What I got:
She swam the black lake. The fight to traverse the endless waters was violent; the sharp licks of waves slapped onto her face, covered her head and filled her nose. But it was the chase that left her gasping, the flight harried by a phantom pursuer she was certain trailed her. The wind picked up, and on its breeze, there came the whisper of his name, her captor, breathing against her wet skin. Ludas, it cried,a weak moan of dying struggle, the wheezing echo of his lost power.Photo courtesy of this place.
*I hate code and it hates me. No clue why the formatting is all wonky in this post. Apologies*
10 comments:
What an amazing photo!! Love your blurb, it is as if the picture was made just for your writing! Now, I'm off to see if I can conjure up some words that will do justice to the photo!
Very cool description. I agree with Ms Saba, it is as if the picture was made for your paragraph.
Your description is wonderfully haunting, love it! My mind went somewhere completely different, to the cyberpunk novel I hope to be working on next year...
Thanks, guys. Looking forward to reading your blurbs. :)
Absolutely beautiful writing Tee. I loved it, the sense of movement and terror was fantastic.
She hovered over the very center of the lake, drifting in air so still that all sat unmoving. The soft chirrup of frogs and crickets and the buzz of mosquitoes barely weight and all was at peace as the moon rose and the stars shimmered out as the sun departed. It was a magical twilight, and it was at these times she was almost grateful that she couldn't disturb it with a stray crack of a twig or a sneeze or even an appreciative sigh. As a ghost, she could make no noise at all.
Awesome, C. I love it!!!
Thanks Tee. Perhaps, next time, I shall actually proof read it first...sigh.
LOLOLOL!
As promised, here is mine :)
Freedom. What an idea. The thought of it makes my heart skip a beat. But right now I'm shrouded in secrecy, headed to a life of eternal torment, servitude and blind obedience. Strong arms grip mine, ensuring I can't flee. But how beautiful is the night. The great lake of life reflects the universe like diamonds on black velvet. It carries the sent of lavender and my freedom. I am forced onto the vessel that will take me beyond the horizon where the glow of Haitus emanates. I dare not look back at them, my father and brothers who have abandoned me to my fate. But did they have a choice? One life for over one thousand lives. Do I? Alone on the great lake with only the rising moon to watch over me, I must decide...Live enslaved or die free.
Niiiiiice, Saba. Loved yours!
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