“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
—William Wordsworth
Welcome back! I hope you are having fun so far. How are the words flowing? How's your inner critic doing? Often times, when we give ourselves permission to be creative without reason or purpose - simply for the act of being creative our inner critic either 1. shuts up or 2. rears her head with a vengeance! If you find your Inner Critic screaming in your ear that you 'aren't doing anything useful' or that 'this will never be good if you don't edit it and put HOURS into making it good', take a deep breath and say, "Thank you Inner Critic (I named mine Beatrix). I know you are trying to protect me, but I am safe. I don't need you right now." Feel free to end it with a "Now, fuck off." but only if that doesn't upset you. This BootyCamp is about pushing past any kind of barriers and writing anyway. Keep going! It is okay if it sucks, it is okay if it seems too easy, it is okay if it is painful and not editing makes you itch. It is all part of the process. You are where you are! And you are in the perfect place to keep moving forward.
You got this.
Let's get going!
Today's Prompt:
Stuck atop a Ferris wheel
Regina's 15 minutes of creative writing:
Karma’s skin zinged like electricity as she craned her neck up to look at the lights and seats towering far far above. Her palms started to sweat, and she tried to wipe them off inconspicuously on her skirt.
“Nervous?” Tanner asked, smiling down at her from under his swooping bangs.
“Nah, I do stuff like this all the time,” Karma tried to look cool, propping her hands on her hips and shifting her weight back, but she bumped into the line railing, knocking it over and fetching a dirty look from the carnie up at the Ferris wheel controls, and a couple more from the older kids in front and behind them.
“Sorry,” she yelled at the carnie who rolled his eyes and spit. “Sorry,” she muttered to the kids in front and behind her in line. They laughed, tipping their heads together and whispering. “Sorry,” she whispered to the metal pole attached to lengths of chain before she yanked it back to its wobbly feet.
By the time she turned back to Tanner, the line had moved, and a large gap had opened between them and the metal seats leading up to the ride.
“Hurry up,” griped the kids behind her.
Karma tried to laugh, but her voice got caught in her throat and she ended up coughing and choking. People in all directions recoiled as if she had just broken out in boils.
“I’m not sick,” she wheezed, between fits of coughs, then started up again, almost bent double with a distinctly old man sound.
Wiping tears from her eyes and catching her breath, Karma looked up and noticed Tanner was standing on the metal steps, blue eyes shining in the carnival lights, reaching one hand out to her. In her mind, time slowed, music swelled from all around them – romantic music, not the carnie junk that was pumped in all around them encouraging people to spend their money on impossible games to win cheap crap- and cartoon stars twinkled up ahead. She raised her hand to take his -
“You doin’ this or not, kid? I ain’t got all night,” the carnie spit again, then lifted his grimy shirt to wipe his mouth, exposing a – very unromantic stretch of hairy belly.
Tanner dropped his hand and got into the seat, sliding towards the hinge of the currently open safety rail.
Karma swallowed her panic and forced a smile, tripped over the last metal step and stumbled against Tanner as she tried to find her seat.
“Most people wait till the top to start that,” the carnie wheezed, blowing something out of his nose and onto the ground before slamming the safety rail shut and kicking the seat into motion. Karma squirmed and squiggled trying to get onto her own side of the seat, while Tanner twinkled and smiled, the cutest boy in school, smiling at her, reaching for her hand, asking her to ride the Ferris wheel with him.
“Am I dreaming?” She asked as he casually draped his arm along the back of the seat. She felt the heat of his body along her left side and across her shoulders and sighed, just before the wheel lurched into motion and she let out a breathless squeak. Her hands locked on the safety rail, her body folding awkwardly forward in rebellion to the unsettling lurching swinging feeling beneath her.
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Time’s up! What did you write? Share in the comments, or send me an email. Let’s try again tomorrow! Here’s to the writing challenge!!
See you tomorrow!
With Love,
Regina Grimm is the author of erotic fairytales written for the uninhibited readers 18+.
Check out my books:
Snow White and the Wicked Curse: Chapter 1
Snow White and the Vicious Curse: Chapter 2
Snow White and the Seven Thieves: Chapter 3
The final chapter, Snow White and the Poisoned Apple.
Prefer to read the whole story at once? Grab your copy of Snow: The Complete Erotic Series now! All five books available now in ebook and paperback.
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With Love,
Check out her books:
Snow White and the Wicked Queen: Chapter 1
Snow White and the Vicious Curse: Chapter 2
Snow White and the Seven Thieves: Chapter 3
Snow White and the Poisoned Apple: The Final Chapter
Prefer to read the whole story at once? Grab your copy of Snow: The Complete Erotic Series now! All five books are available now as ebooks and paperbacks. Coming soon in Large Print format!
2nd edition coming 2025!
