A girl. She knew she was a girl at least, but nothing more would come except tears. Tears in the middle of the forest, trickling from her Murano marble eyes, down her cracked mirror cheeks hidden by her willow wand hair and finally wiped away with her stick fingers.
Author: the_tandymanView this story's details
I love sci-fi, horror, fantasy and everything in between... Always had these little scenes and vignettes in my head and now maybe I can "clear out the attic a little" - so to speak. Hope you enjoy, and if ya don't, hell, ... Read Bio
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