Salacious Escapade

Here is my entry for this week's 100 Word Challenge which comes to us this week from AuroraLee. The word this week is GAME (which doesn't appear anywhere in my post this week). Enjoy!

That crisp November evening, they sat facing each other in a stark cement room. The sounds of silky black waves could be heard crashing against the wooden pier from inside the storage space. His hand felt inconceivably heavy as he raised it before his eyes. She stared breathlessly, her ears throbbing perversely with each click of the spinning cylinder. Their eyes met in the last moments before their act of collusion. His finger quickly slipped through the guard, finally resting sensually on the trigger. He placed the cool, metallic muzzle to his supple temple and was electrified as he squeezed.

As Perfection Crumbles

It is time once again for the100 Word Challenge. Usually this delightful challenge is hosted by the wonderful Velvet Verbosity but, alas, she needs a little break to recover from life so this week, we have a  guest host, Purple Moose, who is fearlessly taking over. The word for this week, as chosen by PM, is PERFECTIONISM which, luckily for me (and probably many of the other 100 Words contributors) can be shortened to any form of the word. So, my offering is below, I hope you all enjoy =)

The only sound for miles was that of the tenuous wind blowing through the overgrown meadow. Condensation trickled down a glass, providing only moments of cold before the sweltering calidity consumed it. The oppressive heat of the summer strangled the life out of everything it touched. Even still, a chill surged down her spine, causing her to shudder. The cold swelled, flooding her body with sinister worries ensnaring her mind, shrouding her in dread. She could feel something primal furiously gnashing its teeth and burrowing through her stomach. She took a breath trying to quiet the tumultuous reticence of sadness.

Knocking Down Sandcastles

Wanting to get a little more creative, I stumbled across indieink.org awhile back and decided I wanted to try to get involved. Of course, I haven’t signed up for a contest yet (the deadline to sign up for next week’s is tomorrow night but I may wait another week) but I’m still giving it a shot, so to speak. I picked a random prompt off the week in review post and will let the creative juices flow.

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Perfection.

Every groove was thoughtfully sculpted, every grain of sand is in its ideal location, everything about the sandcastle is sublime. It took us forever to make it this way, seemed like years to craft something so excellent.

I settled back onto my beach towel, feeling the warmth of the sand radiating from underneath the threadbare cloth, and watched the waves crash onto the shore.

Thank goodness we had the forethought to place our castle out of harms way. I remember your exact words about it.

“Back here, there’s no way the salty foam can touch it. We have nothing to worry about.”

I lifted my sunglasses and looked from you, to the sandcastle, back to you, and smiled. I felt a warmth of bliss flow over me.

You smiled back.

In that moment I saw something–just a glint of something in your eyes. I couldn’t place my finger on it at the time.

You sat up and, with all your might, smashed your fist through our perfect sandcastle. And just like that, the warm bliss I felt before ebbed away.

I scanned the rest of the beach and identified the scattered remains of our other attempts.

I watched you walk away. You showed no remorse and you never looked back.

Bar Scene

My entry for this week's 100 Word Challenge (link and linky list to come soon). This week's word is COMPLIMENTS. I hope you enjoy.

He zeroed in on her, and took five long strides to where she stood. He leaned in next to her on the bar, signaling the bartender to bring two drinks. “Hell-ooo beautiful.”

“Ugh, it’s you. Get lost.”

“How’s about I get lost between your thighs?”

“Oh yeah, sounds great. My place or yours, baby?” She rolled her eyes and turned her back to him.

“Come on baby, I’m just trying to do us a favor. You and me…you can’t deny it would be great”

“Go screw yourself.”

“It just wouldn’t be as good,” he chuckled, “Hostility, it compliments you well.”

Uninspired

This is my entry for this week's 100 Word Challenge.
It's definitely not my best. In fact, I don't really even like it. It started off as something completely different and as I tried to refine it got more and more muddled and fractured. But I guess, given the theme, the style serves a purpose.
The word for the week is UNCONSCIOUS. It's actually super important that I state that this week since my post doesn't use the word and I'm not even sure it alludes to it very well, when I started the piece it did, I promise, I guess it just kind of got lost.

Uninspired—rolling around in a space where nothing leaves an impression.

Void—feeling like a shell that something once called home but is now too cracked and ugly for even a young child to find interesting.

Empty—searching  every corner and finding not just nothing of import, but nothing at all.

 No comfort. No solace. No anguish. No outrage. No passion.

We’ve all struggled with this aimlessness, the stark feelings of insignificance.

I choose a constant stream of flashing visuals and cacophonous sounds to drown it out, but mostly, it falls on deaf ears and blind eyes.

What about you?