And just for an example, here's a scene from Chapter One of Serenya's Song, where Jayden Ravenwing first spies the enchanting Serenya Crowe:
I stepped through the door. Soft piano music and the voice accompanying it—angelic, rich, soulful—stilled my footsteps. I finally made my way inside and slid onto a stool at the bar. The bartender, an aging human with a partly bald head and pot-belly, asked me what I wanted.
“Gingerroot tea, please.” I couldn’t take my eyes off the ebony-haired girl singing at the piano.“That’s my daughter, Serenya. Lovely, isn’t she?” He retrieved a teapot behind him, added water, and set it on a small stove.“She is.”“Where is the one who holds the key? Where is the one who’s made for me?”I’d heard the song she sang before, but the words had never resonated within me like this. I shifted in my seat. If I listened long enough, I feared her voice could unearth every secret I had. But, I had no intention of leaving now. I liked a good challenge.“I’ve journeyed high, I’ve journeyed low, to heaven above and hell below.”Slightly pointed ears indicated she was half-elven, but she didn’t resemble the proprietor at all. I studied her white skin, pale as the ivory piano keys she commanded so well. Lustrous, black hair fell in waves over her shoulders. Rose red lips wrapped around each word of the song. An irresistible light sparkled in her eyes. Pure joy. I knew that feeling all too well. Very few women had even come close to understanding my passion for music. A familiar longing settled over me like an invisible net.The teakettle whistled. The bartender filled my cup. “Haven’t seen you before. Don’t get many wood-elves down here. What’s your name?”“Jayden Ravenwing.”“Douglas Barnaby. Welcome to the Wasted Witch. New in town or just passing through?”“Just moved from Leogard.”“Then, welcome to Summerwind, too. It’s just a spot in the road, but I think you’ll like it here.”“Thanks.”He nodded and walked away to serve other customers. The spicy aroma of fresh ginger met my nose as I sipped and listened. Maybe this would be a decent town to reside in after all.“Years have passed, but I’m not free. My love—too late he came for me.”The final note of the song sent chills across my skin. The audience applauded. I lifted my hands to do the same, but decided that gesture was too paltry for such talent. She deserved something more.
In 500 words or less (PG ONLY PLEASE), send me a scene from a finished story, WIP, or even a brand new flash fiction. Show me how your guy or girl reacts to meeting their perfect match. It might not be all butterflies and roses, but we should be able to tell that an impression was made!
I'll take entries from now until midnight on February 14--that's right, Valentine's Day! Depending on the number of entries, I'll either post them all for voting or pick finalists and THEN run a vote.
Winners will get a $10 Amazon Gift Card, plus an exclusive interview right here on Unwritten.
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