tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695106310875450565.post2093740067294648347..comments2023-09-19T11:10:39.328-05:00Comments on Writer on a Horse: Write the first few lines of new storyPatricia J. Weaverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06044354515656710902noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695106310875450565.post-10228407910869943682010-05-03T06:30:28.830-05:002010-05-03T06:30:28.830-05:00I'm loving all the sensual language!I'm loving all the sensual language!Irene Lathamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695106310875450565.post-63728774419530091062010-05-03T06:00:28.228-05:002010-05-03T06:00:28.228-05:00Great now get to work and create a story hehhehe
I...Great now get to work and create a story hehhehe<br />In truth, this was a creativie workshop assignment to paint a picture with words. You did great.Patricia J. Weaverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06044354515656710902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695106310875450565.post-595051918109480352010-05-02T21:45:28.289-05:002010-05-02T21:45:28.289-05:00Great idea! Your version is beautifully written. ...Great idea! Your version is beautifully written. This is quite a challenge, but I'll give it a try.<br /><br />The emerald water pulled and embraced simultaneously, licking her skin with its coolness as it carried her body effortlessly from the shore. She closed her eyes to shield the sun's warmth and light, releasing her body and spirit to the sea. Her memories and emotions drifted away with the waves, cleansing her so she could finally become the ocean's bride. A stillness filled her as she drifted into the darkness below. There was no fear, and no regrets. As water filled her lungs, she opened her eyes one last time, smiling at the light that danced like sprites in the water above her.Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17618598756518215871noreply@blogger.com