Friday, 23 January 2009
05:48:02 PM (GMT)
I think the title of the story, if I continue writing it, will be called
Explorations of a Butterfly. Well, here's what I have so far...
A black shade covered the sky. A plump moon shone like a single white in a thousand
blacks. Under the shimmering light, a group of shadowy figures walked across a
meadow, which would of normally have looked brilliant, but for some odd cause had
wilted and died away. The figures kept walking until they reached a large stone that
looked as if it had been placed manually for it looked rather odd for the scenery.
Now fully visible under the moonlight, the transparent phantoms encircled the rock
and each put a hand upon the stone's rough surface. One of the spirits, a female,
glanced up at the sky. She was a nervous wreck. All though her hand was
transparent, it was clearly visible that she was shaking. Today her life would never
be the same. Or should I say afterlife. She looked down again to see that the stone
was producing a silvery mist. It was almost time.