Thursday, 19 September 2013

Blogtember #13

Write a short story starting with:


To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century; because Mia didn't know anybody and it was way out of her comforts zone plus it was so far away from she lived, 
She mingled but didn't seem to get along with anybody, she sat on the dark landing with just a glimmer of street light from outside, a faint tap on her shoulder, She turned round when She saw a man with dark hair a long face and pale skin.. "Come with me" he said. 
She gets up slowly climb up the few steps She has left, She takes hold of his had and he takes her up 3 flights of stairs and a lift to a big white and black room with a big DJ stand and a good few hundred people, circus acts everything you would dream about with what you would have at a big posh party. 

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