Posted by: picca on: March 27, 2007
Heavy breathing. All is black.
Scratched lines and a fuzzy radio screech.
Droplets of rain and blood.
Jagged, rough images. Pain. A hand drenched in a sticky red liquid.
Screams.
People talking. Arguing.
“I don’t want you to go.” A male voice.
She felt herself speak. “I have to.” A hand grabbed hers.
Her heart pounded in [...]
Posted by: picca on: March 26, 2007
She closed her eyes, feeling the hot water run in thin streams down her face and relishing in the peace she finally found after such a hectic day. ‘It figures that the only rest I get is during a shower,’ she thought ruefully.
As she reached for the soap, however, her peace was disturbed. [...]
Posted by: picca on: March 26, 2007
(edited instead of deleted. just so you know.)
This is probably my … fifth blog? I just can’t help it, I get sucked in. DeadJournal, LiveJournal, Xanga, Vox… and now this.
I don’t know what I’ll use this for yet. I’m still pleased with Vox, but a new blog is always exciting. [...]
