Hi and welcome to my entry for Sacha’s Writespiration 2017.
2017 brings 52 challenges over 52 weeks.
Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.Submit your entries in the comments or on a blog post and I post them the following week with the new prompt. You have until Sunday to enter.
This week I want you to:
Write about the girl that wore the black hood.
Here is my entry:
Rage coursed through her black hooded body, heralding the return of emotions.
“I’m still alive,” she whispered, barely audible for Tom and her sister to hear. “You buried me alive.”
Their intertwined lips and bodies crushed out rational thought – their turn to burn for lies. Carefully raising her hoodie, her eyes flamed.
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oooooh this is dark, I absolutely love it. love the last line too
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Hehe! Darkness is my speciality. Glad you liked it.
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Great twisted tale!
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Thank you. It was great to get a chance to participate.
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Every week there’s a chance 🙂
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True, depending on my writing time for the week. I love school holidays – more time to write!
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Everyone loves school holidays!
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I want to participate. Here is my short story.
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Please know this will not be edited:
The girl who wore the black hood, stood outside the teen club. She glanced at her watch. The vamp was suppose to be out thirty minutes ago, what was taking him so long. If she wasn’t in this ridiculous get-up she would go inside the club and drag him out. However, vamps love a girl in a black hood and she needed this vamp to like her.
She looked up as the sound of music filled the alleyway. There was her guy, well vamp. He blew a couple of kisses at a few teens who stood outside the club begging to be let in and they giggled.
She sighed of course the guy had to be a playboy. She watch as he ran his fingers through his long white blond hair and took of his jacket. She could see his build easily now and with his lanky appearance, she wasn’t surprised he was built like a fit basketball player. Although she knew he never ever played a game of basket ball in his life. All Vamps were built like this.
She watched him as he crossed the street and made his way toward his car, a 2018 Lexus. She notice the smirk on his face, when he notice her waiting for him.
“I typically don’t speak to witches.” The vamp said. “But I will make an exception for you.”
“How generous of you?” She replied.
“I am a very generous person.”he said and gave her a look. She rolled her eyes reach into her pocket and pulled out a bracelet. Before he had time to question or identify it, she snapped it on his wrist.
“What the heck did you just do?” He growled and showed his fangs.
“It’s a spelled bracelet, you just became my prisoner.” She watches as he tries to take it off but can’t. He release a slew of cursing words.
“I’ll release you after you help me solve this case.”
“What case man?” He questioned.
“My sister is missing and I know a vampire took her.” She told him. He sighed.
“What does that have to do with me?”
“Your brother took her.” He kicks at his car, putting a huge dent in it.
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Please post your story on Sacha’s page as I have reblogged her post. Great story!
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