Friday, October 16, 2009

Short Story 1


I didn't know where I was going

But I had a sense of where I'd been

I didn't see it coming

Creeping up silently

Until it could not be stopped

And it became part of me

It was cold and heavy

So heavy, I couldn't breath

It suffocated me

Death creeps silently

2 comments:

  1. This is really cool. The art's amazing. I look forward to the next part :-)

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  2. Such beautiful illustrations my dear.
    I hope to see freedom. =)

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