Friday Fictioneers: Leap of Fate

This is my first foray into Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle leading it, and thanks to Jennifer Pendergast for the use of the photo.

Β© Jennifer Pendergast

LEAP OF FATE

He lay there at the bottom for a few minutes contemplating his next move. He looked straight up to where she had just gone through the door at the top.

He flipped to his feet and dusted himself off. He hated when people didn’t want to stop and play. He had so much to offer them.

He shook his head and decided that playtime was over. Now she would have no choice. Β He mentally gauged the time reach the top. He extended his teeth and pushed himself up with force so he leapt to the top balcony and his prey.

 

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  5. Alastair welcome to the FF’s. I have seen you visit and also on Paula’s site, I enjoyed this, I pictured the nasty little vampire leaping up to his prey. Mentally gauging the time and extending his teeth… well done!

  6. Alastair, welcome to the Friday Fictioneers! I’m so happy you’ve decided to try this. It’s a good group to be in. I like the story; the language of playing, with a sinister undertone. Is this a vampire then?

  7. Spooky and well done Alastair! I enjoyed your take on this very much my friend! I am happy you have decided to extend your creative talents to the Friday Fictioneers, welcome! πŸ™‚

  8. I really really enjoyed this! So very well done sweet friend!! Shhh….its a secret for now…but I was also inspired to take part of the challenge this week! πŸ™‚

  9. Hope you enjoy my addition…As your piece was inspiring. I have yet to blog this anywhere – I did take a peak at Friday Fictioneers. This must have been for last Friday? So let me know what you think…

    Anyway I did follow the suggested 100 word limit πŸ™‚

    An Emotional Feast?

    All she could do was run. From him. The room at the top just had
    to have something she could use – the garlic on her breath didn’t
    appear to be a deterrent. She thought Anita had invited her to dinner
    because she was new in town. That much was true.

    Out of the thirteen of them at the table Raynard must have been
    the palest being there.

    Too much wine, she excused herself – was directed to beautiful stairwell
    at the end of the hall, glanced back and – he was in pursuit. Frightened of
    being held in his arms, she ran.

    Β© JP/davh

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