"Wait a minute," the goddess said. "Stop running away from me."
All of us watched in amazement as we froze in silence and stillness.
Her flowing gown seemed to glow in the pitch darkness that once again enveloped the room.
It was immensely freezing, which stiffened our bodies along with our fear.
What would she do to us if we didn't do as she said?
You could hear a pen drop in that room from the silence of what happened next.
I noticed the trim of her flowing gown had an accent of gold, or was it silver?
Either way, her gown impressed me so much that I began to admire her beauty...starting with her hair which seemed iridescent in the glow of her extreme composure, or maybe awe was the word to describe what I felt in her presence, yes awe was a part of her beauty and mystery, I think.
What started out as fear of the goddess of Nair became almost like a spell that she was binding on us, pulling our energy into her dominance.
We were hypnotized by her eyes; she was trapping us like a snake was being guided by music, she would mesmerize us, gain our trust, to be sure the owner knew about us in here while he popped popcorn in the lobby.
I tried to scream, so someone outside the room could hear me, with no sound coming forth through my mouth, nor was I able to move, I'd be stuck here in this room with these people, forever so it seemed.
Unless I were strong enough, if I could acquire any strength over the goddesses' power over me, if I could turn my eyes away from her, then I could break her hold over me, but how?
WRITTEN FOR: girlie on the edge-six-sentence story
A QUOTE PULLED FROM GIRLIE ON THE EDGE POST:
“Writing means sharing. It’s part of the human condition to want to share things – thoughts, ideas, opinions.” – Paulo Coelho
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