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The smell of flesh reminds me of you, and I dream of your supple legs crushing me softly.
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Rachel whispered to me through the spirit veil. I could feel her slither up my spine and wrap her lips around my ear. Wisps of vapor coiled around my body and grew heavy as she pushed herself into this world. Her weight pressed against my back as she gouged her fingers into my neck.
"Rachel." I said, strained. My words billowed into the frigid air. "We need to talk."
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Rachel whispered to me through the spirit veil. I could feel her slither up my spine and wrap her lips around my ear. Wisps of vapor coiled around my body and grew heavy as she pushed herself into this world. Her weight pressed against my back as she gouged her fingers into my neck.
"Rachel." I said, strained. My words billowed into the frigid air. "We need to talk."
Lines of dubious merit...
Rachel whispered to me through the spirit veil. I could feel her slither up my spine and wrap her lips around my ears. Her tongue injected bane like a meaty syringe.
Great Openings
That was the name of the class I attended at the local literary center (The Loft) here in Minneapolis. I'm constantly writing and rewriting segments and snapshots under my own volition, but I thought bringing a little theory into the mix could help with the insight. The class had examples, discussions and impromptu workshops that were pretty well focused on dissecting the story's opening.
Incidentally, and in hind-sight "fortunately", I was unprepared for the class. I slept in this wonderful Saturday and was casual enough to forget to double-check the class's description for any preparations I should have made. I say "fortunately" because th
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