Here is Rosa's hard-boiled story in response to the microfiction prompt....
She felt His presence before seeing Him. The red-bright eyes of the Evil were pointed on the black gowned young lady. The waiter poured some champagne from an iced bucket into two glasses. “I feel, he is here”. Firstly,the lights lowered, the detective shivered. In the darkness, a scream. ”This is the end”. Silence.
-Rosa
Friday, March 12, 2010
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Beautiful! I love it Rosa. Sends shiver down my spine.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love that romantic you brought the Champange into the story:) You are lovely.
i love the atmosphere: the shiver, the red eyes, the darkness...
ReplyDeleteOh, I want to read more!
ReplyDeleteThis is great!
beautiful image, rosa!
ReplyDeleteoh yes, I love the image
ReplyDeleteFirst of all I have to say that is really a pleasure and an honour to have a post here, in this so special blog.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for the appreciation you showed to my little writting.You are all very nice :)
What about the pictures? I wasn't able to find the author's name, Zoe. I'll hunt for it ;)
A beautiful painting to go with this mystery!
ReplyDeleteWonderful atmosphre... Silence. :)
ReplyDeleteYou should continue this one :).