A pair of beautiful 19th century earrings I found in the attic two days ago. Thought they deserved some proper appreciation..
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Musings & Two et plus
"Blood formed a neat pool of red underneath her fingers. Death claimed her, piece by piece, skin by skin, turning the once warm and welcoming body into an icy and pale statue." (The beginning of the beginning of a new short story)
Elizabeth and I are working on another blog together - it will be dedicated mainly to getting rid of our writer's block, one that normally always plagues us during these grey months.
Check it out HERE. The first post as you will notice is the post entitled "Musings" from this blog.
Elizabeth and I are working on another blog together - it will be dedicated mainly to getting rid of our writer's block, one that normally always plagues us during these grey months.
Check it out HERE. The first post as you will notice is the post entitled "Musings" from this blog.
Musings
"Darkness descended on the cliff where she had been sitting since dawn. The air was thick with smoke, as the land behind her burned itself to the ground. Ashes to ashes. Below her, many miles away, the sea roared for her approval. Violent waves clashed with the mighty earth like the day she had risen from the remainders of another world. She barely remembered, and yet sometimes.. sometimes a sudden flash of light would bring her back instantaneously. She would twitch, a demon would possess her for a second, a minute, an hour. And then she'd be alone again, in that feeble body that had been given to her. She begged to stay in the warmth and familiarity of the world she had known for a brief while, but each time something would yank the darling spirit away from her, and she would be alone again. Flames licked across the coast. She could smell it, taste in on herself - her pale, ceramic-like hands, her delicate frame, her monstrous lips and her eyes, the only part of her that had ever truly known anything. A feeling, a sentiment, a trifle of love, a piece of a life long past. She shivered at the thought, engulfed in the fire's greedy arms. She continued to dream, to let her feet dangle from the cliff. They longed for the coldness of the water, even the itch the salt would leave as it always did when she returned underwater. Whether this was her destiny this time around she did not know. She could not determine whether it was in her best interest or whether she'd be condemning herself to an impetuous, impulsive and unnecessary death. The thought became an idea in her mind. Her eyes opened to another world, an escape. An escape. Another world? Another escape? Escape. She covered her face from fire, fire and water, wave and flame. Her skin burned and her mind was washed away. She awoke, deeply lost within herself. Escape?"
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