Author's Note: This piece's purpose is to describe.
Lava rolling over the hills, blood running down the slope. Glistening red atop florescent white. A blooming fuchsia flower blossoming from her cloak. His laugh a trill shattering the fragile night. She rolls down the hill, a dead rag doll, lifeless limb after lifeless limb. Ending in a heap of crumpled flesh, broken bones, and a still, silent heart.
Woah, that was very descriptive maybe too descriptive.
ReplyDeleteI like how even though she gets murdered, it's still peaceful in the end.
ReplyDeleteMelody, I am still wondering why you write such disturbing things (I mean this in the nicest way possible). Beyond that though, the color descriptions sound very neon. I'm not saying that that's bad, but I was just pointing it out. Mostly just the word fluorescent and fuchsia.
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Allison, the guy killing her is supposed to be a monstrous creature. He sees colors a bit differently than us.
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