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An eye for an eye my friend. ↗


— Tsugumi Ohba


#death #eye #fiction #friend #humor

What do we have here?” Grant slurs at me. He seems different and it raises flags in my mind. His fingers wrap around a section of my hair and it scares me. His face is flushed red and his eyes are glassy and bright. I can smell the smoky scent of whiskey or scotch rolling off his tongue as he speaks and breathes heavily. “I’m lost and I need a ride home.” My voice wavers as I speak and I hate it. I fist my hands in the hem of my blazer. “I’ll get Albert for you, but first spend some time with me,” he slurs again, sounding like his tongue is too large for his mouth. As if sensing my attention, the tip of his tongue sneaks out and slides along his supple bottom lip. He smiles as he tastes the alcohol that’s staining his mouth. His eyes are bright and shiny and glazed over. He has a smirk on his face that shows off his dimple. It no longer reminds me of Whitt. It seems sinister and dangerous- promising something I’m not ready to experience. The feel of his fingers playing with my hair gives me goosebumps and I shiver as my scalp tightens, sucking up the pleasant attention. I do my first stupid-girl moment of my life. I shameless crush on a guy and let it turn my thoughts to mush. “Okay, if you promise to call Albert first.” I try to negotiate with him and he gives me a naughty smirk for agreeing. He backs me up with his physical presence. His front touches mine- chest-to-chest. His lips part and breathes the smoky, whiskey scent onto my chin. My back hits the door behind me with an audible thump. He reaches around me and I don’t wince. I anticipate him touching me and crave it. Instead, his hand twists the doorknob by my hip and I fall backwards. I’m pushed into a dark room until my legs connect with the edge of a bed. I can’t see anything, and the only sound is our combined breathing. I feel alive with caution. I’m aware of every hair, every nerve on my flesh. My senses are so in-tuned that I can feel my system pumping the blood through my veins nourishing my whole body. ↗


— Erica Chilson


#bdsm #erotica #experience

Good fiction creates its own reality. ↗


— Nora Roberts


#fiction

I would be more frightened as a writer if people thought my movies were like science fiction. ↗


— Neil LaBute


#frightened #i #like #more #movies

Whenever you deal with science fiction you are setting up a world of rules. I think you work hard to establish the rules. And you also have to work even harder to maintain those rules, and within that find excitement and unpredictability and all that stuff. ↗


— Joel Edgerton


#deal #establish #even #excitement #fiction

I've always been a fan of books that create an interesting blend of fact and fiction - whether it's Norman Mailer, or 'The Short Timers,' or 'In Cold Blood.' I'm a fan of that genre. ↗


— Mark Boal


#been #blend #blood #books #cold

Good fiction is made of that which is real, and reality is difficult to come by. ↗


— Ralph Ellison


#difficult #fiction #good #made #real

There's the typical books, Moby Dick and, I guess in my adult life I began to read biographies more than fiction. I started to want to relate to other people's lives, things that had really happened. ↗


— Julius Erving


#adult life #began #biographies #books #fiction

I was always fascinated by science-fiction shows, shows like 'Star Trek' and 'Lost in Space.' ↗


— Michael P. Anderson


#fascinated #i #like #lost #science-fiction

I was born in 1950 and watched science fiction and horror movies on TV and was always really fascinated by them. ↗


— Rick Baker


#born #fascinated #fiction #horror #horror movies






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