Drabble: "Foretold By the Bard"

[jamzsquared]

Shakespeare, of course, was right.  The Bard knew a thing or two about love, or, in our case, dangerous obsession.

It began with magic, passion, and desire.  Our courtship was swift and sudden, the decision to live together equally as impulsive.  We sparked, we sizzled, we seethed - and inevitably combusted, our passionate love-making giving

Comments

[sunianna]

Huh. You know I never liked that word. Seed. I always think of sunflower seeds sliding down someone leg or...yeah. Back on topic. :D

“I won’t be here when you come back.” ...
He hesitated at my words, fingers clenching the knob so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Still, he never once glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll believe it when I see it,”

I really like that part. The ending was fantasy, and the beginning! I didn't know whether to take it literally or figuratively but either way it was good. Just very good. :)

[jamzsquared]

Yeah, I have mixed feelings on the word "seed." I am more or less discontent with most synonyms for semen (which just feels so... clinical... to use), and am constantly grasping for new alternatives.

Thanks for the review! This was seriously something that just popped into my head one afternoon, and so I scribbled it down and filed it away, in case it ever sparks a longer work one day in the future.

[sunianna]

I'm glad you feel the same way or else I'd look like a bitch. :D I hope you find good alternatives.

No problem. I like it when stuff pops up. That can sometimes turn into something cool.