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Post a comment with three words and I will dust off my creative writing skills in an attempt to use your three words in some kind of creative writing project, whether poem or ficlet is yet to be determined, also let me know if you have a preferred format (type of poetry, drabble, ficlet, short story, preferred fandom?) and I will see what I can do.
I make no promises. I tell only the lies the Muse whispers sweetly in my ear.
I'm hijacking a meme from a much more accomplished writer
cadhla, and offering it to you wholesale.(oh, and btw go read
cadhla, she's a local girl and a hell of a songsmith!)Post a comment with three words and I will dust off my creative writing skills in an attempt to use your three words in some kind of creative writing project, whether poem or ficlet is yet to be determined, also let me know if you have a preferred format (type of poetry, drabble, ficlet, short story, preferred fandom?) and I will see what I can do.
I make no promises. I tell only the lies the Muse whispers sweetly in my ear.
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She knew she needed to breathe in order to hold the asana properly, but she was more accustomed to her yoga videocassettes. This new teacher was... NEW.
And... DIFFERENT.
Truculently, she held her breath, though she knew it didn't help her at all to run through her yoga routines conserving air... it was downright... counterproductive!
it was just that... he was so... enthusiastic.
ugh.
Too young, too sure of himself, too puppyish. Why was she finding it awkward to tell him to back the hell off? She'd told dozens of instructors where to get off, and she'd been correct in assessing their subject-matter knowledge... or LACK thereof...
heh.
Stuck in Triangle pose, she smiled. Her puppyish instructor, misinterpreting her expression, chose to bring out his inner cheerleader: "THERE you go! can you feel the stretch in your obliques?!?!"
Her eyes rolled, almost without her active volition. On impulse, she replied in full valley-girl accent, "Oh my god, YES! it's so aMAzing! it feels so GOOOOooodddd..... mmmmmMMMMmmm!"
and the perky young instructor faltered one step backward... before recovering. "All-all right now, miss Becket, let's see your Warrior pose next!"
Miss Becket sighed and swept perfectly trimmed (though sweaty) white hair from her forehead as she settled into her Warrior I.
Puppies.
There was only so much one could do, short of actually BREAKING them, to discourage puppies. She decided to suffer the remainder of the 90 minute workout with her new personal trainer in relative silence.