Bite After Bite

This post, as all of my posts, is in response to the wonderful Velvet Verbosity, keeper of the 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt is STARVED.

Two tall tapers on the table and several pillar candles around the room provide soft lighting. You pull out my chair and I take my seat, wearing my finest dress—the one you tell me you like so much because it accentuates my figure. You take your seat across from me, we’re close but too far to touch. I pull the fork toward me and blow, watching the steam curl away from me. Your lips start to move but I can’t hear anything you’re saying. I take bite after bite, shoveling in your lies, so why am I still starving?

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I read over this quickly this morning and realized I had left out a word which would have put me over the 100 word limit, if added back in so I had to fix things a bit-no content changes or anything, just making it fall within the rules.

Chasms

This post is in response to this week's 100 Word Challenge, the word of the week is, if you couldn't guess by the title of this post, CHASM.

*side note: Sadly, after sitting and staring at the computer screen for about 25 minutes, I decided to give up on coming up with a witty title.

Lit by the soft glow of the moon, I could just make out the crevices on the surface of the well-shadowed visage and the dark feet of the crow ahead. How peculiar, that with each step closer the crevices became rifts, and rifts fissures, and with that final step, deep chasms. With a blink of my eye, they were gone. As I stood looking ahead, I saw the meaning, these were not chasms to fear, yet marks of a good life.

She smiled again and the smooth skin crinkled around her eyes, giving her a luminescence the moon herself envied.

Trip Down Memory Lane

In an attempt to be more...something, I've decided to do my best to participate each week in the 100 Word Challenge. The word for this week is FORGETTING.

Let’s take a trip. We’ll begin by roving over each membranous fold and every cortical crease.

To your left you’ll see a crate containing memories of a birthday, to your right, graduation, and a first date is straight ahead.

But let’s go deeper--let’s delve into the darkest depths of the mind, explore every dank corner and push past the misty cobwebs dwelling there. We’ll dive past delectable morsels of self-deception. Here, we’ll find the memories driven into hiding.

Haphazardly shoved into the boundless shadows, their once gleaming labels scoured beyond recognition—jealousy, heartbreak, cheating, abuse.

Repressing but never forgetting.

The Ones We Choose

This post is in response to this weeks Velvet Verbosity's 100 Words prompt which is "family."

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

 7 o’clock.

“Grrrmfphl.”

I roll out of bed and walk downstairs, eyes closed, following the sound of the sputtering coffee maker. The combination of my foot hitting the cold hardwood floor and the smell of the coffee rousts me slightly.

I enter the kitchen to see him standing there, grabbing the creamer out of the fridge and two cups from the cupboard.

I sneak up behind him throwing my arms around his waist, giggling, kissing his neck.

“Well good morning beautiful.”

 He turns around and drops to his knees, and kisses my stomach—and our burgeoning family.