“And that was when I knew
what it was like to burn for someone.”
When I saw him, it was the ethereal glow surrounding him in a purple haze that caught my attention. He stood in a casual stance, wearing black. But his hair was my downfall. It was straight and brown, curtaining around his face on one side while the other was tucked behind his ear, threatening to fall in the breeze. Chocolate, brown eyes flickered to mine and my breath caught in my throat. He held my gaze, and I couldn’t breathe.
God, but he was the most gorgeous creature I ever saw. Something about him made me feel alive again. I wanted to feel his skin. Taste his lips. Feel the silkiness of his hair. The stubble on his cheeks. It made my fingers twitch and my lips tingle at the thought.
It was illogical. I didn’t even know him. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It felt like I’d been burned, all the way down to my soul.
© Sarah Doughty
A little something
from Just Breathe,
my first novel,
slightly condensed.
I thought, perhaps on the weekends, or maybe just Sundays, I would share a little something from one of my books. They each mean so much to me, and maybe by sharing little bits of them, you, my lovelies, will have a little taste of the bigger picture. I do hope you like this idea. Be sure to let me know in the comments what you think.
Much love,
Sarah
A good idea. Thank you for sharing your work.
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Many thanks for sharing your thoughts! I’m glad you like this idea.
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You’re welcome!
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yes! i love this ❤
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Oh thank you so much! 😊😊😊
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Excellent idea! I love your writing.
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Thank you so much!
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It’s a great idea. Keeps your writing before an (adoring) public and allows you to remind people of what you are up to. Nice work.
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Many thanks for the wise words, my friend. I am more than my prose poetry, and likewise for my fiction. It’s overdue to share them both here. 😊
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What we write and what and who we are are two very different things, although they do seem to blend sometimes. The writer of flesh and blood can sometimes write words in which that flesh and blood flow. When it happens, it is the summit of what we do. But it still isn’t ‘us’ as we know ourselves to be. Ah, philosophy!
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I like your idea. Please share!
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Oh yay! I’m so glad you are on board!
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I want to read more!
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A good beginning.
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Aww thank you! This moment was what started the entire series. A very vivid dream I couldn’t get out of my head and didn’t want to. 😊
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