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Post by venusinscorpio on Nov 27, 2004 13:11:18 GMT -5
Blond? Sounds like fun!
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Post by itsanowenthing on Nov 27, 2004 14:07:17 GMT -5
An amazing piece of writing, as always HT! What a wonderful way to slide back into the world of Wilson's after a long (maybe too long, lol) visit with the family. Like everyone else...I want more!!!!!!!! (*woman, you have got to get this stuff published!!!!)  |
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Post by lotus on Nov 27, 2004 20:15:06 GMT -5
No offense but I just tripped over this thread and I am glad that I did.
That was a really beautiful piece of writing.
I can't wait until you write some more.
I have one question for you. Why don't you write a book?
You have the ability to do so and I can assure you that I would definitely buy any books of yours. ;D
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Post by hurltomato on Nov 28, 2004 5:28:09 GMT -5
Too many turkeys on the red carpet in LA, too many air miles on a flying 747 turkey and too much turkey surrounded by unfamiliar company for the holiday. His thoughts were decidedly grim as he stepped into the swirling outdoor spa at his parent's home. He just wanted relaxation, a beer, and the uncomplicated presence of his older brother who would be down to join him any minute. He hardly felt the coolness of the clear night and the darkened patio was lit only by a dim, watery moon and the shimmering pastel blue underwater lights of the spa. Selecting one of the two brews he had brought with him, he unscrewed the cap and felt the heated water soothe jangled nerves from the shoulders down. Too bad soaking your head can't erase the anticipated stress of the month ahead, as he drew his head backward to wet the wheaten strands and his hair took on the hue of tarnished brass. The promotion circuit on his last picture had been a killer...
Taking two long overdue pulls from the nearby brown bottle, he leaned back closing his tired eyes, the corner of his mouth turned upward as he remembered the lame excuse his younger brother had given his mother for his absence this "festive season." Something unbelievable, something mumbled about a gourmet cooking class? Right Bro- Oughta get that recipe for marinated chick breasts, sweet gams (err...yams) and a honey-lemon glaze over everything. Imagine that... a recipe that expends calories instead of stockpiling them! On the other hand, there was also residual resentment that his younger brother had managed to escape the mandatory politeness extended to the myopic daughter of their parent's dinner guests. All through Thanksgiving, she had been scared to death to even look at him over the carefully draped table. Truth be told, if that fussy French braid had been pulled any tighter, her chunky squared lenses would have slid down her tiny nose into the cranberry sauce.
Head resting on the lip of the spa, he only heard the chink of the glass-topped patio table behind him, as his older brother emptied his pockets. " 'Bout time you got here. Grab that other brew and get comfortable, I'm about ready to go to sleep here." He heard the turning hiss and ping of the dropped bottle cap and felt the water level rise as his brother stepped into the bubbling jets. The accompanying low sigh and growled aahh of appreciated refreshment made him smile and yawn again as a breeze wafted over his wet face. Eyes still closed, he felt his attention drift before a sleep shudder brought him slowly back from the relaxation of darkness.
"Sorry, I must have knocked off there a minute...whaaat- happened to the spa lights," he began, before a dream-like visage appeared across the jets opposite him. Geez Marie- was that a sultry Rita Hayworth in a turquoise tankini or wishful thinking? Shoulder-length chestnut waves were wet at the ends, but the ginger-frosted hair shone in the pale moonlight. The heated mist rose from the surface, teasing his questonable alertness and making her presence seem surreal. She moved around the perimeter till she could grab the amber bottle at the side of the tub and offered it to him. Taking a careful sip, he watched as she brought it to her own polished pink mouth and tipped back to finish the remaining dregs. Setting it aside, she moved closer and slid one hand along his jaw to the back of his neck, threading her fingers through the dark-gold tangles. Her other hand came to rest on his knee and an equally polished pink fingernail flicked at an old bicycle battle scar, making upward circles through the thigh-dusted whorls, as rusty as her own. Her face was shadowed away from the weak moonlight, yet the limp rays glistened off her shoulders and dewed torso, overheated from the rising steam. Self-control had become a lost ideal, as his gaze fixed on the shining perspiration and echoed a similiar effect with his own physical response. Brew bottle empty, mouth too dry, he reached out to harness the only moisture visible and available. Salted female elixir created solely for his base refreshhment, resting on the rim of pale freckles, scattered over impressive swells. One long strong stroke, beginning at her collarbone and tonguing the edge of her too-blue suit, lapping, following Circe's curve down into a private shadowed valley... holy margarita madness... Shifting position, he slipped from the spa's ledge down into the churning water.
"What the hell?" Fully alert, he emerged from the water and tossed his wet hair back, spinning around searching for his own personal sexual apparition, but seeing only the white vapor spiraling upward in the glare of the underwater lights. He was definitely alone, his brother had left and the residual moonlight had been snuffed out by patchy dark clouds. Experiencing lingering arousal and a sense of inexplicable loss, he climbed out of the spa into reality. Breathing deeply, he walked over to the house, flipped on the patio lights and grabbed his towel to ward off the chilled night air. Had it been a wistful imagining for an over-committed, over-extended, over partied-out guy? With dismal expectation, he reached over to retrieve his empty beer bottle by the Jacuzzi ledge and brought it over to the small glass-topped table to place it next to...his brother's??
Two brown bottles, both totally empty, both marked by a distinctive polished pink smear. Both resting by a pair of chunky squared lenses that had likely seen so much more than the shimmering pastel blue underwater lights of the neglected spa...
And Just How was Your Thanksgiving Gals...?? - HurlT[/b] ;D
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Post by bunnypanda on Nov 28, 2004 6:37:00 GMT -5
Ohhh  That was a very dreamy, stress-relieving moment HurlT ;D ;D ;D Oh thank you, thank you  You really do a lot for us...and I know you enjoyed writing it so much but not as much as I enjoyed reading it |
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Post by fergie on Nov 28, 2004 9:57:57 GMT -5
I second those emoticons BP, HurlT you are awesome Have you thought about a career in marriage guidance? I'll tell you why... Was out for a meal with hubby last night and we got on to talking about fantasies  I was rambling on about Justin Hawkins and Luke Wilson and husbando was looking a little forlorn... Saying that he though I would certainly live out my fantasy with either one of them, then your words came back to me.... hurltomato wrote:Except I took artistic licence and modified them to suit him. Worked a treat and I meant it too! Hope you don't mind. Thanks goddess of words |
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Post by Remi on Nov 28, 2004 10:42:27 GMT -5
So THAT'S where I left my glasses! ;D Thanks HT for the dream! It was beautiful! |
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Post by Natalie on Nov 28, 2004 11:23:30 GMT -5
I'm speechless HT. Your writing is wonderful!
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Post by Librarian on Nov 28, 2004 18:04:40 GMT -5
Well done! Amazing! |
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Post by WilsonFreak on Nov 28, 2004 20:57:27 GMT -5
I found this site today - actually found in a year or so ago also but forgot about it - where you can take a test to discover your poetry IQ - it is so much fun!! I have to brag - I'm very proud of myself because I got 8 out of 11!!!! I love English so much, so this really is important to me!! Anyway, here is the link - take the test and let me know what you got! I thought HT and Peak especially would be interested in this. I am also posting a link to poems I wrote here - one for my Mom - who I love(d) and Miss So Much, and another I wrote for my Dad. The one for my Mom actually got printed in a poetry book, so I"m endlessly proud about that. The one for my DAd, unfortunately, never won the contest, but here it is online for anyone to see!! Please enjoy them. www.poetry.com/ - Just click on the link up top that says test your poetry IQ. www.poetry.com/Publications/search.asp - I am Bell, Lisa. Poem of A Daughter's Love and Remembering Dad. |
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Post by tequilaroses on Nov 28, 2004 21:51:15 GMT -5
Hurl-T - your talent is leaving my mind boggled!
You should write a novel! Seriously!
That was excellent!
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Post by Burnett2 on Nov 29, 2004 0:33:01 GMT -5
HurlT - That was beautiful, you are a terrific writer! You really should get published ;D BTW that beats my Thanksgiving! Waiting for more |
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Post by venusinscorpio on Nov 29, 2004 14:02:49 GMT -5
Hi, WilsonFreak,
I looked at that site and was wondering if you did both
parts of the test, ie the multiple choice and submitting a poem, to get your results?
Thanks for the site link!
ViS
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Post by WilsonFreak on Nov 29, 2004 16:48:24 GMT -5
Hi VIS!!!  I hope more people check out the link - I think it's really great!! Yes, I did both parts - the quiz and wrote a little silly poem. I don't really know if the poem matters much, I just popped one off about Owen!!  Let me know w hat you get!!! |
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Post by hurltomato on Nov 30, 2004 7:59:06 GMT -5
My all time favorite Roy O'Bannon scene has always been with Owen and Jackie sitting on opposite bunks in the jail. After Roy tells Chon to just relax, he asks to start over. In the dialogue Roy looks over at Chon, gives him a great smile and comments, "Man-you sure can fight..."
I have felt a little like that for the past few days reading your posts, relaxing while all of you sit on the opposite bunk, send a verbal smile and generously comment, "Man- you sure can write..."
You have brightened my days! Thanks for the many encouraging posts and personal messages...
HurlT[/b]
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