tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253514971182687836.post448221436462238133..comments2023-12-28T21:40:11.886-05:00Comments on DENISE ROBBINS BLOG: Write and Win! Writing Prompt FridayDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08202637428419405795noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253514971182687836.post-12035454005271886982009-06-06T05:42:21.068-04:002009-06-06T05:42:21.068-04:00Great job, Denise!Great job, Denise!Ceri Heberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17584297798290334430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253514971182687836.post-44488008038351922942009-06-05T19:43:06.183-04:002009-06-05T19:43:06.183-04:00Here's my take on the writing prompt.
Her bes...Here's my take on the writing prompt.<br /><br />Her best friend . . .<br /><br />Her best friend had convinced her to go to the bar. Amy told her she needed to get out, try a new man haunt, and to stop looking for love on the Internet. “No normal, healthy, active guy found dates on the Internet.” <br /><br />“That’s not true,” Jane whined.<br /><br />“Ha!” Amy swigged her beer and set the bottle down. “Yeah, it is. When was the last time you got laid?”<br /><br />“What?” she gasped, her eyes bugging out of her head.<br /><br />“What you need is a hot-blooded man, here, and ready to go.”<br /><br />“What I need is someone who can hold an intelligent conversation and make my toes curl when he kisses me.”<br /><br />Amy wrinkled her nose. “You ain’t getting that from a guy who gets a girl from a computer catalog.”<br /><br />“That’s not how it works,” she defended.<br /><br />Amy’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline. <br /><br />Ugh! “Fine. Maybe it is, but it is guaranteed success to find your mate.”<br /><br />“Jane, get a grip. Some mechanical box with circuits and programs is not going to tell you if the guy can make love to you, like you so obviously need.”<br /><br />She opened her mouth to protest her best friend’s words, but Amy went on.<br /><br />“Come on.” She hopped off the kitchen barstool. “Let’s go. We’ll go have a few drinks, dance a little with some beefcake guys, maybe some that know how to hold a conversation. Then you can let one of them take you back to his place and do you ‘til the cows come home.”<br /><br />Jane stood there dumbfounded, her chin to her chest as her best friend opened the door. And she, of course, followed.<br /><br />Look where that had gotten her. Almost in bed with a man who wore ladies’ pink underwear. Jane shook her head. “Some best friend Amy was.” She had let her leave with the guy and look what happened. <br /><br />“Never again.” Never again would she listen to her best friend. And she would tell her that if Amy would ever answer her damn phone!Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08202637428419405795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253514971182687836.post-4182318124921416162009-06-05T19:19:45.098-04:002009-06-05T19:19:45.098-04:00LOL I should've said starry-eyed, but I like m...LOL I should've said starry-eyed, but I like moony-eyed better.Ceri Heberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17584297798290334430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253514971182687836.post-41511052831491338012009-06-05T18:52:41.455-04:002009-06-05T18:52:41.455-04:00Ceri,
Hm...great view into her head.
"Moony-...Ceri,<br /><br />Hm...great view into her head.<br />"Moony-eyed" Good word!<br /><br />DeniseDenisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08202637428419405795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253514971182687836.post-41816843194645684892009-06-05T12:17:14.873-04:002009-06-05T12:17:14.873-04:00Okay, this is a little short for me. Did it during...Okay, this is a little short for me. Did it during my lunch break.<br /><br />~~~~<br /><br />Her best friend was Ryan. He’d been her best friend since they were kids, even when he was teasing her mercilessly about a botched haircut she’d given herself, or when she was all moony-eyed over Ty. No matter what had happened, he’d been the shoulder she could cry on.<br /><br />Don’t throw that away, she told herself as she looked in the mirror and adjusted the bathing suit.<br /><br />But wasn’t it already too late for that? That kiss he’d given was not a kiss best buddies shared. No. that was a kiss two lovers shared. Nothing in her mind could explain it away. She wanted Ryan. Her big, shaggy haired, adorable friend, she wanted him more than she even wanted Ty.<br /><br />“You’re going to burn in hell for this,” she muttered to herself but she turned to leave her bedroom before she changed her mind or before Ryan had a chance to finish up at the pool.<br /><br />And if she went through with this, let her libido command her brain, and seduced Ryan, then she could just kiss her possible future with Ty goodbye.Ceri Heberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17584297798290334430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253514971182687836.post-83159576254815115072009-06-05T05:55:59.469-04:002009-06-05T05:55:59.469-04:00Good. Can't wait to see what you write!
Denis...Good. Can't wait to see what you write!<br /><br />DeniseDenisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08202637428419405795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253514971182687836.post-23593452623131986912009-06-05T05:49:50.700-04:002009-06-05T05:49:50.700-04:00Yeah! I like this one. :)Yeah! I like this one. :)Ceri Heberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17584297798290334430noreply@blogger.com