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again, this is almost all from transcribing the novel with virtually no new content. I'm up to page 40 in the handwritten bits and my fingers are protesting mightily.
153 of my words were not transcription, but a flashfic I've been pondering for the last couple of days. Unfortunately the machine to instantly translate the pictures in my head into words on the page was broken again, so the finished product is sorta kinda crap. And thus I share with you :p
She enters the room grinning, arms out, ready and demanding hellos and hugs. He’s first in line. She envelopes him in the hug, in her joy, making up for his lack. She pulls back just enough for a kiss. When moves in, smiling now, infected by happiness he doesn’t understand, she changes the angle, unchastening it, giving it a heat and fervor that is unexpected and questionably welcome. But he responds. At only a few inches taller than she, he’s just average for a man but perfect for kissing someone only a few inches shorter than he.
She pulls back, grinning still into the sudden and profound silence that becomes a dull roar. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she says for his ears only. She ducks in, kissing his cheek before he can react, then untangles herself from his grasp. He watches dumbly, numbly, as she hugs everyone else, and kisses none.
again, this is almost all from transcribing the novel with virtually no new content. I'm up to page 40 in the handwritten bits and my fingers are protesting mightily.
153 of my words were not transcription, but a flashfic I've been pondering for the last couple of days. Unfortunately the machine to instantly translate the pictures in my head into words on the page was broken again, so the finished product is sorta kinda crap. And thus I share with you :p
She enters the room grinning, arms out, ready and demanding hellos and hugs. He’s first in line. She envelopes him in the hug, in her joy, making up for his lack. She pulls back just enough for a kiss. When moves in, smiling now, infected by happiness he doesn’t understand, she changes the angle, unchastening it, giving it a heat and fervor that is unexpected and questionably welcome. But he responds. At only a few inches taller than she, he’s just average for a man but perfect for kissing someone only a few inches shorter than he.
She pulls back, grinning still into the sudden and profound silence that becomes a dull roar. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she says for his ears only. She ducks in, kissing his cheek before he can react, then untangles herself from his grasp. He watches dumbly, numbly, as she hugs everyone else, and kisses none.