Ok, so this is another Writing Contest that I'm doing. I am going to try to pump 1 out every 1-3 days. I'm going to change the way these are done a bit more because I want all of the participants to earn from their own stories as well as this one and to not be put off by the size limits that I put in place. Prizes will be awarded after the Closing of this Post.
Rules:
- Please only original works.
- Title must contain "Writing Prompt Contest #8 - Scarletta".
- Tags must include writingpromptcontest.
- Post your entry in a separate post of your own and copy the entry link in the comments section in this post.
- Post a link to this post at the bottom of your entry.
- Upvote and resteem after posting your link so that we can get as many entries as possible.
- Copy-paste the Writing Prompt segment from this post to the top of your own entry.
Prize:
If your post has the most upvotes and you have followed the rules outlined above, you will win a prize equal to 50% of the SBD Post earnings after Curation Rewards are taken out.
The case was in her hand, gripped tight. There was a fog in the air, a light breeze. A taste a salt. The dim streetlamp overhead was enough to cast everything in an eerie glow. Daunting would be the word that the Inspector would have used... it was a daunting night.
"I should never have agreed to this," Scarletta whispered to herself. "I suppose if I hadn't agreed to this meeting, then we would have no chance at retrieving the Device."
"Precisely, my dear," whispered the Inspector's voice in the back of her head.
Scarletta lit a cigarette and put it to her lips, taking a long draw and trying not to cough it out. She wasn't a smoker, but the masque wouldn't be complete without it. The click of boots on the pavement was loud in the quiet night air. The mist rose from the sewer grates and swirled about her feet. She took a deep breath and took a glance over her shoulder at the dark silhouette coming up the street.
Please have fun and enjoy writing the story.