Inspirational Sunday

Here is this week’s photo. I invite you to post a few lines of inspired prose.

 

The cemetery fell silent. Not a sound from fowl nor beast could be heard. The ethral being stirred in their graves and prepared to awaken to a new dawn.

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About Darke Conteur
Darke Conteur is a writer at the mercy of her Muse. The author of stories in several genres, she prefers to create within the realms Science Fiction and Dark Fantasy. A pagan at heart, her personal goal it to find her balance within nature; exploring the dark through her stories and the light through her beliefs. When not writing or working with crystals, she enjoys knitting, gardening, cooking and very loud music.

2 Responses to Inspirational Sunday

  1. BigBear85 says:

    He panted watching the puffs of labored breath meet the unnaturally cold air, he was to late. Dead were rising, in all fowl manor of ghoul, shade, geist, spectyr, wraith, zombie, and lich. He fell to his knees weak with failure as the first sounds of centuries long stilled bones clawed there way unto the morning light.

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