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BlogFlash 2012 Day Seven: Sunset

Rowland took Eliza’s hand in his as they walked deeper into the woods.

“Almost there,” He said. He had insisted their destination be a surprise.

They stopped walking as the first rays of the setting sun came into view, painting the woods in an extravagant display of pink and orange.

Eliza gasped.

“Breathtaking, isn’t it? This is my favorite spot. The sun peaks through the trees at just the right angle.”

As he was speaking, something speeding past them caught his eye. It was dark… and fast. He knew Eliza’s human eyes wouldn’t see it. It was someone of his kind—except this one was evil.

Chills crept up Rowland’s arms as it whispered one word before disappearing, “Traitor.”

BlogFlash 2012 Day Six: Reading

The day after her date with Rowland, Eliza spent the afternoon babysitting her niece. Throughout the day of barbies and dress-up, Eliza’s mind kept returning to Rowland. The way his green eyes looked into hers as they danced in that grand house… How he was the perfect gentleman—opening doors for her and offering her his hand when she got out of his car.
As Eliza read to her niece her favorite bedtime story, Peter Pan, a strange sense of familiarity grabbed her. A recognition, deep down, that left Eliza feeling both dazed and puzzled…

BlogFlash 2012 Day Five: Frustration

Rowland was alone in his house after driving Eliza home. There was no denying it, he was enthralled with her. Irrevocably.

Did he just made a huge mistake, getting her involved? No one of his kind had ever fallen in love with a human. It was unheard of. He knew the ramifications if he brought Eliza into his world. But he couldn’t stay away from her, even if he tried.

Rowland ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated, not knowing what to do next. Could she accept him, once she knew?

There’s only one thing I can do, he thought.

Win her heart.

BlogFlash 2012 Day Four: Busy

“Hungry?” Rowland said as he and Eliza left the dance floor to sit at one of the tables.
“Yes, very,” she said. Seconds later, servers appeared with their first course.
Eliza took a moment to look around the enormous house. It looked like a palace—beautiful gold moulding, elaborate ceiling, marble floors and columns. It was full of life. Music playing quietly, dishes clinking, and fragments of conversations all blended into a symphony of sound. Eliza had never experienced anything that could compare to this night.
Yet all the busyness of the party seemed to blur into the background, leaving just her and Rowland.

Friday Night Write – Captain of a Shipwreck

Dear My Sweet Jules,

I don’t know if you will ever be able to read this letter. But I need to write it, regardless.

I saw you last night, here, in my house. It could have been my imagination, and maybe I was dreaming… but I don’t think so. You were here, I know it.

How it was possible, I have no idea. I watched you die with my own eyes. Murdered mercilessly, while I was helpless to stop it. I held your limp body in my arms.

I broke that day.

BlogFlash 2012 Day Three: Color

“You look breathtaking,” Rowland said as he offered Eliza his arm.

He was strikingly handsome in his tux, while she felt absolutely ridiculous wearing a gown.

“Thank you,” Eliza said, catching a glimpse of his eyes. She had never seen eyes that color—a brilliant green, glistening with flecks of gold. “Have we met before?”

“Once, briefly. My boss, William Barton III, has made several donations to your school.

Orchestral music started to play as couples headed to the floor.

“May I have this dance?” He said, with a smile.

Eliza nodded, utterly enchanted by him.

BlogFlash 2012 Day Two: A Furry Friend

After a long day at the school, Eliza curled up on her couch with her pet Beagle laying next to her. She barely started reading the paper she was grading when the dog jumped off the couch, barking wildly, and scratching at her front door. Looking out the window and seeing no one, she slowly opened the door to find a note rolled up and tied to the handle with a scarlet ribbon.

Dearest Eliza,

Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the charity ball hosted at the Barton Estate tomorrow evening

Sincerely,

Rowland Fairton

BlogFlash 2012 Day One: Thinking

Eliza stood at the front of the classroom, her sixth grade students quietly waiting for her to continue the lesson. She had been zoning out… again. Not that she didn’t love teaching her class, she did, more than anything. But it seemed as though her life was falling into a never-ending routine, while everyone else’s was overflowing with excitement. One of her friends just got married, another was going on a tour through Europe. Eliza couldn’t help wishing she had just a little bit of adventure in her life as well…

Five Sentence Fiction – Perseverance

My name is Violet Blair, and this is my story: a man from some secret agency just tried to kill me by throwing me off a building, but I landed perfectly on my feet.

He fed me some crock story about his brother’s death being my fault, but I don’t buy it.

They’re after me because I can create fire with my mind; in fact, I nearly burned down my school.

People don’t like what they can’t control—that is why they will never stop hunting me, and why I must fight back and endure.

My name is Violet Blair, I am a pyro, and I am coming for you.

Mortal Book Review

Mortal, by Ted Dekker and Tosca Lee, is the second in a trilogy called The Books of Mortals. In this series’ dystopian setting, it is well into humanity’s future where, due to a manufactured virus called Legion, every human is stripped of all emotion, save for fear. Fear keeps everyone obedient, while lack of love or hatred eliminates war and violence. What no one knows is, every human being on the planet is actually dead, even though they are walking and breathing.