A short story
Prompt: Select a book from a random shelf in your home library. Copy down the last sentance and use this line to begin a short story.
"What nonsense!" cried Lady Windermere. "I never heard such nonsense in all my life."
It seemed she was right. I myself had been taken aback by what the young man had said. It seemed like somthing you would hear in a dream, something entirely unbelievable. I knew Lady Windermere would be angry the instant he said it. I say in his sleek figure taht he was unpredictable, not to be trusted. His hair had been slicked back, and with his pinstripe coat, one would mistake him for a gentleman.
But a gentleman he was not. His eyes shown with hatred, a hatred I had never felt before. The same eyes looked at Lady Windermere with insatiable desire, a desire to have her as his. It was I he hated so. Lady Windermere was my beautiful bride to be. Her lean figure was well rounded. The ends of her beautiful red hair swept down her back, lightly touching her waistline. She wore a red satin dress, which, when she walked, touched the ground softly, giving her the appearance of gliding across the floor. I remember the first time I saw he in that dress, that was back when we were younger. My mind was captivated by her beauty, and the more we danced, the more sure my love for her became. And now, this man was here, trying to steal her away from me.
"I want you to come to London with me Lady Windermere," the man said slyly, "there is a lovely art gallery you just must see."
But the more he talked, the more she distgusted she became with him. She could smell his stench from a mile away, and already knew of the trap he had set for her without having to be told. She certainly was brilliant, but it came as no suprise to me. I knew she would be keen enough to outwit him. "I most certainly will not," she protested in a loud voice, " I will stay here with my fiancee until the day we wed, then maybe I will go with you. But as for now, I do not trust you and will not be caught in your trap."
The man was taken aback. Where had he gone wrong? What had he said that lead her against him? But as soon as defeat was evident another plan began forming in his head. He backed out of the room slowly, giving a long and low bow to the betrothed couple. He would soon have what he wanted, but he had to be patient.
"What nonsense!" cried Lady Windermere. "I never heard such nonsense in all my life."
It seemed she was right. I myself had been taken aback by what the young man had said. It seemed like somthing you would hear in a dream, something entirely unbelievable. I knew Lady Windermere would be angry the instant he said it. I say in his sleek figure taht he was unpredictable, not to be trusted. His hair had been slicked back, and with his pinstripe coat, one would mistake him for a gentleman.
But a gentleman he was not. His eyes shown with hatred, a hatred I had never felt before. The same eyes looked at Lady Windermere with insatiable desire, a desire to have her as his. It was I he hated so. Lady Windermere was my beautiful bride to be. Her lean figure was well rounded. The ends of her beautiful red hair swept down her back, lightly touching her waistline. She wore a red satin dress, which, when she walked, touched the ground softly, giving her the appearance of gliding across the floor. I remember the first time I saw he in that dress, that was back when we were younger. My mind was captivated by her beauty, and the more we danced, the more sure my love for her became. And now, this man was here, trying to steal her away from me.
"I want you to come to London with me Lady Windermere," the man said slyly, "there is a lovely art gallery you just must see."
But the more he talked, the more she distgusted she became with him. She could smell his stench from a mile away, and already knew of the trap he had set for her without having to be told. She certainly was brilliant, but it came as no suprise to me. I knew she would be keen enough to outwit him. "I most certainly will not," she protested in a loud voice, " I will stay here with my fiancee until the day we wed, then maybe I will go with you. But as for now, I do not trust you and will not be caught in your trap."
The man was taken aback. Where had he gone wrong? What had he said that lead her against him? But as soon as defeat was evident another plan began forming in his head. He backed out of the room slowly, giving a long and low bow to the betrothed couple. He would soon have what he wanted, but he had to be patient.
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