Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo. Click here to play along or just read more stories.
This wasn’t supposed to rhyme so much.
Heaven
I saw heaven in her eyes, heaven in her thighs, heaven in her lies. It wasn’t heaven but a guise.
She came into my life like a breeze. My heart fluttered like the leaves in the trees. I was lost in the depth of her eyes. Instantly, I was hers. From that moment on, I devoted my life, love, and considerable fortune to earning my place in heaven.
As I tumbled from the bluffs, all I could think was…
I saw heaven in her eyes, heaven in her thighs, heaven in her lies, but there’s no heaven in goodbyes.
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Beware women with wiles and rhymes
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Especially those rhymes. They’ll sneak up on you.
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Perhaps he should have found a more down to earth woman. But heavenly promises are so hard to resist and emotionally fatal.
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Well said. Thank you.
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Very nicely done. Not the first to fall for those eyes and thighs!
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Won’t be the last either. Thank you.
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I am what I am and can definitely be had by the looks. Well done.
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It’s not fair. Men are easily distracted by shiny objects. Thank you.
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True.
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Those thighs have teeth…
Poetic! I like the circular feel to the story. But I’m with James on this one. 😀
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Dang! Well, that’s an image I don’t in my head.
Unfortunately, those romantic flights of fancy are scarcely anchored by logic.
Thanks, T.
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It’s a safe sex call. I particularly like the Black Widow spider… 😀
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That doesn’t sound very safe.
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Femme Fatal(e) Sorry he met his end yet she went on to break other hearts.
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Unfortunately, relationships often have winners and losers. The losers tend to lose big.
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Heaven? More like a Hell of a mistake!
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Haha! Yes.
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Poor guy. Her insidious rhyming ways mislead him badly!
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Yep. When a woman makes you rhyme, you know it’s escape time. … Dang it!
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Poor guy, but the story-poem made me smile.
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I’m glad his misery and potential death could make you smile. 😁
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As long as he can rhyme eyes with thighs, I’m not too worried. 😀
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Dear Nobbin,
You might not have meant to rhyme so much, but it worked brilliantly..
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I go on rhyming sprees sometimes. I can’t help it. Thank you, Rochelle.
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A rhyming spree sounds like a fun ride. Your MC is destined for more tumbles I suspect. I hope he can find a more prosaic lady next time.
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It’s not uncommon for an MC to go on a rhyming spree. We can hope he learns his lesson if he survives this one. Some people never learn.
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Not all that you see is what you get! ‘Tis a sad state of affairs.
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Never judge a book by its cover… unless there’s a detailed synopsis.
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True enough!!
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yes it is safer to put all blame on the other
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It’s easier to see things from our point of view than someone else’s.
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I would say close them thighs and move on,,,
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I think he’s been moved on whether he wanted to be or not.
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When someone blows in like a breeze you have to wonder how long they will stay. Some people are just like that…
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I’ve known a few ‘any way the wind blows’ kind of people. What are you gonna do?
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people are who they are…I think it is foolish to think anyone can change another person…and a waste of time.
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I think we cling to the parts we like and hope the rest comes around.
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Lovely tale of lovely love but now she’s given him a shove. Great fun.
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Uh-oh! It’s contagious. Thank you.
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I’m impressed that he could still think in rhymes while plunging to his death! Your story is as catchy as a jingle!
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It’s contagious that rhyming, even as one is dying. I’d love to hear that jingle sometime.
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I suppose rhyming is a good way to distract the protagonist from his impending fate.
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