scopperloit

I try to never miss the latest Bell offering :)

Ow. A nicely placed ‘ow’. Score. Scratch. Mark. Scald. Bite. Draw a little blood, and write your initials with it. Bell, this be nicely cooked. I like, I like.

ah, this has such a feline and feral sensuality about it – I am in awe of the way you conjure up these images in us all!

by the way – got to love a scopperloit…

absolutely rendering. loved every bit.

whats a scopperloit when its not at home
an anagram or something painfull?
another journey into the de sadian female revenge saga
what can i say,but its painfully sublime irony at its best

beautiful evocative work

hot. by the time you started to ‘pluck’ an ‘inky hair’ i literally shuddered. perfect words.

I found scopperloit here….what a fantastic word! What a wonderful story…..love how you transport us.

ahhh beautiful woman, how i knew the champagne and moon would brew a pot of saucy words… and brew they did, in the way that only you can wield your pen to turn pain into tenderness and loss into hope.
And then I see him for the first time in three autumns
There’s whiskey again, and rain, and that smile that I give
When I’m pretending the person I’ve run into
Hasn’t been inside me a thousand times
And that look that he gives
When he’s trying not to think of my mouth
And its warmth
We both fail
there are streams of universal hearts that you could have inked these words from jelly bean… the after that follows the before is something endlessly strange and bizarre to try and understand.
When I’m pretending the person I’ve run into
Hasn’t been inside me a thousand times

scopperloit... such a perfect title and once again you so deftly blend pain and play. how i love how you love words… there is without a doubt in my mind my girl of bells, the mark you left behind is of the out damn spot kind indeed… permanent, burning and never, ever comparable. just like your words.

ah i relate, im seeing her today in fact, except i don’t not want to see her, it’s like chocolate you know its bad for you but you dont care

xx

dunno i think as humans we ned some bitterness to truly enjoy life?
xx

Damn…

I’ve just spent 15mins trying to find the ‘feature’ button to feature this in the Blue Room, but there doesn’t seem to be one anymore…consider it secretly featured ;)
xx

omg.. why aren’t I seeing your work appear on my watch list??? This had me spellbound from the very first moment, especially that meeting, when you see someone (who has been inside you, to places that make you want to inflict the most strong feelings and passion), this is really the first time I have read something on here that has made this reality.. I mean the reality of that pin-prick (the pain mixed with pleasure) and desire. I know that there are many who have such experiences, and yet so many refuse to write about them.. so bravo to you that you have the guts!! And bravo bellissimo for writing such a strong piece!! Now I fully intend to spend some time, with whiskey and no, no, never unforgivable!!

you have me in awe (especially in regeneration)!!

I love so much about this poem, but especially the title. Kudos!

stunning piece bell .. beautiful descriptive writing x

I’ve no doubt you left your inedible mark. You can do no other. There is not a line in this piece I did not chew down on.

Exceptional writing My Beauty. xxx

a real wower!
you have a true talent!
was so glad when I read that you’re being published! Your work is fabulous.

I love opening lines which just pull you in.
Isn’t it amazing how that happens? I mean it’s only a few words right? but so important.
You’re very clever Bell, maybe too clever ;)
“I wanted to hurt him the moment I met him”. Brilliant.
I admire your ability to speak truth too Bell, frank reality.
There’s no half measures here.
I had a moment of hesitation a few lines in.. like reading someones diary without permission or something… but it’s so damn engaging one has to read on :)

Very, very cool.

i learn somthing every time i read you.

Ahh Oh this is sooo on IT…so in IT….I drank in this read and was thirsty for more…delish-kiss X

I worked at Pan Macmillan for 7 years and while there Matthew Reilly became Pan’s biggest action fiction writer (he’s actually became the biggest in Australia… published worldwide too). His first book was rejected by EVERY single publisher. He never gave up and self published his own work and then Pan picked him up… and… well the rest is history.
Rejections aren’t always about the quality of the work… they’re usually about the publisher and what they’re looking for at the time. They usually have a clear idea of what their list is going to hold.
So never give up… and aim to take the rejections in stride… even the best get rejected (they’re not really rejections… just stepping stones) :D

Swoon
That is all.
x

i love the word! and the piece… remarkable cadence in your story of love and unlove.

Beautiful work, was totally captivated, so enjoyed the reading of this piece

Hitting the Mark! literally…love this and can feel it still. xx

as I read this I feel like your intended meaning is skipping just two steps ahead of me and try as I might I can’t catch it.

Usually when I come across a piece like that I just shrug and accept that it clearly wasn’t written for my eyes. But this is different because I feel like if I could only catch what you’re trying to say I would identify.

You epitomise what I love about red bubble, talented wordsmiths writing about situations and emotions that I feel or experience but cannot do justice on the page. Your story carried me back to bad and beautiful places – and reading your replies to peoples comments as well. particularly about just wanting to mark him as your own, because I spoke to the girl that stole my heart this morning and realised that the most effective weapon is my pen. Your delicate use of language to create a brutal, honest and raw account of emotions has curled around my heart, drained through my insides and seeped out my skin. thank you

very awesome writing once again

Holy crap, you are blowing my mind!!! wow owow owow. you rule! damn! you are making me sweat lust over here. lol

I am picturing Kate Burridge, of ABC TV’s Can We Help, explaining: scopperloit :)

Think I’ve had a relationship very much like this one. Whiskey and all.

Having flayed yourself and nailed your skin to the church door…your talent remains… rich, precious and a joy.

The face value of whiskey and lust, beautiful write! I’m turned on and intimidated, and almost numbed by how good this is.