Following on from my Blog post on the 15th June Anna has got in touch with news of an exciting competition.
She is running a FREE Giveaway on her Facebook Author Page until 1st July.
A Prize is £25.00 Amazon Gift Card
Your name as a character in her next crime thriller
All you have to do is ‘like’ the post and tag a friend.
Ann’s author page is HERE!
Born and educated in the UK, Ann Girdharry is a trained psychotherapist and has worked as a manager in the not-for-profit sector for many years.
Today she lives in Montpellier, France with her husband and two children.
She writes suspense and thrillers, is a book reviewer and occasionally blogs for the Huffington Post UK.
So I have entered two competitions recently and I thought that now my stuff is submitted I will share with you my efforts.
The first one was on the subject of Journys and was for the Derby Book Festival it was 50 words and I made several attempts at trying to write something suitable that wouldn’t be deemed to personal so in the end I went with…
The number 22 bus, the smell of stale alcohol and chips after a night out, the smell of body odour on a hot summers evening or aftershave on the way to work, the smell of fresh pine disinfectant of a newly clean bus, how I love the number 22 bus
Then today with thanks to help from a fellow writer and inspired by my daily traveling in a lift for work. This was a 150 words
Love in an Elevator (maybe not the best titled)
I see her everyday as she walks into the elevator. Her shoulder length hair. The wavy dark brown eyes that look straight through me. Those seconds we share together before she leaves me stood in her cloud of expensive perfume as jealousy takes control. Every evening when we all rush to leave I push myself against her in the packed elevator. I’m so close I can almost taste her. Whenever I push too close she’ll look at me with those twinkly eyes and share a joke. She will never suspect anything because I’m just the friendly cleaning lady that she sees every day. I will bide my time and wait for that day when we are alone and I know no one will disturb us. Then I shall drive a knife into her back and carry her into a disused office where she will never be seen again.
Now I am going to attempt to write some more of my “other” WIP that is circulating 50,000 words!