I'm gonna try my hand at writing again. Let's see how it goes:
The soft glow of electric sex in the window, flashes of neon making the precipitation red and blue in the cool night air under the dome. Her large doe eyes glistened in the night, the gentle ministrations against her body, movements almost surgical, her soft flesh being divided by the trembling touch of her companion.
June bowed over her, his eyes searching hungrily for some form of emotion, something to keep his mind sane, his hands steady, his concentration fierce and precise. This was more than a game to him; something drove these desires, a searing longing in his soul, something that nagged at the back of his mind all day, all night.
Curse this woman. She fed his burning passion.
She lay there underneath him, calling his name, gasping for breath over and over as he worked his magic. They both knew this would be the last time they would encounter each other; something this beautiful could never last longer than an evening. An act that was all too common in this side of the Bay.
The eastern side of the Dome was plagued by these sorts of rituals. The Tokyo Harbor Bay separated those who knew better from those who needed to survive. Right now, survival was all that mattered. To this nameless woman laying beneath him, it was the height of her career: a final performance punctuated by the most incredible highs she had ever experienced. To June...it was another in a long list of rights and wrongs in his life. This was not the first time, and would certainly not be the last in his young life. His experience in this field was too good, his burning desire to great, for him to quit now.
As June dragged the blade across her throat, the faceless woman let out her final gasp. He watched as her blood-soaked body went limp beneath him, her eyes slowly going slack, her lips slightly parting, the last breath she would ever exhale floating out into the night air.
June stood and admired his handiwork, wiping his hands on his blood-splattered shirt. His job here was done. He checked his watch; Taro would be expecting him in an hour. Just enough time to change his suit and make it across the Dome. He pulled a cigarette from the solid gold case hidden in the left breast pocket of his tainted shirt, shuffling under the apron for his lighter. June exhaled cancerous vapor out the open window, where it became red in the cool night air. Just enough time.
But first...to finish his business.
He took another drag.
Whew...that felt good. I didn't intend to release a new segment of my on-going story (The Samurai....ask and you shall receive. lol), but then again...we always do thing we never intend too.
Oh well...lemme know what you think. :) I'm all about some constructive criticism.
The soft glow of electric sex in the window, flashes of neon making the precipitation red and blue in the cool night air under the dome. Her large doe eyes glistened in the night, the gentle ministrations against her body, movements almost surgical, her soft flesh being divided by the trembling touch of her companion.
June bowed over her, his eyes searching hungrily for some form of emotion, something to keep his mind sane, his hands steady, his concentration fierce and precise. This was more than a game to him; something drove these desires, a searing longing in his soul, something that nagged at the back of his mind all day, all night.
Curse this woman. She fed his burning passion.
She lay there underneath him, calling his name, gasping for breath over and over as he worked his magic. They both knew this would be the last time they would encounter each other; something this beautiful could never last longer than an evening. An act that was all too common in this side of the Bay.
The eastern side of the Dome was plagued by these sorts of rituals. The Tokyo Harbor Bay separated those who knew better from those who needed to survive. Right now, survival was all that mattered. To this nameless woman laying beneath him, it was the height of her career: a final performance punctuated by the most incredible highs she had ever experienced. To June...it was another in a long list of rights and wrongs in his life. This was not the first time, and would certainly not be the last in his young life. His experience in this field was too good, his burning desire to great, for him to quit now.
As June dragged the blade across her throat, the faceless woman let out her final gasp. He watched as her blood-soaked body went limp beneath him, her eyes slowly going slack, her lips slightly parting, the last breath she would ever exhale floating out into the night air.
June stood and admired his handiwork, wiping his hands on his blood-splattered shirt. His job here was done. He checked his watch; Taro would be expecting him in an hour. Just enough time to change his suit and make it across the Dome. He pulled a cigarette from the solid gold case hidden in the left breast pocket of his tainted shirt, shuffling under the apron for his lighter. June exhaled cancerous vapor out the open window, where it became red in the cool night air. Just enough time.
But first...to finish his business.
He took another drag.
Whew...that felt good. I didn't intend to release a new segment of my on-going story (The Samurai....ask and you shall receive. lol), but then again...we always do thing we never intend too.
Oh well...lemme know what you think. :) I'm all about some constructive criticism.
posted by Edward | 6.2.10
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