Hello everyone,
We still have until September 18 to vote on the First chapter competition. For those of you who haven't seen my entry, I'd like to invite you to view it at:http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977079828
Give it a rating if you like what you see. According to the rules, only ratings of 10 will be counted (which means the book is publishable). I'm attaching a one-paragraph excerpt below to give you an idea of the story.
Enjoy!
Enrico
Iberian Nights
1
Seville: The Matador's LureElena lit a cigarette and cast a wild-eyed glance at the tangerine fields of New Castille. She was stretched out on her seat with her legs crossed, her thighs exposed. Pearls of sweat glistened on her face. She caught me watching her and smirked. "What's the matter querido, you like my legs?" I shrugged. "They're nice legs," I said, and closed my eyes.Ever since we left Bilbao and crossed into the arid plains of Toledo, she had been in such an agitated state. In fact, we all were, as if the sultry nature of the land had taken over our senses. At the time, I should have taken heed of this fleeting observation, for doing so would have prepared me for the misfortune that would later befall our group.
We were on a train to Andalusia— Elena, Allison, and I—the sole remnant of that summer's university exchange program which used to number twenty but had since dwindled to four. Our housemates had left: Bjorn had gone home to Stockholm, Yves to Paris, and his lover Peter to London, to prepare for their senior year.
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