Scar
The scar on his eyelid made me want to fuck him. Made me think, he probably has great endurance. "What a coincidence, I'm from Long Island, too..." If he doesn't bite, I'm out of here. I have manicured my desire into this one small package, a spurt of want. My heart is too bleached to care one way or another. We do it or we don't. Makes no matter to me.
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Would not have guessed this was generated by prompt words, Deborah! Desire and ennui, well done.
Bleached, indeed. *
Very succssful story.
Especially - "My heart is too bleached to care one way or another."
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Thanks for the feedback folks! I like this process of unearthing raw material.
Yes. Focused, succinct, experimental but not so much that it loses its visceral quality.*
Thanks Amanda!!
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Nicely done. Short and effective. *
Holy shit! This is tight and great.
"I have manicured my desire into this one small package, a small spurt of want. My heart is too bleached to care one way or another."
This is the part that's really really sticking with me. A bleached heart - what a beautiful figurative language!