Prologue

Sunday, January 7th, 2007 | mini-story

She was sleeping soundly by the time the clock was striking midnight. As the second hand slowly crept towards the number 12, a low breeze began blowing. If she was awake it would have alerted her that something wasn’t right. She had closed, locked and double-checked every window and door in the room. But as it turned out, she was fast asleep, and only pulled her quilt higher up her naked shoulders with a sleepy tug and snuggled deeper into the bed.

The second hand ticked almost ominously in the silence.
The breeze turned into a gentle zephyr and began to smell of clean sunshine and flowers and an iridescent glow began flickering in the darkened room. It was coming from her, from her skin and her cloud of dark hair.
A sigh fell from her mouth as she felt the first warm touch on her forehead. She murmured dreamily as the warmth enveloped her body, one hand still clutching the quilt loosely. There was a second where her body gently rose into the air, quilt still covering her, and the second hand and minute hand melded together, quivered for exactly a second and then moved together onto the twelve. At the exact same second, with a flash of light, she disappeared.

5 Comments to Prologue

khuscen
January 8, 2007

nice… very nice…

Mammoth Erection
January 8, 2007

cant wait to see what happens to her next…

bulhaa
January 9, 2007

i want more!!

Anonymous
January 17, 2007

come on.dont stop there. this stuff can get me jacking off if only you will continue

Velvette Storme
January 17, 2007

well, even if your comment was a bit odd, Mr Anonymous, it’s still nice to be appreciated…

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