Whacking your meat in memory of your dead wife under an old STD-infected tree (353 hits)
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Submitted by Deadly (View user info) at 2004-09-04 07:39:38 EDT
Archie straightened his back and raised his eyes from the dusty road, after reaching down to pick up his old worn leather case he composed himself. Looking ahead Archie's eyes beheld a mesmerising sight. Absorbing the beauty he was momentarily hypnotized. In the distance he could make out the outline of their meeting place, the acre stretch of field blanketed with buttercups. The heavenly pale blue skies complimented with flocculent white clouds, their old solid oak tree. The place where they found themselves, together. His heart pounded as lightening ran through his veins.
Archie beamed as he wondered if she'd be there waiting. She'd not failed him yet.
Would she race towards him with outstretched arms, auburn curls taking flight behind her? Would she wait for him at the foot of the oak tree to greet him in the shade with the irresistible offer of her soft crimson lips? Would she... tic..tic..tic; distracted from his thoughts he glanced at his pocket watch. "Darn.... 2:30.... no time to waste"
As he abandoned the dusty road for the comfort of softer more familiar ground, Archie picked up the pace. Approaching the old oak he closed his eyes and inhaled, her light, sweet, pure scent lingered in his nostrils and at the back of his throat. To taste and smell her was to need her.
Greeted with a kiss and promises of forever, they're both content.
As each time before this he opens his worn case and retrieves two tin cups and a bottle of homemade rose petal wine. They indulged in an afternoon of intoxicating passion, coming together and feeling whole again. Every second savoured and treasured, theirs to keep.
Pouring the last cup of the rose petal wine he looks at her, takes her hand and kisses it gently.
"Archie, it's time for me to go...are you coming?"
"Go on ahead, I'm going to relish the last drop whilst watching the sunset...I'll follow you shortly"
Archie raised the cup to his lips and drank to the last of the 50 years without her.
After the tired, white haired old man welcomed the sunset he closed his eyes.
With a light warm breeze Mother Nature beckoned him home.
User Reviews
Submitted by Deadly (user info) at 2004-09-04 10:22:38 EDT (#)
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*hangs head in shame*
A shitbag, hitwhore i am then.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-09-04 10:15:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I agree with Circe.
Oh, and I also think that you've gone from someone who actually had a little promise with their writing, to a shitbag hitwhore.
But, what do I know? Nothing, obviously.
Submitted by Deadly (user info) at 2004-09-04 09:38:57 EDT (#)
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I bet, due to the shitty title that this gets way more hits, however, i do apologise.
Submitted by Avals (user info) at 2004-09-04 09:29:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I'm sorry you felt it necessary to ruin your own work like that.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-09-04 08:21:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Way to ruin something that was decent.
Submitted by Fartman (user info) at 2004-09-04 08:09:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
-2 for retitled repost.
Steal something new.
Submitted by Stin (user info) at 2004-09-04 08:04:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Shit title.
I like your writing style, it was easy to read.
Submitted by oddzandendz (user info) at 2004-09-04 07:52:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Too much archie, not enough betty and veronica
Those were some foxy cartoon teenage sexpots...am I right?
Wooohoooooo