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Tell me a story… (Contest)
Monday, November 19th, 2018

Win a small Amazon gift card! All you have to do is tell me a little story. See the picture of the sexy guy below? Tell me what you think this picture is all about. Maybe start with why he’s there, why his clothes are torn, what’s that look in his eyes mean? Is he wanting conversation or a fight? And what are you doing while you’re watching him?

So many possible scenarios! You can be brief or tell me a little story. I can’t wait to read your takes! NOW, GO!

6 comments to “Tell me a story… (Contest)”

  1. Chandra Crawford
    · November 19th, 2018 at 8:36 am · Link

    “Are you all right?” he asked me as he ripped away the remnants of his shirt. I nodded, unable to find my voice just yet. “I’ve seen those men before,” he continued. “They hang around the beach a lot. The last woman they were seen with ended up in a sex trafficking ring.” The fact that he’d jumped them as they’d attempted to grab me hit like a fist to the gut. I doubled over, shivering, possibly going into shock. Grabbing my arm, he pulled me to my feet. “Come on. Let’s get you warm.”

  2. Michelle Levan
    · November 19th, 2018 at 11:38 am · Link

    He couldn’t believe she had won the bet, talk about topping from the bottom. His princess, so sweet and demure on the surface, erotica author alter ego, had him posing for her next book. × She had to work to focus and get the perfect shot, by the smolder in his eyes, she knew he was planning and didn’t have long…

  3. Colleen C.
    · November 19th, 2018 at 1:16 pm · Link

    Ooh a cat and mouse game! Let’s see who wins… he’s locked into you… run or don’t… either way someone is going to have some fun!

  4. Reina Torres
    · November 19th, 2018 at 7:52 pm · Link

    She was new in town, her first time living in a town on the coast after living for years in the desert. She’d been cautioned by everyone to stay away from the beach in the early morning hours, it was forbidden for everyone.
    But she’d seen him.
    Seen the one person in town who didn’t seem to know the rules.
    Every morning, over an hour before the dawn, he would job past her little rented home and down to the long rickety staircase down to the beach.
    It had been going on for weeks. Watching him, enjoying the way his body moved in an easy lope, the muscles in his legs plainly visible as he passed beneath the single lamp post about fifty yards past her house.
    She had tried to fit in, tried to follow the rules, but even after living in the town for a while no one seemed to warm to her, so caution… well, she was done with following their warnings. Done with bending to the will of people who couldn’t care a lick for her.
    So, she decided that their rules didn’t apply to her either.
    She made her way down the stairs, carefully holding on to the railing as she picked her way down each sagging wooden step. How had the man made his way down these stairs and not fallen straight to his death?
    When she was nearly down to the ground, she chanced a look at the beach. If he wasn’t there, she had half a mind to head back up. Falling to her death would be the worst kind of ‘I told you so’ wouldn’t it? She swept the beach with her eyes and didn’t see any footsteps in the wet sand, but then again how could she the waves-
    There, coming into view, she saw him walking now… no, pacing.
    He wore power like a second skin, every indrawn breath made him look bigger, stronger, and ever exhale fogged the air like a seething bull facing down the torero in a stadim.
    But he was alone on the beach.
    There was nothing to face down but the roiling depths of the sea.
    She picked her way down to the beach. Why? She didn’t know who he was, but she was determined to find out why he was there. He might not be friendly, but then again, no one else in this town was either. Might as well go for one hundred percent.
    One step from the bottom she heard the horrible shriek of sound from the water. Turning her head as she stepped down, she saw the waters split wide open and a creature emerge as through it had cut through the ocean with a knife.
    It towered over the beach, growing to a height where it nearly blotted out the waning moon.
    Rearing back, something opened up in the shape, yawning wide like the gapping maw of a predator.
    “Look out!” The words were torn from her throat before she could stop herself. She had to do something, no matter how crazy it seemed.
    What was even worse was that two ‘heads’ turned in her direction.
    It ‘moved.’ A shift of the shadow and suddenly it was coming at her like a tidal wave or a flash flood in the desert. It moved like a force of nature, big enough that she was sure nothing would stop it.
    She should run. She knew it would make sense, but she was frozen in place, stuck to the ground like she’d been buried in quick-setting concrete. All she could do was watch as darkness itself seemed to rush straight at her.
    It was a heartbeat away from swallowing her whole, enveloping her in darkness.
    And then it was gone, leaving the air around her charged with what felt like electricity, and all she could do was stare as the beach was suddenly empty.
    No ‘thing.’
    No man.
    Just the sand and the water.
    She should go home.
    She should run up the stairs and go back to her cottage and lock the door behind her.
    She should leave town entirely and not look back.
    After all, if she tried to tell someone what she just saw, they’d lock her away in a sanitarium. People didn’t just see living darkness burst out of the ocean and try to eat you.
    Did they?
    She closed her eyes, squeezed them tightly together as her hand did the same to the aged staircase railing under her hand. She could feel the bite of splinters digging their way under her skin as if they were searching for her blood, but she didn’t let go.
    She didn’t dare.
    She wanted to go down onto the sand and look for the man. Had it been her fault that he’d gone missing? Drawing the notice of the… the thing… had she put the man in danger that way?
    “Oh God,” she whispered the words and felt a tear stream down her cheek, “please tell me he’s okay.”
    “Are you talking about me or the creature?”
    Her eyes snapped open as she turned her head back toward the sand.
    HE stood there. The same man she’d seen jog past her house, pace the sand at the edge of the swirling dark waters. He was standing there before her whole and gorgeous, even though his hoodie had been nearly ripped from his body.
    “Don’t tell me it got your tongue,” he almost smiled, “if it did, I’m going to have to go in after it.”
    She couldn’t wrap her mind around what he was saying, the flippant way he talked about the horrifying thing she’d just seen.
    The nonchalant way that he’d brushed away the danger.
    “And then we’ll have to talk about what we’re going to do with you.”
    “Me?” The word was barely a whisper even though her mind wanted her to scream.
    “Yes, you.” He took another step closer, putting him just out of her reach. “You broke the rules… and now you’ll have to pay for it.”

  5. Jennifer Beyer
    · November 19th, 2018 at 9:47 pm · Link

    His face is so intense but the shirt is a hot mess so….he’s the dorky guy who has worked super hard to get a hot body but inside he’s still the dorky nerd genius who can’t get the sexy thing to work. Right after this picture was taken he couldn’t control the laughter as he doubled over with laughter and snorted at how silly he felt.

  6. flchen1
    · November 20th, 2018 at 10:18 pm · Link

    Boy, was Matt furious. The cleaners had done a number on his favorite workout gear, and he was going to have to replace them–it’d taken him years to get the sweats worn to that exact point of comfort. And they’d disintegrated just as he’d started his run, so he knew he had only a couple minutes to get back to safety before the ultra intense light caused permanent damage. He knew without glancing down that his legs were already darkening…

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