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It was a sunny day, I parked my car and opening the back door, I took my camera out of the case and put the strap around my neck. I thought I could take a picture of the gatehouse, trees and maybe the squirrels. The sun was shining and the trees cast shadows as I walked into the park and I could see the Victorian bandstand; but I already had photographs of that. The path is lined with park benches, which is handy, I like to sit down and steady the camera. I get tired walking around these parks too. I approached the bandstand and then I saw her, she was a vision of beauty and sitting on a park bench. She had long flowing hair and was perfectly groomed. Her tight white shirt looked like it was freshly ironed. She looked so cool dressed all in white, like a virtual angel. Her skirt was rather short, revealing long slender legs that seemed to go all the way up to her armpits.

She looked at me and smiled. I thought, I wonder if she would pose for a photograph. I couldn’t take my eyes off her and it seemed mutual as she just stared at me with those hypnotic blue eyes. She crossed her legs and that short skirt rode up another inch revealing even more of those perfect legs. Her hand went to the button on her shirt and she started to unbutton her shirt! I watched intently as she revealed her ample and firm breasts; they appeared to be trying to escape her almost see through white lacy bra. I couldn’t believe my eyes! She kept on slowly undoing the buttons until they were all undone and stood up facing me. The white shirt fell to the ground! I seemed to be the only one looking at her, everyone else seemed really uninterested. Then her hands slid lower and she started to undo the fastener on that very short skirt, it dropped to the ground revealing her lacy, almost see through panties. My pulse rate quickened as I witnessed this and she continued to smile at me. She turned away from me and seemed to be looking at something on the other side of the park. Her hands went behind her back and she undid the straps on her bra they seemed to snap open revealing the perfect unblemished skin on her back. The bra dropped to the ground! I glanced around and still no one was paying attention except me! My heart pounded as I saw her hands go down to those almost see through panties and her thumbs went in each side of them. What was she going to do? She started to turn back to face me… Then there was a loud crash and I felt this stabbing pain in the back of my head. I opened my eyes it was all black…

Don’t you hate that! :) You’re having a great dream and you suddenly wake up! It could be worse; I could be a dreamless one… :)

I wrote that bit of fiction for a guest blog some time ago, it was censored and so I posted it in my blog! It began innocently enough and then built up to an unexpected ending. Have you read it before? No, it’s different! What is the point of writing something that is a rehash of a story already told? I think the picture of the park helped but I described a scene fairly vividly. I concentrated on the person not the place. I left the place to your imagination! The protagonist in this little story was the girl. Did you get a vision of what she looked like? I hope so!

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4 Responses

  1. The photography used for your blog is lovely.

    April 27, 2012 at 00:01

  2. Hi Connye,

    I think the photograph for this one was appropriate. I’m not sure if my story was though! I think it is a god example of how to write fiction, but was too raunchy for some American readers last year!

    Thanks for visiting and for taking the time to comment.

    April 27, 2012 at 10:09

  3. Hi Mike, I’m so glad you’re getting into fiction on this blog. Your images set the scene for so many different stories that need to be told.

    Instead of the narrator waking from a dream, I thought he was being kidnapped. But why? Certainly a spy wouldn’t fall for such a ploy. I’ll be thinking about this one!

    May 2, 2012 at 12:31

  4. Hi Carolyn,

    I smile every time I see this story. It was censored when I included it in a guest blog! I do include a little fiction into blogs and I would like to do more and certainly need to write more humour. I could write about my clone that lives in the basement of the hospital; those were popular stories… 🙂

    May 2, 2012 at 15:47

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