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Friday, September 3, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 9-3-10: "The Flame Within"

(Source image: "Samba Beat 2" by Toon Stalpers).

The beat pulsed like a living thing, pounding in the blood, vibrating the senses, thrumming along every exposed nerve. Out on the dancefloor she whirled like a dervish, the cynosure of every man's eye. A wisp of a girl, one you could have taken for a mere teenager if not for the language her body spoke so eloquently. This was pure woman, moving with complete awareness of her body, its uses, and its effects on others. She smiled secretly to herself, feeling their stares, and threw back her head as she turned up the flame to full burn.

She swayed and spun to the rhythm, hips undulating, torso gyrating, breasts heaving. Sweat coated her in a fine mist, giving her a look as if she'd been dipped in oil. Economy and precision; passion, grace and fire. Every artful angle of her limbs, every step to the frantic beat, every slow pulse of her hips, every motion of hand and wrist and thigh and shoulder – it all spoke almost unbearably of sensuality beyond comprehension, a flame that could scorch anyone to ashes....or, phoenixlike, make them reborn.

Eyes shut tight, she spun and twisted her way into their fantasies, the music passing over and through her, carrying her away, bubbling in her blood. The flame within burned brightly, a living torch in the night.

Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 150-180 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...passion, grace and fire..."

I broke my own rules this week, going about forty words over the count, so you folks get to decide what sort of punishment I'm due. Eh? :)

The following people let me know they're participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.

Big Geek:
Spring Flower:
Sephani Paige:
Elisabeth:   (Elisabeth is new this week; go say welcome!)

Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB


Soren said...

VERY nice, PB. Really enjoyed your take this week, and the painting really did seem to bring out creativity.

Happy FFF!


snow said...

Gorgeous...i loved how your words painted the picture of her fluid, so hot, so *aware*....

beautifully done. Guess we have to give you a free pass on the 40 extra words...or make you use 40 less next week....


Anonymous said...

'The beat pulsed like a living thing, pounding in the blood, vibrating the senses, thrumming along every exposed nerve.' That's gorgeous!
I enjoyed every bit of this piece.

Anonymous said...

Well, well, well... I think we should all think of a proper punishment for you. ;)

Full burn, baby! Happy FFF. :)

Naughty Lexi said...

Even if I hadn't seen the picture, you've described it so fully that it wouldn't matter. Your prose dimmed the lights a little, maybe dialed the beat down from pulse-pounding to slow and sensual, jazz instead of samba, but all in the service of pure liquid sex appeal. It didn't seem voyeuristic, just a celebration of movement and form. Painting with words. Very nice.

Anonymous said...

I like this woman you've so well described. Wonderful prose, indeed. Still, I volunteer to do the spanking for the excess words. ;-)


The Panserbjørne said...

Soren: Thanks, man! I kind of wish I hadn't waited so long on posting this one after seeing what it brought out in others.

Snow: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, they do say rules were made to be broken, don't they? You specialize in that, after all. :)

R.: Thanks so much! I love to hear comments like this.

Spring Flower: I'm sure there are plenty of minds already thinking along those lines. Your input will no doubt be welcomed by all of 'em. :)

Lexi: Thankee kindly! I'm delighted to hear it when people like my take on a piece. I worked harder than usual on this one because the art spoke to me so much.

Puss: I'm sure you would. Heh. Very well then, we'll have to arrange for something. I have to man up to my mistakes, after all. :)

-- PB