As before I'm posting 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.
This one's a classic. Have fun with it!
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The tower was the last thing she saw before the soil hit her face.
:-D
The anti-gothic, gothic novel. I love it.
As I ran out of breat I looked up the hill and I saw the house of the Demon lord.
Cinders
The only sounds were the harsh breathing of the horses as they made their way up the slippery incline to the old house.
Yes. Cinders, if I were a Demon Lord, this is absolutely where I would opt to live. :-)
Nice observation, U. Because getting up that track with a carriage would be no little matter.
Yesterday, Robby had left me, hidden in the hollow of this old oak, with instructions to go on without him if he hadn't returned by the sun's zenith.
I could hardly keep the rain out of my eyes as I made my way the steep incline.
It was a dark and stormy night. ;-D
"You are mine now that I have won you fair and square" the Beast said to him as he led him from the carriage to the place that was now to become his prison.
I knelt down and traced the cold stone's inscription of my lover's name and felt the emptiness rush over me like a tide just before the shadow of the abandoned manor reached for me.
Evan looked down again at the letter he had clasped in his cold, numb fingers before realizing that this indeed was the place that his new master lived.
Cold tendrils reached into his heart as he watched intently for some sign in a window for his lover to be alive.
Tammy Roos :)
Archibald really hated waking up under the mulch pile behind the old castle--now he'd smell moldy for the rest of the night.
"Romantic trip for two in a tranquil medieval castle surrounded by beatiful rolling hills ?" That was a stretch.
Tina
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My throat was sore from yelling. Surely someone would happen by. Isn't that a clock on the spire? Someone has to live close enough to warrant the time?? Where am I and how did I land myself in this landfill?
Vincent watched his savior from the safety of the manor's shadows, knowing that he had denied himself for far too long and with the death of the stranger Vincent's life would be spared but that was before the beautiful eyes of the man's turned his way and seemed to seek him out and see right through to his very soul and he became far hungrier for something other than the man's blood.
"I have lived for three hundred years and now beg of you to end it quickly," the monster said to me as I lifted the stake high over my head but than the monster's head turned my way and I looked into his flaming red eyes and in their depth, I saw the real monster reflected back at me.
"So, this is where you have brilliantly chosen for us to spend our first night as husband and husband," the almost stranger sneered as I wondered if the five million were really worth putting up with the beauty's snarky attitude.
:-D :-D :-D
I see that today's offering is bringing out all of your witty best.
I suppose that for a story such as this I ought to start with something dramatic, like "it was a dark and stormy night", only it wasn't. It wasn't even dusk for another hour, and in any case storms are supposed to have thunder and lightning, which this one didn't. We'd been forced to abandon our coach when it got stuck in mud a few miles outside Jothaqu, and all I can remember of the journey from then onwards - other than the sodden shlip-shlop of the horses' hooves in a dirt track that was fast turning into rapids - was rain. Heavy rain. The kind of rain that blinds you to all but the next few yards; that drives straight through your heavy-duty oilskins, and makes a good attempt at breaching the skin as well, until there is not a single part of you that is not drenched through and icy-cold.
In short, I was miserable, and so when I first saw Vestaghwi Manor, of which I was now mistress, I was understandably eager to get inside where I assumed it would be warm, dry and safe. More fool me.
I think Tavdy went way over the first sentence rule but I do have to admit that she did a wonderful job!!! Kudos
I am free. Climbing, crawling, churning my way from the nowhere you left me. Oh yes, I can see your sky now and your
dirty, grimy, disgusting city rising before me. I will find you boy, I will find you and maim, mark and murder you
for pulling me from my home. I will show you what it means to play with fire, feckless friendless orphan. Oh yes, I am free.
I know, late but...
At his death my uncle Edward had left me half of a stereographic picture. My sweet old uncle's personal life was always a mystery. Though he was always very kind and generous with me. Perhaps he saw a kindred spirit in me? I am convinced that finding the matching half of this stereograph will shed light on his mysterious death.
I do not envy the living for their lives. Oh no, for who would envy a rat racing heedless among the labyrinth of Time, always coming to a dead end,
always knowing the End consumes the steps already tread. No, that game isn't for me anymore. No, as I climb back into this world, I envy the living for
their colors. The reds of a rose, the yellow of a bumblebee, the blue of a sky going on forever. All I can see is gray and black, all I can see is the endless
gray of the Below that proves true Hell is a world without color. How I envy the living, how I envy them for the gifts that can't even care to notice. How I hate them.
I was so divided on these that I threw the vote out the skeret sosighty and even they couldn't pick.
Therefore I'm going with the one that made me laugh the loudest -- Barbara Elsborg's smack in the kisser.
Barbara, choose your title and drop me a line.
OOh, thank you. I'll go and pick.....
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