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Getting Sensual with Creativity

by Davina on February 21, 2010

The power of the words

When I was in grade 6 my friend Colleen and I pretended we were romance novelists. We let our imaginations run wild; wrote some pretty sappy stuff and had loads of fun doing it.

It was easy to get carried away even beyond the story itself; carried away with just the flavour of the words and by creating twists in the story.

I find that sometimes in creative moments, the words carry the story forward when there was no story idea. One word plays upon the other and the story unfolds from there.

Last night, I was goofing around on Twitter in an attempt to get past some writer’s block. Two tweets later I had come up with the following:

Velvety silence blanketed her naked silhouette as she lay sleeping, kissed by the luminescent aura of warm summer breezes.

Shadows, eclipsed by flickering moonlight, nuzzled softly upon her waiting lips. Soon.

If you were going to finish this what would you write?

You could start just by playing with a few words and follow their lead. How do they fit together?

Use your imagination. This “she” could be anywhere and doesn’t necessarily have to be human. The ending could be something completely out of the ordinary.

What happens next?

NOTE: If you write this in another program, such as Microsoft Word, please don’t cut and paste what you have written onto my blog. Either retype it into the comment box, or use a text editor such as Notepad to strip out any formatting.

Try to keep it to a few short sentences as if you were tweeting the story to your followers, say… a couple of tweets worth 140 characters.

Photo Credit: Mike Baird

PS. I ended this sensual moment with one last tweet:

Suddenly… the light was flicked on and a male ballerina danced over to her, wearing lovely cream-coloured tights.

This is dedicated to my Twitter pal Allison Day who writes a sushi food blog. Check out her blog for some fantastic recipes. Oh, she also knows a thing or two about ballet.

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Allison Day February 21, 2010 at 5:39 am

Let’s see… if I were to include that last tweet in the story, then my ending might go a little like this:

“She rose from the bed and wrapped herself in a robe, bourré-ing across the dimly-lit stage to meet her dance partner in a grand pas de deux.

The audience was breathless as they were swept away by the superposition of strength, flexibility, and grace that the two dancers embodied.”

But if I ignore that last tweet, then…

“The breeze stirred the delicate wildflowers that created a soft bed of white around her, sprinkling her silky skin with a gentle dusting of pollen.

A shadow swallowed the moonlight for a moment, throwing the world into a deep darkness. She shifted in her sleep, sensing that which was imminent.”

Okay, so maybe I’m having a little too much fun with this. And I think my story just took a dark twist. But that’s obviously the story’s fault, not mine… right? (I couldn’t help it, the story/characters made me do it…) ;)
.-= Allison Day´s last blog ..Sirius Sunday: Clam Chowder for the Weary Soul =-.

Tom Volkar / Delightful Work February 21, 2010 at 6:33 am

Soon she sensed a darker presence, patiently watching and waiting. Something was calling her to a bolder, more alive engagement.
.-= Tom Volkar / Delightful Work´s last blog ..Your True Calling Inspired Business Startup =-.

Davina February 21, 2010 at 10:23 am

Hi Allison.
This is such fun! And you’re so poetic, plus I love surprise endings and twists in stories :-D On that last one, now I want to know more. It could go either way couldn’t it? Either she’s dreaming this, or someone is in the room.

Hi Tom.
A darker presence? A bolder, more alive engagement. Now we’re talking! Is that you in the room? Are you the Spirit Coach? :) Would you flick the light on or coach in the dark? Coaching in the dark could be awesome!

Hazel February 21, 2010 at 10:55 am

After reading through these contributions I thought to myself o no’s I got’s nothing! These poets have left me breathless.  Then I thought… Hmmm breathless.  Then I thought switch perspective?  Then Boom! A poem is born.  So much fun! Thanks y’all for this Sensual Sunday Meme!
A lone robin, the only witness
Perched on sill breathless and still.

Red breasted heart pumping in time
To Her exhaltations meeting in rhyme
A Shadow crept One step cross the line;

Shifting ‘tween fantasy
And reality.
A tender heart whispers…

Ahhh, what glory is mine?

Davina February 21, 2010 at 11:08 am

I love this! :-D A Robin. The shadow… what’s the shadow? I love a poem that makes me think; where I get totally lost in the possibilities of it. “Shifting ‘tween fantasy and reality”… Thanks for playing Hazel. W00t!

Hazel February 21, 2010 at 11:24 am

Thanks for inviting me to the game.
Truly too fun!

Hazel February 21, 2010 at 11:28 am

Allison Day, really enjoyed your words here!

Sara February 21, 2010 at 11:28 am

Davina — What FUN this is:~) Okay, I’m picking the first one….here goes!

Velvety silence blanketed her naked silhouette as she lay sleeping, kissed by the luminescent aura of warm summer breezes. Her window curtains fluttered slightly as he entered into the room. Still half asleep, she slowly began to wake as she felt him touch her.

His kisses were so soft, like gentle wings touching her body. Slowly…very slowly he moved across her tummy, past her breasts and finally settled on her waiting lips. Suddenly, she cried out!!! And with this cry, scared the poor Luna Moth so much that it flew right back out of her window:~)
.-= Sara´s last blog ..Sure Beats Talking to Myself =-.

Barbara Swafford February 21, 2010 at 1:13 pm

Hi Davina,

How fun! Such creative talent is emerging.

I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, but it’s great to read what others have come up with.
.-= Barbara Swafford´s last blog ..Say It Ain’t So =-.

Davina February 21, 2010 at 2:36 pm

You’re welcome Hazel!

Sara, this is awesome! I totally loved it. You really had me going right up until the end. Well done :-)

Hi Barbara.
I’m really enjoying this. Everyone has such a different take on it. So many possibilities. If you do think of something, please come back and share.

Tony Single February 21, 2010 at 6:39 pm

Velvety silence blanketed her naked silhouette as she lay sleeping, kissed by the luminescent aura of warm summer breezes.

Shadows, eclipsed by flickering moonlight, nuzzled softly upon her waiting lips. Soon.

Then it was later. Much later. She was pretty hacked off at Kyle’s stubborn refusal to seduce her as she lay there so sexy and available and… well, downright scrummy.

Stupid men and their stupid Super Bowl!
.-= Tony Single´s last blog ..Do Over =-.

Liara Covert February 21, 2010 at 9:10 pm

When we pretend to do or be something, its like a stage toward accepting something we already are. People often say they are aspiring toward or working to become a writer. So long as you envision being something in the future, you postpone consciously accepting what you are already doing. People are conditioned to doubt their abilities and also to believe they can only be something as the result of someone else designating themwith a particular label. Ultimately, you decide what you are or you choose to reject some part of yourself as part of a learning process.
.-= Liara Covert´s last blog ..This is the perfect moment =-.

Davina February 21, 2010 at 10:46 pm

Hah Tony!
This sounds pretty realistic :-D I had to look up the word scrummy; now I know it means delicious. All I can say is, poor Kyle.

Hi Liara.
When I read about the “stage” it made me think this is kind of like being on stage as an actor rehearsing for a part. Even though they’re rehearsing, they’re still actors. I guess writing is the label and the writer just IS.

Hilary February 22, 2010 at 1:50 am

Hi Davina .. I don’t use Twitter – but must get into it .. as I think it will be a useful tool.

That summer, those memories, as I lie here I remember so much – treasures to take on my last journey, that heavenly path ahead.

A door opened, quiet tiptoes slipped across the polished wooden floor, he bent, brushed her waiting lips, their world awoke destiny beckoned

Now I can smell the polish! – Hilary
.-= Hilary´s last blog ..February – the half-way month .. =-.

vered | blogger for hire February 22, 2010 at 3:11 pm

I won’t play… but enjoyed reading the comments and as usual am impressed with your gift of writing.
.-= vered | blogger for hire´s last blog ..Spring =-.

Chris Edgar February 22, 2010 at 4:12 pm

Gee, I don’t know — I don’t want to disrupt the family orientation of this blog! But seriously, does it turn out that this is all part of some avant-garde dance piece?

patricia February 22, 2010 at 6:44 pm

What a good read here Davina, I am coming back to see how the story lines keep unfolding. Thanks this is way fun

Will you bleep the XXX rated responses? Twitter must have gotten better after the boys stopped blasting the ice dancing?
.-= patricia´s last blog ..Questions of Practice =-.

Patty - Why Not Start Now? February 22, 2010 at 7:50 pm

Nice, Davina! Loved reading that. The phrase that immediately came to me after your words:

And then a kiss. Part breeze, part shadow, part moonlight. The kind of kiss that happens only few times in life.
.-= Patty – Why Not Start Now?´s last blog ..Meaning Mondays: The Experiment Edition =-.

Davina February 22, 2010 at 7:54 pm

Hi Hilary.
Now THAT’S what I’m talkin about :-D Woo hoo! Twitter is loads of fun! I’ve made some great friends over there.

Hi Vered.
Thank you. I appreciate your visits even when you don’t play. I’m loving the comments on this one!

Hi Chris.
The ending is not written. It’s up in the air… But I appreciate you respecting the “family orientation” here :-) Come back to share if you think of something.

Hi Patricia.
This is fun eh? I was going to write a “please keep this clean” note, but figured my regular readers didn’t need to be told that. Any XXX-rated responses would likely come from new commenters who would go into moderation.

Yeah, the “boys” stopped blasting ice dancing. But… I did receive a new follower who had something interesting to say. He said ice dancing would be more interesting with land mines :-D

Davina February 23, 2010 at 12:21 am

Hi Patty.
Thanks. I like how you included all the pieces of the environment into that kiss. Sounds like the kind of kiss that will make a person see stars. Do you kiss and tell? :-)

Jim February 23, 2010 at 1:01 am

It’s nice to know your love of writing started when you were a little girl and continues today. I have no ending for you, but someone will.
The male ballerina just does not do anything for me. Sort of like Homer Simpson in a bathing suit.

Barb Hartsook February 23, 2010 at 10:33 am

Hi Davina. What fun! You wrote:

Velvety silence blanketed her naked silhouette as she lay sleeping, kissed by the luminescent aura of warm summer breezes.

Shadows, eclipsed by flickering moonlight, nuzzled softly upon her waiting lips. Soon…

And I added:

The quiet brushed the contours of her skin with moonlight white, and she, in her stillness below flickering shadows,

took form as a study in warm greys on night’s canvas.

Heeheehee — would you expect me NOT to paint it? :)
.-= Barb Hartsook´s last blog ..Do Sports Teach Kids How to Live Life Beyond the Game? =-.

Davina February 23, 2010 at 6:58 pm

Hi Jim.
Yeah, Homer Simpson can get away with a bathing suit. As can Fred Flintstone get away with a tutu. I remember an episode of the Flintstone’s where Fred took up ballet. It was pretty funny.

Hi Barb.
Oh, that’s so great! I love it! Great play on words; “brushed and canvas”. I’m guessing that moonlight white is a colour that painters use.

Barb Hartsook February 24, 2010 at 9:07 am

Hahaha — Moonlight white is the color that touches your skin on a very clear night, when the moon is large and full, not just risen, but not at its zenith either. A translucent white tinged with the palest of cool gold… It’s a color I would mix, and its brightness would be determined by how dark the night was. :)

I love games like this… :)
.-= Barb Hartsook´s last blog ..Do Sports Teach Kids How to Live Life Beyond the Game? =-.

Davina February 24, 2010 at 9:15 pm

Barb, I love the word zenith — always have. Your description is making me long for those warm summer nights when I go out and admire the moon comfortably. You’re an artist with words as well as colour :)

Lynda Lehmann February 26, 2010 at 9:04 am

Wonderful writer’s prompts! Very good hooks…. I would like to see you use these to complete a short story!

Davina February 26, 2010 at 11:26 am

Hi Lynda.
Thanks for your comment. I’m intrigued by this idea. You’ve opened a door here… thank you :-) I will see what’s there.

Lynda Lehmann February 26, 2010 at 11:49 am

Let me know if you put something up!
.-= Lynda Lehmann´s last blog ..Shoreline Magic =-.

Davina February 26, 2010 at 9:01 pm

I most certainly will. :)

Baker March 19, 2010 at 3:42 pm

This is a great post. Beautifully written and amazing flow to the writing.

Davina March 19, 2010 at 4:02 pm

Hi Baker.
Thanks for your comment. I’m glad you stopped by and enjoyed the reading.

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