The sky hangs heavy with moisture and the faint scent of electricity. A huge bonfire has been built, flames lapping upwards in an ever steady rhythm. Women dance all around it, some looking for love; the topless ones looking for a good fuck. I hate these nights, cheap beer bringing out cheap morals. I come here to watch, to make sure nothing
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Yeah, everyone seems to be struggling this week with ideas, I don't know why it's such a hard topic!
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Great job setting the scene. I need to learn to learn to write descriptions better. This is lovely!
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(different details in the story but kind of alike.)
I guess.. part of it is the..in life, I'm often the observer, longing but not..I guess it's the feelings as well as the description. The "yes but not tonight." In different circumstances, I "know" those kind of feelings.
(I'm not sure I made sense. So I guess that's part of it too. You conveyed it and it flowed and made sense. Your writing..made me think of the dancing. It had that kind of rhythm somehow.)
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I'm an observer often too, and while it depresses me sometimes, I have learned a lot about people this way.
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