'I issue, to all who may happen upon this entry, a challenge. Below this is a writer's prompt, left unfinished for the masses to use of their own will. Your job, dear reader, is to give it an ending, in no less than 1,ooo words, and send it to me however you can. Impossible? I think not. The winner will be granted untold fortune.'
Now, let the challenge begin.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x x x x The Prompt x x
"You look like your mother on our wedding day... a vision of beauty."
Aeria smiled. "Of course you think I'm beautiful, Daddy."
He kissed her on the cheek and gave her a long hug--not easy with all of the yards of
white engulfing her. "Ready?"
"Almost. I want a few minutes alone first. I've been kind of surrounded all day."
With an understanding nod, he left the room, closing the door behind him. There were a
few hushed words, and then the sound of fading foot falls.
Aeria picked up her bouquet and crossed to the window facing the garden at the
back of the church grounds. She had only been standing there a moment when she
heard the door open. She turned, thinking it would be her father coming to get her, but
instead........................
 Bionic Seraphim · Sun Nov 29, 2009 @ 01:27am · 0 Comments |
