Hello, everyone! It’s time for a
very late POWWC Story! Alright, info time!
Host: Lily @ Living By Chapters
Hello, all! This is the 3rd project in FLC 2016. I hope you enjoy!
Kathryn @ In Depths of Dreams
In this poem, we are writing a poem about a dragon. I always thought that dragons were amazing, despite their bad rep. In case you don’t know, the proper form of a haiku is 5/7/5 (syllables).
Hello again! Sorry for 2 posts so close together, but I needed to get this in before the deadline 🙂
Challenge: Create Your Own Mythical Creature
Points: None Yet.
Hello, everybody! This is another quick writing camp post. 🙂
This is my entry for TBFN #3, hosted by Rutvi.
Prompts: (In order)
“See this paper?”
“Uh, yes. You’re holding it an inch from my face.”
“It represents your life.”
He tore it in two.
“Oh, puh-lease. What could someone like you ever do to me? I won’t be seeing you around, especially after that little show you just put on.”
“You’re going to regret this. I swear on my life.”
“Mmm. Then you better have your coffin ready.”
“Izabel! Slow down! You’re going to fall!”
“Better fallen off a bridge then fallen at her hands.”
“Oh, puh-lease. You know those were empty threats.”
“From him, yes. But not from her.”
“Oh, my dahlings! I’m pleased to see how highly you think of me!”
I stop in my tracks, and look at the woman standing in front of me. Her ghostly beauty radiateds so powerfully I can feel the sense of death.
“L-layla?” I call. I want to look for her, but I am scared to turn my back on this woman.
“Oh, my dear, Layla has no part in this game.”
My hands trembled at my waist. I start to take a step back, but then stop. ‘Your Izabel Silver.’ I tell myself, It’s going to take more than one ghost demon lady to stop you.
“I’d be more than happy to call some of my friends, if that’s what you desire, dear.”
“No, haven’t you heard? Three’s a crowd.”
She throws back her head and chuckles.
“Well, we wouldn’t want to exceed the player limit.”
“Most people are cowering in fear by now. I still have a job to do, but I’m not bored of this game yet. You’re coming with me.”
And with that statement, two pairs of beautiful black wings fold out from behind her.
“Why do you need those? You can just think wherever you want to be.”
“Haven’t you heard? Exits are everything.”
She grabs my by the waist and soars into the sky.
“Where are we going?”
“Patience, darling. You better like it, because it’s the last place you’re going to see.”
This has to go beyond him and all his schemes. Bur what could it be?
How do you like my new story so far? Did you think Izabel’s dialouge was confusing, or out of character? Comment your opinion!
Alright, everyone, this is just a quick post so I’m not late on entries. I’m sorry, but it’s going to be a little speedy.
This is a separate little story that may or may not have more parts to it These prompts didn’t fit with Messages.
Wings, Story 1