Wicked Wednesday: Edge, Part 1

Wicked Wednesday: Edge, Part 1

After Martin let Sylvia go wandering across his land by herself, the fear beset him like a gnawing beast. He sat on the balcony, paper in hand, above the paths and tracks where Sylvia might have gone. His tried to read the paper, but his eyes drifted above the horizon of print, to the grass of his gardens, the fountain streaming indifferently to his heart that hadn’t stopped thumping since she had vanished through the tidy hedges onto the unkempt land beyond. - Ripe Fruit

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Brendan hopped out of the cabin, whistling as he went. Marc opened the window on his side, let some air in while they weren’t in motion. The road kicked up too much dust for them to want to keep the windows down while driving, and the air con wasn’t the best. At least the cabin was clean – Walker was a neat-freak, despite clearly spending much of his time living in it. The only scent that wafted out was the faint smell of sex. - Melt

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Gabriel looked at her, but tried to walk away from her. Liliana was faster, and rounded on him, hands on hips. For a moment, they glared at each other. Liliana was angry that he couldn’t see that it was fair. Boys normally were better than girls at fighting. Shouldn’t it be okay if she, just one girl, was a better than a boy, then? - The Insect and the Octopus

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The box Larissa brought with her contained black cord, a jar of honey, a silver spoon with a long, spindly handle…and a triple crown cock ring.  Oh hell…  The last item K. picked up with pinched fingers, like he was holding a dead mouse by the tail, and examined held out from him as far as his arm could stretched, eyes glancing at it almost sideways. - Crown

The box Larissa brought with her contained black cord, a jar of honey, a silver spoon with a long, spindly handle…and a triple crown cock ring. Oh hell… The last item K. picked up with pinched fingers, like he was holding a dead mouse by the tail, and examined held out from him as far as his arm could stretched, eyes glancing at it almost sideways. - Crown

She took photographs while he did. She had him sit on a stool in front of the blue egg-shell wall in her kitchen, made him take his shirt off. First middle distance, so she could capture his chest, concaved a little as he hunched, his shoulders rolled forward as his hands were kept between his knees – she asked that he didn’t touch his face, rub his eyes (later he would tell her that was the hardest part of it, not to wipe himself to keep himself neat and tidy.) - To Paint His Tears

grief definition: The definition of grief is a feeling of great sadness, especially when caused by a loss or death, or grief can describe being the cause of trouble for someone. (noun) An example of grief is what you feel after your spouse dies.

In the fresh Stockholm summer, they stumble from the party through the glass doors onto the deck, him catching her by the arm, both giggling as their wine just manages to avoid sloshing over their nice clothes. The faint evening chill surrounds them. Her brief, berating thought of ‘you’ve just met him’ is shouted down by the ‘but he’s sexy’, and she leans against his shoulder, and they sway towards the thick wooden railing, his hand resting on her hip. - Wandering Nail

In the fresh Stockholm summer, they stumble from the party through the glass doors onto the deck, him catching her by the arm, both giggling as their wine just manages to avoid sloshing over their nice clothes. The faint evening chill surrounds them. Her brief, berating thought of ‘you’ve just met him’ is shouted down by the ‘but he’s sexy’, and she leans against his shoulder, and they sway towards the thick wooden railing, his hand resting on her hip. - Wandering Nail

He’s up so close to the glass that his breath fogs a tiny patch; a spot of frost on the clear pane. She smiles at the focus of his gaze on the water colour displayed in the case, protected from his intensity and his undoubted desire to touch and feel the brush strokes. - Exhibition

He’s up so close to the glass that his breath fogs a tiny patch; a spot of frost on the clear pane. She smiles at the focus of his gaze on the water colour displayed in the case, protected from his intensity and his undoubted desire to touch and feel the brush strokes. - Exhibition

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