Tales from a Messy Workbench!
This is where it ends, the last whispered ripples of life along flesh mummified by wind and sand. Translucent scales, worn down by time to fragile membranes, crack and shatter as she settles. She’s seen the future, countless futures, and she knows where each bone will fall–should fall, and that is her last gift to those to come.
She will be waiting.
creepy but evocative.
My Muses are being horrendously unhelpful at the moment; I keep getting flashes or lines that don’t seem to lead anywhere. 😛 *mutters about unreliable narrators*
Oh well, practice makes perfect and whatnot… or at least that’s my hope. Otherwise I’ve been doing a lot of practicing for nothing. ^_^;; *wanders off to try and rough out some actual drabbles*
I say it’s a view of Ragnarok from Jormungand’s (the Midgard Serpent) point of view, though it’s actually a guy in the mythology. I mean, that’s what I immediately thought of. 🙂
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