Shemar Moore snagged from tumblr by Denny S. Bryce (haven’t paid homage to him in a while:)
Wow. Sunday rolls around so fast! But here’s my six (Six Sentence Sunday) from the same WIP about the FBI special agent, a vampire, who is having a hard time keeping a promise to a witch.
Gideon rushed up the snow-covered walkway, pushed open the double doors of the Tilden Community Bank and sidestepped the uniform clad body lying face down in the small foyer. A quick glance at the dead man, Gideon’s eyes moved from the teller stations on the north wall to the waiting area on the south wall, and then to the center of the lobby and a series of desks and chairs, tossed into a pile in the middle of the floor. A hard, dark wood floor, stained nearly black with blood, stretched out before him surrounded by banisters with carvings of misshapen gargoyles. It was an old building, a hundred years old, with high domed ceilings, deep and echoing, also smeared with blood.
As he stepped into the main lobby it struck him, a stench so disgusting; he stumbled into the wall and grabbed his stomach. Damn, he thought, this case was going to be a problem.
Wow. Just got this posted in time. Now, I’m off to add the photo so if you see this at 9 a.m. Eastern – it is sans the pretty…
Lovely writing
I really am into this story. I need the book! This is great.
I can see where he might think the case would be a problem! Descriptive six.
And Shemar is sexy!
A bad smell is never a good sign.
is he the vamp? banks usually only open in day time…
guess you and I are on same wavelength with scent. Love your writing
Another excellent contribution Denny. Very vivid details and your eye candy was the bomb! I am wondering what the specific stench means and what kind of trouble it adds up to. Ready to read more.
Vivid description, very easy to see. Good job!
Any job is better than no job, but c’mon, liedas. If he were a business exec or the lead singer of a band, there would be a certain amount of additional desire. I started dating a guy and a few dates in found out that he was the guitarist for a world known metal band. Yeah, I was a bit more pleased than assuming that he was a city-known guitarist.That being said, not everyone is a rockstar and a worthwhile woman will know this and accept it. As long as you’re able to pay your bills and we don’t have to worry about buying your dinner, then we’re pretty accepting.
Great six – well done. And love that photo 😉
Oooh, I'm very curious what that bad smell is…