by nulliparaora on January 17, 2013

Hello everyone. Welcome to a new feature I like to call Musings.  What are they? Musings will contain posts where I or a guest author writes whatever comes to mind when we look at a photo. We let our muses take over and have their way with us. Let’s get started, shall we?

Aaron kicked the front door closed behind him and peeled off his rain soaked clothes. He’d gotten caught in a downpour on his way home, and he cursed under his breath as he made his way into the bathroom.

The apartment was uncharacteristically quiet, the air stale. “Lian?” There was no answer. He turned on the shower, anticipating the hot spray on his skin, needing the warmth of the water to chase the chill from his bones.

He bathed, and emerged refreshed and hungry. He walked into the empty kitchen and sighed loudly. “Where’s the food?” There was no meal to greet him, no note on the fridge to say where she’d gone. There was nothing.

A call to her cell phone went to directly to voice mail, compounding his foul mood. He plopped into a chair at the kitchen table, his towel wrapped tight at his waist, and looked around the room.

His gaze fell on the shrine Lian had of her parents, their pictures smiling at him, mocking him with their success in marriage, the curls and wisps of smoke from the incense rising slowly into the air.

He’d argued with her again that morning, over something meaningless. But he had to have his way, had to get the last word no matter what.

“Never let the flame go out.”

That’s what his in-laws used to say, as if it was some secret key to everlasting happiness. Somehow, the flame between him and Lian had diminished, reduced to bickering and tears.

His gaze returned to the incense, burned halfway down, its ashes collecting in the small dish beneath the holder. “Guess I’ll light another one. That should make her happy.”

It was a peace offering, one he knew she’d appreciate. Lian loved her parents dearly. When they were killed in a car crash, she was devastated. It took months before she would smile, and even longer before she seemed almost normal.

He got up and rummaged through the drawers. There was no incense to be found. The sound of the storm pulled his attention to one of the windows. He looked outside. Raindrops fell nonstop against the glass, the gray sky above threatened with claps of thunder and bolts of lightning.

Their argument replayed in his head, forcing his eyes closed. “I was being a jerk.”

Lian had been good to him, had given him her all, and yet for some reason, he’d taken that for granted in favor of getting his way in all things. There was never any middle ground. He’d argue or flat out ignore her until she’d acquiesce. And she always did, making him the winner.

So why did he feel like crap?

Guilt rolled down over his shoulders and snaked into his belly. Its companion, shame, wasn’t far behind.

He took another glance at her parents’ pictures and marched into the bedroom and got dressed.

“Never let the flame go out.”

His mind went over all the ways he’d failed her, how he wouldn’t hear her, wouldn’t listen. He grabbed his keys and ran out the front door and into the cold, heavy, rain. The corner store wasn’t far, so he ran the entire way, bought a box of incense, stuffed it into his jacket, and ran back home.

When he put his key in the lock, the door opened. Lian was home, drenched and dripping. Relief flooded his system at the sight of her, and he pulled her into a big hug. She stiffened in his embrace, but he didn’t get upset. I guess I had that coming after the last few months.

“I’ll go make dinner.” She pulled away and headed for the kitchen, a small plastic bag in her hands.

“I-I can help. Or we can order something. Your choice.” When she turned to look at him, he offered a smile.

“Okay. Let’s order something. I need to do something first.”

“Me too.” He shadowed her into the kitchen. They both stopped in front of her parents shrine. He pulled out his packet of incense, and watched her eyes widen at the sight. “Never let the flame go out. Right?”

Tears filled her eyes before she threw herself into his arms. He owed her a million apologies, but in that moment, he held her close, feeling her forgiveness in the grip of her arms.

There was still a chance for them, and he intended to do his part to keep the fire lit.


As always, I love participation. What do you see when you look at this picture? What story runs through your head? Or do you see a poem? Share it in the comments!

{ 75 comments… read them below or add one }

Rosanna Leo January 17, 2013 at 5:19 pm

That was lovely, Nulli! Made me want to hear more of their story. Made me wonder what happened in the past. Good job!


Nulli Para Ora January 17, 2013 at 5:27 pm

Thanks, Rosanna! That incense did a lot of talking. :)


La Chica G January 17, 2013 at 5:32 pm

Aaah that was beautiful I think you’ve something special there.


Nulli Para Ora January 17, 2013 at 5:41 pm

Thank you, Chica!


WildAboutBones January 17, 2013 at 6:29 pm

Just a little something to do when you are tired of edits? Great short by the way.


Nulli Para Ora January 17, 2013 at 6:42 pm

Heh, thanks. :)


Don Livingston January 17, 2013 at 7:04 pm

The sun was just beginning to emerge from the shadow of darkness as she slept peacefully. The large feather bed cushioned her lithe body like a billowy cloud. John gazed down at his wife of the past ten years with admiration. Beth gave of herself like no one he had ever come across in his long and lonely travels.

The sinuous slope of his lovers back caused his manhood to stir as he studied her soft supple physique. He quickly shook his head clear of the thoughts of ravishing her, and quietly walked towards the small table in the corner of the room.

Ever so silently, he struck the match against the small red box. As the flames danced in the glowing morning, he lowered it to the small stick embedded in the white dish. Almost instantly, it came to life, as he breathed a whisper upon the rod’s flaming end.

John stood up and inhaled the soft hint of jasmine that flowed around him. He knew Beth adored the scent, and he brought some to the weekend escape from the maddening world they left yesterday. When he turned towards his soul mate, a soft smile crept across his rugged face. He thought back to the hurried discussions of what they should do during the escape from reality.

In one fleeting moment, she spoke of the art of awakening the hidden tigress with a female’s passion. The elusive art of raising your lover from a deep, peaceful sleep, where dreams become reality. So much of his life was spent in vain, as he searched for the one true person who fill the empty void in his heart.

His lover began to stir as the fragrance slowly made its way towards her. As she turned her emerald green eyes towards him, John moved to her side and placed his large hand upon her fiery red hair. The look in his eyes told her everything, and she inhaled deeply of the erotic fragrance.

“I wish I could tell you how much…”

“Rest still my shining light, rest still. I want to make this the first morning for the rest of your life.”

John moved slowly as he reached for the scented oil that lay close by. When he opened it, the smell of fresh strawberries joined the hint of jasmine. After applying a small amount to his masculine hands, he touched his soul mates shoulders and pressed firmly to the tantalizing shoulders of his wife. The soft, almost silent moan that escaped her ruby lips was all the acceptance John needed.


Nulli Para Ora January 17, 2013 at 7:19 pm

Very nice! Thanks for sharing, Don. :)


Don Livingston January 17, 2013 at 7:26 pm

Anything for you Dear. Oh wait, let me ask my wife it’s ok to say that. LOL


Nulli Para Ora January 17, 2013 at 7:43 pm

Ha! Don’t get killed. :P


La Chica G January 18, 2013 at 12:06 am

Don you hopeless romantic you. Very nice????????


Don Livingston January 18, 2013 at 5:39 am

Thanks but don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to ruin my reputation.


Jaz Cullen January 20, 2013 at 7:43 am

Don, Don, Don, the next time I hear you talk yourself down about your writing I may need to beat you senseless, with you wife’s permission of course hehehehe.

This is beautiful. There is so much love shining through in your words. I’m blown away reading this, my friend #hugs


Don Livingston January 23, 2013 at 6:43 pm

My dearest friend Miss Cullen, you of all people should realize that every author thinks their writings won’t amount to a hill of chocolate covered cherries. I have my short comings, but there is one thing I know true to my heart that I will NEVER do, give up. Someone once told me during after very troubled helicopter ride, “Courage is not the absence of fear, it’s the acceptance of its existence.” To make a point, I only fear my wife when I’m asleep. ROFLMAO.


Elaine/Mazuri January 22, 2013 at 10:44 am

Excellent Job, Don! Very sweet and romantic :)


CCDreamz January 17, 2013 at 7:14 pm

Makes me want to light up some incense and see what develops. Loved it!


Nulli Para Ora January 17, 2013 at 7:21 pm

Thanks, Ccdreamz! I’m glad you liked it. :)


Misty January 17, 2013 at 11:51 pm

Where are all the talented authors like Don and yourself hiding out? I think this is a wonderful way to see everyone jump into the middle of everyone else’s story.


Nulli Para Ora January 18, 2013 at 1:48 pm

Jump in the middle, or start your own. It’s all good here. :)


Don Livingston January 18, 2013 at 2:15 pm

My dearest Misty, please feel free to tell us just a small tale of what goes through your mind when you see the snaking trail of smoke floating softly into the night air.

You truly don’t know how I long for your labor sentences and spine tingling paragraphs. How you close your eyes and picture from scene to scene how it all plays out.

Please tell ALL your faithful friends how you see it. I await your take…with baited breath.


Eva Lefoy January 18, 2013 at 12:27 am

I think of incense in religious terms. I think of a moment of silent contemplation. Musings, most definitely!


Nulli Para Ora January 18, 2013 at 1:47 pm

I like the way images evoke so many different thoughts and feelings. Thanks for stopping by, Eva. :)


Misty January 18, 2013 at 1:57 pm

you said you wanted authors and writers of which I am neither. I need to do some practice before I attempt anything and I need surgery on my finger first. I’m not supposed to be tying at all….and even a short story but the time I got enough words the story would have taken a whole different turn and my part wouldn’t make sense. Oh well it’s a great learning experience, I just wish more authors would join in…..


Nulli Para Ora January 18, 2013 at 2:01 pm

If you’re inspired by a picture used in a Musing, feel free to write what comes to mind. It doesn’t have to be tied to what was posted, it can be a poem, a sentence, a sentiment, a memory, whatever you like. Musings are practice :)

If you’re not supposed to type, take it easy on those fingers. The pics will still be here when you recover.


Mazuri January 18, 2013 at 2:57 pm

I’ll bite! This is from the After the Reveal world, obviously, and gives a bit of an insight to a possible new story sometime in the distant future.


Urúvion watched the smoke rise from the thin stick of incense, mesmerized by its swirling, random pattern. As a small piece of ash fell to the table to join so many of its brethren, the King of Kings wondered whether it had really been placed here for the patient’s benefit or his own. The calming scent of Amber Thorn blossoms mixed filled the luxurious chamber and some of the tension eased from his shoulders. He gazed at the wounded elf who lay pale and still upon the deep indigo blankets and added another round of prayers to those he had already whispered that day. The Matron of House Ealoren had done well with the healing; the rest was up to the Seldarine.

As the twin suns danced across the cerulean sky, the Arbiter warred with the decision he’d made all those centuries before. Had he been right in suppressing that which was granted by the gods as a blessing? Was he truly such a slave to duty and his people that he would relegate two souls to a lifetime of heartache? Gazing upon the patient’s beautiful face framed by a wealth of soft brown hair, he added those questions to the rest that he put towards the elven gods. If he had been wrong, if he had subjected them both to such loneliness without cause…

More ash fell to the table as one of the suns slipped beneath the blanket of the horizon. The shadows shifted, lengthened; food was brought, ignored, and removed as the elven king sat watch over the most important member of his kingdom.

“My mate,” he whispered with tears rolling down his cheeks. Saying it aloud made his heart ache all the more for the centuries they had been so close and yet so distant.

The questions he’d pondered when he first felt the stirrings of the mating pull still remained. Questions concerning his kingdom and its people. Questions for which he still had no answers. Now, there were even more, besides. Should he reveal the truth, would his mate punish him for his secrets? Would the one creature who held his heart crush that fragile organ beneath their heel and walk away? King Urúvion Lithsumé of Kedaunnor, the Arbiter, the King of Kings had no answers.

And the ash continued to fall…


Nulli Para Ora January 18, 2013 at 3:01 pm

Wow! Great stuff, Mazuri. Thanks for joining in. :)


Don Livingston January 18, 2013 at 10:12 pm

Way to go Maz! I guess it’s on between you and Nulli. I’ll sit on the bench and watch. You two are so great……..did I mention how great you two are?


LaChica G January 19, 2013 at 5:43 pm

You’ve been on my ‘to read’ list for a while and this has definitely piqued my curiosity. Well done.


Jaz Cullen January 20, 2013 at 7:47 am

As always you hook the reader with even the briefest of words, Maz. Your imagination knows no bounds and you make the reader want more every time. Love this piece, love your *voice*. I can’t really say more than that :) I’m a fan!


Elaine/Mazuri January 22, 2013 at 10:47 am

Thanks, everyone! Your comments give me so many feels *dances*


Jaz Cullen January 19, 2013 at 8:33 am


Wave sounds?


Listening to some CD with whooshing noises was going to make everything perfect in my world?

The scary thing is this stupid psychotic nurse is probably paid double my salary to hand out a stupid CD to unsuspecting idiots like me!

Oh, okay, so she’s really a psychiatric nurse, not psychotic. Nevertheless, that doesn’t sound as much fun in my head, and as being a drama queen is my one main pleasure in life, I’m sticking with what I like best.



It’s funny how indignant that tone in your head can be when you’re in denial. I have it down to an art form. I can do the whole facial expressions and body language thing too. I am an artiste after all, a drama queen extraordinaire!

However, that’s beside the point here. Apparently, if I want to cope with life I have to learn to relax . I mean, who seriously relaxes anymore? This is the 21st century, everything is urgent. Everything comes with unreasonable deadlines. If we all start *relaxing* nothing will ever get done!

Ugh…that whiny, indignant voice again in my head. I need to work on that.

So, I’m slipping the CD on and I’ve already dimmed the lights. Hell, if I’m going to do this right I may as well light some candles and some incense. Makes sense doesn’t it? If you’re going to do something you’re as well as doing it whole-heartedly. We’re programmed to do everything in excess of 100% effort these days.

Yup…candles are lit, incense is burning, a rich deep aroma of exotic spices filling the room. Queue the wave sounds…YAY lucky me

Closing my eyes, listening to the quiet rush of static noise in my ears, the hot spice surrounding me, the gentle flicker of candle light seeping into my peripheral vision as my eyelashes flutter.

4 a.m.

All around me people are tucked up in bed sleeping. The single most important thing we can do as human beings, recharging our batteries for the next full day ahead. An activity I am so jealous of, as night after night I lay awake willing sleep’s warm embrace to welcome me into her arms.

Whoosh – crashing waves in my ears, the aroma of lavender assaulting my senses. Ghostly, ethereal flames join the dance as my lashes rise up, a long yawn escaping my lips.

Another long yawn, another deep inhalation of lavender.

Wave sounds?



Nulli Para Ora January 19, 2013 at 9:00 am

Very nice! Thanks for coming to play, Jaz. There will be more Musings next week. (Don is addicted) :)


Don Livingston January 19, 2013 at 9:26 am

I’m not that bad Nulli. Ok, maybe I am.


Don Livingston January 19, 2013 at 9:24 am

Outstanding Jaz. Nice take on the photo. Yep, nice – take – on… as he drifts off to la la land.


LaChica G January 19, 2013 at 6:11 pm

Interesting. That was excellent Jaz but what is this ‘relaxing’ you speak of? :-D


Elaine/Mazuri January 22, 2013 at 10:50 am

rofl never underestimate the effect of soothing waves! They sneak up on you and BAM! you’re asleep. Lovely vision there, Jaz. You can feel her disdain for the nurse’s “foolishness” even as she nods off.


Jaz Cullen January 19, 2013 at 8:35 am

#awesome reads here!!!!

Thank you so much for inviting me, Nulli. I have submmitted my little piece. Hope you enjoy it :)



Iread January 19, 2013 at 9:41 am

Corrected Post:
“What the fuck?” Khylon wondered when he awoke the next morning in a strange room, at a stange house, in a strange bed. The last thing he remembered was arriving at his play brother’s bachelor party. Tracy was finally marrying Jacina and everyone was happy for them. If two people were made for each other,those two definitely were.

Khylon opened the door when a strange old man appearedand offered them incense Wary at first, he told the man no. However, Keyon invited him in.They lit the fiery sticks and mayhem ensued.

The strippers arrived and the party was on.The last clear memory Khylon had was being led away by a cure caramel-skinned beauty to a back room. The next thing he knew he woke up alone in this place. Where? He had no idea.


Jaz Cullen January 20, 2013 at 7:48 am

Come on Flo…you can’t leave it like that. Enquiring minds want to know what he got up to with his caramel-skinned beauty ;) Nice work!!!!


Don Livingston January 19, 2013 at 9:46 am

Bachelor parties will do that to you. LOL.


Nulli Para Ora January 19, 2013 at 9:49 am

Uh oh! What happened here fellas? Thanks for joining in! :)


Iread January 19, 2013 at 12:45 pm


This was awesome. Thanks for inviting me. This was fun and ‘d love to participate in more of these. Don’s not the only one that’s addicted.



Nulli Para Ora January 19, 2013 at 1:00 pm

Excellent, because there will be more, and I’d love to have you. :)


Misty January 19, 2013 at 1:03 pm

I’m so jealous of all of you! Don has got me thinking that maybe next time I might able to jump in for a paragraph or two. Now where to begin here.
Mazuri…nothing but a glimpse into where your story has taken you next, I want more. I already feel for King Uruvion and want to know what’s going on and how he gets his mate and lives happily ever-after.
Jaz……I’m so envious of you ability to just pick up on the incense and write such a wonderful tale. I was left wondering if he was a vamp, maybe? I know besides the point. Anyway you are talented!!!!!
Iread…..Thank You. You to have encouraged me. By posting just a few really good paragraphs you are contributing to the story. You also did like Jaz and took the incense and followed the story. But strippers, hehe-he, I bet Nulli never thought this would end w/strippers….

I truly am looking forward to the next writing adventure. Nulli as a reader this was great because I got to see something totally different and really appreciate all of the authors I love to read and enjoy. And as someone who hopes to write herself this scares the hell out of me. But that’s good because it reminds me that it’s not really about writing a story it’s more about telling the whole story. So Thank You!


Nulli Para Ora January 19, 2013 at 1:12 pm

I’m glad you’re enjoying these Musings as much as I am. Inspiration is such a wonderful thing! Thanks for sharing. *hugs*


Jaz Cullen January 20, 2013 at 7:50 am

Misty you are always so supportive of all the authors you read. It’s an amazing quality you have and I for one am glad to count you a friend as I’m sure everyone is. Now what’s this about you writing????? hehehehehe Next time please!


Elaine/Mazuri January 22, 2013 at 10:52 am

Ditto what she said! I’d love to read something of yours but never underestimate your value as a supportive reader! It makes our little hearts flutter when you get as excited for us as we do about our work :)


Kate January 19, 2013 at 1:32 pm

Every time I smell Nag Champa, memories of him came rushing to my mind. I rarely burned it anymore as I can not bear the pain. It had been a year but still felt like yesterday. How had I made it a year without him. Many times I have wished for God to just be merciful and take me home as well.

I lay on the bed, eyes closed, thoughts racing, remembering all the good times.

How many times had I lain on this same bed, with the same incense burning, while my beloved massaged my tired limbs.

I could almost feel his loving hands on my calves, kneading and rubbing the soreness out of them. He worked his way up my thighs and then to my very round globes.

I rolled over automatically as my mind wandered through the vast land of memeories. I became extremely aroused as my thoughts turned to the hundres, thousands of times we had made love. No one had ever made my body feel the things that he had. Just a touch from him could have my panties drenced.

I could feel his hands all over my body. I was panting in anticipation. Then it happened, we became one. The slow, romantic love making had me floating on a cloud of bliss. Our crescendo came at the same time and we lay in each others arms, savoring each other.

I woke suddenly. The incense was stoll burning. I had drifted asleep, lulled by the smell and memory of the love we had shared. What a wonderful dream I had. Or….was it a dream. There was a bottle of massage oil on the night stand that was not there when I lay down………………


Nulli Para Ora January 19, 2013 at 1:49 pm

Ooh, a mystery! Nice one, Mikothebaby. :)


Don Livingston January 19, 2013 at 1:52 pm

ARRRRGGGGG!!!! Where’s the damn vote button? I’ve rolled up and down this damn page and can’t find it!!!!! 10 stars!!!!!!!!


Iread January 19, 2013 at 1:57 pm

I need more. Would love to read more of this. Fantastic writing.


Kate January 19, 2013 at 2:06 pm

thank you all.


LaChica G January 19, 2013 at 6:14 pm

Wait! No! Keep going!!!!!


Jaz Cullen January 20, 2013 at 7:51 am

Ah Kate, that was lovely!!!! Who says you can’t write? I’m so glad you stepped away from editing and shared with everyone here. I loved reading your work and hope to read some more again one day #hugs


Elaine/Mazuri January 22, 2013 at 10:56 am

Love this and would like to read more (in a way). I’m undecided as to whether I’d like the mystery to remain intact or discover the truth. Is he a dream made real? A ghost? Did she sleepwalk and put the bottle there? Put it there before going to bed without remembering it? Sometimes the mystery is better than what my brain can conjure so, yeah. Totally undecided about knowing the truth lol

Regardless, excellent read!


Amber Livingston January 19, 2013 at 1:41 pm

She inhales, as the rush of a unknown, musky scent fills her lungs. Before her stands a slender, singular incent. An ember burning emits a strand of smoke, with a very interesting smell. There are ashes scattered on the end table; burnt remains of the burning stick. The woman closes her eyes, relaxed, and sighs. It smells so fresh, like sandalwood. As she puts it out, she lies down on her bed, and falls into the peaceful rhythm of sleep.


Nulli Para Ora January 19, 2013 at 1:48 pm

Thanks for joining in, Amber! Great description of the incense. :)


Don Livingston January 19, 2013 at 1:53 pm

Nice job Sparkplug!!!


Nulli Para Ora January 19, 2013 at 1:57 pm



Iread January 19, 2013 at 1:57 pm

Love it. Excellent description.


LaChica G January 19, 2013 at 6:15 pm

Makes me want to go and light one now. Very nice.


Jaz Cullen January 20, 2013 at 7:54 am

Amber, I really enjoyed reading your interpretation. I can see the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree in the Livingston family and you share your Dad’s talent :)

Nice to meet you and I look forward to reading more soon!


Tanja/Mokkelke January 19, 2013 at 9:31 pm


Darkness surrounded him, a strange smell wafted up his nose. It teased him into investigating where it came from. He tried looking around but the blackness blocked every chance for him to even pin point where he was, where he was going, he felt lost.
Closing his eyes, he hoped his other senses would help him. His hands stretched out before him, he took one careful step after the other, every now and then moving his arms to the left or right.
The smell was getting stronger and more familiar too.
He stopped abruptly as he could heard some soft jingling bells coming dead ahead. Tilting his head, he concentrated hard but the bells were all he heard, no footsteps, no bristling of clothes. Moving forward the sound grew louder and suddenly he recognized the smell: incense! He knew of only one person who used the stuff and that person hated his guts.
*Why am I smelling this? I didn’t go near her place for years!*
Curiosity joined the confusion at his predicament as he slowly shuffled forward. The sounds grew louder and more and more details started seeping through his consciousness. Yet he still had no frigging clue what the hell was going on, where he was or how he got there. His mind was as blank as the darkness was pitch black.
“Thomas, wake the fuck up, you drunken idiot!”
He cringed at the sudden yelling and the pokes he got in his side. His arms flayed around him trying to fight off the woman who was shouting at him.
“Don’t you try this crap with me! I know you’re awake. Get your drunken butt off my porch, you have no business here!” the tirade continued as he battled to try and get to grips what was happening.
Bit by bit, he managed to open his eyes only to get caught in the fierce red curls his nemesis sported. Curls he always dreamed of burying his face into.
And that is just what he did. as fast as lightning he grabbed the woman hovering over him and pulled her on top of him. He knew this was the only chance he’d get to ever get this close to her for he was sure she would hate his guts even more now though he still hasn’t figured out why she hated him in the first place.
“Thomas, release me this instance!” She tried pushing against his chest to get up.
“Firstly, I’m not drunk, I never drink. If I reek of alcohol it’s because one of my mates spilled his beer all over me.
Secondly, I have no idea how I ended up here. Probably my sugar levels dropped and I needed to get somewhere familiar.
Thirdly, why do you hate me so? For twenty years you hated me while all I wanted to be was your friend.”
He let her go just a little bit so he could sit up. Things were starting to come back to him. With his diabetic status he miscalculated for his next shot and he didn’t get home in time. Passing her house he figured she would figure out what was going on, he never had made his condition a secret.
The incense, that was always burning just outside her house, made him feel calmer, feel safe, make him belief things would be ok.
Still holding her, he could see the green in her eyes grow darker as he countered her yelling. he felt her relax just a tiny bit.
(I’m gonna stop here and hope the next picture will help me move this further along ;) so giving this my own twist and let the future picture lead the way.)


Nulli Para Ora January 19, 2013 at 9:38 pm

Nice start! Now the pressure’s on for me. Let’s hope you find something to grow on in the next photo. Thanks for playing! :)


Jaz Cullen January 20, 2013 at 7:57 am

Tan, I love everything you do and this is no exception. What I love the most about it, is that the story will continue, hopefully, with the next image to guide it.

You are always one to think outside of the box, as with Adam’s story when you used other authors to *speak* the written voice for your characters. I wish I could think as outside of the box as you do. Loved it!!!! #hugs


Don Livingston January 20, 2013 at 8:25 am

Simply fantastic. For that to come out of a singular picture proves you are so very talented. I wouldn’t call this outside the box, more like outside the store that sells the box. Loved it.


Elaine/Mazuri January 22, 2013 at 10:59 am

Adore this! Interesting idea on doing a series driven by the pictures. I’d love to know more about this couple and why the girl dislikes him so (or does she? hmm…maybe she’s hiding her attraction to him in the only way she knows how?).

Yeah, so I’m plotting. I’ll back away now XD


Tonya January 28, 2013 at 11:29 pm

:) ah now see… one should always read a work of art from the beginning


Jaz Cullen January 20, 2013 at 7:40 am

I’ve had more time today to read these again and comment more fully. Yesterday was a frustrated author day though I must confess I enjoyed the diversion of writing here very much, so thank you once more for the invite :)

Nulli – I love your interpretation. It’s hard to nail down emotions in a short piece because you have limited words to make the reader care about the people involved. You nailed it perfectly and I especially love the realism within the story. Excellent!!


Nulli Para Ora January 20, 2013 at 10:04 am

Thanks, Jaz! *hugs*


Misty January 20, 2013 at 2:46 pm

Kate you are a great writer, no more saying you can’t write because then you’re lying to not only to yourself but to your new fans also. As for when you can find the time to write again, I know it won’t be easy because w/o you all my favorite authors wouldn’t read as well as they do now. According to them you are “The Editor” of all editors. Of course you get to read everything first but that’s the break you get…hehe-he

Amber I am so impressed w/what you have written. I think it was Jaz who said the apple doesn’t fall from the tree and she was right only your tree and your apples will be much bigger than dads if you continue to write because you have the advantage of age over dad. Sometimes it’s better to be younger and this is one of those times.

Tanja as always your stories take me someplace unexpected and this was no exception. From drunk to diabetic, to having the woman of his dreams start to relax in his arms and …….no you stopped. Like Jaz you are becoming a professional teaser…..hehe-he…..looking forward to more…


Elaine January 22, 2013 at 10:39 am

Lovely lovely! Finally getting around to commenting (sharing a computer sucks… don’t ask. Long story.). It gave me a “Gift of the Magi” vibe which I adored. Excellent job :)


Don Livingston January 26, 2013 at 10:07 am

Okay, this may be jumping the gun here a bit, but I’ve noticed something on this site that is quite surprising. Most of us posting our little rants of fantasy are current authors with a good following on Lit. Okay there’s a few of you with a hoard of people reading your works, but I’ve noticed TWO very talented writers that do not post on Lit. I think it might be time to nudge those two females into the spot light and watch as they go from author to paparazzi victims. I truly believe that it’s time for Misty Turner and Kate Olsen to emerge from their cocoons and spread their wings. Who else has had the same idea?


EvilSnoman January 27, 2013 at 4:07 pm

Oh I wish I could post a musing, but I am hard at work. The little picture has made the muse very very excited. So excited in fact I’ve written 5 pages so far and still counting. Maybe just maybe I’ll put it up on the blog… Stand by, this one could get good. :)


Nulli Para Ora January 27, 2013 at 4:12 pm

*claps hands*


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