Well, I did make a new Blog for Poetry...
Shirl's Poetic Hearbeat...
BUT...I'm scared to make one for my Fantasy Writing!!!
There are so many GOOD writers on here!!
I'd feel intimidated
I could post just a little bit here....then you could all let me know whether or not I should start another blog for that!!
HERE GOES:
The dark, cold dungeon, was rank with evil smells; rat
droppings, human waste, and fear.
A dirty, disheveled man in ragged clothing grasped the bars of his tiny, stone cell and stared back at the woman with the cold, black eyes.
“I can give you everything you could ever want”, she murmured seductively. She glanced at the filthy walls and murmured, “I see by the scratches on the wall that you have been keeping track of time wasting away. How long has it been that you have been withholding my greatest desire from me, Mason?”
His eyes, filled with hatred, glared at her austere but beautiful face before he worked his tongue around in his mouth and spit at her feet. The globule landed on her red velvet skirt, slid downward leaving a trail like a snail, before dripping onto the toe of her black satin slipper. She didn’t even twitch.
“Nine months”, he sneered, sliding a parched tongue over dry, cracked lips. “And I’d be here many more before I’d give in to your demands.”
He turned away toward his bed of rags on the floor. He flung himself down among the ragged blankets seeming to blend in, and looked back toward his cell door. She was a woman of great beauty, with dark eyes and hair, slender of body, a lovely but cold face utterly devoid of love or compassion. He wondered what he could have seen in her all those many years ago.
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PLEASE tell me what you think. Should I try? Do you want to know what happens ?
