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and I decided to make a little writing challenge since we both like writing, we want to improve, but have little motivation. If anyone wants to join us, let either one of us know.
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Writing Challenge Accepted!

Month: October (2021)
Theme: Rain
Words: chalkboard, orange, cover

Wordcount: 1335

Title: Sunny Rain

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The rain hasn't stopped since last night. It was already October and the sky was still grey and cloudy. Nadim can still smell the scent of falling foliage and wet ground as the season transitions from summer to autumn, but the rain has made it a bit difficult to enjoy the warm earth tones of the falling maple leaves and chestnuts. 

He woke up a little after nine, head buried under the cover and a heavy duvet on top. The layers kept him warm, but it was insufficient. Since he couldn’t continue sleeping, Nadim headed to the bathroom and did what he needed to do, dressed in warm clothes and went into the kitchen. 

He first checked the chalkboard hung on one side of the wall. [Be back soon] was written on it. No one else he knew would bother going out in such weather. But then again, it was entirely a different place, a different demographic. He needed to stop comparing how things were normally for him and started to get used to the changes. Afterall, it wasn’t like he could go back anytime. 

With a mug of calming hot tea, Nadim arranged himself on the window seat; the pitter-patter of the rainwater against the bay window comforted him with its carefree rhythm as he picked out a book from the bookcase mounted on one side of the reading nook.  

It was the fourth book of that week. He never had much time reading before, always so busy in the rustle and bustle of his surroundings. He hardly had the time to take care of himself, let alone have the leisure of reading a book.

It wasn’t that he needed to work to his bones, it was the demands of the industry. There are many people like him, but Nadim didn’t do things half-heartedly, that was why he was sought after. And thanks to that, he also met Daniel. 

It wasn’t his first time conducting a solo tour, but Daniel was different from the people his company normally assigned to him. He listened to every story Nadim shared. He was attentive to every fact, every trivia Nadim explained to him. He was respectful and courteous - a proper gentleman in this modern day with suave style and good looks. Yet what made him most memorable to Nadim was his witty remarks. 

They were inseparable for two months. Daniel was there for business and needed a guide throughout his stay. Nadim noticed the meaningful stares from earlier on, but the flirtation was subtle, so was the touches. The final few weeks were filled with stolen kisses where no one could see. They always parted with frustration at the end of the day, wanting to calm the heat between them but impossible to do so without risk. 

Nadim recalled telling his maman, the only person who would speak fully in French with him. These days he mostly spoke in Arabic, although at work he had more chances to speak English and a little Spanish. Talking to maman always made him relax. Even though he no longer received any response, he always felt her presence in his heart. He still saw his father from time to time, but despite his new family being cordial, Nadim always felt like an outsider. He was neither French nor Arab. Always in between.

“You’re too much like Nadine,” his father often said to him with a small smile. 

The front door opened and closed, bringing in a familiar set of footsteps. Nadim finished his tea and set it aside, making enough space so Daniel could join him on the window seat. His smile was sunny when he greeted Nadim, even though he was looking a little better than a drowned rat at the moment. The Englishman reached for him and pressed his cold lips against Nadim’s tea-warmed ones. 

“You taste like orange,” Nadim commented when they parted a few inches. 

Daniel looked like a little kid who got caught with his hand in a jar of biscuits. “They’re selling a new bun with marmalade filling. I can’t resist a small bite at the store, but I bought some for you to try.”

Nadim lifted an eyebrow. 

“Alright, I had two buns, but I bought you three, which I don’t think you would be able to finish anyway,” Daniel confessed. 

Nadim chuckled in response, knowing full well that whenever Daniel went to get them breakfast, he always brought delicious things home, thinking ‘Nadim would like it’. He did have impeccable tastes, but Nadim didn’t usually eat breakfast, so Daniel would end up finishing half of his portion. 

“You could have sent someone to buy them, or skip breakfast today. Why do you have to go out in the rain?”

Daniel let out a “ha!”. “If we British people worry about a little rain and stay inside the whole day, half of the population would starve.” 

“That’s true, but I’d rather you stay in bed with me. It’s warmer.”

“We can get back in bed now. It won’t take long to get you warm.”

“No,” Nadim shook his head. “I’m going to eat that marmalade bun you bought while you get yourself a nice, warm, shower.” He pushed Daniel towards the bathroom. 

After pulling the door closed and leaving Daniel to shower alone, Nadim went into the kitchen and found the breakfast bag with the baked goods. He took a bite of the still-warm bun and smiled, agreeing silently with Daniel that the marmalade bun was delicious. 

Their first kiss was citrus-flavoured as well. Nadim recalled the two of them going on a trip to an orange farm in Agadir after Daniel had a glass of orange juice bought from a juice stand in Marrakech. Not many people knew that Morocco was the 15th biggest orange exporter in the world, so Nadim showed him where his favourite glass of Maroc Late was grown. 

“Is it good?” Daniel wrapped his arms around Nadim from behind and kissed his nape. His hair had grown long, so Daniel hardly touched any skin. 

“Mhmm.” He hummed. His late maman taught him not to talk with a full mouth. 

“What do you want to do today?” Daniel asked. 

Nadim swallowed his last bite and answered him. “I’m in your territory now, why don’t you decide.”

The answer to that was very simple. Daniel turned Nadim around, put his arms and legs around him and carried him back to bed. 

The first time they were together, they were so cautious. Daniel’s hotel room was a suite, so being loud was not a problem. But still, the danger or anyone finding out would land Nadim in prison. Nadim could lose everything and he would rather not involve his father and his family into his personal business. Daniel was leaving in a week and neither Nadim nor Daniel could contain their feelings anymore. Come morning, Daniel asked Nadim to return home with him. 

And Nadim said yes.  

He had some trouble getting used to the new weather, new people and new cultures, but just like how he was Daniel’s guide back in Morocco, Daniel did a wonderful job once they arrived in England. They went on trips together, visited the best places and ate good food. The best thing of all was that they didn’t have to hide their affections for one another. Holding hands and kissing were somewhat normal, though they still kept it minimal in public as they didn’t want to risk excessive PDAs.

The persistent morning rain muffled the sounds coming from the bedroom. Their fingers entwined, mouths molded together and bodies joined as Nadim writhed under Daniel. His slim legs wrapped tightly around Daniel’s hips as Daniel pushed deeper into him. The rain brought chills with it, but there was only room for heat in their bed. 

There might be a lot more rainy days here than in his home country, but Nadim would forever be warmed by his sunny love story with the man by his side. 

 

~ the end~

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

 

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Writing challenge - Accepted and completed!

This month's(October's) theme: Rain

3 given words: Feather, highlight, clue

Word count: 1056

Title: Blessed by the Rain

 

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Finally, the long working day in the lab was over. However, it seems that instead of heading home, professor Iriyu Kurama’s colleague - Eric, asked him to hang out together tonight. Of course, the fluffy silver-haired young man agreed. More so, he was thrilled because his old friend was the one, who showed the initiative. Besides, he always enjoys the brunette’s company, even if Iriyu saw him a bit more than just a good friend since they entered college. However, he wanted to avoid ruining their relationship by confessing his true feelings. That’s right, it was more than enough being a supportive and caring friend, who is always by Eric’s side when he needs him the most. Or so, convinced himself Kurama. For now, as he finishes putting on a long white color coat, Iriyu notices Eric, and now, he gives a warm smile and waves at him.

It was a calm autumn evening. Unfortunately, when they were chatting on their way, this couple was caught by the sudden rain. Yet, Iriyu widens his eyes, and he nearly loses his glasses, when Eric grabs his hand and prompts him to rush. Fortunately, one local café saved them from soaking wet. After entering inside and hanging their coats, these two take their place in the corner near the window.

Now, the sound of raindrops hitting the window accompanied by the bossa-nova music, and the scent of fresh brew coffee and cinnamon, creates a perfect relaxing atmosphere for a calm evening. Meanwhile, the waitress brought two cups of black coffee for them. However, the brunette lowers his shy gaze from Iriyu. Of course, it concerned the fluffy silver-head, and now, he asks ‘‘Is there anything wrong?’’. ‘‘I’m not sure if it is okay to say this, but…’’ replies Eric in an uncertain tone. However, Kurama only gives a kind look as he rests his head on his palm. Now he chuckles and comforts ‘‘What is it with you? You can tell me anything, Eric.’’.

However, the brunette only sighs and defends himself’ ‘‘Are you sure? But I don't know… You might hate me after this.’’. ‘‘How could I be ever mad at you? So, you won’t know, unless you try.’’ Iriyu backfires as he placed his hand on the table. All of a sudden, he felt how he was touching something soft and warm. After noticing his colleague's blushing face, he knew something was off. When he looks down, the silver-haired young man’s cheeks were dyed in a lovely shade of pink. That's right, he was touching Eric’s hand. When he withdraws his hand, both of them turned their shy gaze from each other. Yet, while Kurama was staring at the falling raindrops, he could hear the brunette standing up and him declaring in a slightly nervous tone ‘‘Then, wait for a second!… I just need to get something from my coat’s pockets.’’. Of course, the silver-head was clueless about what his friend meant, and he just follows him with a dumbfounded gaze.

Soon enough, the brunette returns to his seat while placing a small package wrapped with red ribbon. As Eric sits down, he gently pushes the package to the other side of the table ‘‘Here.’’. Iriyu only gave a curious gaze to his colleague, while having no clue about the reason behind this kind gesture. Yet, when he opens the package, Kurama notices a small long square box and envelope. When he quickly reads the letter and fixes his glasses. As the fluffy silver-head cracks a smile by reading the scramble of many random words, he asks Eric ‘‘I don’t get it. What is the meaning of this?’’.

However, the brunette politely objects ‘‘You haven’t even touched that box yet. Then I’ll tell you what to do next.’’. For now, Kurama plays along with his rules. After opening the box, he noticed a snow-white feather, which top was dyed in golden paint. Yet, as Iriyu takes a better look, he realized that it was a feather ballpoint pen. When he takes the pen into his hand, he points the feather at Eric while teasing him ‘‘And what do you want me to do with it, Eric?~ Or do you want me to grade your ‘masterpiece’?’’.

Despite that, the brunette replies in a confident, yet slightly shaky voice ‘‘Highlight every third word and when you’re done, try to read. However, I would completely understand, if you would want to cut any ties with me after that…’’. Nevertheless, Kurama softens his gaze and comforts his old friend, who looked like a scolded puppy ‘‘Eric, you know that I would never do that. So, you can have faith in me. Anyway, let’s see what kind of puzzle you prepared for me.’’. Lastly, Iriyu’s face becomes serious as he begins to solve the brunette’s mystery.

Word after a word, the silver-haired male is getting closer to his goal, while his colleague impatiently awaits. It didn’t take long, and Kurama placed down the pen on the side. Finally, he begins to read the letter. Meanwhile, the fluffy silver head covers his mouth and lowers his head. As Eric feared the most, the worst-case scenario happened. So, after nervously swallowing saliva, the brunette waits for the final verdict.

However, Iriyu only gives a warm gaze and gentle smile to Eric. Now, he speaks up in a gentle tone ‘‘If I just knew that earlier… I would have done it already. I’m so glad that you feel this way.’’. Of course, such a reaction relieved the brunette, whose face was glowing in excitement. Now, as he carefully placed his palm on top of his partner, Eric comments ‘‘And when I thought that you’ve seen and treated me just as a close friend… So, I didn’t want to push our boundaries and destroy them with a simple ‘ I love you ’ .’’. Yet, instead of countless words, Kurama leans closely and places his hand behind the brunette’s head. Finally, he pulls Eric into a kiss, which is short, but gentle.

Perhaps, the same rain, which puts a lot of people in a gloomy mood, can wash down all your worries and doubts as well. More importantly, the same droplets can help the seeds to grow into beautiful flowers. The same could be said about the rain letting bloom a beautiful relationship.

 

 

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          #001 image October | untitled | word count: 1122
             theme image rain
                words image carousel, acorn, jelly

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The wind almost blew the umbrella out of Donovan’s hand as he exited the building. When he left home the rain had just started and he didn’t actually think he’d need the umbrella, but took it either way. He was glad for it now. While holding the groceries in his other hand, he started walking home. The store wasn’t that far from his place, but if he knew the rain would get more furious, he would have drove instead of walking. His pants were already getting wet and he even sneezed twice.

A cold was the last thing Donovan needed, he had a ton of work still, so he couldn’t afford to take a day, or even an afternoon, off. It was his own fault for taking work home at the end of the day, but he didn’t seem to be able to break the habit. Ever since he started, from day one, he wanted to show he was a reliable employee, and while that worked great in his career, his personal life had to suffer along with his mental well-being. He had to deal with it and had to deal with it soon.
After he was done with his current accounts.

Donovan decided to take the long way home. Not ideal, but the short way featured a few potholes he wanted to avoid. You’d think living in a big city offered a higher quality of life, but Donovan quickly learned that was not true. It did offer, however, a wide range of pretty faces to look at. Like the one he just spotted across the street. He knew the man, didn’t know his name, but he was very well acquainted with his mouth.

The very attractive waiter he met just a few nights ago didn’t have an umbrella. He was looking at something through the window of a store and didn’t seem aware that he was getting soaked.

Donovan pondered if to approach him or not. He almost didn’t. He normally wouldn’t, but it was the least he could do.

He crossed the street and hesitated before getting closer. He looked at the man, studied him. He had been able to see him more clearly in the restaurant, the light had been stronger. Now, with only the street lamp and obscured by the rain, Donovan wondered how was he able to even recognise him.

His blond hair stuck to his forehead and it looked longer now. Of course, curly hair was always longer when wet, Donovan knew that, but he was still surprised. When the man sneezed, Donovan remembered what he was supposed to do.

“Forgot your umbrella?” He asked as casually as he could.
The man turned towards him, startled.

“Is that something you want to buy?” Donovan asked referring to the toy carousel the man had been mesmerised by. It was an expensive one with a heavy wooden base, white and red roof, and–one, two, three…–nine horses that Donovan could see. It was big, looked handmade with beautiful details and the price reflected all of that.

“Was thinking about it.” He paused. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Oh, um. Yeah, not really.” Donovan stammered.

They stared at one another for a few seconds, Donovan feeling increasingly stupid. Why didn’t he think about how awkward this encounter would be? Who goes and says ‘hi’ to the guy who casually sucked him off two nights before? They didn’t even exchange names, Donovan didn’t know anything about the man except where he worked and that he had a magical set of skills.

Donovan scrambled for an excuse, maybe telling him he mistook him for someone else, apologising and going on his way, but something that looked like a faded bruise on the man’s jaw made him hesitate again. He laughed nervously.

“I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have popped up like this. I’m, uh- We met…” He made a jacking off motion with his hand. The man looked at him, rightfully so, like he’d lost his mind. “At the restaurant.” And that seemed to jog the man’s memory because he looked surprised. Yes, Donovan didn’t think this through.

“So you want a repeat? I’m flattered, but I’m not sucking you off in the middle of the street.” He deadpanned, offended.

“Oh my G-! No, no-no! I’m so sorry, this is not what… I just saw you and-” Donovan stopped when the man started laughing. Could he make more of a fool out of himself?

“I’m just messing with you. So what do you want?”

Donovan realised he wasn’t close enough as to shelter the man from the rain, and he also remembered that that was what he wanted to do in the first place. So he took two steps towards the man.

“I didn’t want you to get any wetter.” He received a confused look in exchange, but at least the man didn’t say he was crazy and run away. “I think we did this whole thing backwards. I’m Donovan.”

“This whole thing? What thing?”

“I don’t know. Getting to know each other? Becoming friends?” Or something more as Donovan discovered he wanted.

“Friends, huh? Okay, I’ll bite. I’m Elias.”

“Elias… Nice meeting you, Elias.”

They fell into a sort of spell, looking at one another, seemingly studying one another, without saying anything. The silence stretched so long it grew uncomfortable.

“So, are you buying that?” Donovan asked referring to the carousel. Elias pondered for a moment before answering.

“Not worth it. I think I’d rather pick an acorn from the park. Same effect.” There was a bitterness behind his words that Donovan could not place. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to know more about Elias, to know how he got that damn bruise and why a toy carousel and an acorn would have the same effect–what kind of effect? For whom? Why?

Donovan’s insides seemed to turn to jelly in the face of the realisation that he genuinely wanted to know more about Elias. Up until seeing him today he didn’t think about him. Actually, no, he did think. He thought with amusement at everything that led to their little escapade in the restaurant’s bathroom, he thought with lust at what they’ve done, and a little bit of shameful pride, but what he was feeling right now he couldn’t name. More lust? Yes, definitely. Desire? Some of that as well. But what else?

“The rain doesn’t look like stopping and I see you have no umbrella, I could walk with you wherever you need to go. I’d feel guilty if I’d leave you like this.”

Intrigued. He felt intrigued.

Elias hesitated, but agreed. They walked towards the park, away from Donovan’s place, but he didn’t mind.

 

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Well done, writers! Now that we have posted our stories, it's time for us to give comments, and by comments I mean building criticism and not negative thrashing ;) Anyone who stumbles upon this post is also welcome to comment on any of the stories posted. Please be respectful in your comments as the purpose of this thread is to improve the writers (me included) in their writing! 

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Thank your for joining our challenge! I think "Blessed by the Rain" has a sweet and innocent-like feeling to it, with a dash of bittersweet nuances between the two characters. I like the classic friends-to-lovers concept as well. 

Writing-wise, I would like to suggest that you try to separate the dialogues between different characters instead of putting them in the same paragraph.

On 10/26/2021 at 10:10 PM, Fmkitty said:

‘‘Are you sure? But I don't know… You might hate me after this.’’. ‘‘How could I be ever mad at you? So, you won’t know, unless you try.’’

To untrained eyes, it could be confusing determining who is saying what despite the sentence after clearly indicates whose comment it was. It will also make the paragraphing much neater if the dialogues are separated. Other than that, a little attention to punctuation marks would do a lot of difference as well. Anyway, you did a good job in incorporating the 3 word choices into your story.

All in all, I think we have a great start! I know people have their own writing styles, but there is always room for improvement and this is one of the reasons why we came up with this challenge. I look forward to your future posts and you're welcome to comment on my work as well!

 

 

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 I was actually enjoying the "innocent" vibe until I saw that part where Donovan is well acquainted with Elias' mouth. Heh, I went :onionn6:when I came to that particular part. You have a very mature way of writing (to me) and your story makes me want to know more about the characters in a "wth is going on with these people, so sus" kinda way. I know about your plans for the future, but I'm a little frustrated that the story just ends there. Maybe add a little more hint/sneak peak in the future? This is like an evil, evil teaser. I loved how you used "carousel" in your story and I cant wait for the next challenge. 

 

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2 hours ago, 3ruri said:

Writing-wise, I would like to suggest that you try to separate the dialogues between different characters instead of putting them in the same paragraph.

On 10/26/2021 at 5:10 PM, Fmkitty said:

‘‘Are you sure? But I don't know… You might hate me after this.’’. ‘‘How could I be ever mad at you? So, you won’t know, unless you try.’’

To untrained eyes, it could be confusing determining who is saying what despite the sentence after clearly indicates whose comment it was. It will also make the paragraphing much neater if the dialogues are separated. Other than that, a little attention to punctuation marks would do a lot of difference as well. Anyway, you did a good job in incorporating the 3 word choices into your story.

All in all, I think we have a great start! I know people have their own writing styles, but there is always room for improvement and this is one of the reasons why we came up with this challenge. I look forward to your future posts and you're welcome to comment on my work as well!

My... Thank you for the feedback!

Perhaps, when I thought that it clear who is speaking, but it seems that this kind of pointing out made me rethink this. So, yeah, I'll try to separate dialogs next time in incoming one-shot. However, even if I didn't quite understand about the punctuation. Yet, I'll try to figure that out.

 

 

 

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, I already gave you my feedback for your story, but I'll put it here too. 
     I liked it a lot, the characters were in a very risky situation and I'm glad they found a safe space. Daniel had a very good idea there and I am happy about that. About the words, nice integration. Orange seemed odd in the first instance there with the missing s, but you have plenty others in the story so it's great. Other than that, the story only needs a super quick edit (we all do) and it is awesome! 
     Also, the pairing is great. I can't wait to read the next one! image

     

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, there are a few things that stood out to me. I also noticed the dialogue, basically what 3ruri said, but there are two more things as well. 
     The verb tenses confused me, you use both present and past and I don't know with which (I just butchered this word, lol, kept writing witch) I should stick. And the other thing, you repeated the word however very often, it's almost one every paragraph. 
     Other than that, the story is very cute, nice use of the words, and it made me smile. I hope you will participate again because I really want to see what's next! image

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Writing Challenge Accepted!

Month: November (2021)
Theme: Villain
Words: coat, mask, laughter
Wordcount: 1499 words

Title: My Life as a Villain

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>> This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. <<

 

It wasn’t easy being a villain. I have been following the villainous path for a couple of years now, but I still couldn’t get the hang of it. The starting part was easy; choose your villain name - check. Have you got your villain costume? - check. Is there a superhero near you? - check. Does he already have an enemy? - well now he does, check. 

The not so easy part was that the superhero was also your landlord. Supposedly, that would make it easier for you to mess him up, but when you’re a little short of rent money at the end of the month, you kind of have to lower your standards and knock on his door to ask for an extension. 

In what universe would a villain live in a converted apartment and could only be described as broke? That’s why they never would feature me in a movie, ‘cause my story sucks.

Am I going to fast with this story? I always do that. Sometimes I thought about a hundred things at once. It seemed like my brain was a lot better at multitasking than I am. When I was younger, my mom told me I needed to focus, so she took me to an art class. It turned out quite well and I had used the skills I honed into a profession, namely, a tortured artist. 

So, back about me being a villain. How did little ol’ me embark into this path? To be honest, I don’t want to blame other people because it was fully my choice, but sometimes you just had enough. Most villains started that way, right? A bullied kid in school grew up with pent-up anger, suddenly discovered a special talent and now taking it out on people who made his life miserable - classic. 

Did I make you curious enough on what I do? It came back to painting. I specialized in scenery. To be more precise, I painted my bullies into undesirable scenes; naked during a public speech, flat tires in the middle of nowhere, being chased by a swarm of bees - to name a few. It sounded pretty benign and it was. No harm done even when what I painted came true in real life. It was fun to watch the lively canvas as my chosen ‘victims’ went through the ordeals.

Let me get this straight. Even though I’m a villain, I’m not a “super” villain. I mean, I could have drawn apocalyptic scenes or terrorist attacks or grand robbery, but I didn’t and I wouldn’t. I only wanted justice for myself since no one had given it to me when it was due. 

This was also the reason why I hated my landlord, a.k.a the superhero, a.k.a my enemy. He had thwarted my attempts at revenge quite a few times. For some reason, he would appear at the scenes and save my bullies even though I never included him in my painting. I wasn’t blaming him for doing his job, but, where was he when I needed him?

Anyway, apart from being a mediocre villain, I also had terrible luck. It was sunny when I left my apartment to get supplies for my current project. I was just leaving the art store when the sky suddenly turned dark, followed by heavy rain. I was contemplating whether I should brave through it when someone called my name.

“Hey Toby. I figured it was your from afar.” A blue umbrella moved over my head. “Going home? I’ll give you a lift.”

I didn’t really make a habit of talking to him.  My sudden stuttering aside, I thought it was more villain-like if I kept being mysterious. So, even though his offer was tempting, I had to turn it down. “That’s very nice, but I prefer walking,” I said in a rush. 

“Toby, it’s raining.” Thank you, Mr. Obvious. “You’re not even wearing a coat.” He pointed out.

You know you sucked at being a villain when the superhero offered to drive you home. I knew I looked cute and harmless, but so did the original Annabelle doll. On the contrary, Jordan - that’s his name - was the epitome of a superhero. He had great looks (not blond, thankfully, because I didn’t need another superhero that looked like one of the Chrises), good physique (don’t ask me how I know) and he was also kind. I didn’t know what precisely was his talent other than he was a superhero, but it wasn’t like he knew mine either. 

It was a little uncomfortable being in a closed space with him. For one, he could just end me there and no one would fuss (hey, one less villain meant one step closer to world peace). Two, we’re encroaching dangerous territory. By “we”, I meant “me”. You know how girls find guys sexy when they roll up their sleeves or when they drive? Yeah, that applied to some dudes too. Remember when I said I was bullied in school? Congratulations, you just found out one of the reasons. 

“That’s a lot of paint there. Big project?” Jordan broke the silence. 

“Not really.” I answered vaguely. “The ones before didn’t turn out the way I wanted, so I kept making new ones. Didn’t realize I almost used up all the paints.”

“Another scenery?” 

He’s my landlord, so he had seen my work. Not the ones with the bullies, though. He got to see the real life versions when he went to rescue those scums. “I’m trying something different this time, but I can’t quite get it right,” I replied. 

We chatted a little more until Jordan pulled up into the garage. Our residence was originally a plantation style house converted into four separate apartment units. Jordan’s unit was on the first floor and the biggest one. There were two equal-sized units on the second floor, while mine was the smallest and situated on the first floor beside Jordan’s. 

Once we got onto the porch, we parted ways and went into our own apartments. I headed to the corner where I set up my painting area. It wasn’t exactly a room, but there was a wall separating the area from my living room, keeping it obscured. I put the tote bag with my newly purchased painting supplies down and stood back to observe the 18x24 inches canvas on my easel. I didn’t mean anything sinister when I started painting the two figures sharing an intimate dinner. 

Alright, time to disclose that I have a thing for Jordan. How pathetic was that? Sure, many people liked slash pairing between superheroes and villains, but really, there wasn’t any sexual tension between us. I happened to be a creep who watched him through my window whenever he was outside, looking the way he looked. It’s not my fault he was such an eye candy.

I left my unfinished painting and went into the kitchen to start dinner. Before I realized it, I had already made too much for one person to eat. Normally I would just put them into containers and eat them for my next meal, but suddenly an idea struck me. 

The painting was still under progress, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make the scene happen without my power. I marched next door to Jordan’s and rang his bell. Just to be extra, I put on my “I’m a cute, innocent, boy-next-door” mask and waited. He answered it seconds later and seemed surprised to see me.

“I made too much for dinner,” I said right to the point. “Would you like to join me? Since you gave me a ride, I would like to do something nice as thanks.” 

I was expecting a “sure”, but the guilty expression on his face was the beginning of my disappointment. 

“That’s very sweet,” he said. There were sounds of laughter coming from inside his apartment, making Jordan turn his head to look at the direction it came from. He appeared apologetic when he faced me again and said, “But I already have plans tonight.” 

Of course he had plans. He was a superhero. I told him it was no big deal and excused myself. On my way back, I started thinking whether the leftovers would be best eaten for breakfast, lunch or dinner tomorrow. 

My appetite was diminishing, so I headed to my painting corner instead. The incomplete painting of me and Jordan having a meal together was mocking me. I wouldn’t be happy if the only reason Jordan had dinner with me was because I painted this. Once I decided that, I took a brush and painted over the scene until the canvas featured a sea of blue. 

It wasn’t that bad of an ending, right? After all, villains don’t usually have a happy ending. 

I put down my brush when I heard the doorbell. When I opened my door, Jordan was standing on the other side. 

“I cancelled my plans. Is the dinner invitation still on?” 

 

~ The End ~

 


 

 

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          #002  November| When did you become the villain? | word count: 1310
             theme  villain
                words  indigo, flat, drumstick

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Weddings sucked.

Nothing sucked more than weddings and there was never a moment when Elias felt weddings sucked more than right now, while he watched Tyler being a drunken jerk. Worst was that no one was calling him out on it. They were all friends, yes, these were Tyler’s friends since college or even earlier, but still. When was enough, enough?

Elias got up and went to sit next to the bride, Celia. She was a nice girl, and she looked absolutely gorgeous in the white dress—although stained with wine—and that delicate make-up. Her dark hair sat in perfect waves over her shoulders, and her new husband was a fool to not give her all his attention instead of getting wasted on the dance floor. No wonder she looked so upset.

“Hey, I’m sorry for that.” Elias said gesticulating awkwardly at the stain. Celia looked at him, but didn’t say anything. It wasn’t his place to apologies, but Tyler would sure as fuck not do it and Elias felt bad either way. So there, once more he apologized for him. When did that become the norm?

Elias shifted on the chair. He almost stood up to leave when Celia spoke.

“This is not how I imagined this day would be.”
Yeah, she should have asked him.

Elias couldn’t think of a good reply so instead he looked at the huge flower arrangement on the table. If he would slide down on the chair he wouldn’t see the five idiots dancing, so he did just that. He studied the arrangement, but couldn’t figure out how it kept together. He, for one, felt like falling apart. The big indigo ribbon certainly wasn’t enough to keep the flowers tight. Was there something else he couldn’t see? Something ugly underneath the flowers that kept them up? He had the urge to pull them apart, to take out whatever was inside, then put them all back together without anything ugly inside.

“What the fuck are you doing? Fallen asleep?” The voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Are you eating fucking drumsticks, Tyler?” Celia asked angrily.

“What? The food is shit, I had to eat something.”

And that’s when all hell broke lose. Celia started yelling, Tyler started yelling, other members of the party started yelling and all Elias could do was stare at the chicken drumstick that fell on top of the flower arrangement.
What a mess.

 

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An hour and a half later, Elias was helping Tyler out of a taxi cab. If he would have had the balls, he would have loaded him in the cab, tell the driver the address and be on his merry way. Maybe he should have. With a bit of luck Tyler wouldn’t have even remembered in the morning.

He put Tyler’s arm around his shoulders and they got inside the apartment building. It was close to 5AM, but there was no stopping Tyler from shouting and signing at the top of his lungs. Elias wasn’t even sure he could hear him telling him to be quiet.

Elias thanked the skies they didn’t live higher than third floor and shut the door behind them. Tyler, who had been helpless up until then, let go of Elias and headed for the living room. Of course he didn’t bother taking his shoes off and his suit jacket landed on the floor. By the time Elias took off his shoes, Tyler had already opened a beer for himself and was busy chugging it. Elias almost told him it was a bad idea to drink even more, but he changed his mind and hoped really, really hard that Tyler would feel miserable in the morning and the whole following day.

“Where are you going? Come here.”

“I’m tired, Ty, I want to sleep.” The beer bottle hit the table with a thud and Elias flinched.

“Come. Here.” Tyler punctuated the words through his teeth.

Despite not wanting to, Elias moved quickly from the bedroom door next to Tyler. Tyler grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in a forceful, violent kiss. Before finally letting go of him, Tyler bit Elias’ lower lip so hard Elias was almost sure he was bleeding.

“You want more beer?” Elias asked as a way to put a little distance between him and Tyler.

“Aww, babe.” He said sarcastically. “Fetch me a beer.”

As Elias turned to go towards the kitchen, Tyler slapped his ass, hard. Elias jumped and hissed at the impact, but continued his way. He grabbed the bottle of beer and returned hoping that this one will make Tyler fall flat on his face. He smelled like a cocktail bar, Elias wasn’t sure how he was still upright. Well, a bit bendy on his legs, but mostly upright.

“Get your clothes off. I want to fuck you.” Not a request and definitely not a suggestion, but Elias weighted his options before doing anything. Protesting will do more harm than good, but maybe he could drag it out until, hopefully, the alcohol knocked Tyler out. He removed his suit jacket slowly, glad that he didn’t remove it when he got inside, then, as he slowly pulled on his tie, got an idea.

“Why don’t I suck you off first, hm?”

It didn’t take a lot of effort to guide Tyler to the couch and make him—plus the beer—sit down. If his expression was any indication, he really liked the sound of that. Elias worked on his pants slowly. From outside he was teasing, but inside he prayed that Tyler would fall asleep. He was a little rough usually, but when drunk all senses left his body and Elias was always the one to pay.

Tyler watched him through heavy lids—a good sign—but very aroused. Once Elias undid his pants, it was certain the alcohol did not stop at his cock, oh no, Tyler was at full mast and ready to be served.

Elias used his hands first, but that would bring no satisfaction to Tyler.

“Choke on it.” He said before taking a swig of beer.

Elias opened his mouth and took him to the back of his throat making Tyler throw his head on the back of the couch. Elias retreated and teased the tip of Tyler’s cock with his tongue before taking him all in again. He didn’t want to tease too much. He normally loved sucking cock. There was nothing better than having a hard cock in between his lips and transforming its owner into a puddle of pleasure. The act gave him a tremendous sense of power that he loved. But this time he didn’t want to play, didn’t want Tyler to feel good, he only wanted to be done with it. Thankfully, Elias soon heard snoring. He freed Tyler’s cock out of his mouth and stood up. Yup, he was sleeping.

Elias didn’t loiter around and headed for the bathroom where he took a quick shower and brushed his teeth. He could still see faint bruises around his neck and on his right shoulder. He could feel some of the others.  

On his way to the bedroom Elias stopped to look at Tyler. He fell on his side on the sofa, still sleeping, his cock limp between his legs.

“Fuck. How could I have ever loved you?” He asked himself then threw a blanket on the floor. He would tell Tyler he covered him, but he must have moved too much. He would also tell him he tried to wake him up so he would get in bed. Elias didn’t specifically think these things, they were just something that came to him naturally. He hated that he was used to it now, that he knew exactly what tricks to use so Tyler wouldn’t lash out at him.

On the other hand, Elias had no troubles falling asleep anymore.

 

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Writing challenge - Accepted and completed!

This month's(November's) theme: Villain

3 given words: Penguin, whimper, eyeglasses

Word count: 955

Title: Emperor Thief

 

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Finally, after a month of carefully planning, one familiar couple is on the date. This time, Iriyu and Eric decided to hang out in the local zoo. Surprisingly, even such a simple thing as observing how the wild animals are chilling out or being encouraged to do tricks by the zookeepers can be so much entertaining.

More so, in the afternoon, one of the visitors might even have a chance to feed the penguins. After arriving near the penguin observatory, both noticed that this place is already crowded with many people.

‘‘What are we going to do now? We could barely see what is going on. Therefore, there is no way that we’ll get noticed. Should we try it another day?’’ — Or so, Eric asks in a slightly concerned tone.

However, the fluffy silver-haired young man is stubborn and replies in a determined voice ‘‘You won’t know it unless we give it a try. ’’. The brunette already knew that once Iriyu decides something, it would be impossible to over-talk him. For now, Eric plays along with his partner’s rules.

In the meantime, one of the zookeepers shows up with the buckets of fish. Now, she cheerfully greets the crowd and asks the question, which everyone has been waiting for. Suddenly, the gathered people got excited even by such a simple thing. Each person’s voice tries to over-power the others while the mass of hands is raised. Despite that, the brunette observes how Kurama shows a natural enthusiasm. Even if he is sure that someone from the front line would get picked, Eric is surprised how the zookeeper points towards their side and invites them to join. Nevertheless, just seeing Iriyu's bright face sparkling with pure excitement warms Eric's heart and makes him glad.

After entering the observatory, the zookeeper gave them a pair of rubber gloves and a bucket of fish. At first, the group of penguins doubtfully stares at this couple. But soon enough, their attention is caught by the tasty content of the buckets. One by one, the emperor penguins gather around them.

Meanwhile, they are busy feeding the hungry army, one of the penguins from Kurama’s side decides to use another tactic to get a delicious meal. When it gets in front of him, Iriyu innocently chuckles and adds in a nearly singing voice ‘‘Why hello, there! Are you hungry as well? Here you go, little fella~’’. Now, he picks another fish and shows it to this bird. The fluffy silver-head was about to give it to the penguin, which leaned on the tip of its feet. Iriyu only comments ‘‘What an impatient little fellow are you…’’.

Unfortunately, very little he knows what kind of master-plan behind these cute beady eyes, this penguin plots. As this bird squawks, it jumps at a fluffy silver-head with its wings flapping. It was followed by Kurama’s whimper and losing his balance. Fortunately, Iriyu is lucky to land on his bottom. Yet, he notices that his vision is blurry. Meanwhile, the zookeeper scolds the penguin ‘‘What are you doing, Flipper?’’. Now, Eric rushes to his boyfriend’s side. Of course, the penguins are distracted by scattered fishes all over the floor, and the so-called Flipper swallows the tasty snack and indignantly squawks at that woman. In the end, the zookeeper sincerely apologizes while this mischief-maker ignorantly enjoys its feast.

In the meantime, the brunette picks the eyeglasses. However, after cleaning it, Eric noticed that the left side of the eyeglasses got cracked.

‘‘Eric, did you find my glasses? Where are you anyway?’’ - Or so, Kurama asks while he kneels and searches for his eyeglasses by his hands.

As the brunette helps Iriyu stand up, he explains in a nearly apologetic tone ‘‘Unfortunately, the glass of the one side got cracked…’’. But now, he asks ‘‘Apart from that, are you alright?’’. After the fluffy silver-haired young man nods, both finally leave the exhibition. Even on their way, the brunette can't help himself and worry about his lover. Now, he asked in a concerned tone ‘‘Are you going to be alright? Should I call a taxi to the nearest optician?’’.

Yet, the fluffy silver-head objects with a warm smile on his face ‘‘There is no need for that. We could make it on foot. Besides…’’. After a brief pause, he continues ‘‘Even if I cannot see anything right now, but when are my guiding light, I should be alright. So, let me be under your care, Eric.’’.

For sure, hearing such an honest reply made Eric cover his face with his hand and hide his blushing face.

‘‘Even so… I don’t want to see you struggling like this for too long. A-anyway, can you tell me where did you get your glasses? I’ll take you there.’’ - The brunette asked in a shyer tone.

Even if Kurama cannot see, but he can still imagine what kind of expression Eric made. Now, the fluffy silver-head sighs, he agrees and tells the needed address. After arriving at the optician's office, they explained what is happened. All they are left to do is until the glasses will be fixed.

In the end, their date at the zoo may end up with a disaster. Despite that, there were these small moments, which they enjoyed. More importantly, Kurama could appreciate how Eric is taking care of him and by his side. Perhaps, the emperor penguin accidentally ‘has stolen’ his vision. Even such an incident might be only a lesson to have an extra pair of glasses. However, at the same time, it also taught that even at the times when Iriyu might be weakest, there is that one person, whom he can have faith and rely on no matter what happens.

 

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Okay, sure if is this where I should leave the feedbacks for this month's entries... But here it goes (is this how you write feedbacks?) :

 

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  : First of all, it was a cute story ^^ And I can feel that it could become into a serial story. Surprisingly, this is the most relatable ''villain'' I've read  xD

Yup, having a revenge against your bullies by such creative, yet, harmless way. However, does the villain really dislike (or as he claims) the hero? My, of course, Toby (our dear ''villain'') wouldn't draw himself being rescued by the hero, but perhaps by drawing someone else in these situations could show what he really secretly wants...

And that ending was nice~ Yup, to be honest, it surprised ^^ I can bet that Toby was like ''perhaps, I'll spare you this time, mr.Hero... m-maybe...'' while had a nice dinner with Jordan.

 

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  : My, to be honest, I would call Tyler a jerk... Yup, this is what happens when you don't know your limits and over-dose - -' So, yeah, this is how supposed to be the greatest day in someone's life become into this. But hey, thankfully, Ellias seem to be take care of his friend. It seems that, is nothing new for him, right? So, the bigger question whenever Tyler realizes that someone can deal with his shenanigans and simply take care of him.

Anyway, it was a nice story with slight bitter tone ^^

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What a ride! 

Love the beginning, I instantly liked the villain of the story. He sounds like a regular guy with a very rich imagination. On the fantasy side. But that makes him weirdly adorable. No matter how I look at it, Toby is a cutie. Not sure how that fits his ideal, but there you have it, adorable! 

Having said so, I did not expect the rollercoaster that followed. I was completely caught up in Toby being an adorable dork and, oh, Toby, I knew you had a thing for Jordan way before your disclosure. Cuuute! By the way, I really like the paintings idea. 

Well, when Jordan refused the dinner invitation (real smooth there, Toby. not) I was sad. Toby was so disappointed and I already liked him so much I couldn't help but feel sad. But THEN, Jordan knocks on his door and I was in a good mood again. Guess there's two guys with a... thing there, hehe. 

I liked the way you wrote it, I even forgot about the words, if you wouldn't have emphasised them I would have been blissfully unaware and completely fine with it. I was completely focused on Toby and what's going to happen next, but speaking of the words, very nice integration. 

I mentioned this before, but I'm going to say it again, I like your humour in writing. It gives your stories a certain spark. 

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First, I have a question, I thought about this last time too, but you (used to at least) read quite a lot of BL novels, right? I mean, the ones that get translated by fans from Chinese, for example. Both your entries read very similar to those so I'm guessing that's where you got your writing style from. 

Onto the story. Again, it was cute. There are some parts I would have lengthened a little, for instance when Kurama fell, but other than that, pretty good. I liked the zoo idea, hehe. The three words shaped your story nicely. Hope Kurama will be able to get a new pair of glasses asap. ^^

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First of all, thank you so much for the comments. I’m so happy you guys like Toby because he’s a precious pumpkin. I want to smother him with love. 

so here’s my little comment on your works;

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Elias should just cut off Tyler’s dick and stuff it in his mouth (either the upper one or lower one, you can choose). That would make him the best villain ever.

I’ve mentioned to you personally that I got a little confused and thought Tyler was the groom. I know it’s normal to make such mistakes, but you have a few hundred words left in your word count, so go wild and describe the groom in a sentence or two. Maybe you can add something that would make Tyler look extra villainy, like, when they were in HS, the two of them used to bully a gay kid named Toby. That would be interesting ;)

Other than that, I can’t wait for Elias to leave the mf and get on with the other guy. I seriously hope he break Tyler’s nut in between that. So I guess without superpowers, you can still portray characters with villainous quality. Good job!

 

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I’m happy you decided to stick with us. I dont know how long you have been writing, but practice is always the key to improvement. I have been writing for more than 13 years and I still have lots to work on. So, this is a good progress.

I just would like to point out a few examples that you might want to consider looking at. One of it is the repetitive use of the word “now” when describing action. 
 

On 11/23/2021 at 8:25 PM, Fmkitty said:

Now, the fluffy silver-head sighs

 

On 11/23/2021 at 8:25 PM, Fmkitty said:

Now, he asked in a concerned tone

I’m not sure how to explain this in a technical way since I’m also still learning grammar, but normally you dont need to use “now” since the tenses you use already explains the situation. For example, if you are using present tense, then its a given that the incident happens at present. So, in both of the example above, you can simply delete the “now” and the phrase would have been just nice:

”The fluffly, silver-haired man sighs.”

”He asked in a concerned tone.”

If you still want to mention a character doing a certain thing that shows the time, you can add some kind of an action like:

”The fluffy, silver-haired man sighs after the penguin jumps.”

”He asked in a concerned tone as they returned to their seat.”

Another point I would like to make is on the use of names, but this is mainly a thing of mine than a rule. Normally, it’s fine to have name variants in dialogues. For example, sometimes the character is called Jack, Jackie, asshole, or John. But, when it’s outside of dialogue, it’s better to stick to one. If you call them Eric, stay with Eric until the end. I know that his full name has been disclosed before, but people forget. In this instance, the full name was not disclosed during the november challenge, so if someone didn’t read the oct challenge, they would have no idea who Kurama is.

But overall, I love seeing how the characters are developing. From friends, now dating, they are so sweet. I hope to see more, which is why I think with better words, the story would be even more entertaining.

I’m rooting for the three of us!! Let’s do our best in December!! <3

 

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