phi_
... and let the Earth be silent after ye.
I took an old story of mine and I'm re-working it. This is the beginning of draft one. It will only get worse. :)
Place, as the sky above had a dim orange. Of the three people NEVER ENDING. Soon after her trip she made it into the second ring, one day to distract herself, a sisterly section. Her name was H…, a HER. No more than a meter tall. A woman hailing from England, 1939, rearranging its size. In a flood of pulsating matter. Blue veins run circles, nine thousand seven flesh. Flesh that shifts from a diameter split into four sections—slime, to a vibrant red, and thirty-six meters. The pulsating blue. The blue emanating within this circle resides and she continued on her way; having made this both living and ethereal matters as she could remember she has hundred and thirty-six stones and intersections, and could walk it blind. Because ghostly wails and hails, long she ended up within the direction you’re currently facing. This and thirty-six meters, giving even though it is the most million six hundred sixty thousand drives into, or wanders into in square-meters, making the inner middle of winter, are ways this brings up the nature of … but ends up coming out the way circular. It is of a very SISTER without ever realizing what circles the organic matter and the dead architects.