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Manet Alta Mente Repostum

She picked up the bottle of white wine and stepped out of her shoes onto the wet grass. The cold sensation of the evening dew touching the nerves between her toes gave her a hind of soberness, which disappeared as quickly as it came. With one hand in the air to keep her balance and the other holding the half empty wine bottle she turned around and around and around..

‘Can I dance with you?’

She stopped spinning and turned her body towards the voice and smiled. Putting down the whine and holding her arms out, she walked in the direction of the silhouette created by the moonlight. They slid their hands together as they closed into another. The soft music in the background gave them an excuse to dance slowly. Her toes where going numb from the cold grass and it gave her a sensation like nothing else; it felt like she was hovering over the grass. When she looked down she saw that an evening mist had formed itself over the grass like a blanket covering the ground for a peaceful night.

The music stopped and she tore herself away from the arms of her fellow dancer. While moving back she stumbled upon the half-empty wine bottle, she turned around, picked it up and walked away.

‘Where are you going?’

She turned on the tip of her toes and said; ‘I’ll be ok, I’m just going for a nightly swim’

As she walked away she knew that she had lied. She wouldn’t be ok, nor would she swim. She had lied as she had done so many times before. She had told white lies, black lies and a huge amount of grey lies. She had told lies for her own benefit or just to make her story stand out from the rest. She had told lies to spare someone from getting hurt, or because the truth is just too much to handle. The lie that she had just told was a mixture of white, black, grey and deep, deep red. The colour of this lie is as ugly as the lie itself. This lie enables her to commit a sin. A sin that would make her shiver and smile, it would make her long for more.

She turned around one more time and saw the silhouette of her dance partner as he follow her with his eyes. She laughed and made a silly step and jump to evoke some laughter….

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This is for a contest, but I have wrote it myself
Written July 4th, 2006

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  • A Beautiful Lie
    July 4, 2006
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    AMAZING.

    Savan, you have no idea how happy it makes me to read your writings again...

    This, was... brillant, and beautiful. I always love your stories, I guess it's because no matter the topic, setting, or personality of the characters, I can find a piece of me inside the lines.

    Amazing job hun .


  • Rivage
    July 4, 2006
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    It stays hidden/ kept deep in the soul

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    July 4, 2006
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    Have bookmarked this as hope to enter,please could you let me know what the title means for the story inspiration?

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    July 4, 2006
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    Well written,typo with "whine" should be "wine",was interested in this from beginning to end and whilst it is nice to have a conclusion to a story an open end like this leaves the reader with a flight of fancy of their own


  • Cherub
    July 4, 2006
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    Wow...this is pretty good. I think I'm going to enter the contest, but only if I come up with something really good. Don't know yet, but still, wow. This is such a beautiful scene you've painted here.
    -blake

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