Didier Utukku
29 Jan 13 - 07:17
Ooh. I also have: Publish a "paranoral romance novel"
Let's do it!
Chapter 1
Jonny Q waved his electromageic pulse reader around the dingy, dilapitated bedroom. Through his special vision glasses, the mirror on the far wall glowed in a mystical- almost beautiful- purple aura. He approached, and the sensors strapped to his vest began to beep with at a furious pace, warning him...
Such warnings Jonny Q had long ago learned to ignore. Fear was not a part of this man's vocabulary. So he stepped to the mirror, switched on his flashlight-
and jumped back in surprise. Instead of his own reflection, the inense expression of a drowned woman filled the glass. Her blue lips were parted, and she howled at him, making an icy wind shake the room. The light of his flashlight played against the walls as if it were dim, pale sunlight viewed from the bottom of a lake.
The woman moved forward, through the wall, long black hair floating behind her. She fell upon Jonny Q where he'd stumbled back into the dusty four-poster bed.
"I love you" she said.
He locked eyes with the bloodhsot eyes of the drowned spirit. "I love you too"
And then they kissed. Jonny was still wearing goggles and microphones and other contraptions around his face, but it didn't matter, the ghost-woman's body passed right through them, giving her cold, dead lips access to his.
Chapter 2....
Let's do it!
Chapter 1
Jonny Q waved his electromageic pulse reader around the dingy, dilapitated bedroom. Through his special vision glasses, the mirror on the far wall glowed in a mystical- almost beautiful- purple aura. He approached, and the sensors strapped to his vest began to beep with at a furious pace, warning him...
Such warnings Jonny Q had long ago learned to ignore. Fear was not a part of this man's vocabulary. So he stepped to the mirror, switched on his flashlight-
and jumped back in surprise. Instead of his own reflection, the inense expression of a drowned woman filled the glass. Her blue lips were parted, and she howled at him, making an icy wind shake the room. The light of his flashlight played against the walls as if it were dim, pale sunlight viewed from the bottom of a lake.
The woman moved forward, through the wall, long black hair floating behind her. She fell upon Jonny Q where he'd stumbled back into the dusty four-poster bed.
"I love you" she said.
He locked eyes with the bloodhsot eyes of the drowned spirit. "I love you too"
And then they kissed. Jonny was still wearing goggles and microphones and other contraptions around his face, but it didn't matter, the ghost-woman's body passed right through them, giving her cold, dead lips access to his.
Chapter 2....
