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Write a sentence at least 50 words long, but try to make it not sound like a run on! This is really hard, but doable.
His lips, his eyes, the way his hair falls on his forehead, the way his lashes land on his cheek as he presses his lips to mine - every moment with Christopher sends electricity shooting up my spine, his hands on my back acting as the conductors for the shock, for the violent jolt riding vessels to my brain. (58 words)
Something tells me it’s going to be hard to NOT write about Chris for a bit
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Prompt: Write a scene in which someone is doing an outdoor household chore (watering plants, mowing the lawn, weeding). Use their action as a segue into showing what’s on their mind.
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When I look back on that night all I can think of is the snow. The way we walked to your car, orange industrial lights reflecting off the rapidly accumulating drifts, snowflakes swirling all around us and that look on your face after you kissed me. It was bitterly cold but it didn’t matter. Everywhere else there were people stranded, lines down, cars sliding into each other on the icy street, but for me there was only the quiet, the orange light, the nearness of you.
Now the evenings are tinted bluish by a wide expanse of not-quite-dark summer sky and the air swirls around me like a warm bath as I walk through the neighborhood, alone and barefoot. These days - these long, balmy summer days - it is her who walks to your car with you, who giggles as you kiss her, who texts you late into the night. How much happens in four months? Four months and you’ve changed as much as the weather.
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Emily ∙ 19 ∙ Bi ∙ Single
Jamaica originally;
DC usually;
Ohio currently;
New Orleans eventually
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