All I wanted was to be a mariachi, like my ancestors. But the city I thought would bring me luck brought only a curse. I lost my guitar, my hand, and her. With this injury, I may never play the guitar again. Without her, I have no love. But with the dog and the weapons, I'm prepared for the future.
Thank you everyone for entering my Movie Lines challenge! All of your scenes, characters, and creations are fantastic, beautiful, and fun! I really enjoyed seeing all of them!
Congratulations to BunnyFooFoo 🥇and G-Lop 🥈! I invite Ursula 🥉, and Wolf Parsnip 🥉to join me in 3rd place!
Helix is up next with another great SSC challenge!
A young handsome Latino beardless mariachi, a giant red visible scar along his hand, perfectly smooth face skin, no guitar, mariachi outfit, walking down a desert street, carrying a black guitar case, a scruffy yellow dog follows him, on the cracked street. Setting sun, long shadows, the mariachi has ...