For Want of Rain
Where the -@!# did my muse go?
Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.
Her laughter broke the silence.
The toughs behind her joined in with cruel chuckles until she cut them off with a wave of her pistol. Rays from the setting sun caused the bas relief dragon emblazoned along the barrel to writhe in the smokey wind.
“Leave? I don't think so. I'm here to take what's mine. ” Her voice turned nasty, “Find the thieves and return them and my lock-box to me by the next tide's turn or I'll put the rest of this shit hole to the torch and sift through the ashes.”
She turned and shoved one of her men out of her way and stalked through the hole in the crowd.
“Who was that?” Jane asked, her voice filled with admiration.
I gave her a look. Stupid girl didn't even have enough sense to be afraid. "Captain Bernadette. They call her the Dragon.of the Sea."
"Golly!" Jane said.
"Hey, none of that. She's said to have killed men, women, and children. Now go round up the Fisherman's Council and have them meet me at the Drunken Seal. We're in a lot of trouble and we don't have much time. Go!"
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The rule is thus: You must begin with the line below.
Her laughter broke the silence.
You may write any genre; make her laugh sweet, silly, or menacing. It's the laugh that starts it all.
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ElshaHawk LoA
Love it! You've created a great villainess.