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Writing Exercice #2 - ''Red''
red letter day – spring – city – purse – lemon – camera – Anastasia – leather – date – bed – door – blanket – heart – flower – bite
 
By a cold and peaceful afternoon in February, Ethan was comfortably sitting on a sofa, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace. He was looking at his beloved, snugly huddled against him, when he started remembering the day of their first meeting.
It was on a Sunday afternoon, just like this one, he was getting ready for a shooting like every Sunday afternoon. But what he did not know is that today’s model was not actually the one he was expecting.
At the time that he was tweaking a few last-minute settings on his camera, he suddenly felt a slight vibration in his back pocket, as he received a text from the awaited model:
Sorry Ethan, I won’t be able to make it today :/
I’m planning on spending the day out w
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Writing Exercice #1 - ''Blue''
dragons – awkward – table – dude – run – jacket – surprise – teeth – upstairs – hamburger
 
It was a typical peaceful Christmas night, as the snow was falling in the streets, everything was utterly quiet.
Elliot was finally drifting asleep after what seemed to him like hours during which he couldn’t stop fidgeting, thinking about all the presents he was going to get in just a few hours from now.
He was feeling this youthful excitement that every kid has felt at least once a year, during this cold period of winter. This genuine and naïve sensation that every kid will slowly tend to lose as years pass by and what was once being starry-eyed transforms into a withering yearly routine, making this sensation less and less intense till it gets completely flushed out and leave a seemingly empty place in their feelings.
“Elliot… wake up... wake up! Santa just left the house!!”, wa
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W. | 21 | INFJ
France
Hello, friend.

I'm a 21 years-old French guy, genuine art lover, gentlemen by day, philosopher by night, pervert by choice, rebel by fate.
When writing I try to capture feelings and emotions and share them through various stories for others to enjoy.


DEFINING QUOTE:
“He certainly seemed to have all the qualities of a gentleman, but the interesting kind who knows exactly when to stop behaving like one.”

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red letter day – spring – city – purse – lemon – camera – Anastasia – leather – date – bed – door – blanket – heart – flower – bite

 

By a cold and peaceful afternoon in February, Ethan was comfortably sitting on a sofa, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace. He was looking at his beloved, snugly huddled against him, when he started remembering the day of their first meeting.

It was on a Sunday afternoon, just like this one, he was getting ready for a shooting like every Sunday afternoon. But what he did not know is that today’s model was not actually the one he was expecting.

At the time that he was tweaking a few last-minute settings on his camera, he suddenly felt a slight vibration in his back pocket, as he received a text from the awaited model:

Sorry Ethan, I won’t be able to make it today :/
I’m planning on spending the day out with my boyfriend, hope you understand! <3”

Then, with a sigh as he was about to turn off his phone being quite disappointed and start packing away his photo equipment, he received one more message:

However, I have a friend of mine that should come visit you by then! :smile:
Please be gentle with her since she’s new to this kind of modeling! – oc I know you will :wink: –
Anyway, I really gotta go now, ttyl, cya! xoxo

As he finished reading, someone suddenly rang the doorbell, forthwith he hurried himself to open the door:

Hi!... um you’re Ethan… right?

That’s when he first saw her.

She was holding a small purse with both hands in a very delicate way, only letting go of one hand to rearrange her hair as she gave him this deep and inquiring stare that delivered him quite a blow, the kind of blow you only experience by looking at nothing less than an angel.

Ugh, Hi! Yea-yes that is me… uh, so you’re here for the shooting? Please, come on in… oh and you’re…?”

Oh, I’m sorry, my name’s Anastasia, but everyone calls me Nastya…

Nastya, right… okay pleased to meet you…

And as they shacked hands he felt a piece of metal around one of her fingers, a ring presumably.

But he couldn't tell to which finger it was attached, and at the same time was too afraid to look and give up on this little spark of hope that she just lit up in his chest.

He offered to help her take off her belongings, which she accepted quite discombobulated, looking uneasy like if this was the first time somebody had such manners with her.

As he was taking off her leather jacket, a delightful smell came to him, she was wearing this fresh and voluptuous lemony perfume, it was spring before time.

So… um… it’s your first boudoir photoshoot?

Um… actually… yes… to be honest that’s probably why I’m a little nervous…

Oh, ok I see, don’t worry, I may actually be even more nervous than you are you know?

They both exchanged a quite nervous laugh, which against all expectations actually made them both feel a little less awkward and helped create a relaxed atmosphere.

Uh… so… where can I change myself?

Oh, you can use the bathroom, it’s right behind you, the door on your left.

Thanks… so… uh I’ll be right back in a minute if it’s ok?

Of course, of course take your time I need to finish setting up the camera and all don’t worry.

As she humbly excused herself to the bathroom, Ethan continued to set up his camera and lit the fireplace up to warm up the room a little. He took the opportunity to add a few blankets here and there as well to make the place feel a bit cozier.

She came back a few minutes later, wearing lace underwear and stockings, arms folded while slightly crossing her legs, looking both excited and anxious.

Ethan, although normally accustomed to the sight of women in such skin-showing outfit, felt the need to look away to avoid making eye-contact and make her uncomfortable.

Although the main reason was probably the fact that he had to admit that she looked rather attractive in such revealing outfit. 

So… um… are we ready to being?

She nodded while letting out a “yes” as she exhaled deeply.

Ethan started showing her a few places to sit or lay on and gave her a few instructions on how to start.

Then, as the shooting slowly set in motion, Nastya started to look more and more confident, posing in a more self-assured way, looking more often at the camera than before. Ethan even caught her swiftly biting her upper lip while giving him a seductive look that gave him chills all over his body.

Halfway through the shooting, Ethan observed that she wasn’t currently wearing any ring and that she must have removed it before the photoshoot.

The photoshoot ended a few hours later as the afternoon slowly drifted away to let its place to dusk.

Well, I think that’s it for today, thank you very much for your time, you can get dressed now.

Thanks… It was great…

She rushed back to the bathroom and came back a few moments later to give him her farewell and leave hastily:

“Bye…”

“Bye!…”

As he replied, Ethan stopped for a second and then dashed to the door and called her out:

“Nastya!”

She stopped, stood still for a second, before turning back with an almost imperceptible smirk.

“Yes?”

“You um… uh… d-do you have something planned tonight? Cause if you don’t, um… would it be ok to… I w-would like to um… you know… to celebrate your first photoshoot somehow?”

“Take me to lunch? Sure. Text me where and when and I’ll meet you there!”

“Uh… okay sure, well uh, later then!...”

“Later!”

She chuckled as she turned back and rushed down the stairs.

As he saw her silhouette slowly drifting away in the distance he leisurely closed the door till he could no longer hear the sound of her heels hammering on the floor.

Two hours passed till they get to meet again later this night, 212 Broad Street, to eat at one of the most elegant lounge bar of all New York City.

During this enchanting dinner, they both exchanged amusing stories and witticisms usually followed by heartfelt laughs as well as a few silences, not the uncomfortable ones, but the pleasant ones, accompanied by tender looks and delighted faces.

When the meal came to its end, Ethan offered to accompany Nastya home as she told him she was living in an apartment nearby.

Before they could kiss goodbye, she offered him a last drink, which he gladly accepted.

As they were gently talking while entering the room, an awkward silence suddenly took place.

Ethan started looking around the room solely to escape this unsettling pause in the conversation, gazing upon every item present in the room. From a family picture beside a glass vase which contained a single flower, a rose, with a card saying “Un souvenir de Paris”.

While he was still looking here and there till a trinket would catch his eye, he noticed what looked like the handle of an acoustic guitar under the bed till he glanced at a calendar with today’s date circled with a heart shaped figure.

That’s when he realized:

Oh, but today was Valentine’s day…

Quite surprised, she replied:

What… you weren’t aware of it?

Wow, I legit forgot about it…

She couldn't retain her laugh, looking perkier than ever, which made her look more appealing all the more, delivering another blow to his chest.

So basically, I just realize that I got you on a date without even knowing it…

She gave him this mischievous and ravishing stare as she smiled while readjusting a strand of hair:

Was that a bad thing?

No! No… of course not! But uh… you know, I can imagine what it might have looked like…

What…? What might it have looked like to you?

Well…, you know… a photograph dating one of his model… a new one furthermore, pretty cliché isn’t it?

They both chuckled. He was the one feeling a bit uneasy right now as she, on the other hand, clearly gained confidence throughout the conversation.

Oh that! Well… would it make you feel better if I told you that all I saw tonight was a date with a… I must admit… pretty nice guy… rather cute I’d even say.

He replied both flattered and embarrassed:

Eh… uh… thanks?

He suddenly noticed that she was playing with this beautiful silver ring she was wearing… and then realized that this ring was attached to her left ring finger…

This very moment was the final blow to his chest.

He was so bumped that he almost spilled his drink.

All he could do was being able to mumble while trying to remain as impassive as possible:

“*cough* um… Is that an engagement ring you have?”

She replied, quite amused by such biased and leery question:

Oh that?”

She giggled as she was removing it from her finger.

“No, believe it or not, I usually wear it on my right hand but it bothers me when I’m playing with my guitar for some reason…

This reply was everything he could have ever dreamed of, in fact, it was the most relieving words he ever heard. And as he pictured himself dreaming of the day he will be able to offer her this missing ring, he started wrapping his arms tightly around her, giving her his warmest embrace, while gently caressing her lips with his, thus followed by a slow and languorous tender kiss, as she chuckled mildly with content. This really was, one red letter day.

Writing Exercice #2 - ''Red''

“Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.”

― Pablo Picasso

SELF-IMPOSED CONSTRAINTS:
This is the result of a writing exercise in which I needed to use 15 random words to create a short story of ~1500 words with a margin of error of ~200 words.

PERSONAL RENDITION:
I have tried to arouse soft uncertain feelings and through the behavior of the two characters as they get to know each other, as well as some narrative details meant to help the reader to picture himself the scene and hopefully make the various feelings palpable.
As always, to achieve this goal I tried to empathize with the feelings I wanted to pass on.

In the same way I used the symbolism attached to the red color which involve feelings such as love, passion and desire. 
Here I chose to mainly focused on a lighthearted love rather than lust or any kind of sexual desire.

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Music: Capri Jazz Piano Bar
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dragons – awkward – table – dude – run – jacket – surprise – teeth – upstairs – hamburger

 

It was a typical peaceful Christmas night, as the snow was falling in the streets, everything was utterly quiet.

Elliot was finally drifting asleep after what seemed to him like hours during which he couldn’t stop fidgeting, thinking about all the presents he was going to get in just a few hours from now.

He was feeling this youthful excitement that every kid has felt at least once a year, during this cold period of winter. This genuine and naïve sensation that every kid will slowly tend to lose as years pass by and what was once being starry-eyed transforms into a withering yearly routine, making this sensation less and less intense till it gets completely flushed out and leave a seemingly empty place in their feelings.

“Elliot… wake up... wake up! Santa just left the house!!”, was whispering his sister Chloe with excitement while trying to winkle out his brother from bed.

Elliot, even though barely awake suddenly realized what her sister just told him and jumped out of his bed, following his sister downstairs where the family tree was waiting for them along with what seemed to them like dozens of mysterious surprises, awaiting to be savagely unwrapped.

Their parents were waiting nearby the table with a polaroid camera to keep remembrances of this wonderful day, witnessing the joy of their little ones as they rush to open their neatly packed gifts… knowing that they’d feel awkward looking at these framed moments when they’ll be all grown up.

But every time they looked at it, it made them feel this neat sensation again, feeling it through the bright starry-eyes of their infants as they open their presents with excitement.

Elliot and her sister were frantically unwrapping every present starting with the big ones, not listening to their parents telling them to do the exact opposite.

Elliot got a small bike as well as a matching jacket with his sister that made her run back upstairs to try it on immediately. He also took some time to play with what looked like a brand new fake plastic hamburger for the family dog to chew on for him to teethe.

After thinking that this transient moment of excitement was finally over and ready to let the joy of playing with his new toys take over, his parents told him that he forgot to open one that was lying on the floor, nearby the socks hanging on the chimney.

Even though he was already full of delight of his gifts, this one intrigued him more than all the other ones by his uncommon form and the fact that he was asking himself how he could’ve missed such a huge one that was less than three feet away from him.

By the time he started opening it all he saw was what looked like a pointy tail, even though quite fluffy, leading to what seemed to him like two wings, that’s when he knew what he just got:

“A DRAGON PLUSHY! DUDE, THAT’S SO COOL! THANKS SANTA! ”, he shouted with excitement as he started running around the table pretending to fly along with his new friend.

Later that night, when his parents kissed him and her sister good night, seeing him wrapped tight in his bed along with his new plushy. They gently closed the door and started remembering that the best presents they had today was to see their kids feeling what they felt long ago, knowing that it was still there somewhere, deep down in their memories and that they’re glad they still have, making them realize that they didn’t lose this sensation after all, but instead simply buried it deep enough for them not to be able to find it again without the help of the genuine faces of their kids, being the only ones able to get passed all these fathomless layers they made throughout the years, only with the simple sight of theirs, full of genuine happiness.

Writing Exercice #1 - ''Blue''

“Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.”

― Pablo Picasso

SELF-IMPOSED CONSTRAINTS:
This is the result of a writing exercise in which I needed to use 10 random words to create a short story of ~500 words with a margin of error of ~200 words.

PERSONAL RENDITION:
I have tried to arouse in the reader a sense of melancholy through some suspended "moments", and states of floating in which the reader should be able to picture himself the scene and hopefully make the various feelings palpable.
To achieve this goal I tried to empathize with the feelings I wanted to pass on.

In the same way I used the informal definition of the "blue" adjective (referring to a person or mood) which involve feelings such as melancholy, sadness, or sorrow.
Here I chose to mainly focused on the melancholy rather than the sadness or sorrow.


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