Weekend Writing Warriors: #8Sunday

Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors challenge. The challenge is to write a story or excerpt from a story you’ve been working on in 8-10 sentences. Take the time to check out other writers at the link above!

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When she was alive the pulsing lights would have given her epileptic fits. Her last one remains a part of her morning nightmares. Perry promised her beauty and power. He hadn’t completely lied. She’d been narrow like an exclamation point but chunky around the waist, a bit pimply on her cheeks and forehead—even though she was in her mid 20’s, and often her rich ochre skin dulled against most of her clothes; causing her to look sickly even with make-up.

Now, after her death, her chunky tummy seemed to have migrated to her boobs, hips, ass, and thighs—Perry said in the 70’s they’d have called her a “Brickhouse,” her skin cleared of blemishes glows–no makeup required. In the six weeks since her death, she’s managed to bed a bevy of bad and bougie women who wouldn’t have looked in her direction when she was alive. And she could lift cars, actual cars; in life, she could barely lift a 20lbs dumb bell.

But he didn’t tell her that human flesh tastes like chicken; she never liked chicken and now she has to eat it forever.

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Thanks for coming to check out my #8Sunday submission.

I’ve done a few of these before so feel free to roam the dcedwards.com site for other excerpts.

Also, if you want to check out my completed novel, Bright City, it’s available on Amazon.

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Weekend Writing Warriors: #8Sunday

Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors challenge. The challenge is to write a story or excerpt from a story you’ve been working on in 8-10 sentences. Take the time to check out other writers at the link above!

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I stared at the pool of blood gathering around Milo’s twitching body. Just minutes before he’d broken into my house for the third time that semester. We dated last year for about a month but he creeped me out so I broke it off; he’d begun stalking me not long after. This time, as I hid behind my sofa, him ranting in the middle of my living room, calling me a bitch and a whore for not giving him a chance, I wished that he’d go away forever.

“But,” I stutter, “how will I explain this?”

“Death is just part of the cycle of life,” the pale and abnormally slender woman said as she swiped the onyx-colored knife across the back of Milo’s white t-shirt before literally evaporating into nothingness.

Twenty minutes later, as police comb through my apartment, take pictures of his body and grill me with questions; I spot, near his body, the small purple crystal he snatched from my neck when he began attacking me.

I guess the death spell actually worked.

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Thanks for coming to check out my #8Sunday submission.

I’ve done a few of these before so feel free to roam the dcedwards.com site for other excerpts.

Also, if you want to check out my completed novel, Bright City, it’s available on Amazon.