I really love to write. Here are my works for today The scraggly little girl swept through the streets, rambling through the multitude of shadows that collect through the allyways of Venice durring its most mysterious night hours. A peculiar bulge could be seen from the side of her cloak, though no passer-by's eyes would ever glance upon it on that night, for no one dared venture from their houses to near to the midnight. Holding the parcel within her cloak, she jumped into the canal, letting herself float lifelesly to the bottom.
 clarabbarton · Sat May 12, 2007 @ 12:49am · 0 Comments |
