Sorry Wendy. I wasn’t really feeling that glamour prompt. So, instead, I’m going to write the next part to the Paris saga.
Chapter 3: Hate Blows a Bubble of Despair
So when we left off, Paris and Elle had pretty much broken off all ties. There was some slandering. Someone may or may not have thrown someone out of a moving vehicle. I find that a little hard to believe seeing how there was not so much as a scratch on Elle.
Though they saw each other from time to time, Elle and Paris hadn’t really made up. Elle started to drink and smoke more. She also, from my understanding, slept around a bit. It was hard on her.
Paris got on with his life pretty well. He played some shows. The band was doing pretty well. Life was good. Then came Clyde.
One night, after a show, Clyde’s mother, Jezebel, introduced Paris to Clyde. Clyde was a beautiful temptress. She was everything that a woman should be: smart, witty, beautiful, and most of all, conniving. Also, she was quite a bit younger than Paris. They began to see more and more of each other, and it was strictly platonic. Well, it was that way for Paris. Clyde made advances toward Paris at every chance. What sort of man could possibly resist that sort of attention repeatedly? Finally, Paris gave in and the consummated their love for each other. Little did Paris know of the real motive of Jezebel when she introduced Clyde and Paris.
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This is really great, Ryan. I've just gotten caught up with the story, and I really like how you're doing it. I like the balance between what's happening at the time and your hints at the bigger picture of the story. Keep it up.
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