| Saturday, May 21, 2011
clouds swirl overhead.
They can't be coloured, can they? But really, the colour of those clouds is subject to debate.
Why so interested in the colour of those clouds, anyway? The main point is not there.
the girl stares at the clouds, eyes squinting against the sunny rays winking through the fluff, or perhaps to protect her eyeballs against the soon to come rain droplets.
Hey, so the setting is clear. Where is she, you ask? Why should you know? She may or may not be on Earth, but really, interruption is frowned upon.
danger stalks closer from behind, the knife reflecting the gleam in the eye.
Once again I feel the need to add something wholly unrelated here. Show, not tell!
noiseless death.
So I told. Can't exactly show, can I?
the purple piggy oinked 2:35 AM
