Like Sunshine

The taste of his lips made her think of sunshine, the way it gently warmed her evoking a smile. The pleasure if it was new, his kiss, she’d never been kissed before, and yet this felt right.

He was right.

The wait for this moment, the diligent guarding of her heart had led her to feel like a lone soldier keeping vigil over the sacred, and this was sacred, the melodic play of his lips with hers.

The sense of blooming in her soul, called forth by such intimate waters, was meant to flourish into a garden where more life would grow. And it would grow with sweetness and hope.

And it all began with a precious kiss.

THE BEGINNING

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

 

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Like Licorice: Micro Fiction #Monday’sMuse #AmWriting #Romance

He kissed her. Her mouth tasted like licorice, the cherry kind. It was far more tolerable than the black. The kiss was beyond tolerable.

That was the part that scared him the most.

Trying to pause the moment, he held on to her fingers and refused to let them go. It wasn’t as if she were trying to free herself. That would have made an already delicious and yet seemingly awkward moment far worse.

She was like a sister to him! They hadn’t quite grown up together being separated by a mere four years. But they had spent a lot of time together since he was friends with her older sister.

He blew out a breath and thanked the Lord he’d never dated either of them. Jules was still in the sister-friend zone, but Laney . . .

He loosened his grip on her fingers but still kept her in lingering touch. He studied her face, watched as her dark lashes fanned across the curves of her upper cheeks.

He wondered what she was thinking. He wished he could read her mind.

He wanted to kiss her again. He smiled when she looked him in the eye and kissed him the second time.

THE END

*These are my results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt May 29th, 2017. 

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: May 29th 2017 #Monday’sMuse #AmWriting #CreativeWriting

OPENING LINE (S): “He kissed her. Her mouth tasted like licorice, the cherry kind. It was far more tolerable than the black. The kiss was beyond tolerable.”

RULES: 

  • Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or a line of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within up to 20 minutes.
  • Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add a link in the comments section of THIS POST to your story for others to read, as well as a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag “Monday’s Muse.”
  • To get the Above Image follow this LINK

If you do not have a blog of your own, leave me a comment and send me an email to icameforthesoup@gmail.com and I will post your lovely words here on my blog.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS SITE WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted by Friday.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Warmth in Winter: Micro Fiction

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Warmth in Winter: Micro Fiction

The heat of his hands upon the small of her back warmed through her dress sending a delighted shiver through her middle.

His warmth, the perfect contrast to the chilly winter day.

Her arms, that had once been wrapped around his neck in a slow dance now rested lazily, expectantly, just beneath his collar, hypnotized by the steady acceleration of his beating heart.

With bright eyes, glistening from the strings of white twinkle lights that shone round them, he looked upon her face, studied her lips until his lids slid to half mast.

And then with the gentle, and slow move of his finger beneath her chin, he coaxed her lips into a kiss with a heat that told that summer would come again.

THE END

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

On a Wing & a Prayer: Flash Fiction Results for Monday’s Muse July 25th 2016

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On a Wing & a Prayer: Flash Fiction

Had things gotten so bad that she was actually considering kissing a frog? 

Yes, they absolutely had and there was no turning back now. She’d already considered all of her options…which proved to be slim to none and yet time was definitely running out.

Desperate times had called for such desperate measures that she had even gone as far as to perch herself right on the slimy nose of a frog ready to plant her very first kiss.

By the look in his bulbous eyes, he was probably thinking she was nothing more than dinner. She had to make this quick.

The reality was, she was enjoying her sabbatical. Life as a flighty winged creature was far easier than being who she really was; scullery maid number 339. She didn’t even have a name.

Well, she had a name, Aldover Gilacutty…Aldover, that was how it ended up being pronounced later on. Really what she was named was ‘All over’ because that is what her father said when she was born, “Dear Lord, my life is all over!

Why? Because she had been born the eleventh girl to a lowly cobbler who needed a strong strapping son to take up the family business, not another girl to wear his work before he made a single cent from sales.

Life could be cruel sometimes.

Short on his tax payment, her father sold Aldover  to the palace where she became scullery maid 339. Basically, she was a drab shadow that no one ever noticed. It stood to reason no one noticed her. Her father had sold her without a second thought, and her sisters had forgotten who she was.

Aldover simply wanted more out of life, even if life as an insect would be shorter than that of a human, thus she kind of stole a potion and turned herself into a butterfly…really she was more of a fancy moth compared to other butterflies but she was enjoying her new life.

But with all potions, there was that darned time limit and hers was drawing to a head. Good thing she’d learned to read fine print. It was common knowledge that a kiss could transform you back into a human, but that was when another human offered you, the morphed creature, a smooch.

Aldover figured if she kissed another creator as the morphed being then perhaps she would stay the same while they became human in her place. Dancing on the frogs nose, it was now or never, test her hypothesis or end it all by becoming a quick snack.

Tipping her nose down and letting out a breath she planted a kiss that she hoped and prayed would change everything.

TO BE CONTINUED…

* I hope you enjoyed the start of this. I know I did. There is nothing quite as satisfying than writing an easy story that makes your heart smile. And, yes, I will be writing more. I can’t leave Aldover hanging on a wing and a prayer. These are my results for MONDAY’S MUSE JULY 25th 2016. To see the rules and give the writing prompt a try yourself, you can do so by clicking HERE.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: July 25th 2016

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OPENING LINE (S): “Had things gotten so bad that she was actually considering kissing a frog?”

RULES: 

  • Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or a line of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within up to 20 minutes.
  • Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add a link in the comments section of THIS POST to your story for others to read,as well as a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag “Monday’s Muse.”

If you do not have a blog of your own, leave me a comment and send me an email to icameforthesoup@gmail.com and I will post your lovely words here on my blog.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted by Thursday.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

The Kindling Spark: A Poem & Musing Moment

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The Kindling Spark: A Poem

The look on his face

The taste of his lips

Was nothing short of sublime

The honey-sweet savor encompassed my soul

The instant his lips touched mine

The first of that moment

The kindling spark

Birthed fire within our dance

The flavor of passion

In an innocent kiss

Spoke whispers of Romance

*Kiss– If my memory serves me correctly the Hebrew word, ‘Nashaq’ used for ‘kiss’ also means ‘to kindle or ignite.’  In Syriac, ‘to smell.’ An Arabic translation for the word means, ‘to fasten together.’ (See Bibleub.com)

Basically “To kiss is to kindle or ignite with the scent of fastening together”. (On what it means to “fasten together,” I’m going to encourage you to use your blessed imagination.)

In short, WOW!

Adhering to this truth, one that is not widely shared among  the young in love or even those who are seasoned, I am only made to view the act of kissing as something far more sacred and special than our modern world has made it out to be.

Where some may question that at my age I have yet to ‘kindle or ignite with the scent of fastening together,’ I am made to rejoice! 

The Song of Solomon warns young maidens not to awaken love before it’s ready. To kiss too soon would be to do just that. 

This moment of musing sprung forth from the above poem that seemingly at random birthed itself within my imagination. But I will with the same purpose that caused me to write it encourage all of us to be careful with our kisses. 

This is not to say NOT to kiss your loved one. But to encourage you to view the act as sacred, special, treasured. Treat your kisses with sacred respect just as you should treat the one with whom you believe yourself to be in love.

Simply put, don’t cause smoke or fires where you have no harth or desire in which to contain them.

~Poeima, Poetry in Motion

Sugar: Microfiction Results for Monday’s Muse May 23rd 2016

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Sugar: Microfiction Romance

The kiss came as a surprise, one she felt clear down to her toenails even though it was gentle as a whisper. She hadn’t seen him in months, not since her brother’s engagement party, before that she hadn’t seen him since they were kids.

Izzi, Israel Darlton, used the same gentleness that he had employed to kiss her, in pulling away. Madison drew in her lips, her gaze locked on his, the sweet taste of his sugary espresso lingered on her lips.

She preferred her coffee with cream only, but she found she didn’t mind the sweet taste at all after Izzi’s impromptu kiss.

“Sorry,” he said, dropping his eyes. A rush of red crawled up his neck and blossomed on his tanned face. Madison felt her cheeks blush too. Out of all of her brother’s childhood friends, Izzi was the only one who’d never teased her. Truly, he never even looked her direction.

At least that is what she’d believed until a few moments ago when he’d openly shared the crush he’d had on her since they were kids. Then came the kiss, the one that left her craving another. Her blush deepened.

“Don’t apologize,” Was all she could manage to say before taking another sip of her coffee. The sugarless brew made her mouth dip at the corners.

She was suddenly missing the added sweetness Izzi had shared. Feeling embolden she leaned forward and helped herself to a bit more of his sugar.

THE END

*Love is such a wonderful thing! I so enjoy writing about it. I hope you enjoyed my results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt May 23rd, 2016. To see the original prompt and rules, click the above link.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: May 23rd 2016

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OPENING LINE (S): “The kiss came as a surprise, one she felt clear down to her toenails even though it was gentle as a whisper.”

RULES: 

  • Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or a line of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within up to 20 minutes.
  • Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add a link in the comments section of this post to your story for others to read, as well as a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag“Monday’s Muse.”

If you do not have a blog of your own, leave me a comment and send me an email to icameforthesoup@gmail.com and I will post your lovely words here on my blog.

(PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK YOU)

My results will be posted by Thursday.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

Truth Be Told: Microfiction Results For Monday’s Muse April 11th 2016

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Truth Be Told

The kissing used to be the easy part, the walking away afterward was hard. Now just like the walking away, it had become the most difficult thing of all.

-“Cut!” The director called with a satisfied smile. At least someone was satisfied. Dana pulled away from…what was his name…Chris?…and let the wind sweep her long tresses into her face. She didn’t want anyone to see her expression.

When she first stepped into these roles, took her dream of acting by the horns, riding it into the sunset of submission and glory, she hadn’t thought she would be stepping into something more.

It was the more that made her ache each time her lips connected with another guy’s, each time she felt that comforting warmth wrap around her.

She hated to think about it for what it really was. It made her feel exposed. Worse, it made her think of herself as desperate.

Truth be told, she was.

She’d given so much, lost others, just to stand where she was standing. Sure she wasn’t a household name yet, but she was a rising star. She’d even landed an audition for a starring role on a television drama.

But all that pretending had somehow cost her a beautiful reality. She’d step into the more, the connection of a kiss and step away with the reality that she had nothing waiting for her and what she’d tasted was false.

She knew she could recover it if she just paused long enough to do so. Others had done so, so could she. Maybe she couldn’t have it all, but what she could have

Maybe she couldn’t have it all, but what she could have was a little bit more and that didn’t require pretending.

THE END

*Thank you for reading my results for Monday’s Muse. To see the original prompt and give it a try, follow this LINK.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!