Cass was a nightmare in white silk and pearls. She looked absolutely stunning in the golden glow of the lantern. There was little doubt in Cass’ mind that she could make most men’s hearts soar.
James knew that, despite how impressionable he could sometimes be, he couldn’t let himself slide down her rabbit hole. He, of all people, understood how easily she could, like the spider and the fly, lure men into her toxic web of deceit and destruction. He had to maintain some sort of separation between what he was seeing and what he was feeling.
And yet, despite realizing what would likely happen should he let her get under his skin, he, like the proverbial moth drawn to her flame, would, yet again, get consumed by her. He understood that it was his destiny to succumb to her irresistibility.
Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday prompt. Also for the following one-word prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (lantern), Daily Addictions (soar), Word of the Day Challenge (impressionable), Ragtag Daily Prompt (slide), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (toxic), and Scotts Daily Prompt (separation).
Spider silk clung at the doors, over the windows, across everything she had left behind. The change in her auntie’s usually pristine home was not only swift, but dramatic. Looking around inside the old house, Susan couldn’t believe how grubby looking the place had become in just the three months since she last paid a visit to her auntie.
She always knew her auntie was a bit eccentric and she would sometimes tease her about her eccentricities. But now her auntie was gone and had left her the old Victorian house and all of its furnishings. And while some might consider the house and its content to be quite valuable, Susan wasn’t so sure. Her eccentric auntie’s eclectic tastes led her to purchase and fill her home with what Susan assumed to be a lot of cheap junk.
Susan decided that she would hold an estate sales and see what she could get for her auntie’s possessions. She hired a cleaning service to come out and make the old place spic and spa and then arranged for an appraiser to come out and assess the value of the house’s contents.
“Holy shit, are you serious?” she said to the appraiser when he presented his report.
Written for the First Line Friday prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. And for the following one-word prompts: Daily Addictions (swift), Your Daily Word Prompt (dramatic), Ragtag Daily Prompt (grubby), Word of the Day Challenge (eccentric), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (tease), and Scotts Daily Prompt (value).
“Summer died that night,” Amanda said to her son, Clint, who was staring blankly out across the lake as the sun was slowly setting.
“You mean that night two years ago, the last time we were here at the lake house?” Clint asked. “We’re doing okay you and I, aren’t we, Mom?”
“Yeah,” Amanda said. “We are. But I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was a night just like this one.”
“It was a hot, sticky night, I know that,” Clint said. “I still can’t believe she texted you. What kind of shithead would do that?”
“She was never one who could deal with confrontation,” Amanda explained. “In fact, for a successful editor of popular romance novels, she was abysmal when it came to communicating how she was really feeling inside with real people.”
“But to send you a text telling you that you that had to kill Summer, the wildly popular heroine of all of your novels, in your next book,” Clint said, “I mean that’s just cold.”
Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write Picture Prompt and for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday prompt where the first line is “Summer died that night.”
“The thieves took everything except the dog,” Alex lamented.
“Buster is the only thing that matters,” Nate said, patting Buster on the head. “Everything else is just stuff. Buster is flesh and blood.”
“Yes, of course, and I’m happy that Buster is fine,” Alex said, “but the whole reason we got him was to be the shop’s guard dog. His presence was supposed to scare away the thieves and stop them from breaking in and robbing us blind.”
“We have insurance,” Nate said. “They’ll cover the loss.”
“Yes,” agreed Alex. “But you can be sure they’re going to raise our premiums. And as far as being a guard dog, Buster is a bust.”
“Alex,” Nate said, “look at this dog. He’s a sweetheart.”
“That’s my point,” Alex said. Yet when Buster came over to Alex and snuggled up to him, Alex couldn’t help himself. “Who’s a good boy?” he said, embracing Buster. “You’re a good boy. Oh yes you are.”
Written for today’s First Line Friday prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The line is “The thieves took everything except the dog.”
The crash of wave and snap of sail sung to her. She found it thrilling, but she’d always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie.
“We’ve got to take her in, Alice,” Bill shouted, the sound of his voice barely audible with the competition from the wind and the crashing waves.
“No, not yet!” Alice called back. “Maybe it will pass.”
Bill looked at her in disbelief. “You’re dreaming,” he said. “Help me douse the sails.”
“Stop being such a pussy!” Alice yelled back. “Let’s ride it out.”
“Are you suicidal?” Bill yelled back to Alice just as a big wave came and almost knocked him out of the boat. Once he righted himself, he finished furling the mainsail and started dousing the jib. “That’s it, we’re heading in before we both perish.”
“But what a dramatic way that would be to go,” she yelled, a maniacal smile contorting her face, right before another big wave capsized the boat.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s First Line Friday prompt. Image credit: Pop Inc – CSA Images.