Literary Nonsense 2
The intersection divided them. One side held the ancient graves, desecrated, desolate. The girl ran towards a noise she heard, but found nothing but the whispering wind, the trees looming large and the cobblestones slapping beneath her bare feet. It was a bad idea, she knew, going through the graveyard barefoot. The graves seemed to grow larger out of the fog, the mist and rain creating nearly impossible labyrinth to navigate. Still she ran, not looking back behind her. Her skirt tripped her up, and she fell on the hard stone path. Cursing, the girl stood, not realising that there was blood on her hands.
Palms stinging from the impact, she clasped her hand around the crucifix at her neck, muttering an incantation in a forgotten language. From her left, she could hear the terrified whinnying of horses, the clattering of hoof-beats; the iron shod horses louder and louder as the thing she was fleeing from caught up with her. With a barely muted cry of alarm, the girl flung herself off towards the mausoleum. The hooded rider dismounted. Reached into his cloak for a dagger, and stabbed her. Blood gushed out, staining her white bodice, and she died gracefully.
Explanation: celebren and I were talking over MSN. I'd been helping Rachel write something, and the idea for a challenge of double-drabbles came into Juls's head. I found us the picture, which Juls has linked to in her lj, and we wrote it from there.
Palms stinging from the impact, she clasped her hand around the crucifix at her neck, muttering an incantation in a forgotten language. From her left, she could hear the terrified whinnying of horses, the clattering of hoof-beats; the iron shod horses louder and louder as the thing she was fleeing from caught up with her. With a barely muted cry of alarm, the girl flung herself off towards the mausoleum. The hooded rider dismounted. Reached into his cloak for a dagger, and stabbed her. Blood gushed out, staining her white bodice, and she died gracefully.
Explanation: celebren and I were talking over MSN. I'd been helping Rachel write something, and the idea for a challenge of double-drabbles came into Juls's head. I found us the picture, which Juls has linked to in her lj, and we wrote it from there.