Archive | 16.12.2009
- Dance on the Edge of a Volcano
He saw her first, across the dance floor, near the bar. Her hair dark and worn in a style which reminded him of movie stars from the 50's. It looked good on her, but made her seem just a little unreal. Her dress was black and followed closely the curves of her figure finishing in black lace around her knees; beneath she wore black stockings – he knew they would be stockings. She stood completely still as if in some way separate from everything around her and that seemed to throw some hypnotic effect ... more
- Day 30 of the Purple Ass Rash
The ground, if that is what it could even be called - as it's gelatin surface was neither solid nor liquid and a purple that Namia had never seen before- was cold beneath her as she awoke. She could hear the grunts and whistles nearby but couldn't see any of the creatures that had been tormenting her for what had to be at least a month now. With a sky that was always semi-light with a green hue to it, time was something she could only measure by the bloating in her stomach that suggested she was ... more