Happy Friday fellow readers, writers and arithmetic users.... ;)
Not much new going on here today so I thought I would post another flash of Gypsy Wolf. This story is proving to be kinda fun to jot down. I have no idea what's going to happen until I sit down to write. It really is quite freeing.
Enjoy the next segment, oh and btw, don't you just love the picture above? How I would love to turn it into a book cover! :)
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“Your safety is of my utmost concern, Princess Gillia.” Edmund’s teeth clenched so tightly he was amazed any words were passing through them. “It would be irresponsible of me not to warn you of the danger in your actions.”
“What danger, we’re here to talk to a little old lady to see what our future holds. Oooh”
The gaggle of giggles surrounding him ripped down his spine like the claws of a young pup, pointed and wickedly sharp.
“You know Eddy, consider these two words for a moment, hydro-colonic, or go get yourself laid and relax a bit. I know for sure that Hildy would forgo a visit with the gypsy in exchange for a ride on your nasty.”
Edmund looked towards the afore-mentioned girl and grimaced. She was a lovely bit of fluff, but he’d sworn off her type years ago. Now his bed partners had to enjoy the rough and tumble as well as, be able to keep up their end of a conversation.
“Now move out of my way,” Gillia bitched. “I want my reading.”
He was, well and truly stuck. They were going in whether he liked it or not.
“I will go in first to make sure it is safe and you will wait until I give you the okay to enter this tent.” He leaned down into her face and growled. “Do not disregard me in this matter or I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you out to the car, paddling the spoiled ass as your father should have years ago…”
Her eyes grew to resemble the full moon as she nodded her head. Finally, she believed him. Edmund pushed back on the canvas flap and moved into the gypsy’s tent…
5 comments:
Oh, those spoiled princesses... what would we do without them? For stories, that is...
Serena, loving it... and that pic would make a good cover...
Thanks Savanna, and yep, some stories just call out for a spoiled princess or two... lol
And we're left hanging for another week. You tease.
Maybe it's me, but the wolf in the mirror looks a little ratty. Could be the woman's thinking, "I need to comb my hair."
There's your cover: "The Twilight Saga: Bad Hair Day."
It's very hot here in Pennsylvania. I'm going to go lie down.
Me!? A tease?? Ne'vah I tell you... But on the off chance, perhaps Edmund ought to come on out here and paddle my...ooh or better yet a certain Djinn fellow who handles his very own training stick. ;) Oh Savanna ~sing songy voice ensues~
LOL Pat. yep, she might just be looking for a comb. I hope you've cooled off out there...do the nights get cooler?
I love that picture very much- it definitely needs to be a book cover! And I made my friend Hildy come read your blog. (She didn't believe anyone would name a character that.)
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