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Story Bones They stared, unable to look away
The vision, unclear, and horridly displayed
Through a mist of ethereal matter
The gazed, standing still, afraid the it would shatter
They both tried to look away, air escaping chests
Trying to make sense, of what was seen, through fragile breaths
Together, stricken by the sight, she gasped
Then, with a quiet, terrified whisper, she said, "What is that?"
!!!
It was aliens... Aaaaggghhhh!!! Run away! ;)
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Aliens, huh?
Now, there's an idea
Are you sure you haven't spent too long in the desert sun?
:p
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Oh, you were there too? ;)
Oh, you were there too? ;) nice snippet intriguing.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Aren't I
Always ;)
Random tidbits of this story pop in my head at the oddest times.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr