Working title for the Five Sentence Fiction saga that is Terry’s existence. You can read what’s up so far here.
The room took on a hazy feeling as he sat up in the bed, his arousal flagging to half mast under the fear flooding his veins.
“What do you mean, ‘My secret’,” he called out, his words echoing louder in his head than in the vacant room.
The lack of a response didn’t bother him, but the hollowness of his voice sent a shiver of fright through him.
Rising from the bed, Terry tried pulling the purple sheets around his body, but they refused to budge from the feather mattress, leaving him vulnerable in the perfumed room.
“Clothe yourself,” that silky voice whispered across his mind, continuing on to say, “make your magic cover you.”
Interesting! And I love the idea of purple sheets!
Interesting is good. Better than not interesting.
Hmm… It is. I’ll have to make something of this story soon.
Good idea! I look forward to it.
A little torn about this one.
On the one hand it’s very intriguing and opens very well.
On the other hand I was not too crazy about line 2 and the final line didn’t make sense to me. Perhaps the reference was lost on me or something.
Some stories are hits and some are misses.
C’est la vie non…?
You really do have to read the previous part(s) to get the most of this story. Makes you wonder what magic he has that he doesn’t seem to know about.
This is literally 5 sentences at a time. I think I’ll try to make a little more progress whenever I receive the next prompt.