~ C’hele ~

August 20, 2007

In 50 Words

Filed under: short stories — C'hele @ 2:49 am
The massive, stark-white form, stood out like chalk on a blackboard against the clear, cerulean blue sky. Gracefully soaring amongst the firmament, its wings bore the beast with confidence and power, just as a dragon would. Arching upwards and soaring to the right, it plunged down towards the earth.
 
 

 

2 Comments »

  1. I have no idea what’s going on but it sounds breathtaking. Please do continue!

    Comment by waxingstrange — August 20, 2007 @ 4:24 am

  2. You have such a wonderful way with words, C’hele! Can’t wait for more!

    Comment by missholley — September 5, 2007 @ 10:32 pm


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