Ciara’s first time in the 100WC and it’s a doozy!
It moved, why was it moving? That should not have been moving, well not on its own anyway.
As I backed away the from the small bag, it moved closer. Then suddenly out came a tiny, irregular man, his torn clothes were old and dirty. He poured me a large cup of vinegar then insisted on me having a sip, even after I politely declined.
“UGH!” my face screwed up naturally as I took a sip. The vinegar was too sharp. The bitter taste lingered in my mouth. The little man chuckled and then vanished into the dark, haunting night.
Ciara
Hi Ciara. Well done – I love this piece of writing! You have used words imaginatively and creatively, and your opening lines instantly drew me in and got my attention. Keep up the excellent writing Ciara.