The word faceless makes me think of a deep, dark tunnel with a calm, warm breeze blowing into it, beckoning for me to enter.
Author: catstark
Daily Prompt: Talisman
I searched all my writing, easily done with search functions, and found that I had never used the word ‘talisman’. But thesaurus to the rescue, I have used the word ‘amulet’. This is from an unfinished work, currently entitled “Coffee Shop”:
Knowing his purpose, Heathcliff stood and went to the tent. He grabbed the backpack full of clothing and slung it onto his back. He slipped his amulet from around his neck and wrapped the chain around his left hand. He knelt beside Princess Leona and touched her bare arm that was sticking out from the sleeping bag. Heathcliff took slow breaths, closed his eyes and recited the spell that would take them both home.
Daily Prompt: Invisible
From The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House:
The sword was about three and a half feet in length, looked like a two handed sword but was lighter than a rapier. It was well balanced, a quality piece of work. The blade had the look of a Damascus sword, but the folds of metal were red, orange and yellow. The runes on it were almost invisible unless hit by direct light. She traced the symbols, wondering what they would do in direct sunlight. It was one o’clock in the morning. She would have to wait a few hours to find out. Backing away from the car, Natalia swung the sword, feeling the weight and balance. It really was a fine sword.
Daily Prompt: Identical
From The Grey House, Book Three, Protector of the Grey House:
The first demon bellowed and advanced on Vincent, who watched in terror as the other went for his woman. He had never seen these demons before and had no idea how to banish them. They were taller then he by a head and twice as wide. They were formed by broken pieces of mirror, glass, razor blades and what looked to be hypodermic needles. Their hands were all broken glass, with long bits acting as claws. Their mouths resembled sharks’ mouths, with row after row of needles. Their eyes looked like bent spoons. Vincent could see no flesh. The thing before him bellowed and he backed off, assessing the situation. Joseph was by his side, handing him a short sword, brandishing an identical one.
Daily Prompt: Blush
This is from The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House.
Rebecca leaned back against the desk, chewed on her lip and plunged ahead. “I’m pregnant.” Vincent raised an eyebrow; Markus made a noise and Charlie blushed. “Do you remember how my mother was when she was pregnant with me, sir?”
Daily Prompt: Patience
This is from The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House
Vincent looked down at her with slight distaste. He had no patience for humans like her, but he let her cry anyway, knowing she needed to. She calmed enough and continued her story through sobs and more tears.
Daily Prompt: Provoke
A paragraph from my novel called The Storm.
The ambulance stopped soon enough and Nessa waited for the inevitable. Once the doors opened, she was nearly shoved out of the back. She kept her footing, and did nothing to provoke the men and women around her. She saw that they were in a garage, and that they were surrounded by men and women in hospital uniforms. The calmer she acted, the more nervous some became. The men wanted to sedate her; the women seemed to think she would be all right. Nessa said nothing, did nothing until finally a man in a lab coat came forward and stuck her with a needle in the arm. Nessa hissed in breath but allowed the medicine to flow through her bloodstream. Soon enough, the sedative took affect and she fainted.
Daily Prompt: Noise
From The Grey House, Book One:
The woman placed a hand on Anthony’s knee and leaned in as if to kiss his ear. A frown crossed Vincent’s brow. What was her game? She stayed in that position and then Anthony turned his head toward her ear. His lips were moving, but Vincent couldn’t hear anything. He turned the sound up fruitlessly, bringing in more surrounding noise. Realizing he had been outsmarted, he calmly turned the sound down, punched up other camera views and vacated the chair. Mierka, one of his other bodyguards, smirked as she took the seat and went back to guarding the club.
Daily Prompt: Grasp
This is a paragraph from The Grey House Book Two, Inside the Grey House:
Vincent growled as he rushed forward, healing himself along the way. She slashed as he charged, using the light weapon effectively. He pulled back when blood gushed from the wound on his neck. He fell to his knees, grasping his neck, trying hard to hold in his blood. Anthony was yelling for her blood, demanding the fight be stopped. Vincent closed his wound, wondering if Anthony was right. He was starting to feel rather hungry. He had lost more blood then he thought he would. He had to take her down. He looked up at the beautiful woman wondering how to do it, and saw the look in her eye. She hid it quickly, but not quickly enough. Vincent’s eyes roamed to her right arm: the bandage was soaked with blood.
Daily Prompt: Captivating
Though this passage does not contain the word “Captivating” I think it explains it well enough. This is the very first part of a book I have yet to talk much about. It is called “That Which Has No Name”. I will publish this one day. When I have more experience with such things.
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Annabelle Fields stared up at Pastor Jordan from the first pew in the tiny wooden church. He was talking loudly, gesturing wildly with his arms, letting his emotions shine on his handsome face. His blue eyes were flashing and his short brown hair, usually slicked back, was unkempt. He was a large man, but then everyone was large next to Annabelle. She was 28 years old and stood five foot two inches. She’d been the same height since she turned 18. It made people think she was younger, which had not bothered her, until Pastor Jordan came to town three months ago.
Annabelle sighed as she continued to watch him. He was talking about the Creatures again, the ones God had sent long before humans. He started talking of these Creatures about two months ago, worrying some of the congregation, igniting the imagination of others. Annabelle didn’t care what he was talking about, as long as he was talking.
She tore her eyes away when he turned toward her and caught her eye. She blushed and ducked her head, feeling guilty when she felt her mom’s hand clamp down painfully on her knee. Her mother knew she had a crush on the Pastor and felt it was a sin. Annabelle was not the only one who had a crush on the new Pastor. Every woman in the small church had a crush on him, including Annabelle’s mom. Maryann dressed her best on Sundays, always sat in the first pew and always stayed late to talk to him, always keeping Annabelle close, but also keeping her quiet.
Annabelle asked her mother once why Maryann was allowed to flirt with the Pastor and she was not. Her mother had given her a dirty look, then hit her over and over with the family bible, quoting passages, insinuating her daughter’s real name was Delilah. It was the first and last time Annabelle had questioned the hypocrisy. Still, whenever Maryann caught her daughter looking at the Pastor in a certain way, she would beat her when they were alone, screaming scripture the whole time. Annabelle was tired of it, but couldn’t help looking at the Pastor. He was so handsome. Stray thoughts of watching him undress flitted through her mind as she blushed. She looked down at the bible in her hands and read the passages, not caring what she was reading. She was in church; she shouldn’t allow herself to fall into the devil’s temptation.
Breathing hard, Annabelle continued to read her bible until Pastor Jordan was done preaching. She lost herself in the choir’s voice, hoping that by the end of the service, her mother would have forgotten her indiscretion.
Cat Stark 