So here's the deal. I was minding my own business, just doing my thing, when all of a sudden, a massive Kraken appeared out of nowhere riding upon a grayish blue tidal wave. Still not quite sure how that was even possible, considering I don't live near any significant quantities of water, but there I was, fearing for my life, when it swung out a tentacle and handed off a letter at the end of a suction tip.
Eh? I've been tagged in The Look Challenge?
As the Kraken rode away on it's magical tidal wave, breaking all sorts of laws including the law of energy conservation, its voice rumbled back to me. "By the way, Patricia Lynne says 'hi'."
In actuality, I was tagged by Patricia in The Look Challenge. The rules are quite simple and you don't have to share a plethora of miscellaneous facts about yourself. (1) Find the word "look" in your WIP and (2) post the paragraph "look" is in as well as the preceding and following paragraphs then (3) tag 5 people.
This excerpt is from chapter 2 of the short story I recently finished up. It also happens to be the beginning of the excerpt I read for R is for Reading Out Loud during the A to Z Challenge, but that is where "look" was first used.
~*~ A navy blue hood rat in baggy black jeans idly picked at a scab on his arm with a switchblade under the neon orange glow of an outdoor lamp. He tapped his foot to the beat of the bass that thrumped from within the walls of the townhouse, shaking the mortar from the brick building. A storm of chatter and laughter mixed with the cacophony of dubstep and grind music created a suffocating din inside. He had to air off out in the alley close to the street with its yellow cabs and irate night drivers yet hidden away, unpronounced.
A bird of prey looking for its next night thrill.
Desiree reapplied her clear lipgloss with the aid of a compact mirror as she stood outside a townhouse party. Her search for a bouncing party had her crossing paths with some college freshmen, but they had only wanted to get drunk and flirt with the fraternity boys milling around like stalkers. Their designated babysitter had seemed like promising fun at first, but then even she turned into a bore. She kissed the top of her hand leaving a shiny lip print under an iridescent pearl ring now adorning her ring finger. Oh well, she'd just have to find another party to crash. ~*~
Now to tag some unsuspecting individuals. . . . . Greg at Haunted Axiom
Kendra at A Passionate Life
Lor Rose at Lor's Indigo Lodge
L.M. Murphy at Murphy's Pub
Tui Snider at Mental Mosaic
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