She stared at him from across the bar, not blinking or moving her gaze away when people passed between them in the pulsing crowd of the nightclub.
There was just something about him that she desired, something about the way his dark hair rested on his forehead, the way his blue eyes glinted brighter in the dark room than any other eyes.
She wanted him.
She stood up, moving slowly through the crowd, pushing past those that were in her way with a stare and a frown. She parted crowds like the best of them, she never had to worry about anyone getting in her way.
Then she was before him, and she regarded his two women companions with disdain.
“Leave us,” she said quietly. Her voice wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the din of the club music, but she didn’t need her mouth to carry her thoughts to the heads of women surrounding her prey, she could sway them with the simple and eternal power of her mind.
The women got up and left, blank expressions on their faces, and he stared up at her in shock and annoyance.
“What the hell? Who the hell are you?” he asked her, rising to stand and face him, and she put one slim white finger on his chest and pushed him back down into his seat.
“It doesn’t matter who I am,” she said. “It only matters who you are, and tonight, you are mine.”
This is my first piece for the Trifecta Writing Challenge, and this week’s word was Sway. The way the challenge works is we are given a word, in this case, Sway, and we have to use the third dictionary definition as our writing prompt to write a story between 33 and 333 words.
I have seen this challenge here and there and wanted to give it a shot, just as I am planning to do more challenges in the next couple of months. So far, I have really enjoyed every Indie Ink challenge that I have done, and I think that in the long run, doing these challenges is going to be great for my writing overall.
I’ve been in this really weird place lately where I am excited about the long zombie story I’ve been working on for, well, ever, but at the same time I am really uncertain if that story is THE ONE.
I’m really determined to make 2012 my year of BECOMING A WRITER, and no matter what path I have to take to get there, I know one thing for certain, and it’s that the only way to get better at what I do is to do it all the time, to do it as much as possible, and to do it with all of the passion and energy I have in me to do it as well as I can.