So let's just go totally for fun and totally wacky.
Here's a picture. Give me the first line of the story you would write about this picture. Type it right into the comment section. And then I'll randomly pick a winner and the winner can pick a title from my backlist. Any title.
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Lizzie knew exactly what would happen when she picked up that axe.
I have never told anyone my great grandfather was a vampire!
His eye was naturally drawn to the mirror as he manuevered down the hallway carrying a stack of books, and knew immediately his life was changed forever.
The figure in the picture was starting to appear and I could barely recognize the features of the man I'd been looking for.
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These are great. I knew you guys would come up with something!
Three hours digging through this dusty attic and the damn photo's useless.
Daniel Cass sat back against a wicker dress form that must have had a useful purpose at some point in its life, though he couldn't think of what it might have been. Now how was he supposed to prove he was a legitimate heir to the Runefeld fortune?
Leaning over the crinkled photo of his great-grandfather and namesake, Chester Leonardo Butterfield IV scrubbed his eraser over the image, muttering, "the name was bad enough, but inheriting the squinty eyes, cleft chin *and* male pattern baldness -- too much."
*snerk*
Don't enter me in the drawing -- just a bit of fun. ;-D
I found the photo at the bottom of a box I had been going through, thinking to myself, why would someone keep a picture like this, the face faded and then I turned it over and read what was printed on the back and I froze.
When he had considered whether Mr. Edison's practical application of electricity might be harnessed for the conquest of time, itself, he hadn't truly imagined it might work—or that it would prove to have such disastrous consequences when it did.
As curator of the museum, she'd seen enough strange things come across her desk, all of it called art, but as she eyed the faceless photograph, she wondered who it used to be, obviously someone who wanted to be forgotten. "Carl, which batch did photo 132 come from?"
This was so like his mother, not to take care of something that would be important to him; but then, that was typical of their relationship, wasn't it.
Grandma always said that grandpa had a face that was easy to forget.
Reginald had been waiting countless weeks for the bandages to come off, when they finally did, he got the surprise of his young life.
The old man tapped his pipe against the fireplace. "Son, that's how it was in those days. Gay men were, well, I guess you could say they were invisible."
Report #DEA111711P357
Location: Gruders Antique Mall, Richmond Indian.
The names and faces of the innocent and federal agents have been blotted out for their own protection. We have done thusly to the old photo of Mr.Hodgerstein since he was the splitting image of his grandson, FBI agent Samuel Hodge. Agent Hodge was in charge of the undercover sting operation that netted and ....
"Aha!" Nathaniel's shout of triumph rang through the dusty Archives of Glasshill city hall. Finally, after several days of searching, evidence that higher Magick had been involved in Count Harlock's disappearance.
"Aha!" Nathaniel's shout of triumph rang through the dusty Archives of Glasshill city hall. Finally, after several days of searching, evidence that higher Magick had been involved in Count Harlock's disappearance.
Ernest Crump had always known the importance of a good carte-de-visite, but had never had much fortune in finding a competent photographer capable of providing him with a suitable supply; the most recent travesty, courtesy of Mssrs. Jacobin, Achedouth and Motheringwell, served merely as a case in point.
This is the the price of my avarice. To fade away from this world so completely not even a photograph remains.
How ironic it is to me that I entered this world with everything and yet shall leave with not even a memory to my name.
That's alright though my love, for I fade away with the greatest gift of them all, a memory of my own.
A bit of happiness to keep me company during my eternity lost in the vast seas of nothing beyond this world:
Our first kiss. Try and break me Oblivion, you cannot.
“ EVEN SHOULD THIS VISAGE FADE, DEAREST WILLIAM, I PRAY THAT MEMORIES OF OUR SWEET EMBRACES WILL LIVE IN YOUR HEART FORVER, “
SAID THE INSCRIPTION.
Good Lord. I keep trying to click the LIKE button. Some of these are really good!
Erased and fading from other's memories would have been the last thing that Jacob would have wanted but his face was now completely gone from the stored books and albums.
This was the moment when Trevor realized that there might be a fatal flaw in his theory of safe time travel...
Ah, but I want to live forever is what I have heard mortals say throughout the years...really? What if I were to tell you that there is a price to pay for immortality? You cannot recognize or remember what you looked like before the change. You only know that you are and what you are is constantly hungry.
With shaking hands I opened the box - There were 3 silver coins, a letter, and a photograph.
My parents kept telling me I looked just like him. For the life of me, I didn't see the resemblance.
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It was the first of many traumas I was to suffer in elementary school: unearthing Great-Great-Grandpa Kowalczyk's picture for history show-and-tell day and then, after I'd carefully laid it aside, watching Sparky pee square in the old man's face.
I kept scrubbing the floor but I could not remove the blood and fear squeezed my heart - I knew they were arriving soon!
The joke is on you Elias. I may lose myself but my words shall remain and through them, I shall always win.
When I looked in the mirror I realized it was a mistake to use so much of the vanishing cream.
It is true after all that clothes make the man.
I stared at the picture in my hand and watched the man disappear, one fatal mistake and we had managed to erase a human being perhaps a whole family if he ever was intended to have offspring. We had to make this right... we had to go back.
I had searched for years trying to find the proof, the missing piece, the inspiration for Oscar Wilde to write 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'. Today I think I may have found it.
"Oliver, come quickly. Come see what I've found," I shouted down the the secondary attic stairs.
We had been told our new home, a bi-centennial house in the center of this little burg, had once been owned by Matthew Brady. Rumor was he had used it as a studio in the mid nineteenth century. But until today I had never believed it.
The instructions said us a small amount but I think you used just a bit too much.
With bated breath the boy crouched in a corner of the clammy basement in old man Sawyer's house and waited for the heat of his candle to reveal the face of their target.
Who would have thought that this scavenger hunt would be so exciting!
Back before he was a ghost, Miles could remember having a head, although photographic evidence suggested otherwise.
When I said, "A little off the top," I didn't think he'd take me so literally.
The scowling guy thrust the package in my hands and turned immediately to the next customer.
Gotta love the service here.
I barely managed to get out of the photo studio before tearing down the brown paper of the package, my hands trembling with excitement. The long waiting had finally come to an end.
Then I looked at the photo and stopped dead.
Oh.
I really hate it when my brother turns out to be right. I could already hear him say in that annoyingly haughty voice of his, 'Well, I told you you can't take a picture of a ghost.'
"Dagnabbit, Harvey," Jimmy the Snake said, running a hand down his face, "when I told you to erase the snitch, I wasn't speaking literally."
Traveling back in time was the easy part. Finding and murdering the grandfather of his archenemy, Eddie Williams, was much, much harder, but he did it, and had the photograph to prove it. Perfect murder indeed – on all counts. It was a shock to find Eddie alive; not even a freckle out of place on his loathsome face. Grandma Williams? How could you?
That's my whole story.
When Great Aunt Sofia told me her brother Guiseppe had been rubbed out by Al Capone, I had no idea she'd meant literally!
He held the photo gingerly. Tea dripped from a soggy corner, like sepia colored tears. He'd destroyed his past as clumsily as he'd destroyed his future.
"Winn was a gorgeous man with style, grace and the most amazing smile. He was so happy the day this photo was taken." Grandma handed me the ruined picture of my namesake, tracing the faded outline of Winn's long hair. She sighed. "He took his life not a week after, on the day they forced him into a wedding dress and married him to old man Cobb."
I paused for a moment, sponge in one hand, slap in the other and wondered who to make myself into today - the hero, the tart with the heart, the blue chinned gunman?
It was heartbreaking, knowing he'd lost the photo of his one true love. Only because he'd just had to go back and mess with time. Why, oh why, had he been so stupid?
"Sorry, I don't know what happened. I guess I just lost my head back there."
Okay, first off, how great that so many of you jumped in here -- that really made my day. These were all good and some were absolutely great.
HOWEVER the winners were picked at random. Yes, I ended up picking 2 winners because so many of you entered and that was great!
So the winners are Robespierre and Denise. Drop me a line back channel and let me know which ebook book you would like from my backlist -- and in what format: PDF, epub or mobi/prc.
Oh, and fangirl1981, you made me laugh out loud with that. :-D
OK, I'm completely clueless! What does 'back channel' mean?
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