Looming, an edifice coated in menacing shades of beige and reseda eggs on entrance, aching for a visitor's sojourn to ease the grievous nature of what lies ahead. Pale, fresh moonlight reflects off of the blinds’ ignominious demeanor, composing an unsung, offkey harmony and serving as the augur to the lurid reality. The slanted roof, covered in the corpses of rain and autumn’s children, turns upwards discerningly, desperately reaching for escape and guidance. Above, sleeping sun remains in her hiding spot, but the swirling of dawn and dust will indubitably arrive.
Feigning serenity, the dusty doorway sighs, but the creaking floorboards expose the truth as they revile any footsteps. Although only mere hours have passed, the deportment of everything …show more content…
From the shadows, emerges a white door, so white it is almost evanescent. Somehow, despite the closed blinds, baby blue luminance shimmers as a virgin pathway with the somniferous comforter, strewn haphazardly, serves as the destination, displaying splatters of crimson.
Once a chamber of green that vivified, now the putrid shade emanates illness, and spectators demonstrate repugnance. A denizen of the abode, a youthful woman, turned gory carcass, with lifeless limbs lined with webs of teals and scarlet, exists no longer pure pearl and ivory, but simply grey. Hickory hair tempestuous, eager to run away from such act of ignominy. Stature, not of a skeleton, rather, containing an elegance that only a dead body could possess.
Immersed in layers of peachy skin, lit by the subtle moonbeams, rests a dagger smothered in ruby blood. What malefactor could have committed such an insidious action? One only in possession of wickedness as pure as water. Her eyelids settle in a relaxed state, depicting an unforeseen serenity. Her physiognomy is tired, creased with lines of smiles and tears,as she appears to be at sleep, one would expect to hear shallow breathing. But, the only sound amidst the ashpxiating room, is that of a cat, crying while licking the girl’s frigid, unmoving
Feigning serenity, the dusty doorway sighs, but the creaking floorboards expose the truth as they revile any footsteps. Although only mere hours have passed, the deportment of everything …show more content…
From the shadows, emerges a white door, so white it is almost evanescent. Somehow, despite the closed blinds, baby blue luminance shimmers as a virgin pathway with the somniferous comforter, strewn haphazardly, serves as the destination, displaying splatters of crimson.
Once a chamber of green that vivified, now the putrid shade emanates illness, and spectators demonstrate repugnance. A denizen of the abode, a youthful woman, turned gory carcass, with lifeless limbs lined with webs of teals and scarlet, exists no longer pure pearl and ivory, but simply grey. Hickory hair tempestuous, eager to run away from such act of ignominy. Stature, not of a skeleton, rather, containing an elegance that only a dead body could possess.
Immersed in layers of peachy skin, lit by the subtle moonbeams, rests a dagger smothered in ruby blood. What malefactor could have committed such an insidious action? One only in possession of wickedness as pure as water. Her eyelids settle in a relaxed state, depicting an unforeseen serenity. Her physiognomy is tired, creased with lines of smiles and tears,as she appears to be at sleep, one would expect to hear shallow breathing. But, the only sound amidst the ashpxiating room, is that of a cat, crying while licking the girl’s frigid, unmoving