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She stood beyond the borders of periphery; a figment of possibility whispering on the shifting tides. Immersed in shadows, she was less than ethereal; an unremembered thought, waiting. Existing in the place between reality and the beyond, she was less than a sigh; more transitory than the fleeting light of evening. No sound escaped her as she gazed with solemnity at the darkness leaking into the void she occupied. Its inexorable progression mirrored the panic welling within while a scream more horrific than that ebon nothingness pierced her unmoving chest.
Light was gone. All that remained was darkness.
And Silence.
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~Morgan~
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Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~
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omg Morgan. This just gave me chills!! Some of this, so lovely and some of it so dark and haunting! I love it! A little out of character for you, isn’t it? 🙂
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Yes, it definitely is out of the norm for me, but I like to keep y’all guessing 🙂
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Ooh! Fabulous.
Plus you slipped ‘ebon’ in there. One of my favourite words.
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couldv’e been liquescent ebon…darn it….next time!
Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed the shiver!
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I sure did. 👻
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