Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Soiled Veil

Short paragraph long story I had to write for class:

She clutched his last letter tightly to her tear-stained bossom, parchment crackling on bloodstained bodice. She looked down at the far-crashing waves bathed in naked moonlight. The plummet was cold, the plunge was a shock of temperature and fluid and motion. The dark maw of the depths enclosed first the veiled head, before the cold claimed its sordid white prize.

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