Thursday, June 23, 2011

Painting Stories #5


What I got:


She did not know where the road led, whether it ended like all things in this place, into the whirling abyss. Beyond the fog lay endless twists and avenues left uncharted from before Man's time began on Earth. The air grew thick and she could smell the bittersweet taste of rain touch her tongue. She let the wind blow violently against her face, move her fringe, lift her collar and then, she step forward.

7 comments:

Elaine Lowe said...

Love it. Beautiful picture!


Even in the fall as the leaves began to turn, the waterfall set it's veil over the valley, caressing the trees with a mist that rose high in the afternoon sun. He ran through the spray, across the bridge that always disappeared into the waterfall's pearly cloak, and wondered if this time he would reach another world before he set foot on the other side.

Heather said...

What a haunting picture and bit of writing. Loved it! It makes me want to know more of her story. And wow, I could stare at that picture forever!

T.R. Woodruff said...

Love the prompt and this wonderful picture.

TS Tate said...

C, I love this!!! Keep going! @Heather, trust me, you'll read more. I'm thinking of using something similar in the WIP @Todd, well, get busy, man. Where's yours? :P

A. J. Larrieu said...

This is great! I love how the writing matches the picture: beautiful with a hint of sinister.

TS Tate said...

Thanks, AJ, glad you liked it!

Lorraine said...

Really Beautiful!=)