Okay, so it has absolutely nothing to do with my sentences. But it's still an awesome Italian last name. And I'm not making it up.
I'm also still looking for suggestions on themes. Any suggestion will be taken into consideration!
May 8
Decision is everything.
(I would like to thank Strumpet for this sentence, since she originally wrote it. But she gave me permission to use it.)
May 9
Follow through on threats and promises or else they become nothing more than empty words.
May 10
If the eyes are the window to the soul, are the blind soulless?
May 11
In the end, what is life but passion?
May 12
Jupiter loomed above us, filling the view of every window in our ship.
May 13
It was black and cold and lonely in the escape pod as it hurtled through space toward the unnamed planet.
May 14
He woke up to the sound of screeching, momentarily disoriented by the strident noise.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Wednesday
I know what you're all thinking. It's Wednesday! That means it is time for a continuation of Aoede. Well, normally that would be true. But this week I'm taking a break from Aoede. The other two segments change from week to week. I've been pretty good in keeping Aoede going, but I think I need just a bit of time to step back and examine where I've been and where I'm going with the story. So instead, I give you a short, standalone piece.
~*~*~*~*~
The smells of summer drift in the air around me. They swirl in the thermals created by the warm earth. Here I detect a hint of lavender. There, the heady scent of roses in full bloom. I can even smell fresh-cut grass. Tilting my head back, I feel the warmth of the sun beat against my face. It feels wonderful.
I let myself fall onto my back in the grass. A new pocket of scents rises around my prone body. Smiling, I dig my fingers into the sun-warmed grass. This is so luxurious. I could almost fall asleep. I hear another body fall beside me, so I slit my eyes open and look. Through a haze of blue I see my lover next to me. He reaches out to caress my cheek. I roll over and rest my head on his shoulder. A new scent joins the ones of summer. The scent of his skin and cologne are a heady addition to an already potent potpourri. My hand plays in the grass at his side, his resting as the small of my back.
He whispers a sweet nothing in my ear, making my giggle. I poke his side and he squirms. He's ticklish. I attack his side until he pushes against my shoulder and rolls me onto my back. As he leans over me, he looks into my eyes and his smile reminds me of a little boy. He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. My forehead. My lips. His kisses are so sweet they steal the very breath from my lungs.
He pulls away and lies down beside me, burying his face in the curve of my neck. He sighed against my neck, seemingly content. I took up at the sky, a deep and cloudless blue. How I'd love to come back here at sunset. To watch the sky fade from light to dark in a blaze of glory. Maybe someday I'll return and watch the sunset.
I feel a certain lassitude take me over. I just want to stay here forever. To have him wrapped around me, pressed against me. Sleep tugs at the back of my mind. He shifts, but it's a sleepy shift. Wrapping my arms around him, I let go and surrender myself to a content and peaceful rest.
~*~*~*~*~
The smells of summer drift in the air around me. They swirl in the thermals created by the warm earth. Here I detect a hint of lavender. There, the heady scent of roses in full bloom. I can even smell fresh-cut grass. Tilting my head back, I feel the warmth of the sun beat against my face. It feels wonderful.
I let myself fall onto my back in the grass. A new pocket of scents rises around my prone body. Smiling, I dig my fingers into the sun-warmed grass. This is so luxurious. I could almost fall asleep. I hear another body fall beside me, so I slit my eyes open and look. Through a haze of blue I see my lover next to me. He reaches out to caress my cheek. I roll over and rest my head on his shoulder. A new scent joins the ones of summer. The scent of his skin and cologne are a heady addition to an already potent potpourri. My hand plays in the grass at his side, his resting as the small of my back.
He whispers a sweet nothing in my ear, making my giggle. I poke his side and he squirms. He's ticklish. I attack his side until he pushes against my shoulder and rolls me onto my back. As he leans over me, he looks into my eyes and his smile reminds me of a little boy. He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. My forehead. My lips. His kisses are so sweet they steal the very breath from my lungs.
He pulls away and lies down beside me, burying his face in the curve of my neck. He sighed against my neck, seemingly content. I took up at the sky, a deep and cloudless blue. How I'd love to come back here at sunset. To watch the sky fade from light to dark in a blaze of glory. Maybe someday I'll return and watch the sunset.
I feel a certain lassitude take me over. I just want to stay here forever. To have him wrapped around me, pressed against me. Sleep tugs at the back of my mind. He shifts, but it's a sleepy shift. Wrapping my arms around him, I let go and surrender myself to a content and peaceful rest.
Monday, May 10, 2010
It wasn't me!
People
Humanity, the great tamer
And really, who can blame her
She reshapes the earth
The lands of her birth
But with a responsible disclaimer
Okay, not sure that last line really works. But I thought of the first two lines at lunch today and just had to run with it. So there you have my limerick.
Apparently May 2 was the major winner from Friday. So I give you... "Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought."
They were the proverbial black sheep, the red-headed step children, the outcasts. Twins, the eldest, and the least favorite of their parents. The last will they had seen had left them with next to no inheritance. So the brothers put their heads together. How could they cheat their precious, perfect, favorite younger sister out of everything she was being willed? Murder wasn't an option. But ingratiating themselves to their parents? That was just as under-handed, and every so much more satisfying. Especially if they did it under the noses of everyone else. And as they were about to put their plan into action, before even a glimmer of success, news that would speed up their plans. Their mother had cancer. Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
And for my dear friend Calz: "The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench."
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench. It was like someone mixed rotting eggs with formaldehyde, blended them with an unwashed jock strap, and rolled the mess in a compost heap. And that was just the first gag-inducing wave. I detected hints of other hideous smells which I couldn't even begin to describe. After a few moments, it was so overwhelming that I stumbled out the door and deposited the contents of my lunch on the driveway. Taking deep breaths of the relatively clean air outside (god it was pervasive!), I steeled myself to go back in. But there was no way in hell I was looking forward to it.
Humanity, the great tamer
And really, who can blame her
She reshapes the earth
The lands of her birth
But with a responsible disclaimer
Okay, not sure that last line really works. But I thought of the first two lines at lunch today and just had to run with it. So there you have my limerick.
Apparently May 2 was the major winner from Friday. So I give you... "Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought."
They were the proverbial black sheep, the red-headed step children, the outcasts. Twins, the eldest, and the least favorite of their parents. The last will they had seen had left them with next to no inheritance. So the brothers put their heads together. How could they cheat their precious, perfect, favorite younger sister out of everything she was being willed? Murder wasn't an option. But ingratiating themselves to their parents? That was just as under-handed, and every so much more satisfying. Especially if they did it under the noses of everyone else. And as they were about to put their plan into action, before even a glimmer of success, news that would speed up their plans. Their mother had cancer. Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
And for my dear friend Calz: "The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench."
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench. It was like someone mixed rotting eggs with formaldehyde, blended them with an unwashed jock strap, and rolled the mess in a compost heap. And that was just the first gag-inducing wave. I detected hints of other hideous smells which I couldn't even begin to describe. After a few moments, it was so overwhelming that I stumbled out the door and deposited the contents of my lunch on the driveway. Taking deep breaths of the relatively clean air outside (god it was pervasive!), I steeled myself to go back in. But there was no way in hell I was looking forward to it.
Friday, May 7, 2010
The Weekender
I'm thinking of doing other themes for my sentence weeks. I was wondering what everyone thought of it? Yay, nay, meh? I require feedback.
May 1
On and on she cried about how her life was so great and why didn't he just propose already?
May 2
Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
May 3
When he saw something sparkle, it was like he magically developed ADD.
May 4
Marco the Cat had a mild obsession with running into poles and we feared for his little kitty brain.
May 5
Despite all the modern technology with which I surround myself, I have found that records are still my favorite way to listen to music.
May 6
I smiled down at my 8-month old daughter as I bathed her, listening to her coo happily.
May 7
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench.
May 1
On and on she cried about how her life was so great and why didn't he just propose already?
May 2
Perhaps it would take less manipulation than they had originally thought.
May 3
When he saw something sparkle, it was like he magically developed ADD.
May 4
Marco the Cat had a mild obsession with running into poles and we feared for his little kitty brain.
May 5
Despite all the modern technology with which I surround myself, I have found that records are still my favorite way to listen to music.
May 6
I smiled down at my 8-month old daughter as I bathed her, listening to her coo happily.
May 7
The room smelled so foul that I immediately lost interest in finding out what could produce such an almighty stench.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Aoede
So, I was re-reading my post from last Wednesday, just to get a recap of where I am in the story. And I was thinking about what Rhea looks like. Since Calz doesn't seem to like her very much right now, I think the description I have will be fairly appropriate. :)
~*~*~
"You like it? I mean, like I said, it's nothing special."
"Nonsense! It means something to you, that automatically makes it something special. And whether or not OTHER people agree with you is a moot point. Now," she said leaning back, "let's talk about where you can go with it. It's full of a lot of metaphors right now, some of which will probably need to be clarified or expanded. And the wind/rain motif may clash a bit with this renewing fire thing you have going on in the start of the second verse. You'll definitely have to make sure it flows." Rhea opened her mouth to say something else, but was cut off by Jane.
"Whoa, whoa! Slow down. I can only write so fast. They're good suggestions, but things I've already thought of. In fact, I've been thinking about it pretty much constantly since I started writing it."
Rhea nodded, playing with the witches streak in her mousy brown hair. The crows feet at the corner of her eyes crinkled as she squinted her chocolate-colored eyes slightly. With a purse of her lips, she picked up a pen from the table and tapped it against the papers in her other hand. "Alright. What's the overall theme of the piece? I can help you more if I know specifics."
"If I had to pin it to anything, it would probably be a reawakening of passion. For me, specifically, the passion to write and compose. But I want it to be general enough that other people can relate to it." Rhea nodded, still tapping the pen against the paper.
~*~*~
"You like it? I mean, like I said, it's nothing special."
"Nonsense! It means something to you, that automatically makes it something special. And whether or not OTHER people agree with you is a moot point. Now," she said leaning back, "let's talk about where you can go with it. It's full of a lot of metaphors right now, some of which will probably need to be clarified or expanded. And the wind/rain motif may clash a bit with this renewing fire thing you have going on in the start of the second verse. You'll definitely have to make sure it flows." Rhea opened her mouth to say something else, but was cut off by Jane.
"Whoa, whoa! Slow down. I can only write so fast. They're good suggestions, but things I've already thought of. In fact, I've been thinking about it pretty much constantly since I started writing it."
Rhea nodded, playing with the witches streak in her mousy brown hair. The crows feet at the corner of her eyes crinkled as she squinted her chocolate-colored eyes slightly. With a purse of her lips, she picked up a pen from the table and tapped it against the papers in her other hand. "Alright. What's the overall theme of the piece? I can help you more if I know specifics."
"If I had to pin it to anything, it would probably be a reawakening of passion. For me, specifically, the passion to write and compose. But I want it to be general enough that other people can relate to it." Rhea nodded, still tapping the pen against the paper.
Monday, May 3, 2010
A case of the Mondays?
Not me! Went into work today with only 9k tests to score and left 7 hours later. It was a good day. And such a day calls for a short haiku to commemorate it.
Success
Success is sweeter
For having been shared with my
Fellow sufferers
Now, I only got two comments from you guys, but the sentence of choice was unanimous.
I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk.
I have a taste for sabotage. Not for others, no, just myself. It's my romantic interests I break. You see... I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk. I have steeped myself in delicious sin, embracing the night life. It's a world of pleasure and pain, lust, indulgence, and satisfaction. And I'm no-one's whore but my own. I selfishly pursue my own desires, however dark they may seem to others. Most night, I surrender to those base desires. I recline in my bed of silk and skin and sin, and welcome it all with a sultry smile.
Success
Success is sweeter
For having been shared with my
Fellow sufferers
Now, I only got two comments from you guys, but the sentence of choice was unanimous.
I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk.
I have a taste for sabotage. Not for others, no, just myself. It's my romantic interests I break. You see... I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk. I have steeped myself in delicious sin, embracing the night life. It's a world of pleasure and pain, lust, indulgence, and satisfaction. And I'm no-one's whore but my own. I selfishly pursue my own desires, however dark they may seem to others. Most night, I surrender to those base desires. I recline in my bed of silk and skin and sin, and welcome it all with a sultry smile.
Friday, April 30, 2010
It's Friday and that can only mean one thing!
That's right! It's a day for SENTENCES! For this week, I'm adding yet another twist to my work. Not only did I write sentences, I based them all on songs. It was fun listening to my mp3 player and being inspired by random songs. I'll link them so you all can listen to them.
-disclaimer: some of the song snippets are taken out of context.
April 24
If Emilie Autumn is to be believed and dead is the new alive, then I've been living it up for years.
(Emilie Autumn - Dead is the New Alive)
April 25
I took a stroll along the bank of the languid river of dreams.
(Billy Joel - River of Dreams)
April 26
Dad, I hate to admit it, but the one you warned me all about... you were right.
(Madonna - Papa Don't Preach)
April 27
Some call it being caught in a bad romance, I call it intrigue.
(Lady Gaga - Bad Romance)
April 28
If you think that misery will break you, it probably will.
(Yasmeen - Gone)
April 29
It was only a matter of time before the silver-plated hero took a nosedive off the pedestal of grace.
(Alan Parsons Project - Dancing on a High Wire)
April 30
I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk.
(Moody Blues - Nights in White Satin)
You know the rules! Vote for a sentence and I'll expand.
-disclaimer: some of the song snippets are taken out of context.
April 24
If Emilie Autumn is to be believed and dead is the new alive, then I've been living it up for years.
(Emilie Autumn - Dead is the New Alive)
April 25
I took a stroll along the bank of the languid river of dreams.
(Billy Joel - River of Dreams)
April 26
Dad, I hate to admit it, but the one you warned me all about... you were right.
(Madonna - Papa Don't Preach)
April 27
Some call it being caught in a bad romance, I call it intrigue.
(Lady Gaga - Bad Romance)
April 28
If you think that misery will break you, it probably will.
(Yasmeen - Gone)
April 29
It was only a matter of time before the silver-plated hero took a nosedive off the pedestal of grace.
(Alan Parsons Project - Dancing on a High Wire)
April 30
I dream of nights in white satin, but end up in black and red silk.
(Moody Blues - Nights in White Satin)
You know the rules! Vote for a sentence and I'll expand.
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