NovelAI Scenario: Hot Drop Of Color On The Gray Concrete

Description

Worn out from the day and from the old gray, you're on your way back home through the lonely streets. When she turns up in front of you like a warm sunset, you take in the welcome sight for maybe a little too long.

A first person past tense noir story.

Tags

noir, redhead, jeans, empty alleyways, femme fatal, gray

Prompt

I was again shambling down the empty streets of this gray, decaying city, trusting in my weary legs to find their way down the alleys, to reach my empty apartment, stinking of old smoke and with that cold and empty bed waiting for another lonely night. I was lost in thought, or maybe I was without thought, when a sudden drop of color appeared on the old and smudged parchment that was my life. When the straight lines and right angles made of asphalt and concrete were softened by smooth curves, the juxtaposition blinded me like a sudden sunset. She came down a side street, right up in front of me. A crack in my lonely routine, she woke me up. That it was only a part of me awakening became quite clear when, after a while, I noticed that I had missed my turn, several times over. Like a will-o'-the-wisp, her entrancing light had led me down the abandoned alleys behind her. Hypnotized by the sway of her hips conducting a dance of her long red hair falling down her back, it was my legs that lead me right after her, no thought left towards home. But then it was her legs, long legs reaching up to her neck and clad in tight blue jeans, that started to pick up speed. I realized. I was tailing her through the dark gray of this unsavoury city, I was way over line. With nobody else around, she must've gotten suspicious. With an inner sigh, I stopped. After one last look at her soothing movements I turned around in this empty backstreet, facing back towards the old gray. That's when she... [Click to expand]

I was again shambling down the empty streets of this gray, decaying city, trusting in my weary legs to find their way down the alleys, to reach my empty apartment, stinking of old smoke and with that cold and empty bed waiting for another lonely night. I was lost in thought, or maybe I was without thought, when a sudden drop of color appeared on the old and smudged parchment that was my life. When the straight lines and right angles made of asphalt and concrete were softened by smooth curves, the juxtaposition blinded me like a sudden sunset.

She came down a side street, right up in front of me. A crack in my lonely routine, she woke me up. That it was only a part of me awakening became quite clear when, after a while, I noticed that I had missed my turn, several times over. Like a will-o'-the-wisp, her entrancing light had led me down the abandoned alleys behind her. Hypnotized by the sway of her hips conducting a dance of her long red hair falling down her back, it was my legs that lead me right after her, no thought left towards home. But then it was her legs, long legs reaching up to her neck and clad in tight blue jeans, that started to pick up speed.

I realized. I was tailing her through the dark gray of this unsavoury city, I was way over line. With nobody else around, she must've gotten suspicious. With an inner sigh, I stopped. After one last look at her soothing movements I turned around in this empty backstreet, facing back towards the old gray.

That's when she

Author Notes

Style hint: 'Use a roman noir writing style, like in a hardboiled detective novel'

Memory

The city is a gray and lonely mess of alleys and concrete buildings. I am in one of their darker corners, thoughtlessly trailing behind a woman, who contrasts that city with her curves and sway. I notice I went to far when she confronts me. Long red hair, long legs in tight blue jeans and a sway of her hips like hers are irresistible in a dark gray place like this. Her coquette and almost brisk manner stop me from leaving, she knows I shouldn't have followed her, but the slight smile on her otherwise straight face telegraphs a certain fascination with the risky situation we have ended up in.

Caught in an unhappy marriage, the woman is eager for a way out. Should I fall for her wiles, she will ask me to get rid of her husband, permanently.

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the woman, she, her, herself
The woman's long hair falls below her short black jacket and almost touches the rim of her high-waist blue jeans that cover her tightly from her lower back down to her sharply curved calfs. She is wearing high-heeled shoes that give her walk a certain kind of hypnotizing sway. Her smile and bright eyes belie any innocence, she is a femme fatal who knows what she is doing.
I, me, myself
I am on my way towards my empty home, weary from an empty day in my office. I got sidetracked by the sight of a woman, following her down alleys where you shouldn't be following strangers.

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the woman, she, her, herself

I, me, myself