Readers on Deadline (ROD) is a monthly Deadline Dame feature where we post an intriguing image and invite readers to be inspired and share the results in up to 250 words right here in the comments.
There’s a two week deadline, so entries will have to be in by midnight when I post my next regular Deadline Dames post, which is midnight December 29th. The Dames will pick the entry that most intrigues us, post that entry in the next month’s ROD along with a link to that writer/reader’s site-if there is one included. And you get a prize!
( We’d like to add a request for our readers not to re-post pictures. Some are stock photos and those are fine, but quite a few of them are used with written permission from the artist. Thanks! )
Sorry this is so late. We all have so much on our plates right now, we got behind in the voting process. I’d like to send a shout out to Cat, too. Your entry was in the running! 🙂
The winner of ROD #22 is Germaine Dulac. Congratulations! We are in the process of changing up our contact addresses again, so go ahead and email me directly at rindaelliott (at) gmail (dot) com and I’ll get your address to Dame Rachel for your copy of My Soul To Steal. 🙂
“Oh, god. Not again,” I groaned, as Tiffany came rushing into the kitchen.
“The third time this week!” she cried.
“God, I hate this apartment!” she said, stamping her foot.
Not that anyone could hear it. The floorboards were vibrating loudly, the windows rattling in their frames.
Tiffany crossed her arms. “What the hell is he doing down there?”
“I don’t know,” I said, staring down at the linoleum. “Black magic?”
Tiffany glared at me. “Living above a necromancer was a bad idea. But no, you just had to have this apartment.”
“You agreed,” I shot back.
“Only because—” Tiffany stopped, looked down at the floor. “Oh, that’s lovely.”
The floor was no longer shaking, it was thumping under our feet. I could feel a heavy, fast beat rising up through my legs, reverberating in my bones.
“Fucking necromancers,” Tiffany muttered. “You have to curse him.”
“Then talk to him!”
“Fine. But you’re coming with me.”
Three minutes later, we were standing outside of Apartment 7.
I pounded on the door with my fist. No answer. Tiffany gave me a tiny shove from behind. I took a deep breath and gripped the knob, twisting.
And froze on the threshold.
Rasha was standing under a strobe light, his hands held aloft, techno blasting in the background.
A woman lay on the floor, screaming. She had black pits for eyes, half her face shrouded in shadow.
I knew her.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. “That’s the landlady.”
ROD #23 image is another from Michelle Monique. Both Dame Rachel and I LOVE this artist, so check her out!
Big. Prizes. For. January.
January is a big month for the Dames!!!! Not only is it our anniversary, but we have seriously cool YA releases from Dame Rachel (today’s prize!), Dame Jenna and Dame Kaz. We’re all so excited about the release of Dame Kaz’s debut book! Dames Jenna and Kaz are offering a prize to the winner.
Note: We’d love to see some polished work from our readers. Submit your piece as if you were submitting it to an agent or editor. Wow us in a few words. 🙂
BTW, published and unpublished readers/writers are all welcome!!!!!!
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