tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301972815272408629.post4811576452714895794..comments2010-04-12T05:28:30.393-07:00Comments on Write a Story Together: "Th Princess and the Masquerade Ball"Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301972815272408629.post-84050841582961496142010-04-12T05:28:30.393-07:002010-04-12T05:28:30.393-07:00what a great and interesting post
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&qu...She knew that gown and the regal person in it.<br />"It can't be. What would he want with my mother."<br />"Beware," she heard again and a feather quivered in the night. <br />Her heart stopped as she witnessed the queen smile charmingly at the man. <br />"Beware," she heard again, but this time it was not her mask. Startled at the baritone voice she turned to find a black mask set with exquisite feathers that framed deep green eyes.<br />"Spying is an ancient form of wisdom," it said, "but in our day it is punished with death."Anna del C. Dyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15820398065135155455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301972815272408629.post-70190438581888435692009-10-10T11:30:43.775-07:002009-10-10T11:30:43.775-07:00"Why did you have to ruin it?" Maranda s..."Why did you have to ruin it?" Maranda stomped her slippered foot on the rush covered floor.<br />"It was your ruin I prevented." A feather tickled her ear.<br />Maranda followed the male she no longer considered a gentleman, staying far enough back that he wouldn't notice.<br />The lady he approached was dressed in a pearlescent satin gown with embroidered butterflies covering the skirt. Her blond hair piled high on her head trailed down to a gossamer shawl that appeared to be wings. Her face was masked with silk cloth. "Oh ...."Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07833590920393277556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301972815272408629.post-90294494384519104122009-10-09T21:42:48.200-07:002009-10-09T21:42:48.200-07:00"...that there is a splendid new play being p..."...that there is a splendid new play being performed at the MAC. I was hoping you would allow me to escort you there tomorrow eve."<br /><br />"That's it!" the mask exclaimed in its murmuring, fluttering way. "Don't say I didn't warn you."<br /><br />The strings at the back of Maranda's head suddenly loosened and the mask fell away from her face. The gentleman, who had just finished stuffing her handkerchief into his elegant coat's pocket, stared at her abruptly revealed features...but not with the kind of awe men usually gazed at her with.<br /><br />"Oh...Oh, dear. Forgive me, my lady. You were not who I thought you were. I was looking for..." He craned his neck to gaze about the ballroom. "Ah, there she is! You will excuse me?"<br /><br />Maranda watched, frozen with shock as he walked away. Numbly, mechanically, she bent over to pick up her mask and slowly set it back in its place.<br /><br />"Now then," the mask whispered briskly, "you're safe. But what of the woman he's really stalking? We'd best go after him, don't you think?"Joyce DiPastenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16638031103659265422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301972815272408629.post-29716606191148549042009-10-08T08:00:19.555-07:002009-10-08T08:00:19.555-07:00The blazing blue eyes left derisive flickers of fl...The blazing blue eyes left derisive flickers of flames on the fingers she held her dainty hankie that he left untouched. "You dare to ask my identity but recoil from possibly revealing your own?"Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07833590920393277556noreply@blogger.com