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The Bettermost Drabblefest: Please Join In!
Brokeback_Dev:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 02, 2007, 10:59:02 am ---Dev,
Thanks for joining in! This is great. Just to clarify, you don't have to use all three prompts (or even the exact words, see my post to Chrissi) but I have to say, I think you did a great job working them into this drabble. Nice work!
Leslie
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Thanks for the coax Leslie. And thanks for the clarification...
--- Quote from: Scott6373 on February 02, 2007, 11:08:16 am ---Jack swallowed down the last of the whiskey in his glass. He was drunk. He was mad. He was feeling the need for Ennis inside of him. Damn, he thought. If he had known sooner that Lureen was going away for the weekend with Bobby, he could have tried to get together with Ennis. Not enough time; never enough.
He stood, and swayed in place a little, the whiskey doing it’s best to send him down. He maneuvered his way, barefooted and shirtless into the bedroom. Lureen had left in such a hurry, that the clothes she wore to work lay on the floor at the foot of the bed. He sat, bent over and picked up the blouse, rubbing it against his bare chest. Sure felt better than denim he thought. He regarded Lureen’s shoe lying by his foot: Pointed toe, high heel pumps. How could she wear those he though. He let his toe catch the shoe. He slipped his man’s foot inside the tiny shoe. He turned his foot back and forth in admiration of the look he achieved.
“Jesus Christ…I’m really queer.”
186 words
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LOL you're too funny Scott !
mariez:
Cant' tell you how much I am loving this thread! Now I know why I don't write fiction - I am humbled and amazed at the imagination and creativity of these drabbles!
--- Quote from: Beatrice on February 02, 2007, 08:07:53 am ---
Breakfast would be starting a little late today.
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As always, love your writing style, B! You can really pack a punch in 100 words!
--- Quote from: Penthesilea on February 02, 2007, 09:35:19 am ---"No fire" -
Aguirre said and now he freezes his ass off on the mountain.
Fire -
warm and cozy, with Ennis sitting across him, drinking, sharing his sad story
Fire -
dies down, brings Ennis to him
Fire -
of passion, Ennis's and his
Camp fires -
countless
Fire -
BBQ with Lureen, the fire not half as warm as on a cold mountain
Fire -
adding fuel to the fire of short leashes and coffepot travels
Fire -
in a crematory, finally consuming him whole
Word count 79
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Really loved the way you used the prompt! Very effective - and, wow, I gasped at the end!
--- Quote from: brokeback_dev on February 02, 2007, 10:44:24 am ---Leslie, looks like we go off topic sometimes though I love everything written here on this thread.
I know you said we are to use all three prompts to be included in our drabble. I'm a bit shy with my posts. Here goes;
Jack, disappointed settles for the few times they are together each year as he takes another swing off the bottle before handing it to Ennis. Its gonna be a cold night, but they will keep each other warm.
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Please don't be shy - that was wonderful - loved this last paragraph!
--- Quote from: Scott6373 on February 02, 2007, 11:08:16 am ---
“Jesus Christ…I’m really queer.”
186 words
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ROFLMAO!!! :laugh: - and I really needed that!
Thanks again, everyone! Keep 'em coming!
Marie
Bigheart:
I am really enjoying this thread :) Thanks once again Penthesilea, Beatrice, Dev and Scott for all the wonderful new drabbles :)
MaineWriter:
Lazy L Farm
Quanah, TX
Sometimes late in the evening, usually after Jack had gone to bed, Ennis would pull out some of Hal’s old “physique” magazines. He didn’t find the pictures particularly erotic but it gave him a connection to Hal, thinking of him, sitting in this same living room, looking at the same images that Hal had, many years before.
Ennis pulled one off the shelf, noticing the date was October, 1960. It had a drawing by Tom of Finland on the cover. He had come to recognize Tom’s style…handsome men with stylized hair, broad shoulders, molded asses. “I suppose it’s sorta sexy,” Ennis thought, but really wasn’t convinced.
He turned the page to a picture of a man straddling a motorcycle and saw a piece of paper, tightly folded and tucked in the crease. Puzzled, Ennis pulled it out. It was a letter, written in pencil.
October 17, 1963
Dear Hal,
I’m leaving today. We said our goodbyes last night and I guess that means I won’t be seeing you again, won’t be back next summer. I don’t suppose we’ll talk on the phone, gotta make it a clean break.
But I wanted to tell you something, and I am putting it here because I know you like this picture. Hopefully you’ll see this. It might not be for a few weeks or months but that doesn’t matter. I guess I have all the time in the world now.
I love you, Hal. I’ll always love you, I know that. Til the day I die. I am breaking my own heart because I can’t find the courage to live with you. I’m sorry Hal. You’re a better man than me. You deserve better than me. Maybe you’ll find him.
My heart is yours,
Pete
Ennis refolded the paper and put it back in the magazine. “I ain’t lookin’ at this one again,” he thought, as he headed upstairs to his sleeping lover.
(324 words)
Scott6373:
Damn you Leslie...damn you damn you damn you. Where the hell are the kleenex? :'(
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