Writing

The dream came more often. It came as she drifted over that snaking line between two worlds, the one that was and the one that wasn’t. In it, a man came to her. He only every uttered the word ‘Mistress,’ and that in a tone of hushed reverence, as though the dark room they were in might be a cathedral, or a temple. He stood naked in front of her, and he was beautiful.

~Stella (a working title)

7 thoughts on “Writing

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s