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A short story written by Imaginarium House member Kossettes Novelettes. You can find his profile and portfolio at



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Chapter 5 (v.1) - She Danced In Blood

Submitted: October 04, 2017

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She Danced In Blood written by Kossettes Novelettes.

 

I woke up today and it was raining pure red, I opened my mouth and of course, it tasted like blood. My body was drenched in it; the sticky scarlet mess, up to my knees it flooded and I stood there. I looked up to the sky and I saw that the sky was filled with corpses, with open bellies and shredded faces, flesh ripped from meat allowing for their life to fall from their bodies, innards hanging out of naked frames, they were clouds in a dark red sky. There were no trees, there were no features where I stood and when I walked forward I saw nothing, save for the blood, I heard nothing save for the heavy rain falling, hitting the sea below. But then in the midst of it all I see her; she dances in the blood, a solo graceful waltz.

An angel of pure white above the sea of red, slender arms and fragile hands moving slightly to an unheard tune. In perfect harmony with her invisible partner she danced in the rain of blood. A beautiful white gown glowing a subtle white shine, mesmerizing to the sight as she spun slowly in place under the sky of pure corpses. Her eyes the color of the gore beneath her bare feet. Her hair long, silver, gliding behind her like a tarp of silver thread, before falling back to her lower back waiting for another spin so that it might dance again. Her face, young, resplendent to the sight and bewitching to the soul as she danced. Pure white flesh like porcelain emanating a faint white glow. She was unblemished by the blood as she danced, and as I watched unable to call out, unable to speak out for fear that she might stop her glorious show:

“Hello!!!!!” is spoken from behind pulling her from her dance. I look back and another watcher stands there, terror upon her face; an older woman. She looks to the dancer who has stopped her dance and smiles to us, a beautiful grin that spoke of joy and care, opening her arms wide as if to present herself or as if to call for an embrace she starts closer causing the other run yet I stay and watch as the glorious dancer approaches.


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