She was spinning, always spinning. Round and round and round to dizzying heights of either madness or bliss. Her long hair snapped around her lithe body and her eyes shone with the fervent hope of those who…. those who had heard and heeded the call, always searching for their own personal utopia. A place beyond this world of suffering and doubt. A place they could be free. A.. a place where we could be together. For me, she danced this night, unravelling the threads of reality and weaving them back into a glorious tapestry of majesty and power.
Faster, always faster. Never pausing to take breath. Rushing now, through the final steps and dancing on into oblivion.
Oblivion
just a writing doodle
berndt2, 5 months ago
Goosebumps. Awesome 8)
LocoCow, 5 months ago
Fantastic word Smith….
Geoff Coleman, 5 months ago
This is a beautiful and evocative piece Imogen – love it.
Outdoors2, 4 months ago
Fantastic voyage..;)
Rachael Hope, 4 months ago
Well for just “a writing doodle” This is pretty damn fantastic. It’s an epic piece of beauty placed into so few words. Thrilling read