❝From dusk till dawn, the voices become louder, whispering violent elations to his wanting ear while the night unfolds their wishes have been granted with a wager on their heads...❞
In which two night club owners lure men and women into their grasps...
Obviously this is not the finish product, I will add more. This is just a taste of the direction I want to go.
P.S. it's set in the 1950s, there are going to be weird phrases.
Enjoy, dolls.
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AS the sun drifts into its chambers to restore the energy it has given to the children that wander the earth, the moon saunters it's way to core of the sky, shedding waves of light to those who look to her. Her who is the manifestation of true darkness, woven from the essence of the physical and spiritual world. Her who captures the mind, bodies, and souls of those she chooses. Her acolytes worship her statue which evince only a speck of her existence. Yet not one has seen a glimpse of the true nature of her perturb beauty. Some fabricate ideas or myths about their lord surmising that she is vailed in hair as dark as the subconscious of her creator or skin dipped in temptation that whom so ever laid eyes on her will crave for her until they are met with her once more and even the notion that her eyes were forged to resemble hell fire, crimson red. Yet again no one truly knows, all they know is the sound of her voice.
She whispers softly, telling them to follow her and without a second thought, they do. It leads them to a hedonistic place, more specifically a hedonistic temple.
There are many words to describe The Solcouth Nightclub, I have only two for you, strange yet marvelous. They set foot in this little universe to get away from the wretch world they reside in, only to wish they never did. Women of all shades linger on the walls of Solcouth, their curves brought yearnings to the men and women who watched them dance. Silk twirls on their velvet skin as their hips move, slowly to sounds of saxophones and bass guitars. Wandering eyes roam back and forth mesmerize by the sex appeal.
The seats fill with people of stature; pearls and cufflinks glean from the glare of the chandelier. The scent of cigars and Hydrangeas bless the air, forming a cloud of desperation. The sound of clicking against the sheet vinyi demands attention. Blather and laughter come to a sudden pause when a man with a ebony stingy brim hat waltz upon the stage that set in the depths of the club, a circular light hovers over the man.
The peculiar man lifts his head up, revealing his striking features. He instills fear and adoration among the crowd. His pale fingers grasps on the microphone, clearing his throat in the process.
"Well well, ladies and gentlemen, don't we have a treat for you," his deceitful tone echoes throughout the room, electrifying the audience with excitement.
"Play dead!" He says to the anxious people of substance, causing them to halt their praise.
He licks his taunting lips, gazing at the crowd once more. "All these beautiful women dance for you. You are mesmerized by their appearances but there is one you've yet to see. For she will put you in a daze just by a glimpse of her, leaving you wanting to see more,"
A sly grin sits on his face while he grabs the microphone, pulling it closer. "Martina Ernesta García is not a name you will ever forget." And with that the man with the stingy brim disappears into the darkness.
A beautiful shadow emerges from the velvet curtain.
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Thank you for reading the excerpt.
Thoughts and opinions?
I used a lot of my vocab words for AP Lang, so that was a good amount of studying for me.
