|The challenge writing prompt for August is Moonlight Sonata.|
This week I am participating in the Write-Edit-Publish (WEP) Challenge to create a story of less than 1000 words! This is the first time I have stretched my short storytelling muscles with this group.
The August Challenge is scheduled for Wednesday, August 17- Thursday, August 19. But I will leave the short story up until next Tuesday.
The prompt is Moonlight Sonata.
The Write Edit Publish Now Site offers participants a few ideas to spark their muse---
There are a million potential ways to interpret this challenge - use the title to define your setting, a water body, a full moon, a floating craft, a romantic evening...
Use it to devise your character - a werewolf, a vampire, a modern-day witch/wizard...
Use the backstory to create your flash about circumstances scuppering a relationship...or a nickname coming to define something/someone...
Beethoven's life itself can inspire a thousand stories - listen to his music composed 200+ years ago and go where the muse takes you. And take us right along with you for the ride.
Click here to find out more about WEP and the challenges.
I'm looking forward to reading tales of humor, romance, mystery, paranormal, historical and more.
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Moonglow Tagline: Romance and danger on a moonlight stroll through a college campus.
MOONGLOW by J.Q. Rose
Wham! What felt like a load of bricks smashed into my back, slamming me into the shelves of library books. Sprawled on the hardwood floor showered by books from above, I rolled over on my back. A gorgeous man stood over me. Bright, green eyes registered his surprise. He was the clumsy idiot who knocked me over?
Mr. Green Eyes bent his tall frame down to my level and searched my face. “Are you hurt?” His hoarse whisper evidence he had remembered we were in a library where loud conversations are not allowed.
I didn’t care about conversations or that everyone in the room was watching us. I wanted to connect with the handsome guy with thick, black hair pulled back in a ponytail. A black t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. His left arm, circled with a sleeve of tattoos, clutched a pile of books to his chest.
I offered him my hand and he tugged me back to my feet. Smiling sweetly, I fluttered my lashes to hold his gaze. My expression transitioned from awe to distress as if I were in a lot of pain. I rubbed my shoulder to keep his attention.
“I think I fell into the entire series of Harry Potter books.”
Ignoring my silly remark, he reached the reading table behind us in one stride and unloaded his books, then pulled out a chair. “Here. Sit here a minute.”
“Okay. Don’t worry. I’m fine.” I stopped massaging my “hurt” shoulder and gave up the injured girl charade. His concern was real.
He grabbed the chair next to me and folded his body onto the seat. Jerking an eyeglass case from his front jean pocket, he slipped on thick glasses that magnified his green eyes. Adorable.
He lifted my chin with a gentle touch. Mesmerizing me with those green eyes, he said, “I am. so. sorry.”
Heat flushed my face. I stammered, “No problem. I’m feeling better now.”
He grinned. “I should’ve had these glasses on so I could see the call numbers on the books instead of squinting so hard and not paying attention to where I was going.”
“Yes, you should have.” Leaning my elbows on the table, I flashed a gentle smile to signal I had forgiven him.
“Let me take you for coffee tonight as an apology for crashing into you. It’s a great evening to stroll across the campus in the moonlight.”
I straightened up at that idea. Handsome guys asking me to go to coffee was not an everyday occurrence for this girl.
Evidently, he liked me with my auburn hair loosely piled on top of my head and my freckles dotting my nose and cheeks. Or was the reason for the invitation because he felt guilty for mashing me against the bookshelves?
“Thanks for the invite, but I have a paper due tomorrow.” This was a test, offering him a chance to get out of buying me coffee.
“Hey, you need to take a break after that fall. I bet you can write better with some caffeine in your system.” His wink caught my heart. How could I refuse?
An hour later, we sat at a small table in the campus café. I sipped the cappuccino slowly to extend our time together.
“Thanks so much for the coffee. I do feel a bit perkier now and ready to get that paper done.” I slapped my hand on the table demonstrating my determination.
“I believe it!” He removed the large, framed glasses and returned them to the case in his pocket.
Taking a breath, he said, “I really enjoyed spending the time with you. I probably shouldn’t say this, but I’m glad I bumped into ya’.” I watched his smile roll across his face.
“Nooo.” I grimaced. “They say a groan’s as good as a laugh, and that is definitely a groaner.”
His eyes sparkled with amusement. “Sorry,” he said with an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders.
He covered my hand with his. The tingling sensation lasted for only a few seconds, but it was powerful as it raced from my toes to the top of my head.
A bit flustered, I checked my watch. “Well, all good things must come to an end. And that paper is not going to write itself.” I stood and grabbed my backpack.
“Hey, do you have a car? If not, can I walk you to your dorm?”
Was he asking me because he liked me enough to make this sweet evening together continue? Or because the university required students to be with someone after dark because the occurrence of crime and rapes had increased this fall.
“I’d appreciate that. My house is off campus, just a short walk from here.”
“Great. I’d be happy to accompany you, milady.” He bowed dramatically and allowed me to lead the way. I couldn’t help but laugh at his impish smile when he caught up with me.
We left the illuminated campus to take the shortcut to my house through the woods that edged the perimeter of the grounds. The radiant moonbeams lighted our way, the evening alive with romance.
With no one else on the path, we stopped. I breathed in the crisp fall air and rejoiced in the silence of the autumn night. Truly a special night together. He took my hands in his and pulled me close. His musky scent filled my senses. I stepped back to study his face.
Desire flooded through me. I couldn’t resist any longer.
I snarled and leaped, my fangs glowing in the moonlight.
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Word count: 930 words, NCCO
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