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They ran halfway across the bridge, hands clasped, hair flying wildly around them in the night wind, cheeks flushed from cold, excitement, and wine. Breathless, they laughed at each others' disheveled appearances, then at themselves. They kissed and held each other as close as they could get; the stars looked down at them and were jealous.
She pried herself from their embrace to lean over the railing, breath coming out in puffs of smoke. There was no river to be seen in the darkness, but when the flower in her hair slipped from behind her ear the current carried it away. She spared it a moment's regret, but there was a warm hand on her waist, scorching its anticipation through the fabric of her coat, and she was hard pressed to ignore its impatience.
A flash of blinding light in her face and she stumbles, gloveless hands reaching out to anchor her to the banister. The hand on her waist keeps her steady, and as her visions slowly clears she sees the camera he holds. Her gaze focuses on the grin behind it. She leans back, eyes to the sky, and dares anything watching to love half as much as she does. Another flash and she pulls him close again. They kiss, they laugh, they are breathless. The world turns, the stars envy, the river runs. They are in a universe of their own, where the beauty of their love continuously amazes them, and they are blind to the world outside their hands and lips and mouths. Her defiant eyes are his universe, and his beautiful smile her sky.
They tumble into their hotel room, limbs a tangle of uncoordinated flailing, tangling hands and ankles and fingers as they forget how to do anything other than grasp and clutch and love. They breathe deeply and love deeper, shameless with laughter and exhausted with pride and perfection. The wine makes their brains sluggish, but the night sets their blood to boil.
They fall into bed fully clothed, she in gown and he in suit, she in heels and he in dress shoes. Her purse hits the floor and his camera is placed gently on the bedside table by the lamp whose bulb yearns to light the scene and do its part to share in the love story being written here. She whispers poetry into his mouth and stokes his hair and holds his heart.
The sun rises in the open window, giving the envious stars reprieve.
She pried herself from their embrace to lean over the railing, breath coming out in puffs of smoke. There was no river to be seen in the darkness, but when the flower in her hair slipped from behind her ear the current carried it away. She spared it a moment's regret, but there was a warm hand on her waist, scorching its anticipation through the fabric of her coat, and she was hard pressed to ignore its impatience.
A flash of blinding light in her face and she stumbles, gloveless hands reaching out to anchor her to the banister. The hand on her waist keeps her steady, and as her visions slowly clears she sees the camera he holds. Her gaze focuses on the grin behind it. She leans back, eyes to the sky, and dares anything watching to love half as much as she does. Another flash and she pulls him close again. They kiss, they laugh, they are breathless. The world turns, the stars envy, the river runs. They are in a universe of their own, where the beauty of their love continuously amazes them, and they are blind to the world outside their hands and lips and mouths. Her defiant eyes are his universe, and his beautiful smile her sky.
They tumble into their hotel room, limbs a tangle of uncoordinated flailing, tangling hands and ankles and fingers as they forget how to do anything other than grasp and clutch and love. They breathe deeply and love deeper, shameless with laughter and exhausted with pride and perfection. The wine makes their brains sluggish, but the night sets their blood to boil.
They fall into bed fully clothed, she in gown and he in suit, she in heels and he in dress shoes. Her purse hits the floor and his camera is placed gently on the bedside table by the lamp whose bulb yearns to light the scene and do its part to share in the love story being written here. She whispers poetry into his mouth and stokes his hair and holds his heart.
The sun rises in the open window, giving the envious stars reprieve.
Literature
Writing Prompts
1. River
2. Dust
3. Necklace
4. Fence
5. Key
6. Bench
7. Daisy
8. Torn photograph
9. Coffee stain
10. Button
11. Plane ticket
12. Letter
13. Present
14. Microphone
15. Test result
16. Candle
17. Empty bottle
18. Sofa
19. Pillow
20. Loose floor tile
21. Notebook
22. Bark
23. Pen
24. Backpack
25. Party decoration
26. Knife
27. Swing
28. Straw
29. Ferris wheel
30. Table-mat
31. Frisbee
32. Measuring tape
33. Diary
34. Street stone
35. Glass of water
36. Wrapping paper
37. Dinner table
38. Mirror
39. Swimming pool
40. Charm
41. Paintbrush
42. Piano
43. Flame
44. Pajamas
45. Novel
46. Watermelon
47. Ga
Literature
Writing Prompts
01. letter
02. sticks and stones
03. birthday
04. immortal
05. circus
06. abandoned
07. nosebleed
08. mother [or father, or both]
09. sunrise
10. distraction
11. habit
12. fuck
13. love
14. waste
15. skinny
16. eyes
17. white noise
18. impulse
19. addiction
20. desecrate
21. death
22. low
23. heartbeat
24. first kiss
25. tomorrow
26. sweet
27. fog [or mist]
28. can't
29. village
30. time
31. forget
Literature
Prompts for Writers
1. Staccato
2. Loves me not
3. Murderous
4. Lethal habits
5. Nemesis
6. Infestation
7. Telemarketer
8. "You're so full of shit."
9. Sentimental
10. Ambitions
11. Sacrifices
12. Little quirks
13. Renaissance
14. Slender
15. Spiders
16. Pagan
17. Jewelry
18. Filthy
19. Respectable
20. Nobility
21. Asphyxiate
22. Radiant
23. A waste of time
24. Outstanding
25. Hold me
26. Whispers
27. Don't worry
28. Smother
29. Crush
30. Crash
31. Slow motion
32. Funeral
33. Cross
34. Tattoo
35. Olive
36. Prime numbers
37. Guilty
38. Stop and stare
39. Friction
40. Jaw
41. Sleeping bag
42. Rough
43. "You take that back.
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