Prose

For minor lacerations.

written by: YeOldeSheep

Awoken one morning from the cries of the howling winter winds and a silent hush of a silhoutte passing by my window.

My curiousity obviously grasping the better of my brittle mind, I clambered towards the window, unaware of the presence that seemed to lurk in the looking glass opposite from me.

It startled me to know that my conscious mind had not took this into consideration but seconds later it seemed to attune to this.

My gaze suddenly darted to the figure that looked back at me. A black shadow cast with glowing eyes. It seemed to build itself up as my eyes adjusted to the quaint darkness.

I could now decipher the gender of this unknown entity, a male, as it was.

-Unfinished.-