least. Eyes gleaming, lines wrinkled at the edges, lips pulled back over straight teeth. A hearty noise that erupted from his chest, convulsions rocked his body. His legs pumped, chasing the tiny bundle of dark curls and orange clothing around the backyard. Her own tiny yelps of cheer egging him on.
He caught her and lifted her high into the air, over his head before wrapping her up tightly, pulling her back to his chest; she did not resist, only chortled and gripped her tiny fists into his shirt. He inhaled the smell of sunshine and grass stains from her looking around the cluttered backyard full of overturned and discarded toys. Looking past it all, he spotted her. Dark sunglasses reflecting the surrounding chaos off their mirrored surface, her loose curls spiraled down her middle back. Her lips were chapped and rough from her persistent gnawing, and her tee shirt clung too tight to the bulge of her stomach, the loose track shorts - which he recognized as his own- were rolled down low, almost exposing her once visible hip bones. Her pale legs stretched out, unpainted toes playing with the grass that was in desperate need of cutting.
She turned her head, and bustled, sitting taller on the picnic table bench, her head lulling slightly to the side, tossing the waves in the sun giving them a red sheen. A small eyebrow poked up above the rim of her sunglasses and a tiny pull at the corner of her mouth brought her lips to meet her cheek.
He exhaled heavy, hot air and felt the feral pull of his lips over his exposed teeth. This was happiness.
Oct 10
290 Words / 9 minutes
He knew the emotion happy. Well, what it was supposed to be at least. Eyes gleaming, lines wrinkled at the edges, lips pulled back over straight teeth. A hearty noise that erupted from his chest, convulsions rocked his body. His legs pumped, chasing the tiny bundle of dark curls and orange clothing around the backyard. Her own tiny yelps of cheer egging him on.
He caught her and lifted her high into the air, over his head before wrapping her up tightly, pulling her back to his chest; she did not resist, only chortled and gripped her tiny fists into his shirt. He inhaled the smell of sunshine and grass stains from her looking around the cluttered backyard full of overturned and discarded toys. Looking past it all, he spotted her. Dark sunglasses reflecting the surrounding chaos off their mirrored surface, her loose curls spiraled down her middle back. Her lips were chapped and rough from her persistent gnawing, and her tee shirt clung too tight to the bulge of her stomach, the loose track shorts - which he recognized as his own- were rolled down low, almost exposing her once visible hip bones. Her pale legs stretched out, unpainted toes playing with the grass that was in desperate need of cutting.
She turned her head, and bustled, sitting taller on the picnic table bench, her head lulling slightly to the side, tossing the waves in the sun giving them a red sheen. A small eyebrow poked up above the rim of her sunglasses and a tiny pull at the corner of her mouth brought her lips to meet her cheek.
He exhaled heavy, hot air and felt the feral pull of his lips over his exposed teeth. This was happiness.