As the moon rose into the bloody red sky, the last sound that pervaded the quiet slowed, until – finally – the single heartbeat stuttered and then stopped. The great sandy dessert was finally and completely silent.
In the silence a great, wrenching cry sounded from the heavens.
And somewhere in the world a woman wept.
About tashhill
I am a rather eclectic (that's the nice way of saying completely and utterly insane) eighteen year old from Australia and I love everything about . . . well everything .
Especially Women. Yeah, especially them. *Skeevey look*
Sense is something I have little of and I am rather proud of my ability to memorise lyrics - a skill which is totally unappreciated BTW - and of my brains' capacity to compile rather astounding levels of useless information that no one cares to know. I'm oftentimes very long winded and opinionated about anything that catches my fancy (feel free to tell me to shut my trap.)
Yeah, I'm done now.
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