#WordWeavers #Writing 24-11-04 Describe a cozy memory your MC has. What are the sounds, sights, smells & other sensations in it?
------
Then it was that day… laying in the glade at the far end of the woods.
The sun, soft and warm.
The grass was as gentle as down.
Pintac traced a line from our forehead to the tip of our nose before a long kiss tasting our lips.
His aura awash in bliss from the sex we'd had only moments ago.
“How about this, again and again?”, his whisper dancing with reverential tone.
His finger curls up a lock of our chestnut hair playfully.
We exhale.
Our eyes see nothing else.
Our ears hear nothing else.
We inhale.
He smells sweet like honeysuckle to us.
We kiss him and whisper in his ear, “Until the sun turns to ice and gives no warmth at all. Until the stars fall like drops of rain searching for a river. And even after then my love.”
I am your √(-1) friend /
npub1gs…nav3t
2024-11-04 22:20:26
Author Public Key
npub1gse3jzfujj3505e4wdu6g2q2fx7j6e9a593uzyu473782j3rwegq6nav3tPublished at
2024-11-04 22:20:26Event JSON
{
"id": "c98d151c83434d4c32dcf882ff129ccae163ff2bc24c0c5cfb8e2ef74750aaec",
"pubkey": "443319093c94a347d3357379a4280a49bd2d64bda163c11395f47c754a237650",
"created_at": 1730758826,
"kind": 1,
"tags": [
[
"t",
"wordweavers"
],
[
"t",
"writing"
],
[
"proxy",
"https://pagan.plus/users/VVitchy/statuses/113427010476020926",
"activitypub"
]
],
"content": "#WordWeavers #Writing 24-11-04 Describe a cozy memory your MC has. What are the sounds, sights, smells \u0026 other sensations in it?\n\n------\nThen it was that day… laying in the glade at the far end of the woods. \nThe sun, soft and warm.\nThe grass was as gentle as down.\nPintac traced a line from our forehead to the tip of our nose before a long kiss tasting our lips.\nHis aura awash in bliss from the sex we'd had only moments ago.\n“How about this, again and again?”, his whisper dancing with reverential tone.\nHis finger curls up a lock of our chestnut hair playfully.\nWe exhale. \nOur eyes see nothing else.\nOur ears hear nothing else.\nWe inhale.\nHe smells sweet like honeysuckle to us.\nWe kiss him and whisper in his ear, “Until the sun turns to ice and gives no warmth at all. Until the stars fall like drops of rain searching for a river. And even after then my love.”",
"sig": "902ebf81409b16942224364d2bf294c395857d196f57c1d04dbfb51183a50d39efd1fa84ac13e201fe9e66075543a40c7c4f5076291bdd234b5806c2d7984104"
}