Wednesday, 14 October 2009

The wrong love

Random word: Sunrise

My last sunrise.
I despise her-
her guise disgusts,
yet...yet my lusts
soil and rusts the
metals of my
soul. So I die.

The first word begins the story

Random Story Image

He looked at the white page, and from it smiled an old bitter woman haunted by her past betrayal. A lover long dead,  never let her forget as he sat by her bed each night. But for peace both must forgive. 
His pen moved, and the dream became your story.