She sleeps, bosom slowly heaving. Moonlight casts a strange hue through swirling curtains. From nowhere the irregular shade comes to brush her hair aside. Her neck revealed. Pale skin greets sharp ivory teeth. She is his.
Short Short Fiction: Gothic Bite
Friday, August 24th, 2007
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darkdwarf
Saturday, August 25th, 2007
Monster! Monster! Monster!
:-E
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