The kid had grown up rough. Just about alone. But his beats had propelled him. Now he sat in a sterile conference room. Taking the next step. But he was no fool like they thought. He could read the terms. And understand. He stood up and walked out. He’d take his chances. Owning one hundred percent of his destiny on his own rather than the sliver they were offering. He thought of his favorite film, “Sinners”, where the bloodsuckers tried to steal your art. But these demons were even worse. At least vampires had to rest up during the day.
You don't disappoint, Scott! Another great story in 100 words! You never name the industry, never spell out what the contract offered, and that silence does more work than any explanation could. Such restraint!
Anissa Kensington stood transfixed by the scene revealing itself in slow motion. Elegance refined. Soft warm hues inviting a mind to wander across landscapes. Words caressing the soul, deeply touching places that rarely are touched. Questions raised and answered with subtle intonations that are joyous and invigorating, inviting moans of pleasure from a softening, alert awareness.
Anissa turned her head with deliberate intention seeking a secondary view, creating a fresh understanding that rose to the occasion. Her mind crackled with the excited insights her eyes were inhaling.
“If I am a sinner, I am willing to sin again for this.”
Bill, this is gorgeous! I especially love, “Her mind crackled with the excited insights her eyes were inhaling.” Your deliberate pacing in the beginning, then slowing down to set up that final line, exquisite!
Beautiful
Stranger than Fiction
The kid had grown up rough. Just about alone. But his beats had propelled him. Now he sat in a sterile conference room. Taking the next step. But he was no fool like they thought. He could read the terms. And understand. He stood up and walked out. He’d take his chances. Owning one hundred percent of his destiny on his own rather than the sliver they were offering. He thought of his favorite film, “Sinners”, where the bloodsuckers tried to steal your art. But these demons were even worse. At least vampires had to rest up during the day.
You don't disappoint, Scott! Another great story in 100 words! You never name the industry, never spell out what the contract offered, and that silence does more work than any explanation could. Such restraint!
Thank you Caro I am loving this series. And word count limit is a lazy man’s dream lol.
Exaltation
Anissa Kensington stood transfixed by the scene revealing itself in slow motion. Elegance refined. Soft warm hues inviting a mind to wander across landscapes. Words caressing the soul, deeply touching places that rarely are touched. Questions raised and answered with subtle intonations that are joyous and invigorating, inviting moans of pleasure from a softening, alert awareness.
Anissa turned her head with deliberate intention seeking a secondary view, creating a fresh understanding that rose to the occasion. Her mind crackled with the excited insights her eyes were inhaling.
“If I am a sinner, I am willing to sin again for this.”
Bill, this is gorgeous! I especially love, “Her mind crackled with the excited insights her eyes were inhaling.” Your deliberate pacing in the beginning, then slowing down to set up that final line, exquisite!
Thank you.
I've been sitting on this one for a bit.
Opening The Door
“Repent! Repent! Repent!” shouted the angry mob as they hurled rocks, sticks and fire bombs towards the well insulated jail.
Rocky looked out his cell window and smiled a wan smile.
“It’s interesting how intolerant the mob is,” he said. “One would think a mob of sinners would understand that everyone is a sinner.”
“A mob of sinners?” questioned Lucky Larry. “Haven’t they all been forgiven?”
“Forgiveness doesn't mean you never sinned. It means that you got someone to say it is okay, that you are forgiven.”
“I’m glad it’s not me,” said Larry as he opened the cell door.