Nov
8
2009
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Nora was eliminated at the end of Round 9
Read NORA 9 here
By now it is most obvious that contestants who take risks in their writing get voted off prematurely. The latest poll result demonstrates this all too clearly.
I find it curious that despite receiving overwhelmingly positive comments I was roundly rejected. Perhaps it’s retrospective thinking, but I suspect the results would have been different had we continued with elimination voting as tradition demands. No offense to the other contestants, but it appears that the readers, despite loudly proclaiming their alleged devotion to the rules of grammar, prefer the novelty of giving a charity vote to someone who doesn’t even know what a comma is.
It is indulgent to speak too much of myself right now, especially in light of the horrific tragedy at Fort Hood. Our thoughts should be with the grieving families. I would, however, like to say one last thing about my story. Continue reading
Oct
30
2009
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Round 9 Challenges (Word limit – 444 words)
1) Incorporate a hoax
2) Incorporate a revelation
3) Incorporate the number four
4) Incorporate Stephen Colbert.
Read NORA 8 here (see “Similar Posts” at the bottom of this post for any earlier entries)
“Sheerly out of civility I shall repeat myself once more. Promptly depart from these premises.”
“Are you f*****g kidding me?”
Richard calmly removed his bowtie and shirt. He folded them in a neat stack on the lawn and raised his fists. Bronze muscles rippled beneath his ironed undershirt. “I gave ample warning, lad.”
The brute charged, hollering primitively, but Richard maintained his poise and coolly let fly a jab to his face. The man grunted, surprised, and went down. He stood, rubbing his stubbly jaw, and charged again. Richard flattened him.
Catherine watched transfixed, her squirming thighs tightly pressed. When the truck screeched off and Richard entered, gleaming with sweat, she rushed to him.
“Richard!” she cried, clutching his brawny arm. “Are you injured?” Continue reading
Oct
19
2009
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Nora’s Round 8 Challenges (Word limit – 600):
* Incorporate a Walmart greeter or shopper (given by Seldom Seen)
* Write about how humans would evolve with the collapse of religion (given by Joaquim)
* Incorporate satanic music (given by George Barbayiannis)
Read NORA 7 here (see “Similar Posts” at the bottom of this post for any earlier entries)
“Richard was born in the U.S.S.R. the year before Stalin came to power,” said Arthur, his nostrils twitching over the glistening sausage links on his fork.
Nora gasped as Richard’s upward-traveling toes found her inner thigh. She eyed his broad, upright, muscular form. “Why, you look not a day older than 50!”
“Sixty-nine, my dear, and not a year younger,” Richard said, cocking a roguish eyebrow and slurping down an oyster as his toes circled upward under her dress towards her lotus.
“You can’t imagine the life this chap has led,” said Arthur, bringing the sausage to his mouth. “I daresay, had Richard been born in these United States he’d be president right now.” Catherine’s nipples snapped to attention as stiffly as #2 pencil eraser tips as she gazed helplessly at Richard, hypnotized by the slow, side-to-side, equine chewing of his powerful outthrust jaw.
Arthur smacked his greasy lips and picked up a steaming cob of corn. “Tell Catherine about your novels.” His trembling nostrils explored the buttery cob before his teeth crunched ecstatically into it, spurting juices over Catherine’s startled face. Continue reading
Oct
10
2009
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Nora’s Round 7 Challenge: Incorporate the White House (taken from Fido’s Story). Word limit: 600.
Read NORA 6 here (see “Similar Posts” at the bottom of this post for any earlier entries)
Incorporate the White House
Catherine was rarely ever lost for words but when she opened the door she found herself practically gasping for air.
“Richard Gaynmedovich,” the tall, broad-shouldered, immaculately dressed guest intoned, sweeping his arm decadently into a gentleman’s bow. Catherine extended her arm for a handshake but he plunged to one knee and planted a slow moist kiss upon her perfumed dainty hand while staring up at her with dangerously intense eyes. He possessed the exotic features of a light-skinned Russian prince but spoke like an English gentleman from a Somerset Maugham tale.
“Arthur!” cried Richard, emerging from the library. “Marvelous to see you, old chap.” They exchanged a vigorous man-to-man handshake. “Shall we have a quick snort while Catherine sets the table?”
“Go on then,” Catherine cooed, shooing them along. “Out of my way.” Continue reading
Read Nora 5 here (see “Similar Posts” at the bottom of this post for any earlier entries)
Round 6 Challenge: Incorporate a White Russian and the words “over the line” into your next passage, which should be no more than 500 words.
Catherine felt her blood start to boil as the meaning of those words crashed upon her purring semi-consciousness. She shoved Arthur off her ravaged body and bolted up, her prodigious breasts spilling about.
“Wait a long minute. What did you say? The man in that photo? Your lover?!”
Arthur leapt up as nimbly as a panther, wincing as his half-swollen salivating maleness swung out and slapped against his defined Adonis-like pubic bone. He clutched Catherine by her velvety shoulders. “But darling, I told you! When I asked if you understood you cried out, ‘Yes, yes, yes!’”
“Fool!” Catherine cried, tearing herself from his grip. “Are you nothing but a perfectly sculpted torso? I wasn’t in my right senses!” Catherine began weeping into her hands, her oversized breasts bouncing rhythmically with the sobs. “I never expected it would come to such an obscene end! Oh, Arthur! What indecent desire drove you into… oh I can’t bear saying it… into the muscular arms of another man?” Continue reading
Round 5 Challenge: Incorporate this image into your next passage of no more than 500 words. You can interpret this challenge as you see fit.
*click on the thumbnail to see a larger image
“I lied to you,” Arthur hissed, his punishing hand slapping the widely-spaced piñatas of her breasts. “I lied to you about Auggie,” he repeated, emphasizing the revelation with a particularly violent thrust of his engorged manhood that drove Catherine face down into her goose-feather duvet. The right side of her face buried into the quilt’s lush folds, muffling her shocked cries.
“I never hugged her at all,” he went on, his muscular torso jackhammering away behind the steep downhill of her lower back. “You want to know what I did to her? Do you?” Arthur demanded, punctuating his question with a muscular open-palmed slap upon her abused rump.
With teeth clamped together and lips curled back in a delirium of agony, Catherine could not respond in words. Instead, she helplessly nodded her head. Arthur hooked his massive hands around her hipbone and began pitilessly yanking her pelvis back into his probing proboscis. With each stab his powerful buttocks flexed into two firm orbs of tightened muscle. Continue reading
Read NORA 1 here
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Read NORA 3 here
Round 4 Challenge: Weave an element of Fyor’s story into your passage. It should be no more than 450 words.
Catherine recoiled in shock, dismounting from the bunched glistening fingers of his probing hand. “Who is she?” she demanded, breathing raggedly, her inflamed mound aching from its aborted fulfillment.
“What in God’s name are you talking about?” Arthur cried, unable to tear his gaze from the pair of quivering orbs jutting forth arrogantly towards him.
“The perfume!” Catherine screamed, suddenly lunging at him, wildly swinging her fists at his swarthy chest. “That’s not my perfume!” Continue reading
Read NORA 1 here
Read NORA 2 here
Round 3 Challenge: Incorporate the death of a dog into your next passage. It should be no more than 400 words long.
The neighbor’s dogs’ barking alerted her that Alfred had arrived. “Messengers of pleasure,” she smiled to herself, lazily extending a long bare leg across the bed.
But when Arthur burst into the bedroom, Catherine knew by his furrowed brow that something dreadful had happened. His hair, which normally cascaded silkily down his tanned forehead, was tousled and oily with sweat. It was rare to see Arthur out of sorts, but when it did happen, he was most desirable.
Arthur plunked down on the bed, clutching his head, still oblivious to the warm, feline, half-clad body draped across the perfumed sheets.
“I ran over a dog as I was leaving the bank,” Arthur suddenly cried out, his back still to Catherine. “I flattened the poor pooch!”
“Oh, Arthur!” Catherine cried. “How terrible!” It truly was, but the only thing to be done was to console the living. That much she could do for her husband. She crawled over towards him on the bed on all fours, her ripe fruits swinging below her, and pressed herself against his back.
All of a sudden, Arthur became aware of his wife’s hotly alive body. Her breasts pancaked against him like partially-filled hot water bottles. The squishy tips of her creamy melons soon hardened through the negligee, piercing him with rubbery insistence. His body reacted in kind. As he stiffened, she slipped a leg around him and ever so slowly began gyrating her pelvis against his swelling scepter.
“But Catherine—” Arthur gasped.
“Shhh,” Catherine said, touching her fingers to his lips. “Words later. If you need to say anything, speak it in the language of love.”
Arthur groaned and gave himself over to his rising desire. He slid his hand up under her negligee and squeezed the outthrust mounds of her ample rump. Unable to resist, he then reached around and wedged the palm of his fingers between her hungry amazonian thighs, which yawned open to accept the welcome intrusion.
With heavy-lidded eyes, Catherine squirmed against his serviceable hand. She let out a moan of pleasure as his rigid fingers found their moist target. Panting heavily, she surrendered to the flaming throes of matrimonial ecstasy.
As the waves of pleasure wracked her frame, she buried her face in his swarthy chest. She drew a deep breath to fill herself with his musky animal scent… and instead smelled the perfume of another woman.
Read NORA 1 here
ROUND 2: Write the opening paragraph of your novella. It should be no more than 300 words, not including your opening sentence, and should be about interactions that take place over the web.
“Humph!” thought Catherine, reading over the opening of her short story. “What exactly do I mean by this? That all happy families are happy in their own way or unhappy in their own way?” Hers was a happy family, she had no doubt about that. But then what had impelled her to open this way? What was it that was gnawing at her? “Don’t be preposterous, Catherine!” she chuckled to herself. “Nothing is wrong… nothing at all!” Perhaps to prove the point more to herself than to Arthur, she interrupted her writing to express her ardent love for him in an email. She opened Yahoo mail only to find that Arthur was still logged in. Just as she was about to click the logout button her eyes strayed to the single unread message in his inbox: From SexySeleme1744 – Subject Cum check out my barely legal XXX photos!! Catherine deleted the smutty spam in disgust. The image of her dear husband stroking his manhood over obscene pictures of teenagers in unspeakable positions of degradation flooded through her, jarring her to the core. She left the cherry oak desk and glided across the lusciously carpeted floor to the glorious Palladian window overlooking her teagarden. The soothing light of the full moon flooded over her, calming her pattering heart, while also revealing in breathtaking outline her long sinuous thighs, flaring hips, and generous bosom. She knew she could give Arthur far more pleasure than any of those shameless hussies who pranced about indecently over the Internet for everyone to see. The sanctified obligations of marriage did not exclude sensuality and amorous adventure. She shifted her weight to one leg and confidently ran her hand over the arc of her mature outthrust hip. Tonight she would show Arthur just how exciting marriage could be.
Round 1: Write the opening sentence of your novella
Every unhappy family is indeed unhappy in its own way, but the truth is that it is no different for the happy ones.
