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Date Posted: 11:16:56 09/14/06 Thu
Author: Feathers
Subject: Fall Fanfic Challenge....


Hey all! It's been a while since we had some good stories, eh? I know there have been a few events over the summer (one in particular) that may have dampened the spirits of our muses, but the professional side of Mr. Sex-On-Legs ought to be able to live in our dreams and fantasies however we desire. THEREFORE....

Here's your challenge: Write a short story using these words (in any order)...

Follow
Twilight
Smooth
Restless

And here's your visual inspiration...
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[> I'll give it a shot...can't think about that beautiful smile of the Aussie turning into a frown because no one wrote a quick lil thing about him...lol -- girard_06, 22:55:24 09/20/06 Wed [1]

It was a restless night in bed, lying next to her. The twilight shown through the blinds as he stared down at her smooth body. Oh how he wanted to reach out and touch her, send shock waves through her body one more time, like they had done just hours before. He thought through a plan to awaken her from the slumber she was in. Should he follow through with it, he thought. Why the hell not!


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[> [> Bravo, girard! -- Feathers (I'm still working on mine - I'm long-winded), 00:37:09 09/22/06 Fri [1]


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[> [> [> Thanks! Now I'm waiting "patiently" for everyone elses! lol -- girard_06, 19:56:22 09/25/06 Mon [1]


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[> I couldn't resist... I love, love this picture! -- bird, 00:04:25 09/29/06 Fri [1]

Just one more picture she begged gently rubbing the arm of his jacket feeling the incredibly smooth material underneath her fingers. Okay, but just one more he conceded as he stopped to pose one last time still beaming from how much fun their night together had been so far. Don't move an inch, Keith, she insisted noticing that his shirt had come open just slightly above his belt buckle revealing just a peek of his otherwise hidden stomach. This might be the best one yet she teased quickly dropping the camera into her purse. I'm feeling a little restless, a little wild tonight he remarked brushing a loose strand of her hair gently away from her eyes putting the other hand in his pocket. What do you say we head back to my house, let me change into my riding jeans, get out of this horribly uncomfortable shirt, and let's go for a ride; let me show you 'round Nashville? That should give you something exciting to share with all of your horny female friends on the message board, don't you think? C'mon baby, follow me he said taking her hand in his...

They're never going to believe this she kept thinking feeling his long fingers tightly intertwined with hers. Sure they might believe that she saw him at Starbucks. Maybe they'll even believe that he walked over and commented about how he liked her shirt, the one from his Alive in '05 tour, grinning the whole time. But there was not enough alcohol in the Ozarks to convince them that he had asked her if she would she like to go to dinner with him...Okay, there was no way that they'd believe any of this whole encounter and they sure as heck wouldn't believe that she was walking to his Bentley right now: touching his hand, holding his hand, him holding her hand, their hands holding each other, her fingers next to his fingers! Hell, she didn't even believe it herself! But then she thought about the pictures. How many had she taken? Would there be enough to prove that all this really had happened on her vacation to Nashville? And what about Nicole? What if she...Bird? Sweetheart? Are you okay? Don't you want to get in? Listen,I promise I'll have you home by twilight, Keith jested rubbing his scruff in anticipation and trying to appear serious despite his dancing eyes. I promise he said as he cupped both his hands around hers. His face had grown serious and so had his tone almost as if he feared a possible rejection from her. Of course, I want to go with you she giggled, looking nervously inside the passenger door, at the leather seats, the plush carpet, and then quickly back at him...

I might want to get more pictures she admitted as they quickly pulled onto the interstate. Only Polaroids for the rest of the night he winked. But I don't have a Polaroid camera she said matter-of-factly. Neither do I he smiled...


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[> Do I get double points for using the words twice? Since I haven't seen KP today I had to try to fill in for her. Mine is nowhere near as good as hers will be but I gave it a Texas try. -- Texas_Cheryl, 20:11:56 09/29/06 Fri [1]

She had been sitting for what seemed like forever and was starting to feel restless. "Stood up again" she thought. "So much for my book title bringing me good luck." she mumbled. Twilight was approaching quickly. Soon it would be too dark to read. "I guess I should follow the sun's lead and head home." she thought to herself. Then she heard the smoothest voice speak from behind her.

"You make a stone statue look restless. You've been sitting there forever." She replied, "I was um, waiting for someone." She stared into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Forming any more words to speak was impossible. All she wanted to do was run her hands through his blondish brownish hair and rub her cheek against the sexy scruff on his face."

He chuckled and said, "Well I'm definately a somebody. I may not be the one you were waiting for but I'd be happy to be their replacement." She smiled and nodded yes, then shyly looked at the ground. What should she say to this most beautiful man? He held out his hand and she tucked hers inside as they followed the path that led through the park and towards the parking lot. Though twilight was quickly turning to night she could see his face in the lamp light. As she stroked the smooth cover of her book she had to smile. Maybe she would be "The Biggest Winner" after all.


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[> [> well tex -- kennedypratt, 11:35:29 10/01/06 Sun [1]

I see I've been taking away from your creativity all this time. Perhaps I should go AWOL more often and we'd see more great stories out of you.


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[> After reading all the good ones, just think of this as a rock in the ocean. But at least I tried. LOL! -- Mo, 16:54:54 09/30/06 Sat [1]

“Smooth.” That’s what she thought after a while. Smooth. She might have said “slick,” but somehow that sounded disrespectful. She had been resolute in her determination not to let her restless heart rule her this time, yet here she was watching twilight turn into evening in the reflection in his eyes. Those gorgeous eyes. Blue, but not like a lake, they were the color of slate and waiting to be written on in that fine, firm hand.

She asked him what he was thinking and watched the corners of his mouth turn upward slightly as his only immediate reply. He smiled as much with his eyes as he did with his lips. Such tempting lips. They were soft and full and surrounded by the kind of artfully casual “scruff” that at three days growth seemed more like a completed project than the simple lack of shaving. And in her mind, at least, she knew that the beard would be soft and supple against her skin and smell sweetly of the cologne that drifted softly on the air around them.

He reached across the small table to touch her hand and whispered, “I know a place . . . .” in that light Aussie accent she found so appealing. But before he could finish the thought, she met his eyes directly and gave a short, quick nod before looking away shyly. When they rose from the table, he took a casual hold on her arm. “Aren’t you going to ask . . . ?”

She turned and smiled up at him. “Maybe later,” she said softly. “For now, I’d follow you anywhere.”


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[> [> Dang, Mo! -- bird, 23:41:34 10/01/06 Sun [1]

"...the kind of artfully casual scruff that at three days growth seemed more like a completed project than the simple lack of shaving."

A completed project?! Holy Moly, Mo! Someone's been studyin' some scruff here! lol


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[> [> [> LOL! Thanks, bird! I guess I have. -- Mo, 03:07:37 10/02/06 Mon [1]


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[> [> [> Oh, Bird, you have no idea.... -- Feathers, 10:03:17 10/02/06 Mon [1]

Our Mo is not has a BS in Scruff Technology and a BA in Scruff Design, she also has a Master's Degree in Scruff (an MSA). Her Thesis was "The Cultural and Sociological Determinants of Scruff, based on the physiological and emotional effects of scruff to the female epidermis".


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