Monday, 19 July 2010

By moonlight they sing of me

Blood Bath



The tree spoke to me. It’s leaves crackled who was peering from windows to touch and pry secrets. In my bath, leaking blood dyes the warm water to a rosé glow. The appreciation of soft delicacy ruined by the thumping door but they are too late – she is saved.



Random Word: How long

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1 comment:

  1. whew, saved lost freed rescued...?


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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.