March 6 2014

Writing Attempt: Revision

WORK

His hair was perfectly lit by the fire. Dahlia took her mug to her lips and gulped in the cold anise tea. Taking in the scene in front of her made her feel like a director. A stager of strange art. She silently laughed at that thought. The man screamed, absolutely in pain. Dahlia reminisced about the first ballet she ever saw, Romeo & Juliet, and let the remembered music flow over the twitchy movements of the lit man in front of her.

“Scream all you want. But you know the deal.” Dahlia took in another long sip and smiled. “You want to live or not?” The man raised his hands above his head and stopped his screaming. Dahlia flicked her Zippo and lit her cigarette. “How afraid are you?” She asked.

“I’m fearless.” He said.

Then keep going till you absolutely have to stop.”

“Ok.”

He walked towards her and leaned in, heat and all. Dahlia exhaled on his burning frame. He grabbed his eyes tightly and became hard. Dahlia leaned back in her chair at the sight.  She liked to watch.

 

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Another sneak peek at what I'm working on for my self publication.

 

happy March 6th

 

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