Kink Me! #11 - Project Old School
Kink Me! #11 - Project Old School
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for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
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http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/~richie/poetry/html/aupoem162.html
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'we'll be forever' whispered into the soft skin of his throat.
'a very long time' he gasps back, lost in dark hair.
a chuckle, lost in sensation, soft against his stomach, 'not long enough'
too serious, too much, pulling up to catch lips with teeth; gently. a lick to sooth the pain and an embrace to warm them. a hand reaches down and everything seems to swirl, all warmth and laughter and love in the light. a moment, then it's over and soft kisses replace heated caresses and a final 'forever' murmured against sleeping lips.
too many lifetimes later; and another moment in the light: 'i told you we'd be forever'. laughter never seemed so sweet.
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(The only fiction I've ever committed was on the meme as well, so I completely get it.)
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This was just gorgeous, anon. I loved that you sort of replicated Cummings' style here - tactile details and run-on sensations. You packed a lot into a small space - I can see who they were and who they will be. Thanks so much for filling my prompt and I hope you're compelled to write more soon!
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I'm coming into a lot of free time soon, so I'm pretty sure I'll try my hand at a few more prompts, it's really quite fun.
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Warning: character death
Let me tell you a story.
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There was a king.
No. Wait.
There are moments before that.
(That is not where the story begins.)
//There was a prince with hair gold as the autumn leaves, eyes blue and vast as the summer skies ( ... )
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The details aren’t important; in fact, if you look in your books, you’ll find that they all say different things. One will say that there was a dragon, and another will scoff at such fantasy, will say that it wasn’t a dragon at all but an enemy warlord. Maybe it was just Weather, playing her devious tricks, splitting Earth apart, leaving her trembling in anger.
Whatever it was - there was an accident.
And the queen nearly died.
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You interrupt. You say, but the king loved the sorcerer, how could he marry another?
(Ah, but there are many different types of love, aren’t there?)
Hush, now. Quiet.
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The sorcerer loved the queen because the king loved her.
And when the king wept for her coming death, the sorcerer looked down at his hands and thought,
I can save herAnd so he did ( ... )
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The sorcerer curled his fingers around the king’s, kissed his dark gold lashes.
Why? the sorcerer said, curious. Why do you fear death?
And the king said, I fear any place where you won’t be by my side.
The sorcerer did a strange thing, here. He smiled, and for a moment he looked like the sixteen-year-old boy he’d once been, a sixteen-year-old boy who’d been in the right place at the right time and met a prince, on the verge of greatness, on the verge of a history so great that it echoed throughout centuries.
The king said irritably, Why are you smiling?
And the sorcerer leaned very close and whispered this, soft as a secret:
Because this isn’t the end of our story, Arthur; we will have more lives than these, other worlds than this.
(Because, you see, the end of life isn’t death.
And the end of a story isn’t the last page of a book.)
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And so you may say, That’s a terrible story, to have no endBut this is what I ( ... )
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