Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The voice she heard. . .

Tuesday's writing prompt came from Gina Leuci, newly contracted author for L&L Dreamspell. Find out more about Gina at www.ginaleuci.com.

Thanks, Gina!

Here is the prompt: The voice she heard. . .

Ooo! I have chills just thinking about this prompt. What do you picture? Write something up and post it back here when you're done.

8 comments:

April August 18, 2009 at 1:58 PM  

Ok, *swallowing huge nervous lump
I'm gonna give this a shot. Be brutally honest!!

The voice she heard sent chills down her spine. The whisper soft air upon her neck as the heat of his words, needle sharp, pricked against her skin. It couldn’t be, he couldn’t be here. She had killed him, herself, all those months ago. The knife sinking into his throat… his funeral… all those years of tortuous pain put to an end. She had been blessedly free…

A deep laugh, the epiphany of evil rang, within her ear.

“So, you thought you were rid of me, did you? You thought your life was hell before, well that was heaven compared to what is about to happen to you now, bitch.”

Her sharp scream echoed through the dark night, shattering all peace and stillness. As she tried to turn around to face her enemy, what she saw only brought pure terror, as darkness claimed her into it’s grasp...

Denise August 18, 2009 at 2:17 PM  

OMFG! That stands for Oh-my-freaking-gosh!

First, let me say, good for you for swallowing that nervouse lump and plunging into the deep end.

Second, woman, write me some more! That was fantastic. I loved the "whisper soft air upon her neck." and "A deep laugh, the epiphany of evil rang, within her ear."

Write some more!

GinaL August 18, 2009 at 2:42 PM  

April that was amazing. Makes me want to turn the page... where's the next page? Now to go the other way.

The voice she heard was one she would know anywhere. Carson was here and his voice saying her name melted her defenses like ice on a hot summer day.

Hayley turned to him and Carson opened his arms for her. She pressed into his chest, breathed in his masculine scent and knew she was home.

Denise August 18, 2009 at 2:47 PM  

Gina,

I was beginning to think you would not write on your own suggested prompt.

I read that and thought, "Aww."

Beautiful line "melted her defenses like ice on a hot summer day."

April August 18, 2009 at 4:28 PM  

lol, Denise, you have a very clean little mind! OMFG has always read a bit differently to me and not quite so nice, rofl!! Thank you so much for the encouraging words!!! You wanna be my mentor?! I'm thinking of doing a paranormal/psychological twist to this - what do ya think? I love the idea of these prompts!

Thanks, Gina! Excellent prompt! Loved yours as well! It left me with a warm feeling of tender love. I agree with Denise - I loved that line as well! Very poignant and beautiful!

Denise August 18, 2009 at 6:56 PM  

April,

I could definitely see that as a great lead in to a paranormal.

Go for it! Wanna see more.

Ceri Hebert August 19, 2009 at 5:33 AM  

Here's my shot at it. I'm loving paranormals right now.

The voice she heard wasn’t much more than a whispering down the hall, like a soft breeze wafting through an open window. Lydia cracked an eye open and pulled the thick comforter up to her chin. At first she thought she had left a window open and the sound was simply a curtain brushing against the wall in the hallway. Maybe the sound of leaves blowing across the yard outside.

But the more she listened the more she could actually hear words forming, dancing up and down the hall just past the open door to her room.

“Is she?” the scratchy wisp of sound inquired to be responded by something unintelligible.

Her first response was to bury herself under her covers, to pretend that the voices weren’t real. How could they be real? She was alone in the house. She was sure what she was hearing was only her imagination.

*Go back to sleep. It’ll go away.*

“Down here.” This time the voice sounded male, but still so airy that it didn’t even seem to be real.

Lydia sat straight up and stared out past her open door into the dark hallway beyond. The last voice was accompanied by a sound that was too close to footfalls to ignore.

“Who’s out there?” She tried to keep the fear from her voice as she reached out to the bedside table for any kind of weapon she could find. The only thing besides the lamp was a paperback novel. Stephen King, how appropriate.

*No wonder you’re hearing voices.*

Denise August 19, 2009 at 8:01 AM  

Ceri -

That was great! Loved the "Stephen King paperback". Totally appropriate and would make everyone understand what the woman thought.

"The voice she heard wasn’t much more than a whispering down the hall, like a soft breeze wafting through an open window." - Excellent line and description.

And now I want to know are they real, her imagination, or ghosts??

Good hook.

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