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MROSETHGUNS	Love story prompt		Lead	[-]
Posts: 6037 10/14/07 08:52 The Web Dancer	Tags : None Write about your first love. Was it somebody or something? Because I can imagine that for some pizza was their first love (I won't mention names). Tell us how did you meet your first love (in which pizzeria, for example). Describe the place. Create a romantic atmosphere. Was there any rivalry? (for example, were you tormented by being forced to choose between your ex -- cheese pie and a new infatuation - pizza?) How did it end, if it ever ended? Did it end romantically, like in a poem that says "never leave me alone in a room full of rats, while the music is playing, because my someone else can become dear to me from mou...heart to heart swaying". Ema
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MROSETHGUNS	Re: Love story prompt	#1	[url]	[-]
Posts: 6037 10/14/07 16:20 The Web Dancer	If you're going to ask me how much of my childhood I spent being enchanted by Captain Kirk, I can confidently say that he was the love of one third of my childhood. It was no different from my other love affairs in that it had an ending. The main culprit for its ending was TV Belgrade 1 that was broadcasting Star Treks The TV station didn't buy any more episodes. Thus, being out of my sight, captain Kirk faded out from my heart and soon was replaced by a neighbourhood boy whose scar over his face made him mysterious and attractive in my eyes. On the other hand, I think that nobody was as special as captain Kirk. He was perfect. For example, he used to bring me presents. I can see our time spent together vividly, as if happening right in front of my eyes, so special he was. I still remember in details some of our meetings, although it went on many years ago. *************** Back in time, back into the childhood While noises of yelling and fragile things breaking into million pieces are coming from a different universe in the kitchen, I'm sitting in captain Kirk's lap while his hand is gently going through my hair. "You worthless piece of shit," voices are coming from the kitchen, interrupting my perfect love affair, just when captain Kirk says that he wants to take me with him to his ship because he thinks I can be useful and needed on his spaceship. "I'll make you regret if you file a divorce" a voice from the kitchen intrudes. "You owe me money. Whos paying the bills, ha? Who? Answer me, fucking bitch." Captain Kirk tells me that he wants me around because I'm special. Then he asks me a strange question. "Don't you remember anything?" I look at him bluntly. He tells me about his adventure. He was in mortal danger but he had a helper -- Miramanee. She sacrificed her life protecting him from her mad tribe who almost stoned him to death. And he wanted to die to save her, but it didn't happen the way he wanted. He is sad, and I cant think straight, his image blurring in front of me, because of all that noise around me. "I'm paying the bills, you bitch. Not that wimp, your fucker. You can't throw me out like some dog. I'm gonna sue you, you'll see, fucking whore. I'm gonna file a divorce" I hear something slamming and slapping, and some crying comes from the kitchen. I'm Scared. Im crying too. "Don't cry," says Kirk, wiping tears off my face. His hand is like a spring breeze, refreshing. "Don't cry for me, I'm taking you with me this time, I promise." "And what is Miramanee like? I ask, still in fear. "Don't you remember anything? Miramanee is like you." "You are dreaming," I tell him, touching his face barely. Im not Miramanee." His eyes are full of tears. "I know it was you. Who else wouldve help me and save me from mortal danger? And the way she died. For no reason, with all our advanced medical equipment we couldnt save her. The silence is unnatural, deafening. I cant hear the crying from the distant kitchen world. All I can see is the image of him, filling my eyes and my ears. He looks sad. He offers me a strange thing, made of purple stone, looking like a piece of precious stone, but with some buttons on it. "One day youll know. You can always locate me, where ever in the universe I am. Just push this button and tell me you want to come with me, and I'll come to get you." *************** Since then it seemed to me that Captain Kirk looked at me from TV screen with recognition. We met several times after that and nobody understood me as he did. "You're my shelter," he told me once, "Only here I can have a little rest and hide from the world. Even at the present sometimes I think about that event. Lately, I like to play with the small purple stone that is actually a communicator. Im having second thoughts about using it. Just to check if Captain Kirk is okay. Ema
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hvysmker	Re: Love story prompt	#2	[url]	[-]
Posts: 9881 10/15/07 09:32 Charlie the Wise	Stirring, Ema. I didn't notice the story until now. It's hard to see, between your prompt and the rules. Charlie
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Swikan	Re: Love story prompt	#3	[url]	[-]
Posts: 15 10/15/07 10:00	Oh I enjoyed that. Especially the escapist memory from childhood. Well done. ______________________________
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Swikan	Re: Love story prompt	#4	[url]	[-]
Posts: 15 10/15/07 10:55	Prompt: My first love I thought the boy whose locker was next to mine was my first love. My heart would flip if he said "excuse me" to get me to move over a bit so he could put his books away. If he smiled at my response, I would beam for an entire day. I thought he was my first love because I had given my teenage heart to him, secretly loving him from afar. It was so dramatic and intense in the way of teenage love. I would fantasize about our "dates" and how he would tell me that he loved me and wanted to be with me. I would imagine that we would hold hands between classes and that when we were both at the lockers, he would steal a kiss and damn the no-PDA policy. There was a boy who had given his heart to me in the same way. He was the opposite of my handsome, popular locker love. This boy wore thick glasses and read science fiction, and just couldn't compare to my first love. He timidly asked me out on a date. I had nothing better to do, so I went. We went out a lot. We had a lot of the same friends, and I even started to like science fiction. But I was cruel and I told him that if that other boy ever gave me the time of day, I would leave him in a minute. He would just smile softly and say, "I know." We went out more and more and soon we found lots of things we had in common. We found that everything was better when we experienced it together. Years went by, and one night, he got down on one knee and proposed that we get married and spend the rest of our lives together. "Okay," I said. "But if my first love ever shows up on the doorstep and decides to take me away, I'm going." He just smiled softly and said, "I know." We got our own apartment and started our lives together. Every now and then, I would remind him that my first love was out there somewhere. If the stars aligned and my first love suddenly remembered I existed and came for me, I would go with him. My husband would just chuckle softly, kiss me on the head and say, "I know." One day while unpacking some old boxes, I came upon my teenage diary. I had written my first love's name all over the inside cover with hearts around. I had spilled my teenage angst all over the pages: love and heartbreak, fantasies and fears, and every glance and word my first love directed at me. I read through some of the entries in the old diary, sure that they would stir up the old feelings. They didn't. In fact, I actually laughed. It was all so serious and intense and dramatic about a little schoolgirl crush. I couldn't believe that my first love, which seemed so soul-burning and deep and REAL at the time was just puppy love. I looked over at my husband, who was going through a pile of old science fiction books and videos. He pushed his thick glasses back on his face with a habitual, one-fingured gesture. I thought about the commitment I made to spend the rest of my life with him and how he could be the father of my children. That night, I fell asleep still thinking about the commitment I made to my husband. I also thought about the loophole I had left for myself regarding my first love. I also thought about how it wasn't really love I was hanging on to, it was just a passing crush. The next morning, I awoke in love with my husband. My heart sang when he said "good morning, sweets" and my lips smiled adoringly at him when he put a hot cup of coffee in front of me. My mind had finally learned what was truly in my heart. "I love you," I said. My husband smiled softly, kissed me on the top of my head and said, "I know." Every morning since that one, I have woken up in love with my husband. Everything is better when we experience it together. We enjoy each other's company. Twenty years' worth of day-to-day dramas, 2 kids, 4 states and many cups of coffee haven't lessened the feelings of love we share. Sometimes he says "excuse me" when he needs to get by or smiles at something I said, and I'm beaming for an entire day. At night, when we finally go to bed and the house is quiet, I curl up next to him. "I love you," one of us says. "I love you, too," responds the other. And we know it to be the truth and we often think how lucky we both are to have married our first loves. ______________________________
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MROSETHGUNS	Re: Love story prompt	#5	[url]	[-]
Posts: 6037 10/15/07 15:04 The Web Dancer	Beautiful. I especially like the repeating of the sentence in which your husband kisses you and says "I know" to whatever you say to him. Besides, you showed the difference between real love and an infatuation. This is the first story from you I read. You're good. Thank you and Charlie for your comments on my story. Ema
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Swikan	Re: Love story prompt	#6	[url]	[-]
Posts: 15 10/15/07 16:29	Thank you for your comments, MROSETHGUNS. I like writing from prompts. ______________________________
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gojo431		#7	[url]	[-]
Posts: 6 06/30/08 10:34	Swikan, I really enjoyed your story very much. You write very well and you draw your reader into the story. I truly believe real love, just like a rose, takes time to grow and flourish. You described this very well in your story. Last Edited By: gojo431 06/30/08 10:36. Edited 1 time.
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novemshan		#8	[url]	[-]
Posts: 2 04/08/09 09:29	First love? I almost forget about it. But here I go, reminiscing the past. The relationship was ideal though it happened 8 years ago when I was still 13 yrs old. We're both young and so inloved with each other but of course, me and him against the world. Without so much details, it just ended when he finally left me and gone home to his place. It was a hell experience for me, but life is just like that! Some good things never last. _________ My health is my primary concern http://www.onlinehealthdeals.com
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rodentone		#9	[url]	[-]
Posts: 1969 04/11/09 14:13 The toe nibbler	After years as a rake, I have to say that I prefer interspecies love. I'm married to the former Malodor Skunk, and she seems a perfect match for a rat like me. Oscar Rat
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