Beauty (two sentences) - ZEFRANK.COM

masterofNone · 03-08-2003, 09:58 PM

Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker.

1kookykat · 03-09-2003, 04:38 AM

Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply.

Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone.

sbraiden · 03-13-2003, 01:31 PM

Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply.

Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone. Perhaps it was the absence of his voice on the other end of the line, or the ache of the wind through the window like a lover's unanswered touch. She felt her limbs uncurl and stretch to reach him, imagined the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the windburned glow that swept his face, the rugged beauty of his shadow in darkening rooms.

amanda · 03-13-2003, 03:35 PM

Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply.

Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone. Perhaps it was the absence of his voice on the other end of the line, or the ache of the wind through the window like a lover's unanswered touch. She felt her limbs uncurl and stretch to reach him, imagined the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the windburned glow that swept his face, the rugged beauty of his shadow in darkening rooms.

She sat, watching the clouds shift, stealing and revealing sunlight across the floor, much to the dismay of the lounging cat. Twiddling the paintbrush in her hands, she was determined to back to the task at hand.

masterofNone · 03-13-2003, 06:16 PM

Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply.

Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone. Perhaps it was the absence of his voice on the other end of the line, or the ache of the wind through the window like a lover's unanswered touch. She felt her limbs uncurl and stretch to reach him, imagined the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the windburned glow that swept his face, the rugged beauty of his shadow in darkening rooms.

She sat, watching the clouds shift, stealing and revealing sunlight across the floor, much to the dismay of the lounging cat. Twiddling the paintbrush in her hands, she was determined to back to the task at hand. She tormented the cat momentarily with the brush, smiling the smile of a gentle tease.

"Today, Mildew," she whispered to her furball, "today I am going to paint something."

sbraiden · 03-14-2003, 05:22 PM

Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply.

Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone. Perhaps it was the absence of his voice on the other end of the line, or the ache of the wind through the window like a lover's unanswered touch. She felt her limbs uncurl and stretch to reach him, imagined the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the windburned glow that swept his face, the rugged beauty of his shadow in darkening rooms.

She sat, watching the clouds shift, stealing and revealing sunlight across the floor, much to the dismay of the lounging cat. Twiddling the paintbrush in her hands, she was determined to back to the task at hand. She tormented the cat momentarily with the brush, smiling the smile of a gentle tease.

"Today, Mildew," she whispered to her furball, "today I am going to paint something."

The cat purred, curled gratefully around her feet, threw tiny little sparks of static stars into the air as she rubbed her fur across linen sheet-wrapped legs and skin. And then she saw it -- the arc of a calico back lit by pale porch-thinned sunlight and curtains that peek-a-booed tufted grins, a grimalkin flopped down on the pillows, transformed into a beautiful, sunlit sigh.

masterofNone · 03-15-2003, 01:36 PM

Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply.

Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone. Perhaps it was the absence of his voice on the other end of the line, or the ache of the wind through the window like a lover's unanswered touch. She felt her limbs uncurl and stretch to reach him, imagined the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the windburned glow that swept his face, the rugged beauty of his shadow in darkening rooms.

She sat, watching the clouds shift, stealing and revealing sunlight across the floor, much to the dismay of the lounging cat. Twiddling the paintbrush in her hands, she was determined to back to the task at hand. She tormented the cat momentarily with the brush, smiling the smile of a gentle tease.

"Today, Mildew," she whispered to her furball, "today I am going to paint something."

The cat purred, curled gratefully around her feet, threw tiny little sparks of static stars into the air as she rubbed her fur across linen sheet-wrapped legs and skin. And then she saw it -- the arc of a calico back lit by pale porch-thinned sunlight and curtains that peek-a-booed tufted grins, a grimalkin flopped down on the pillows, transformed into a beautiful, sunlit sigh. Mildew, her grey and mottled tabby looked over at this new and bold interloper with his usual lack of interest.

"Who are you, little beauty?" She said through an unsteady and awe struck giggle, "and where did you come from?"

03-08-2003, 09:58 PM	#1
masterofNone ________ Join Date: Sep 2002 Posts: 5,131	Beauty (two sentences) Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker.

03-13-2003, 01:31 PM	#3
sbraiden monkey Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: The Great White North, eh! Posts: 26	Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply. Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone. Perhaps it was the absence of his voice on the other end of the line, or the ache of the wind through the window like a lover's unanswered touch. She felt her limbs uncurl and stretch to reach him, imagined the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the windburned glow that swept his face, the rugged beauty of his shadow in darkening rooms. __________________ "The best way to predict the future is to invent it". -- Alan Kay

03-14-2003, 05:22 PM	#6
sbraiden monkey Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: The Great White North, eh! Posts: 26	Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply. Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone. Perhaps it was the absence of his voice on the other end of the line, or the ache of the wind through the window like a lover's unanswered touch. She felt her limbs uncurl and stretch to reach him, imagined the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the windburned glow that swept his face, the rugged beauty of his shadow in darkening rooms. She sat, watching the clouds shift, stealing and revealing sunlight across the floor, much to the dismay of the lounging cat. Twiddling the paintbrush in her hands, she was determined to back to the task at hand. She tormented the cat momentarily with the brush, smiling the smile of a gentle tease. "Today, Mildew," she whispered to her furball, "today I am going to paint something." The cat purred, curled gratefully around her feet, threw tiny little sparks of static stars into the air as she rubbed her fur across linen sheet-wrapped legs and skin. And then she saw it -- the arc of a calico back lit by pale porch-thinned sunlight and curtains that peek-a-booed tufted grins, a grimalkin flopped down on the pillows, transformed into a beautiful, sunlit sigh. Last edited by sbraiden : 03-14-2003 at 05:25 PM.

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03-09-2003, 04:38 AM	#2
1kookykat Black ants vs. white ants Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: The KookyKam Studios, atop the Kooky Building Posts: 215	Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply. Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone.

03-13-2003, 03:35 PM	#4
amanda old s'cool Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 2,426	Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply. Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone. Perhaps it was the absence of his voice on the other end of the line, or the ache of the wind through the window like a lover's unanswered touch. She felt her limbs uncurl and stretch to reach him, imagined the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the windburned glow that swept his face, the rugged beauty of his shadow in darkening rooms. She sat, watching the clouds shift, stealing and revealing sunlight across the floor, much to the dismay of the lounging cat. Twiddling the paintbrush in her hands, she was determined to back to the task at hand.

03-13-2003, 06:16 PM	#5
masterofNone ________ Join Date: Sep 2002 Posts: 5,131	Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply. Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone. Perhaps it was the absence of his voice on the other end of the line, or the ache of the wind through the window like a lover's unanswered touch. She felt her limbs uncurl and stretch to reach him, imagined the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the windburned glow that swept his face, the rugged beauty of his shadow in darkening rooms. She sat, watching the clouds shift, stealing and revealing sunlight across the floor, much to the dismay of the lounging cat. Twiddling the paintbrush in her hands, she was determined to back to the task at hand. She tormented the cat momentarily with the brush, smiling the smile of a gentle tease. "Today, Mildew," she whispered to her furball, "today I am going to paint something."

03-15-2003, 01:36 PM	#7
masterofNone ________ Join Date: Sep 2002 Posts: 5,131	Her shoulders were freckled and sunburnt and shiney with sweat mixed with tanning oil. Behind her, the wind was blowing in from the covered porch making the curtains billow like a sheer spinaker. The overpowering fragrance of orange blossoms forced her to smile and drink the air in deeply. Having no one there to share the moment with, her reverie faded and was dispatched abruptly by the sound of the telephone. Perhaps it was the absence of his voice on the other end of the line, or the ache of the wind through the window like a lover's unanswered touch. She felt her limbs uncurl and stretch to reach him, imagined the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the windburned glow that swept his face, the rugged beauty of his shadow in darkening rooms. She sat, watching the clouds shift, stealing and revealing sunlight across the floor, much to the dismay of the lounging cat. Twiddling the paintbrush in her hands, she was determined to back to the task at hand. She tormented the cat momentarily with the brush, smiling the smile of a gentle tease. "Today, Mildew," she whispered to her furball, "today I am going to paint something." The cat purred, curled gratefully around her feet, threw tiny little sparks of static stars into the air as she rubbed her fur across linen sheet-wrapped legs and skin. And then she saw it -- the arc of a calico back lit by pale porch-thinned sunlight and curtains that peek-a-booed tufted grins, a grimalkin flopped down on the pillows, transformed into a beautiful, sunlit sigh. Mildew, her grey and mottled tabby looked over at this new and bold interloper with his usual lack of interest. "Who are you, little beauty?" She said through an unsteady and awe struck giggle, "and where did you come from?"